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it was rare for you to get an off-day with yunho especially with how much he’s been touring lately. it’s even more difficult finding a time to really unwind and relax with your boyfriend, whatnot with his early schedules that make him leave your apartment or his dorms early in the morning paired with your unexpected work hours as a freelancer. it didn’t help that he was miles away, too.
you’ve turned down projects for this, though, and you’ve never been happier at the news of yunho wrapping up his U.S. tour to spend a week with you. a whole week of sleeping in and lazing around, basking in the presence of someone you’d give the moon and stars to in a heartbeat.
“i’m going to get more drinks, baby, is there anything that you need?” yunho’s hand lands on your thigh, stroking the exposed skin there and you hope he doesn’t feel the goosebumps that arise from the action. satisfied with your iced water, you shake your head with a smile.
“’m good,” you receive his peck with a small giggle, unable to keep your fluttering heart down even after two years of being his lover. always attentive and stuck at the hip with you, you’d die before even thinking of leaving him—lucky, that’s what you’d call yourself. a lucky lover.
but you can’t lie to yourself with the shiver that goes down your spine when he stands up to reach his towering height, eyeing the way his hand wraps around his mug (the mug that you got him and the only mug he uses now) and the way his adam’s apple bobs as he tilts his head back to chew on some ice. yunho knows his way around your apartment so well now that he avoids the little roomba station near the kitchen and it sends another shortness of breath to your lungs.
it’s the little things, the many little things that’s getting you worked up from the morning already, and you have to calm your racing heart when he returns back to the living room with a fresh cup of fanta looking dishevelled as hell.
“you okay, princess? any reason why you’re breathing so hard?”
you scoff and wave your hand, pressing play quickly to continue the show. although, you think you’re not interested in the movie any more. “am i?”
laughter leaves his lips and it prompts another giggle out of you that you hope doesn’t sound deranged. you lean more into the way his thigh meets yours.
“excited from the movie?” yunho’s arm finds its home around your waist, and you melt into his touch, pressing into his side before glancing up and the month away from him had done and is doing numbers on you. swallowing before muttering a small “y—yea”, you inwardly curse at the way your voice wavers.
he has to know, right? the way each of his long fingers dig into your side, slowly but surely bringing you into his lap, the rasp of his voice.
“you’re lying, darling,” the low chuckle he lets out makes you throb and it’s as if he can feel it from the look of recognition on his face, “tell me what’s up.”
“jeong yunho…” you sigh in resignation, forehead meeting the safety of his neck and you shake from the movement of his laugh, hands massaging your sides gently. if it was anything that yunho was as a boyfriend, it was that he sees through your emotions and lies easily; that on top of finding amusement in your flustered state and giggling every two seconds.
“so it’s me? am i the problem?” now you’re confident that he knows what he’s doing when he dips down to place feather-like kisses on your neck, trailing up to your jawline, to your cheek and nose, and yunho directs you so pliantly it makes his heart jump at the dazed look in your eye.
“you’re so hot it hurts, yunho-ya. and to be honest, i haven’t been paying much attention to the movie.” he throws his head back and laughs yet again and the gesture drags you into a lovesick smile.
“silly girl, why didn’t you just tell me, hm?” for how tall and large he is, he’s still so gentle with you. “we could’ve been going at it for,” he looks around to see how far into the movie you two are, “fifty-three minutes already!”
you scoff with a grin, “you’re so annoying.”
“and you love it, tiny.” yunho also knew how to command a space, and you love to see it firsthand when the lighthearted mood is put aside for tension to grow, looking at you with hooded lids and eyes that contain a swirling depth of love and desire. “you also love my fingers, don’t you?”
the question makes your breathing turn shallow, igniting your skin as he trails down your body to cup your cunt, panties already soaked through. slowly, he rubs your clit, eliciting a soft moan from your lips and he looks like he could get on his knees and worship you from that sound alone.
“fuck, you’re so wet already. you’ve been pent up, huh?”
with a small pout, you nod, hips moving on their own to meet his teasing fingers and he squeezes your waist at your eagerness. “easy, tiny.”
“yunho, please—” you don’t even know what you’re begging for; for him to stop the teasing? for him to rub harder? for him to rip your panties to pieces and fuck you silly after being away from you for a whole month? “need you—”
“words, baby, use your words,” he relieves you just a little when he deftly drags your underwear to the side, rough, calloused fingers making contact with your bare cunt, “tell me what you need.”
“need— f-fuck —i need your mouth on me, yunho.”
“s’that it?” you give a small, timid nod and he lets out a groan, “’course i’ll give it to you. it’s only fair when my pretty girl asks so nicely.”
yunho meets your kiss halfway, whimpering softly into your mouth when you insert your tongue into his mouth. it’s sloppy, it’s messy and your lips mesh together in a display of unbridled desperation. with his body he nudges for you to stand up, thinking you were going to switch positions but yunho doesn’t leave the sofa at all, leaving you cocking your head in confusion.
“i thought i was—”
yunho gives you a sweet smile, finding the back of your hand and pressing a kiss to it. the realisation sets in when he starts to lie down and you move forward naturally when he pulls on you, using his other hand to pat his chest.
“ c’mere .”
