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#and i feel guilty that i haven't spent more time with him and pet him
krystalcat · 3 months
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Keep It To Myself
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ღ Pairing: Jeong Yunho x fem!Reader
ღ Genre: Smut, angst
ღ Word count: 5,4k
ღ Warnings: cheating, toxic relantionship, voyeurism, reader is Yunho's lover,fwb with Mingi, unprotected sex (big no), creampie, fingering, oral (giving and receiving), dom!Yunho, sub!reader, yunho is massive, pet names(bunny), repressed feelings, praise kink, dacryphilia, rough sex?, lots of teasing, a sprinkle of degradation?, lmk if I forgot anything
ღ Summary: It's hard to keep your hands to yourself when someone like him crossed paths with you. Too bad he wasn't yours to begin with, but it's not like he cared anyways.
ღ Notes: This is the first time I'm writing smut fanfics. It's also been a long time since I've written anything. I hope you like it and I'm very open to (constructive) criticism! Also, English is not my first language and I haven't proofread this, so it's very possible to have grammatical mistakes or sentences that don't make much sense in English. I also got inspired by Elise's Keep It To Myself, so check that out! I'm also not entirely happy with how this turned out, but I figured it was best to post it before rewriting the plot for the 3rd or 4th time lol
ღ Disclaimer: This is only fiction, by writing this I am not trying to represent the member(s) in any way.
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You tried studying in peace, but it was difficult when your roommate and his girlfriend were arguing for what it felt like the fiftieth time that week. After months, you still didn’t get used to it.
Despite not being close friends, you didn't think Yunho was the problem, since there was never gossip in your group of him being a toxic person, and the more passionate fights you heard, it was confirmed.
You saw his girlfriend’s behaviour regarding their relationship and Yunho: restricting who he spoke to, deleting his girl friends’ contacts on his phone, getting angry if he doesn’t answer quickly. You’d sometimes even laugh to yourself, saying she was another roommate - the only difference between her and you being the unpaid rent - so those atitudes weren’t hard to miss.
Hell, sometimes you even wondered how she never made a fuss of him having another woman as his roommate, at least you never heard an argument about that.
What bugged you the most was why the hell he wouldn’t break up with her, because he does recognize she’s not a good girlfriend, his screams coming from the kitchen confirm that. Their arguments have just gotten more frequent and boorish over time.
But now it wasn't only their fights that made you distracted. You would be lying if you said you didn't have a slight crush on Yunho when you first became roommates, always so polite and gentle whenever you both were in your home. But that's just him being nice and a good person, and after he had gotten a girlfriend you knew your feelings had to go away, which wasn't particularly easy since you both shared a house, but you still managed to do it.
The problem now? They came back stronger than ever. You knew that if you spent more than five minutes in the same room as him, you’d leap onto his arms and his girlfriend would literally kill you. Why? For the past two weeks or so right after they fight, they have some sort of angry-make-up sex, making you unable to control your fantasies.
Hearing Yunho’s groans and moans for the past days made you start having a sexual attraction towards him, and pleasuring yourself to them has been your guilty pleasure. You knew it was wrong, no amount of problems with her would make it okay for him to cheat, but God, the things you would do to switch places with her on that bed.
In the middle of the day, you would suddenly imagine the most filthy and nasty scenarios that made you crave those hands on your cunt, those lips on your breasts and his cock pounding deep inside you. You were addicted to something you hadn’t even try before.
You put down the pencil you were holding when you heard moans coming from Yunho’s room - his moans. Quietly making your way to your bed, you took your shorts and panties off, then laying on your bed.
“F-Fuck, Jiyeon” His faint deep groans sent a shiver down your spine. You suppressed your moans as you rubbed circles on your clit, adjusting your pace to the volume of Yunho’s moans, imagining it was you who made him feel that good and all the indecent things you would let him do to you.
Despite everything, you swore to yourself you’d keep this desire to yourself, that you would never flirt or makes moves on Yunho while was on a relationship.
But that is so fucking hard when he didn’t help you to repress your yearnings at all.
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While binge watching your favorite show, you see Yunho walking out from his room, completely dressed up: white buttoned-up shirt adorned with a black tie, black oxfords and pants that matched his dark blue suit. He checked himself out on the mirror in the living room, “I’m going out and probably won’t come back until tomorrow noon”.
“Got it” Your attention returned to the screen in front of you, hearing his shoes clicking on the floor and the front door shutting.
After maybe a episode or two, you heard the front door opening, hearing Yunho knocking his shoes on the entrance. You turned your head around to be met with a pissed Yunho.
“Didn’t realize it was tomorrow already” You snorted as he entered his room, gaining a grunt from him.
