working on one more

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/47869609.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/F
Fandom: ATEEZ (Band)
Relationship: Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ)/Reader
Character: Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ)
Additional Tags: Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Kinda?, Unprotected Sex,
Impregnation, Breeding Kink, Mirror Sex, Belly Bulge, Unrealistic Sex,
Wall Sex, Pool Sex, Honeymoon, Established Relationship, Spanking,
Cock Warming, Finger Sucking, Hand & Finger Kink, Kinda, Hand
Feeding, Hair-pulling, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Pregnant Sex,
Lactation Kink, Daddy Kink, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff, Domestic
Jeong Yunho, degradradation
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-06-15 Words: 6,127 Chapters: 2/2

working on one more

by exololYUNHO

Summary

Your honeymoon with Yunho marks the start of an adventure both of you are beyond
excited for: parenthood.

Notes

so this is the long awaited part 2 of day 11 of February filth fest! for convince sake, I have
combined part 1 and 2 in this fic although I have separated them into 2 different chapters.
ch1 is part 1 so if you've read that recently you can skip it, but if you haven't I highly
recommend reading it again because pt 2 picks up immediately after. enjoy!
 part 1

This was something you and Yunho had been planning for a while, but there seemed like no better
time than now. The two of you had just landed for your honeymoon, and after so many years with
it being just you two, you had decided it was time for a baby. It certainly helped that not too long
after you started dating Yunho you had quickly discovered his little breeding kink. Honestly, it
surprised you that you hadn’t gotten pregnant yet. Your husband’s recovery time was insane and
the man went nearly feral whenever you slyly ask him to knock you up.

But that brought you to now, waiting naked on your shared bed for him to come back to the suite
from his morning swim. The man certainly loved his exercise and his physique was one of the
things you loved about him, so you didn’t hold it against him. Plus, you two had the whole week to
make sure he knocked you up.

You did however start to get impatient, your hand drifting between your parted legs. You found
yourself already soaking wet from imagining what he was going to do to you this coming week. It
wasn’t hard to imagine him running through the door, swim shorts low on his waist and that wild
look in his eyes that you loved. His hand would yank you towards him, rushing to pull down his
shorts, skin still damp. How he’d either bury his face between your legs or thrust his long fingers
inside you.

You went with his fingers, trying desperately to recreate the feeling with two of your own, but
whining in frustration when you couldn’t reach the pleasant depths he could. You settled for
rubbing your clit, slow circles as you imagined how he’d finger you.

Starting with one. He’d sink one into you, curling it up to stroke over your g-spot, having your
body jerk in response. How he’d nip at your neck and shoulders. Or maybe move down, leave
marks all over your breasts as he growled about how good they’d look full of milk for his baby that
he was going to put in you.

One of your hands came up to pinch at your nipple, playing with it as you increased the pace of
your fingers on your clit.

Yunho never stuck with one finger for long, usually sliding in a second or even jumping straight to
three quickly. He’d made you cum on his fingers countless times, but both of you preferred when
you came on his dick.

You were so lost in the sensation of your hand grasping at your breast, the circles you were tracing
on your clit, and the fantasies playing in your mind that the feeling of two long fingers sliding into
you made you gasp and jerk upright. The sight of your husband smirking at you as he slid his
fingers back and forth inside you had you crying out his name. When he got back you weren’t sure,
but damn were you happy to see him. Almost as happy as he was to see you, judging by the tent in
his swim shorts.

Yunho’s brown hair was damp, hanging across his forehead as his eyes scanned your body. It was
as if his eyes didn’t know where to focus. On your face, mouth open as gasping his name, or his
fingers, swallowed whole by your soaking pussy, or your hand grabbing desperately at your breast.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” His voice was low, almost gravely as he scissored his
fingers inside you.

“You, Yunho,” you choked out as his smirk widened.

“What about me, love?” His fingers quicked upwards again and you choked on your next words.

Taking a deep breath you looked him in the eye. “Your dick in me, fucking me. Cumming in me.
Being filled with your cum and knowing it’s knocking me up as we go round after round after
round.”

His movements stopped as he froze, staring at you with wide, wild eyes. His stillness seemed to
last an eternity before he was jumping up, yanking his shorts down, and thrusting into you as fast
as he could.

You gasped, head thrown back as he buried himself into you, leaning over your frame to growl in
your ear. “I don’t care that we’re in a beautiful place like this, you’re not leaving this suite all
week.”

