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Subby!Yunho who acts like a cute puppy in heat around you, not being able to stop himself from nuzzling into your neck, sucking and licking you every time he sees you

Subby!Yunho who’s too shy to tell you what he really needs, and gets extremely flustered when you make him spell it out (you already know what he wants, judging by the tent in his pants)

Subby!Yunho who gets jealous when you smile or hang out with other guys, letting out whines and grunts of annoyance when you mention another man

Subby!Yunho who worships your body, kissing every inch of it, making sure you know how obsessed he is with you

Subby!Yunho who will beg for you to let him be inside of you, even if he can’t move or cum. He’ll do anything to feel your warmth around him

Subby!Yunho who’s shy about his big cock, trying his best to not make it obvious when he’s hard (which is way too often when he’s in your presence)

Subby!Yunho who’ll desperately hump a pillow while you watch. He’ll hide his face in shame but not be able to hold back the loud whimpers and moans

Subby!Yunho who gets so embarrassingly turned on by you, even just by the way you look at him, or the way you lick your spoon can get him rock hard.

Subby!Yunho who sits down on his knees in front of you when he’s horny, running his big hands up and down your legs, begging you to let him eat you out

Subby!Yunho who can’t get enough of your taste, whereas you almost have to pull him away from your cunt when you’ve already come multiple times, he just wants to keep pleasuring you <3

Subby!Yunho who gets really loud when overstimulated, shaking and thrashing around when he feels your touch around his cock. But he’ll beg you to keep going anyway, being so addicted to your touch that the pain doesn’t matter

Subby!Yunho who’ll shyly go up to you holding a pair of handcuffs. ”Can you— Can we—” he’ll stammer, his face and ears red from embarrassment. Of course, you’ll make him tell you exactly what he wants, knowing how much he loves the humiliation.

Subby!Yunho who you love to edge, seeing the way he gasps and grunts when you deny him his orgasm. He’ll beg you to let him come, but secretly love it when you treat him this way

Subby!Yunho who needs cuddles and kisses as aftercare, who whines and protests when you have to go to the bathroom or take a shower.

Subby!Yunho who loves and adores you no matter what you think of yourself. He’ll compliment you everyday, reminding you of how beautiful you are in his eyes.

A thundering vibration startles you awake. You’re immediately overwhelmed– something too loud is pressed against your ear, something too tight is wrapped around your stomach, and something too stiff is digging into your back. You squirm away, rolling over the Pudeongie plush in your arms and propping yourself up on your elbow. Once there’s space between you and everything, your vision focuses and your awareness returns. No, there isn’t a freight train passing by, and you aren’t being kidnapped.  

Yunho is sleeping with you tonight. Your big, beautiful, bed-hogging boyfriend is finally back after a grueling stretch of touring.  

He’d stumbled into your apartment at an ungodly hour, immediately dropping his heavy bags and tossing his jangling keys on the granite counter. The commotion woke you and sent you shuffling into the kitchen. He was half-naked by the time you got there– his shoes and socks discarded by the door, the first layers of his airport outfit strewn over the rungs of your dining chairs. Lit by the warm diffused glow of the lamps you kept on for comfort, Yunho barely looked real. Angelic, even after hours of air travel, hair tousled and bottom eyelids shadowed. Seeing you, he stopped unzipping his slacks and crossed the room in three strides. Cradling your head in his hands, his pillowy lips parted around your own, flooding you both with the love you’d been craving for weeks.  

Another snore rips through the quiet morning air. Those heart-shaped lips are currently hanging open and spilling drool onto your pillowcase.  

You curse softly. He’s so lucky he’s cute.  

The faint light through your sheer curtains tells you it’s nearing sunrise. You check your phone and confirm that your alarm is set to go off in an hour. Truly the most annoying possible timing on Yunho’s part. You stick your tongue out at him and of course he snores back at you. Shining your phone screen on the nightstand, you locate your nearly drained vape. You depend on your choice substance more when your boyfriend is gone.  It pacifies the scratchy anxiety that prickles under your skin in his absence. And you can indulge freely when a professional singer with virgin lungs isn’t breathing your air.    

Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you start to stand but are promptly yanked back down by the back of your t-shirt. Yunho paws at you, still dead asleep and drooling, but instead of a snort a barely audible whine escapes him. That high-pitched sigh you hear only when your lover is at his softest. Your heart somersaults, swelling with tender desire.

That’s my puppy. 

Outstretched arm falling slack, he lets out another tiny sound, the delicate muscles in his face twitching. His slender arm wraps around Pudeongie and tucks its yellow body tight to his chest. With a heavy exhale, he curls his large frame around it like he can’t sleep without something to hold. 

At the sight of him snuggling his beloved plushie, warm oxytocin-laced blood flushes through you. Tingly sparks dance in your nerves. Your mind darts to the black leather collar at the bottom of your bedside drawer and buckles it around his neck, flashing memories of Yunho kneeling, tongue lolling, nuzzling your stomach, eyes vacant and glassy. The time he brought a headband with floppy ears home from work… 

Your mouth is watering. 

With a stretch that pops at least three bones, you successfully get out of bed and into the bathroom, trailing a vapor cloud through the hallway. You consider committing to the waking world, but after a quick glance at your crowded notifications you decide against it. After washing your hands, you shuffle into the kitchen, grab a cup, and set it under the water filter. You sneak a final hit of your vape while the cool water chills the glass in your palm. Sighing out the sweet taste, you make your way to your bedroom with the cup and vape clutched in one hand and your phone in the other. Nudging the door open with your foot, you open your alarm to give yourself a few extra minutes of comfort. As you draw closer to the bed, you hear Yunho huffing deep breaths into the pillow, then fabric rustling against fabric. Rhythmically. A choked little groan. Your eyes snap up from the screen. 

“Oh, sweet puppy,” you gasp.  

Yunho’s long, graceful legs are sprawled open over the plush. His hand grips one of Pudeongie’s paws, pressing the stuffing into a mound under the powder-soft skin of his tummy. The flushed head of his cock peeks out from the waistband of his boxers, dribbling clear fluid onto the yellow fleece. The fleece of the stuffie… that he is humping. 

Like a dumb fucking dog.  

Your head spins like you took a gulp of helium instead of oxygen. Like bubbles are diffusing into your arteries, threatening to lift your feet off the ground. Then blood rushes to your pussy so fast your clit throbs with the change in pressure.    

You stare at him slack-jawed for an indiscernible amount of time. His eyebrows knit together in a wordless plea as his hips roll languidly. Pitiful whimpers occasionally interrupt the sleep-heavy pace of his breath. Little shudders race through his pliant body when a seam drags against the sensitive spot on the underside of his crown. When his foreskin slips back, precum gushes out of his tip into a soaked patch of Pudeongie's fuzz. 

Your brain stops signalling your hands to work, so your phone hits the carpeted floor with a thud. You startle, causing water to slosh onto your chest. Nipples budding against the wet fabric, you empty your hands and yank off your shirt and shorts, focus completely locked on your pup. He needs you badly.

As you settle beside him, you wonder if this scene has played out in hotel rooms around the world. You picture your boyfriend in empty beds, desperately fucking the mattress, moaning your name. Clutching a pillow to his chest, panting, rubbing himself silly. Squirting onto the linens faster than he means to. Cheeks blazing with embarrassment when he buries the soiled fabric in the wastebasket before checking out in the morning. 

You’re wet already. The musky scent of his arousal overwhelms your senses now that you are close enough to share breaths. Your fingers brush aside the layer of dark hair clinging to his forehead, and the unobstructed view of Yunho’s face steals the air from your lungs. He looks delicate– as vulnerable and miraculous as a freshly hatched butterfly. Eyelashes flutter like gossamer wings. Pink lips glisten like dewy rose petals. The pads of your fingers trace down his cheek and land on them gently. He freezes. So do you. For a moment, you worry that you’ve ruined his precious slumber, selfishly waking him from a dream he’s more than earned after exhausting himself on the road. 

Then his tongue laps the entire length of your pointer finger into his mouth. He suckles, humming sweetly when your fingertip brushes his silky soft palate.

“Oh my god, baby…” you whisper, slipping your middle finger past his sloppy lips. His tongue flits against your skin as it glides effortlessly into his maw. Your thighs start clenching, squeezing slick down your vulva. You can’t fucking take it anymore. You have to touch him. You pull his underwear off, and the rippling heat of his erection warms your fingers before they even make contact. You glance down and have to bite your lip to stay quiet.