He went back to the living room, standing in front of the tv. You’d probably roll your eyes, if he wasn’t with the first four buttons unbuttoned. My God were you really malfunctioning just because of a little cleavage? You had no shame at all, “Yn I’m not in the mood for jokes right now”.
Quickly admiring his figure, you tried your best to not look affected by his looks, “Do you want to vent or need advice? If not, let me watch my show” His fingers massaged his temples, making him sigh.
“It’s nothing much, but would you really listen to me?” He sat next to you, positioning his elbows on his knees and turning his head to you, you paused you show and sat in a more comfortable position, your body facing his. Now this was unexpected, Yunho was always a reserved person who didn’t want to bother other people with his problems.
“She was supposed to meet me almost two hours ago for dinner and she’s not answering my texts or calls. We aren’t in the best terms lately and I’m scared, for us and her as well”
“Do you know were she might have gone?” He shook his head lightly, “Look, I don’t want to be rude, you don’t have to answer me, but why are you even with her?” He gazed into your eyes, opening his mouth to speak, only to close it again and divert his gaze from yours.
“I’ll have some drinks” He got up, “I’m not mad at you for asking that, I just need to clear my thoughts” He grabbed the keys he had previously left on the kitchen table, heading to his way out.
The butterflies in your stomach meant you should leave him alone, that you shouldn’t spend any sort of quality time together with him, it would melt your mind, making you bound to do something stupid. At the same time, you were worried Yunho would get himself in trouble, that he would let’s his emotions get the best of him, and you couldn’t bear something happening to him.
“Absolutely not” You got up from the couch heading towards his direction.
“I just want to be alone”
“Yeah but I’m not letting you go through that door”You crossed your arms as he stared back at you, “We don’t need to talk further, but stay here for a moment to collect your thoughts, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret tomorrow, ok?”
He looked at you, to his feet, then getting up and going to his room. You sat back down, diverted your gaze and resumed the show, thinking he would disregard your words and go on with his life.
“What are you watching?” You jolted a little when he sat next to you - maybe a little too close for your liking, stomach doing flips and cheeks heating up - now dressed in black sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
And that’s how you two got closer, dangerously too close, because if being in the same room with him before was hard, now it was arduous. You both would now steal little glances at each other, he would flash you little smiles. When Jiyeon wasn’t there, you’d both tease each other while doing mundane tasks, which was mostly borderline flirting.
Also by some miracle the huge fights stopped, only small arguments here and there. Maybe Yunho did it out of respect for you and the conversation you both had that day, maybe Jiyeon just happened to be in a good temper, who knows. Everything seemed perfect: their relationship was great, no more angry sex, so that attraction towards Yunho disappeared and you had no more guilt looming over your head.
However, after that step forward, you took 100 steps back, because you were now having actual feelings towards Yunho. His smile brightens the room, his touch sends waves down your spine, his presence makes you feel giddy, his teases and flirts make your heart flutter. You had no idea how you got yourself in this situation, perhaps getting closer to him was the last thing you should’ve done to the greater of your sanity.
Your heart spoke louder than your mind, since you couldn’t distance from him once again, not now when you both are friends, and you know what a gentleman and nice person he is, you loved having him around.
What was your next move then? Getting someone else to replace your attraction towards Yunho, which you found quite hard, since you didn’t know many guys, let alone the ones that are both single and decent. Maybe that was a shitty move from you, but it’s still way better than playing around with someone who’s committed.
Lucky you, a few days later Yunho’s friends - who you already knew - came over to play some video games with him, and one of them ditched the hangout to make some moves on you.
“Sooo, are you single?” He asked, leaning on the wall as you made some noodles for dinner.
You laughed at his question, “You know I am Mingi” The tall guy approached you, “Just making sure, I find it hard that a beautiful woman like you is all alone”
“You sure know how to flatter someone” You giggled, turning your head to him with a smirk on your face “What do you want Mingi?” His confident attitude dropped as he widened his eyes, making you laugh lightly “Cat got your tongue? I know you want something, I just want to know what it is”
He cleared his throat, then asking “I-If I asked you if you want to go out with me, would you say yes?” without looking at you. You did not expect him to say something like that, and thought about it for a little: while you wanted to forget Yunho, you couldn’t use one of his friends as a toy, even you had limits.
“L-Look Mingi I think you’re cute, but I’m not ready for something serious and-” He interrupted you, “I thought about something more casual, if you know what I mean.” You let out a ‘oh’ “I-It’s totally okay if you don’t want, but since we’re both single and as I imagine frustrated, I thought why not...?” He clarified, still not making eye contact with you.