His hips started snapping into yours, one of his hands reaching up to knock your hand away to grab
your breast causing your hands to grip onto his broad shoulders. “You’re going to be pregnant by
the time we go home, I’ll be sure of it. I’m going to fuck you over every horizontal surface I can,
maybe against the walls, who knows. But I’ll be damned if I let you out of my sight or off my
cock.”

Yunho’s words had your eyes rolling back into your head. Your trembling hands raked scratches
down his back as he kept talking in your ear while he moved his hips expertly, reaching the
deepest parts of you. “I’m going to fuck you so full of my cum you’ll have no choice but to get
pregnant. And you’re not going to waste a single drop.”

One of his hands came up to grasp your jaw, tilting your head so you had no choice but to stare at
him as he fucked you as hard as he could. “You’re not leaving until I’ve emptied every load I
possibly can into that hungry little cunt of yours.”

His hand on your jaw migrated down to rub his fingers over your clit. His movements combined
with his filthy words and incredibly precise thrusts had you hovering just on the brink of your first
orgasm of what were sure to be many if you believed what your husband was saying. And you did.

“You’re gonna cum for me. Then, I’m going to keep fucking you until it’s lunch time. Don’t think
you’re off the hook, though. You’re going to sit on my dick while I feed you lunch like the little
princess you are,” his hips were moving at what felt like an inhuman speed. They were slamming
to yours as you whimpered and clung to him for dear life. His voice was nothing more than a growl
when he spoke next. “Now cum.”

And you did. Hard. It left you gasping for air. You knew your nails were digging into his back
hard, but he’d always liked a little pain. His groans were breathy as you tightened around him, lost
in your own pleasure while he pushed forward, chasing his.

When you started squirming away from his fingers still on your clit, he moved them away,
grabbing your waist instead. He pushed his body up and away from yours to sit up on his knees,
using his hold on you to angle your hips up. Then, he really went to town. If you had thought his
pace before was brutal, this was worse. But in the best way possible.

Yunho’s hips were battering into yours, his dick rubbing against your walls causing you to cry out.
You were chanting his name, clutching at the bed sheets as you took everything he gave you.

“Fuck, Y/n, baby,” he panted, sweat dripping from his brow as he tossed his head back. You nearly
fainted as you looked down to where the two of you were joined, only to have your view obstructed
by the sight of your lower abdomen bulging slightly with every one of his thrusts into you.
The strangled moan you let out was anything but graceful, although it drew his attention to where
your gaze was. The noise that left him at that sight was almost as bad. As soon as he saw the bulge
he was cumming.

“God, fuck, fuck Y/n,” Yunho’s hips jerked, his grip on you tightening as he came. You could feel
him, wet and warm inside you and you gasped out another moan, panting his name.

Yunho fell forward when he was done cumming, covering your frame with his as his lips met
yours in a lazy kiss. The two of you stayed like that for a while, lips and hips connected as you
simply held each other, appreciating the closeness and intimacy.

He eventually parted from you, lifting himself up to slowly ease out of you. Both of you winced at
the friction when he moved, still a little oversensitive from your orgasms before.

You couldn't help but giggle as Yunho immediately lifted your hips, shoving a pillow under your
ass to make sure none of his release dripped out onto the sheets. He was still settled between your
spread legs, slowly stroking the skin of your thighs.

“Don’t laugh,” he pouted as he crossed his arms and pretended to glare down at you. “We have a
mission here.”

Now you were really laughing hard. Your laughter was abruptly choked off when Yunho’s long
fingers connected with your pussy, dragging up the length to collect some of his cum that had
leaked out of you. He gathered it on his fingers before sliding them inside you.

It was his turn to chuckle, smirking down at you. “Gotta make sure that stays where it belongs.”

You were panting again. Yunho was steadily scooping up any of his cum that was leaking out of
you and pushing it back in. On every push in he made sure to stroke his fingers along your walls,
tutting disapprovingly when you clenched around him at the feeling and consequently caused more
cum to drip out.

Yunho’s eyes were fixed on you, watching every twitch of your limbs and the rapid rise and fall of
your chest with dark eyes. His tongue came out to wet his lips as he shoved more and more of his
cum inside you, pausing to wipe the remnants off his dick that was nearly fully hard again.