“no way—”
he laughs, “yes way, princess. weren’t you mentioning it to me weeks ago in our messages?”
your jaw drops a bit, “you remembered ? oh my god, you pervert!”
“you were literally grinding against my hand a minute ago,” he makes a face, feigning a thoughtful face, “and you were literally sexting me last night the moment i touched down in the airport.”
“okay, okay! i got it,” you roll your eyes, giggling, “you can stop with the calling out now.”
“so?”
he looks expectantly, and while you’ve always wanted to try sitting on your lovely boyfriend’s face and watching your arousal drip down the side of it, you’re still worried about crushing him, or even being so lost in pleasure you don’t notice he can’t breathe. that can happen, right ?
“you’re overthinking, silly, just come on here. you won’t crush me, angel.” you swear you get wetter from the way he reads you so well, reassuring you.
“but—”
“come. and don’t hover.”
you tsk at his persistence as you remove your panties all the way, careful with the way you settle down on him and you feel his hot breath fan across your pussy. there’s the soft pressure of his arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you in place, hands flying to the sofa to keep yourself steady as you let out little whines.
“such a pretty cunt, i can never get enough of it,” he sighs, and you clench at the way he says it, meeting his intoxicated eyes from above as he kisses up each thigh, getting you worked up in just the way you like it, “thank you, god, for the meal.”
yunho loves to give—his devotion to you, the little sliver of time after shows to text you even when he’s dead tired—and so he gives, gives, gives . you know it that much with the way yunho eats you out like a starved man, pulling you right onto his mouth and a loud moan fills the space, dug out from your throat at the raw, overwhelming feeling of his tongue flicking and sucking on your clit.
“y—yunho, fuck !” you’re never this quick to cry from pleasure but with one month away, you can already feel tears bordering the edge of your eyes, choked moans cutting off your pleas with the feel of his mouth on your dripping pussy. “feels s’good, oh my god—”
you feel him grunt through his assault on you, arms constantly reaching to lock you in place as he slurps up more and more of your juices, drunk on your taste.
“missed this pussy so much, fucking hell,” he mutters to himself, blessed with the sight of your eyebrows scrunched up and eyes hazing up with ecstasy, “always taste so good. so good for me.”
you jerk in shock when his tongue enters you, eyes meeting his dark ones as he fucks you with the muscle, fingers leaving the sofa and tangling themselves in his head instead. yunho moans at the delicious sting when you pull on his locks, sneaking a hand around to rub at your neglected clit.
“that good? look at me, baby—” even when he says that, he struggles to keep his eyes open, fluttering every now and then at your addictive taste, “that’s it.”
“yunhoooo, fuuuckk… ” you drawl, already dizzy from his skilled tongue and his insatiable love for your cunt, “can’t— needa cum soon—!”
“want to watch you as you cum,” he speaks, muffled, into your sopping core, continuing his never-ending ministrations that force your sensitivity to stay at an all time high, “keep your eyes on me, okay?”
you’re too far lost in pleasure to notice that his hips rut against the air, nothing, wanting for any kind of friction against his hardened cock, but it seems like he doesn’t care about it either, not when all his ears and eyes can zone in on are the lewd, wet sounds of his tongue and the heaving of your chest.
“ mmfuck —” your hips start again, feeling that familiar high that starts to build in your stomach and extends to the rest of your limbs, falling forward when yunho pulls again on your locked thighs and his hand reaches out to squeeze the softness of your ass.
“yunhoooo…” the whine of his name breaks and cracks, panting out mantras of his name over and over whilst rocking your hips along his face and tongue. you swear you can see the glimmer of your juices all over his mouth and face thanks to the moonlight and it’s similar to the mischievous glint that resides in your boyfriend’s eyes, challenging you to make a mess of the couch. “close, i’m close, baby—”
the vibrations of him talking has you moaning out loud, garbled filthy words of “cum, please cum” and “need to taste you” that you can barely make out against your sensitive clit. your ears are ringing, tears threatening to spill over and the knot in your tummy just begging to be released.
you don’t even get the chance to warn him before—
“yun—!” and you cry out into the apartment as you cum, spilling all over his face that it runs down the sides. with the movie long forgotten and your thighs trembling atop his face, you couldn’t ask for a better night—lips not stopping with your whimpers and your mind fuzzy from the intense orgasm.
“s—shit, baby,” you meet his eyes from above that shows how he’s absolutely drunk while he slurps up your cum along your cunt, making sure that he doesn’t waste any last drop of it, “can’t get enough of you.”
you can feel him smirk, knowing he could feel the way your pussy fluttered at that before he pulls you off of him, sitting up to meet your lips. you taste yourself on him, sighing into the kiss until it’s cut off with a yelp.
yunho flips you over, and you see the fire in his eyes, “i’m just getting started, darling.”
despite knowing it was going to be a long night, you bite back a smile as you watch him lower himself to his knees, admiring the mess you made caused by him . cunt glistening, your stomach lined with sweat, pleas lingering on your lips. the obscenity is broken just a little from the gentle kiss he places on your knee.
fuck. yunho missed this, and he plans to spend the rest of the night showing you what one month’s worth of pent up frustration entails.