“Why not try?” He shot his head up at you, eyes wide and a slight smile on his face, “Really?” You nodded, “Do you want to go out tomorrow or do you think it’s too quick?” He asked. You approached him, gluing your body on his and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Tomorrow seems good”
He snaked his arms around your waist, kissing you slowly as his hands roamed your ass, sometimes tugging at it. Opening your mouth to deepen the kiss, you hands also made their way to his clothed crotch, making him separate the kiss and grunt silently. “Go back to your friends, I’ll make up for you tomorrow” You whispered, making him roll his eyes as he let go of you to go back to Yunho’s room.
Your little relationship with Mingi - if you could it even call it that - was doing you wonders, for some time your feelings for Yunho faded, specially when Mingi was balls deep into your cunt, all you could do was scream and whimper his name, brain turned into mush. Still, from time to time you would think it was Yunho instead of Mingi fucking you dumb, but you tried your best to repress those desires.
But one day you slip up, you moaned Yunho’s name out loud, and to say you were embarrassed was an understatement.
Mingi halted all movements. “I-I’m so sorry” You muttered under your breath, only loud enough for him to hear, voice cracking as tears filled your eyes. Mingi removed himself from you, “Yn look at me”
You refused to, continuing to stare at the pillow as Mingi caressed your hips, waiting for your response, “Yn I’m not mad, we’re not together, I’m just confused,” He heard your sniffs, making him turn you around and hug you.
“Do you want to stop?” You nodded, making him hold you tighter until he calmed you down enough so that he could bring your and his clothes.
After explaining the whole situation to him, he said he wouldn’t mind to keep your little ‘friends-with-benefits’ thing going on if you still wanted it and assured you he didn’t care about the slip-up. At the end, you knew he understood the mess you were in and took pity in your situation.
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You were awaken from a loud thud coming from the living room, heart racing as your mind thought about the most far-fetched and terrifying scenarios that it could. Slowly getting out of the bed and tiptoeing towards the bedroom door, you heard some mumbles coming from the other room.
You put your ear on the door to hear better. Knock knock knock. You jolted and gasped silently, backing away from the door, “Yn?” A female voice called from the other side, making you realize who it was. Opening the door you saw Jiyeon, smeared lipstick and smokey eyes adorning her delicate face as she reeked from alcohol.
“You scared the living shit out of me!” You whisper-yelled.
“Sorry, um... Yunho and I were at the club with some friends and he is pretty wasted, can I ask a favor?”
“Go on”
“So tomorrow I will be leaving town to meet my family, and I can’t be here looking after Yunho until he falls asleep, could you do that?”
“Jiyeon, I’m sorry but-”
“Please! I know it’s late and that I should have managed my time better, but it’s just this time and I trust you more than his friends to take good care of him”
Now, that was odd. Out of all the people in his life, you were the one she trusted the most? When you literally have feelings for him, have touched yourself while thinking of him and while she was the one on his bed. But Yunho is still your friend after all, surely nothing will go wrong while you care after him and tidy him, right?
“Okay, I'll try and do my best”
“Thank you so much, he's in the couch, probably half-awake” You both went to see him, he was laying on his back, hooded eyes staring through the ceiling, “I'll go now, thank you once again”.
With the door closing, it was just you and a drunk Yunho, who seemed to have a staring contest with the white ceiling.
“Yunho, are you feeling nauseous?”  He kept facing the ceiling as you called his name from afar, “Yunho?" You spoke louder this time, getting closer, the smell of cheap liquor invading your nostrils.
“Uh... Whaaat?” His slurred speech would have almost made you laugh if you weren't worried sick for him.
“Do you wanna puke?” He shook his head. “Okay, let's go to your room, can you get up?” He slowly shifted in his seat and stood up, losing his balance immediately, falling on the couch.
“Great” You massaged your temples, “How am I supposed to carry you to your room?” You sat on his side, putting one of his arms around your neck and holding it as your left arm wrapped around his torso.
With a little difficulty, you stood up. Despite managing to support him, his weight still made you bump on the hallway. Reaching his room felt like minutes.
You sat him on the bed, then unlacing and taking off his shoes as he watched you silently. Then helping him getting rid of the black leather jacket, leaving him in a white tee and black jeans.
“Look, you stink, I need to run you a shower” You explained, “This will be weird, because I need you to take off your pants”
He nodded, complying to your task slowly as you looked away to not make this any more embarrassing.
“You can turn” He said, making you turn around and trying to help him get up from the bed, avoiding looking down at his bare thighs and crotch area, cheeks burning up at the thought of it.
With a blink of an eye, Yunho's left hand was behind your head as his right propped him up, making you freeze on his hold. “Can I kiss you?” After what felt like an eternity, he asked, making you widen your eyes, no answer leaving your mouth.
You wondered if it was the booze or him talking, but his red cheeks, messy hair, somewhat slurred speech and daze gave you the answer.
“You're drunk Yunho, you don't know what you're talking about” You explained after a long staring contest, failing to cover the disappointment in your voice.