Holy fuck.  

Yunho’s huge, heavy dick throbs helplessly against his quivering abs. The tantalizing friction of the fabric has rubbed him raw. A scarlet flush radiates from his crown to the middle of his shaft, his puffy tip so swollen it looks bruised. His balls look so full they might burst. 

“You poor thing,” you murmur, palming his cockhead. He whimpers around your fingers. 

“Shhhh, puppy. I’m helping you feel better. There we go…” 

You encircle him with your fist, skin slick from his steady flow of precum. His pelvis stutters back and forth, animal instincts kicking in at the relieving pressure.

“Good puppy. That’s it, just like that.”

Gripping tighter, you slide your hand all the way to the base. His mouth falls open, releasing your fingers with a full-chested groan. Your hole clenches at the sudden deep resonance, and your hips spasm against the plush that still separates your bodies. The velvety fabric tickles your clit deliciously. Suddenly you understand why Yunho loves this Pudeongie plush so much. 

Your spit-slick fingers brush against one of his nipples and his entire body shudders. Feeling his balls pulsate against your fist, you immediately release your grip, hoping to keep him wrapped in the cozy blanket of sleep. He’s so pretty like this, body melting like hot wax under your touch. Please don’t wake up.  

He snorts loudly, directly in your face, and you nearly jump out of bed. 

“Goddamnit,” you hiss, briefly regretting your decision to preserve his sleep cycle. 

But then he snuffles his nose into the pillow, arms and legs fidgeting like a dreaming dog’s. You want him like this forever– blissfully unaware of everything except the pleasure you’re pouring into his body. Sick satisfaction squirms low in your gut at the thought of milking an unconscious orgasm out of your boyfriend. 

Fuck, you need it now. Your cunt has soaked a second wet patch onto Pudeongie, who you fling in the hamper’s direction. Your fingers return to his perked up nipple, pinching and twisting slowly until he’s squirming. His eyes roll back so far that slivers of white show under his lashes. 

“I could take you apart like this,” you purr into his ear. You’re not sure if your words can reach his awareness through the fog, but he shivers and pants at the sound of your voice. 

“You’re so needy, Yuyu. You could cum from your nipples being played with, couldn’t you boy?” 

You roll the firm bud in circles. His slit drools so much fluid that it runs down his shaft and drips onto his sensitive balls. 

“My sweet boy, leaking all over my sheets. Does that feel good, pup? Oh, I know it does…”

Yunho’s hips start thrusting again, erratic and lacking something to rut into. His pathetic little whines dissolve the last of your self-control. You can’t deny him any longer. Turning your back to him, you part your thighs, clit shivering at the exposure. You take his burning hot girth into your hand and guide it between your legs. 

“Oh Yuyu,” you gasp.

Tilting your hips, you drag your slick folds down his length, moaning feverishly. When your legs close, engulfing him in your softness, Yunho grunts deep in his chest. His pelvis jerks forward, eagerly resuming its rhythm.  

“God yes, your puppy dick feels so good on my pussy.” 

His bulging veins squish deliciously between your labia. Your hips rock in tandem with his, grinding your swollen clit against his shaft. He’s so long that even when his thrusts draw back, the tip sticks past your thighs. Drool fills your mouth as you watch his foreskin glide back and forth over his cherry-colored head. The phrase red rocket wriggles in the filthiest corner of your thoughts. Shameful lust boils in your core. Your cunt throbs. 

“I’m going to make you cum now, okay baby?”

Even if he can’t hear you, you offer your voice as a lifeline. You’ll take care of your sweet boy through his dreams. Your fingers wrap around his cockhead.

“Just let it out.”

Your bodies melt together, pulses synchronizing as you surrender to animal instinct. Yunho fucks your hand with quick pumps, pathetically groaning unh, unh, unh with every contraction. He’s not even inside you, but your composure unravels like he’s buried to the hilt. 

“Puppy… oh fuck me puppy, you’re such a good boy,” you babble as your vision blurs. Your pulsing lips kiss his twitching cock, both of you careening towards the edge. Your thighs squeeze tighter. 