“I really want to kiss you” His grip on your neck softened a little, starting to caress it, “You look better with me, not with Mingi” Silence fell in the room, you looked away from him and bit your lip, sighing. Sure it wasn’t a secret you two were together, although it was just fun and games between you two, but it shouldn’t bother him that you’re with someone else.
“Yunho” You started with an hoarse voice, holding the tears threatening to leave your eyes, “You're speaking nonsense, let's go, I'll turn the water on for you”
The grip on your neck strengthened once again and before you knew it your lips crashed.
Different from Yunho, you kept your eyes open and wide, a million thoughts raced through your head, before finally giving into the kiss as Yunho urged you to become closer.
He bit your lower lip, taking the opportunity to insert his tongue in your mouth as you let out a silent whimper, deepening the kiss.
Getting drunk on his tongue, you threw yourself onto Yunho, both falling onto the bed without letting go of each other. Rolling on top of you, he started caressing your cheek with his thumb.
After the probably best moment of your life, you let go of him, finally allowing you both to breathe. As you stared into each other's eyes, Yunho's thumb and index fingers (hooked) into your chin, closing the small distance between you.
You don't know what it was, maybe it was the drunken state leaving your body, the guilt of taking advantage of Yunho or Jiyeon's words resurfacing your mind. But it probably was a mix of the three. You stopped Yunho, taking his hands off of you, making him frown.
“This is a mistake, you’ll regret it tomorrow, probably you won’t even remember this once you’re sober” You stood up “I’m turning on the water” You said as you walked towards the bathroom to do it, hiding the tears that threatened to leave your eyes, but for the sake of appearances and the possibility of him remembering these events tomorrow, you hid it.
You didn’t speak to each other as you gave him a bath, he sat on the shower as you shampooed his hair and rinsed it. You gave up on scrubbing his body in the middle of it due to your heartbroken state. After drying him quickly, you gave his some boxers and pajamas, waiting for him to go to bed to make sure he wouldn’t hit is head or fall down.
After putting him to bed, you crawled back to yours, crying yourself to sleep while thinking about what happened and how you fucked your friendship up, wishing all of this was just a dream.
The next few days were awkward, Yunho kept talking with you as if nothing had happened, probably because he didn’t remember, but you still couldn’t forget his kiss and his (slurred) words that night. He sometimes would ask if everything was alright, but you lied saying the last days have been tiring and you just needed to rest well.
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You grabbed your keys, trying your best to make the least amount of silence possible since it was almost 1am. You had gone out with Mingi to a club, but before that, stopping at his house for some action.
The door opened, revealing your pitch dark apartment, just like you thought, Yunho was already asleep. You then shut it behind you and took off your heels to tiptoe towards your room. As you walked towards it, you saw the door from Yunho’s room wasn’t completely closed, a dim yellow light illuminating the hallway.
Since you didn’t hear a sound, you thought he had forgotten to turn off the light on his bedside, still trying to silently get into your room, slowly turning the door knob to open it.
“Yn...” Hearing your name coming in a low grunt from the other room made you shot your head up. You were pretty sure it was a moan coming from Yunho’s room, your cheeks flustered at the thought of him jerking off thinking of you.
Interest and curiosity took the best of you, making you silently spy Yunho through the door crack. He sat on the bed, no pants on, boxers still hanging on his feet as he slowly jerked himself off. Your mouth opened wide at the sight of his cock’s size. It was probably the biggest you have ever seen in real life.
After admiring his show for a few more moments, you realized you should leave before he catches you looking and make everything between you two even more awkward. As you made the way to your room, the wooden floor creaked, making you internally cursing yourself, hoping he didn’t notice it.
“Yn?” Yunho asked, opening his room’s door wide. Lucky for you, you were already at the front of your bedroom door.
“S-Sorry did I wake you up?” You gave him a slight smile, trying to be as convincing as possible.
“For someone who insists that kissing me was a mistake you sure were enjoying the view” Your face dropped, making you look like a deer in the headlights. Silence filled the whole apartment as Yunho waited for an answer.
“I-I’m sorry” Was all you said before looking away from him and heading to your room, but Yunho’s wasn’t accepting that so easily. He grabbed your arm and trapped you between the wall and himself.
“I can see it in your eyes, why are you lying to yourself?”
“Because you’re with someone else, that’s why. Just because she’s a poor excuse of a girlfriend that doesn’t make it right for you to cheat on her ”
“I don’t care about her”
“Liar!” Tears slowly streamed down your face “If you didn’t care you would’ve ended things a long time ago!”
“It’s complicated, and you know that! If you liked me so much you wouldn’t have started a relationship with Mingi either!” You took his hands off of you.
“We’re not together!” You tried to get away from him, only for Yunho to grab you once again and planting a kiss on your lips, making you relax on him.
He deepened the kiss, making you snake your arms behind his neck, tongue and teeth crashing together as lust and passion dominated you both. Still not letting go of each other, Yunho guided you to your room, closing the door behind him.
He let go of you, leaning a bit back to check you out “Fuck I can’t believe Mingi had all this to himself, you’re so fucking pretty” He attacked your neck with light kisses and bites, making you a whimpering mess as you got wetter.
“I love hearing your little whimpers, you’re so cute, Bunny” A shiver went down you spine “Do you like the nickname, Bunny?” He whispered in your ear, taunting you “These clothes look good on you, but I bet you look better without them” He sat in your bed as you stood in front of him.
You slowly took your clothes, Yunho’s eyes not leaving your body as he licked his lips. Only in your undergarments, you straddled his lap, his hands touching and grabbing every inch of your body. With a loud huff, he took off his t-shirt to reveal his chest and abs.
He pulled you to another kiss, this time a more passionate one, caressing your face as he unclasped your bra in one go, letting the straps fall on your arms. You pulled away from him to take it off, him grabbing and kissing them as light whimpers left your mouth.
He grabbed your hand, positioning it on his tent, “Fuck baby, I need to feel you right now”, you got on your knees, pulling his pants down to his feet, revealing his boxers already with a wet spot on his clothed tip. Touching him through his boxers made him throw his head back with a loud whimper, “Please for the love of God don’t tease me y/n”
You smirked, pulling his boxers down, revealing a leaking and angry tip. As you had already suspected, Yunho was big, you had no idea how it would fit you, but that was something to worry about later.
You started by stroking him and giving him kitty licks, his noises soon encouraged you to try and take him. “Oh fuck...” Yunho moaned and dropped himself on the bed as you sucked his tip, trying to suck more every time your head bobbed up and down.
Tears filled the corners of your eyes as his length hit the back of your throat, loving the stinging sensation it left behind. You felt a hand grabbing your hair lightly, making you look up, locking eyes with Yunho, his filled with lust, “You’re taking me so well bunny” his compliments only made you wetter and more eager to swallow more of his cock.
“Let me help you out b-bunny” He grabbed your hair in a ponytail to then force your throat down his shaft, tears streaming down your face as he wrecked your mouth. You moved your panties aside, making circles around your clit as he kept controlling your head movements.
He let out a deep chuckle, “Is my bunny horny just by sucking me off?” You let out a moan at his words, throat vibrating around his cock, making him moan as well. His movements faltered as his groans got louder and louder, soon him releasing in your mouth and his grip on your head.
You quickly moved back, coughing from the lack of air in your lungs, your throat stinging a but from the workout. Yunho grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. He kissed your tears away, loving how wrecked you looked when he had done barely anything to you.
“Are you okay?” You nodded at his answer “I’m sorry for being so harsh, if I ever do anything you don’t like please warn me” You laughed slightly at his concerns, “Use me however you want” You whispered to his ear, noticing how his lips curved in a menacing grin.
“Is that so? Lay on the bed for me then, love” Hearing Yunho calling you love made you dizzy, by this time you had forgotten he had another woman he could call ‘love’, not a single once of guilt tainting your heart and making you doubt this moment.
You laid on the bed, it was Yunho’s turn to get on his knees. He pulled you closer towards him, giving you kisses along your thighs as you begged him to stop teasing you. He dragged your panties along your legs, throwing it somewhere on the room.
“Holy fuck...” You moaned out loud when he licked your folds, burying his head on your cunt, eating you out like there’s no tomorrow. You tried your best to contain your moans, which only riled Yunho up even more.
“Y-Yunho- Fuck, calm down” You whined, feeling overstimulated from his mouth alone, without even coming once, feeling him smirk as the kept tongue-fucking you. He backed away from your dripping cunt, arousal dripping down his chin.
“I thought you said you didn’t want me to tease you”
“Fuck yes I did, but if you keep going on I’m not lasting long”
“Great that’s my intention” He pushed one finger with ease inside you, making you whimper slightly “More” He chuckled at your reaction, complying to your wishes and adding another one. He thrust his fingers in and out of you, eliciting moans from you. You loved how deep his fingers went inside your cunt, still, it wasn’t enough for you.
“Y-Yunho” You moaned out loud, incapable of forming a full sentence.
“Hmm?” He looked up to you, watching your fucked out face contort with please, “Does my bunny want more?” You nodded your head quickly, making him chuckle, “You’re such a whore for me” and how right he was, you would let him do anything to you in this moment,
He added one more, stretching your cunt out as he lowered his head to your cunt. You combination of his fingers inside you and his tongue flickering your bud turned you into a moaning mess. You quickly felt your high approaching, and Yunho knew that by the way your pussy tightened around his fingers.