“C’mon baby, cum for me, make a mess, c’mon puppy–”

His balls clench, then his entire body locks up. Yunho returns to consciousness in the half-second tipping point of his climax.    

“Hnnguh–whuh–” 

Overwhelmed by the crashing wave, unable to stop the spurts of his release, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, catalyzing your orgasm. You fall apart with him, watching jets of his pearly cum spray across the sheets. His cock kicks into your clit with every squirt. You unroll your hand and flit it beneath his frenulum, determined to drain him completely. Drowning in pleasure, Yunho trembles and whimpers around a mouthful of your flesh, jaw still set. 

“Shit–! Owwww, puppy oh my god–” 

Your pained cry cuts through his addled thoughts and he instantly lets go. 

“Sorry, sorry– I’m so sorry honey, I… nnnggh ahh, ahh fuck…” 

He’s still cumming, pulsating between your legs. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay baby,” you reassure him, reaching behind you to stroke his fluffy hair, which relaxes him instantly.

“I know it’s too much, I know, you’re being such a good boy.” 

The fluid shooting from his slit thins and runs clear. Moaning open-mouthed into the back of your neck, he rides out the dwindling waves, fingers twitching on your chest. You place your hand on top of his and lace your fingers together. 

“I got you, puppy. You’re here with me.”

You lay tangled together in the afterglow– endorphins flowing, breaths slowing, heartbeats easing. His softening dick stays snuggled between your thighs, a comforting presence for your most vulnerable parts on your journey back down to earth.  

“Sorry I bit,” Yunho murmurs. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just… I couldn’t…”

“Sweet boy, it’s okay,” you turn to meet his angel eyes. “I’m the one that touched you while you were sleeping.” 

Your gut twists with shame as the past few minutes replay in your memory. You had plenty of chances to wake him up, ask what he was feeling, check what he wanted. But you didn’t. You liked how helpless he was. You got despicably turned on by the sight of him defiling his favorite stuffie like wound-up dog. 

“I’m sorry Yunho, I– I wanted to take care of you. I shouldn’t have pounced like that, I should’ve asked, I–”

“Baby, you’re perfect.” 

He kisses you gently, cupping your face with his hand. You nuzzle against it.  

“It’s not your fault I sleep like a fucking rock.” 

The sound of his chuckle soothes you, soaking up the anxiety seeping into your brain. A smile tugs at your lips.  

“I’m only awake because you snore louder than a construction zone.”

A sheepish look dances across his face. He draws his hand back to scratch behind his ear.

“Sorry I woke you. Do you work today?” he asks. 

You nod, and he pouts his bottom lip. He looks so cute you feel the impulse to scream.

“I’ll make coffee and drive you there.” 

Before you can protest, he climbs out of bed, yawning and stretching as he stands. The first beams of dawn stream through the curtains, lighting his willowy figure with a halo. He bends at the waist to grab clothes on the floor, showing off the lithe expanse of his legs. He’s exquisite– a living Grecian sculpture. 

The discarded plush, laying limp and disheveled, catches his eye.  

“Hey, why’s Pudeongie on the floor?”

He scoops up the yellow dog and hugs it without noticing the damp patches first. Then the scent of his own arousal wafts into his senses. His eyes widen cartoonishly. 

“Oh my god, was I…”

“Humping your stuffie in your sleep?” you smirk at the opportunity to tease.

“Yep, like a horny mutt. Don’t worry, you looked cute.” 

Heat burns his cheeks so pink they match his nipples. Giggling, you walk over and stand on tip toe to kiss him on the nose.  

“You can wash Pudeongie with all of your crusty socks from the tour.” 

“You little–”

He swings the plush at you, but you evade and dart into the hallway, laughing wholeheartedly. You whip around when you reach the bathroom, and he’s behind you with a wicked grin. Pudeongie sails through the air and bounces off your face. Echoes of joy ring through your apartment as your boyfriend embraces you, naked bodies blending together seamlessly. Yunho is home, and everything is a bit more right in the world. 

This is a work of fiction. Characters within are based on artist personas and do not represent real people.

teehee uh... idk what to say lol. this is really self-indulgent and lowkey embarrassing to post, but im being brave for you atiny!! kind words especially appreciated on this one :)