“Cum for me bunny, I know you want to” His words were enough to drive you to your edge, making you cream around his fingers as he kept lapping your clit, riding out your orgasm.
He took of his fingers and put them in front of you, making you clean them up and taste yourself.
“Do you want me to grab a condom?”
“Forget that, just go raw” He widened his eyes, “A-Are you sure?” you nodded your head. He got up on the bed, positioning himself between your thighs and his length in your entrance.
“I’m going slow, tell me when it’s okay to move” He slowly inserted his head in you, making moan and wrap your legs around his waist. As he kept pushing himself inside you, your moans grew louder until he bottomed out.
“F-Fuck, you’re huge” You groaned, he stilled inside you as he caressed your face and thighs to relax you. “You can move” He started slowly, you bit your lips to suppress the moans from leaving your mouth, clawing at the sheets.
Yunho tested the waters by speeding up the pace, drawing more moans from you, which gave him the green light to fuck you dumb. He placed your legs on his shoulders and lowered down to meet your lips, giving a short peck.
“Fuck Yn, you’re driving me crazy” He moaned out loud, making you smile, to which he asked “Why are you smiling?” His pace never faltering, his tip brushing your g-spot every time.
“T-The name you’re moaning is mine” You managed to speak between moans, “My bunny is so dirty” He laughed, his thrusts getting sloppier and his moans getting louder.
“Come inside me, please” You locked gazes, he gave you a taunting smirk as he used one of his hands to draw circles around your clit. You felt like your mind was breaking apart from the amount of pleasure, soon feeling a knot on your stomach.
“Do you like being full of me? Fuck, baby I’m so close” He announced, before bursting inside you, your walls sucking him dry. You loved the feeling of being full to the brim by him. Still inside you, he kept drawing circles on your bud and sucking on your breasts. Soon, you came as well, moaning his name out loud.
He removed himself from you, feeling his cum drip down onto the sheets, making a mess, “I’m grabbing a towel, don’t move” He grabbed it quickly, you barely noticing his absence.
He cleaned you up, giving you kisses. Still, a question lingered on your mind.
“What about us Yunho?”
“I’m ending things with Jiyeon, I love you yn”
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issylra · 11 months
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tagged by @magnusbae @notallsandmen & @beatnikfreakiswriting - you guys are the best. please ignore any typos, I haven't had time to edit.
lap, good boy, sweetheart, collar, shirtless, time, care, thighs, history, slick, cheek, smile, rain, cat, howl
— "lap" from chapter two of reciprocation
"I have been thinking," Dream says, after spending the better part of the previous twenty minutes perched in Hob's lap and doing nothing but watching him talk. None of the words register, only the way Hob's lips form around each one. That, and the feeling of Hob's hands under the back of his oversized t-shirt, his fingers drawing circular patterns over the skin there.  Hob's mouth hangs open for a moment, and Dream realizes too late that he's interrupted mid-sentence. "Not that interested in how my day went, eh?"
— "time" & "cheek" from chapter two of distraction (reaction)
Hob's flat is quiet when Dream appears later that day. Quiet, and remarkably clean. Dream wonders at the time spent to make it so, and if Hob had spent that time solely with the thought of ensuring Dream's comfort. Dream should feel guilty then, for stretching the truth. Guilty for a number of things.  He pushes the thought aside, preoccupied by the picture Hob makes on the couch before him. He is asleep, but fitfully so. His hair has fallen across his closed eyes, the shape of his mouth almost forlorn, and there is a distracting dusting of newly grown stubble across his cheeks and chin. The change is enough to bring distraction, and when Hob shakes himself awake with a startled breath, Dream has spent far too long wondering over the texture of it.
— "care" from chapter two of reciprocation
Hob's hands inch up his chest as if they've finally been granted permission. He traces over each of Dream's ribs, follows the curve of Dream's pectoral muscles with his fingertips, drawing nonsense patterns so close to where Dream wants him, to where he is most sensitive. Dream's shirt is bunched awkwardly at his neck by the time Hob is done, but then the pad of a thumb brushes his nipple and he finds it difficult to care. The touch is nothing more than a tease, infuriatingly light, and yet Dream's hips still stutter upward.
— "thighs" from chapter two of reciprocation
Something sparks in Dream's gut again, the kind of vague interest he's not entirely sure the shape of. He takes a moment to simply feel. Hob's shirt is thin under his hands, and the warmth of his skin radiates beneath the fabric. Dream feels Hob's thighs, solid beneath his own, the comforting presence of Hob's arms at his waist, and Hob looking at him like he would be content with only this. That if Dream decided he did not want more, Hob would simply hold him for the rest of the day, petting absently at the length of his spine and nosing at his neck. 
— "smile" from chapter two of reciprocation
Hob laughs even as he works on freeing Dream from the confines of his sweatpants, and Dream cannot fully bite back his answering smile. He will never tire of it, he thinks. This ease. The laughter and happiness Hob has brought into their now shared bed.
not going to tag anyone because I know there's a bunch of words floating around right now already ❤️
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Cw: human and pet death
On Thursday my uncle passed away. I wasn't particularly close with him, but seeing him in his last day was still traumatic. And it was very stressful not knowing how my mother and aunt would react to it.
And now our cat is clearly dying. And I feel like a horrible person shedding more tears over this than my human uncle, but it's hard to see him progressing day to day. And he's clearly distressed, and has been for a while. I can't bear to see him struggling but I also can't imagine losing him. He's only a year younger than I am and has been with us our whole lives. And my sister has loved him immensely her entire life and is taking care of him. She's not unfamiliar with death but I don't want her to have to go through this only a week after losing our uncle.
I'm not equipt for this. Not on top of the stress of school and my gender problems and a pandemic. I think I might just shut down for a while.
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toxicpineapple · 4 years
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hmm story time :)
i've always been depressed so it's made me seek out small things to do that will brighten up my routine. small things like wearing no coat in the rain or walking home when i'd usually bus or reading extra books at the library. nothing life-changing and certainly nothing to fix the depression but things that make me feel better in the moment.
(there's something about standing in the rain and crying a little bit while staring at the sunset that makes you feel alive, y'know?)
anyway, there's this big hill leading up to my house. getting home from school when i was in middle school i would always walk down my street and then get to my house. but in eighth grade i started walking down the block before mine. there was this house on the block where a couple lesbians lived, ans they had pride flags up, and it just made me happy seeing them. it felt like something out of a story book. it was a block i'd never walked down before, even though i'd always lived so near it, and the houses were so nice.
one of the houses on that block had a cat who frequently sat in the front lawn. the cat was usually sitting out there by the time i came by. i like animals so i would usually try petting them but they would always hiss at me before i could get close so i let it be. some animals don't like being touched, yknow? and i try to respect that.
i saw the cat every day, though. sometimes i would just sit on the steps, and like, talk. it was kind of silly because i knew they couldn't understand me but i wanted to anyway. i felt like, compelled to spend time with them. i started calling them "the cat that hates me" and every time i would come by with friends (most often, my romantic partner) i would laugh when they hissed at me (because they hissed at me even when i wasn't trying to pet them) and send them love before heading home.
one night, i was coming back with groceries, and they were sitting out on the front steps of the house. i paused to say hi, and they walked over to me and rubbed against my leg. that was the first time they ever let me pet them. they were so sweet, and soft, and it made me smile so much that i had earned their trust. i got home and immediately texted my partner about what had happened, and we both freaked out together.
i still called them the cat that hates me, though. i thought they might be a boy but i really had no idea how to tell.
they started letting me pet them more frequently after that. i saw them every day, after all. they would come down to greet me and let me pet them. i didn't ever rub their belly because i didn't trust it but it always made me so happy when they flopped onto their back. i felt really close with them. and it was so silly how this guilty pleasure habit of mine had brought this cat into my life.
eventually, while i was walking by, there was a girl outside on the porch. in retrospect i'm not sure who she was but at the time she seemed like the cat's owner. i found out, from her, that the cat was in fact a girl, and her name was elektra. we talked for a while and it was really nice, and elektra's owner told me i could come onto their porch and pet elektra whenver. which was nice, because up until then i had been hesitant to actually walk onto their property.
i stopped seeing elektra so often when i entered high school. my high school was further away than my middle school and the route i took home often got me there much later than it did in eighth grade. i still saw her sometimes, though, and she would even wait outside for me at times before heading back inside.
there was this other cat on the block, who i later learned was named charlie, and he was way more friendly than elektra, but i guess elektra really didn't like him because she didn't let me pet her for almost a week after seeing me pet him. she was a jealous girl, but i loved her dearly. my baby girl.
the lesbian couple with the pride flags moved out, eventually. their house was repainted and everything. but i kept coming down that block to see elektra, because i loved her so much. she was always such a highlight in my day and she was a very good listener.
when i entered tenth grade i stopped having time to go up and pet her. the times i could i was always there very briefly, giving her a couple strokes (and always a kiss on the head when i left) before having to take off. i was always in a hurry. sometimes she would be out there but i couldn't stop at all because i had to go somewhere.
it didn't bother me as much as it should've because i thought she'd always be there later. elektra had become a constant in my life. all my closest friends knew about her, and my weird tendency to go down the block right before mine. elektra was one of the best parts of my life. she was even my profile picture on instagram for a time, which was funny since she wasn't even my cat.
i didn't see her for a while, a couple months in, though. i didn't think anything of it- some days, she wouldn't be outside at all- until on the way to school i saw a missing poster for her. it freaked me out, because i had been stopping by and petting her for two years, and so i alerted all of my friends and my partner and i made plans to look for her when we next saw each other. elektra was really important to both of us. i secretly thought of her as my cat, in a way- not in the way she was to her family, of course, but she was still my girl. my baby.
i shot her owners a text (since their number was on the poster) letting them know what we were doing and my partner and i searched around the neighbourhood for about twenty minutes before i saw the response.
elektra was dead. she had been killed by a coyote the very day that she went missing. one of their neighbours confirmed it.
her owner told us to come by at any time if we wanted to chat, and since we were out there, we thought we could at least stop and give our condolences, so my partner and i knocked on the door.
we ended up talking with her owner, a woman with two adult sons, for almost an hour and a half. she was friendly and smart and amazing to talk to. my partner and i both left the interaction in high spirits. (it surprised me that i wasn't crying over elektra. but maybe it was just going to be one of those things i responded to with numbness.)
that night, though, after my partner went home and i was alone in bed, it hit me that elektra was... really gone. it wasn't a temporary thing. she was gone forever. she'd never hiss at me again. she'd never flop down on her belly or listen to me talking or squint at me from the porch of her house. she was dead. gone forever. i would never see her, my precious girl, ever again.
the cat who filled a void in my life for two years.
that had already been a pretty terrible week for me. on top of elektra going missing, my depression was kicking my ass and i just wasn't having a good time. most days i spent wanting to kill myself and not knowing how to deal with it.
so i broke down.
i told this story in the past tense but in truth all of this happened this last week. i still haven't entirely processed the fact that she's really gone. my girl is dead. and the last time i saw her, i didn't go up and pet her, because i thought i would get the chance to later. a change i will never have again.
i think i've made a good friend in elektra's owners but that doesn't change the fact that she's gone now and i miss her so much. i still don't know how to honour her life and it's something i'm still struggling with right now.
i guess what i'm trying to say is, value your relationships. don't make excuses not to see people because they'll be there later. you don't know that. if someone lights up your life, make the best of it while they're there. don't let yourself have a million regrets when they're gone.
here are some pictures of my precious girl.
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i love you, elektra. i wish i could see you again, but i know that one last time wouldn't even be near enough.
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zainbap · 6 years
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In case you still take drabble requests - I know you don't see them as a romantic ship, but could I get some sweet Banglo? Maybe Junhong visiting Bang after they haven't seen each other in a while? (Also I just LOVE your writing so much, thank you for blessing us all with it
Oh, don’t worry. Like I’ve said before: you’re free to interpret my drabbles in whatever way you want. I do try to write so it’ll work both romantically and platonically. (There are exceptions, of course. Like all Bangdae prompts.)
And either way I looove Banglo, so I’ll gladly do this one
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Sometimes, between a project and the next, the members don’t see each other for a couple days. Himchan, Jongup and Youngjae do, obviously, and Junhong has started coming over to their place more often. Daehyun likes to spend some time alone whenever he has the chance, seemingly disappearing from the face of the Earth for a few days. The leader even more so.
It used to make Junhong sad, when Yongguk first moved out of their dorm. But that was before he realized there wouldn’t be much of a difference. Yongguk had spent days and nights at the studio, even when he lived with them. He’s never said it out loud, but Junhong understands now that he needed to get away. That he needed the space. It’s better now, when he’s got a place to call home where he can recharge before seeing them all again. Junhong knows their leader is happier now than he’s been in years.
Still, that doesn’t mean Junhong doesn’t wish he could see Yongguk more often. Doesn’t mean he didn’t make a little dance of joy when Yongguk sent him a text to ask him to come over earlier.
They’re sitting on the floor now, in the middle of the leader’s living room. Music is playing from the record player in the corner. A half-full bottle of whiskey is placed between them, surrounded by scattered papers of different origin, filled with words written with a dozen different pencils.
“You know I meant it, right?” Junhong mumbles suddenly, his voice a slight drawl from the alcohol. Yongguk glances up, meeting his eyes curiously. His hair is a mess. It always is, when he’s not trying. “When I said I wish you’d invite us over more often. Me, more often.”
Something softens in Yongguk’s eyes, and he looks down into his glass.
“I know,” he rumbles.
Junhong makes a noise, because he hadn’t meant to make Yongguk feel guilty. He tries to give Yongguk’s arm a reassuring pat, but it turns into some awkward petting instead. The leader looks back up, amusement playing over his face. Junhong supposes that’s a win, anyway.
“I like it best when it’s with you,” Junhong mumbles, frowning in concentration. But even then, he’s not entirely sure what he’s saying. “Like. Everything.”
Yongguk laughs then, a wheezy and heartwarming sound filling the apartment, and Junhong grins. Because he loves that sound.
“I like it best with you, too,” Yongguk counters, smiling.
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