Something in him seemed to crack because in a heartbeat he was flipping you around onto your
stomach and lifting your hips in the air. He gave you no more warning before lining up and
slamming into you.

You gasped at the intrusion. Yunho was pistoning in and out of you, holding your waist to keep
you steady as he watched his dick bury inside of you over and over.

“You take me so well, Y/n,” one of his hands shot out to wind its way into your hair. He tugged
and used his new grip as more leverage to slam you back on him. “Always so ready for more of my
cum. Can’t wait to see the baby I put in you.”

Your mouth was open, your eyes closed, and moans joining the sound of his grunts and slapping
skin. Yunho’s thrusts were literally punching the air out of your lungs with every inward thrust.

Yunho pulled harder on your hair, dragging your body up to lean against his. He sat back on his
heels, bouncing you up and down to meet his thrusts. His hand in your hair moved to hold you by
the throat while the other settled over your stomach.

His lips were pressed to your ear when he spoke. “Look, baby, look at us.”
Your eyes opened, and a breathless moan made its way out of your mouth at the sight before you.
The mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed was facing you, giving you a fantastic view of your
body cradled by Yunho’s bigger one. Your hair was a mess and you looked positively fucked out.

“Yunho!” you cried, hands scrabbling to hold onto him behind you.

“Cum,” he growled, eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Cum and I’ll put a baby in you. Do it for
me, Y/n.”

Your hands came up to hold his forearm as his hand gripped your throat harder. It was impossible
to control the spasming of your body as you shuddered through another orgasm. It rocked you. The
only thing keeping you from falling face first into the bed was Yunho’s tight hold on you.

Your whole body shook, eyes closing as you came. Yunho kept thrusting through it, pushing and
pulling you hard onto his dick as he chased his own orgasm.

He reached it with a gasp of your name. His hips jerked while his hands held you down on him,
keeping your body locked as close to his as he could.

As you both came down slowly, Yunho moved his hand from your throat to wrap around you,
making sure to keep you upright before he shifted to lay both of you down on the bedspread. His
dick stayed inside you while he held you to him.

He laid kisses against your hair and cheek while you caught your breath. Yunho gave a soft,
satisfied sigh as his left hand brushed over yours, fiddling with your wedding ring.

The two of you laid there, content to just cuddle. At least, until there was a knock at the suite door,
a muffled voice calling out ‘room service’.

Yunho gave you a wicked smile as he pulled out to throw on clothes. As he was headed out of the
bedroom he turned to glance at you.

“I meant what I said earlier about lunch, baby.”

 part 2

There was no way you could sit still. Yunho had you on his lap, back against his chest as he fed
you pieces of fruit. Everytime he lifted a piece to your lips, he let his fingers linger there for you to
lick clean once you had swallowed.

Both of you were still naked and sweaty from the two intense rounds from before the food had
been delivered. Yunho had kept his promise, immediately lifting you to sheath his cock inside you
once he’d retrieved the cart from the hotel staff. From there he had tortured you with small bites of
pancakes and bacon and fresh fruit that had been included in the ‘Honeymoon Brunch’ set that
Yunho had ordered for your first morning in paradise.

Every shift of your hips was punished with a smack to the inside of your thighs, spread wide over
his. The little punishment he doled out didn’t really work. The sharp sting of every slap quickly
faded into pleasure quickly and had you tightening around him and squirming even more.

“Keep. Still.” Yunho’s words were growled against your ear as he pulled your head back by your
hair to rest on his shoulder. You could only nod, your breathing ragged as your back arching only
further added to the pressure building inside you.

He seemed satisfied enough with your nonverbal answer. From your position, you couldn’t see
what he was doing, but it sounded like Yunho was messing with something on the cat before you.
It was quickly revealed what he was doing, as his fingers were back to pressing against your lips.
Something sticky was dripping from them and the taste of maple syrup exploded in your mouth as
you enveloped his middle and index finger.

Hopefully, if you could rile him up enough, he’d go back to fucking you instead of just keeping
you stuck on his cock. Your tongue swirled around his fingers, sucking enthusiastically and putting
on a show. His eyes were fixated on your mouth, watching intently as your lips pursed around his
long fingers.

When the taste of the syrup faded and Yunho seemed satisfied with your cleaning job, he withdrew
them. He glided the tips of those two fingers down the center of your body, over your throat, then
your sternum, and down your stomach. The light, damp touches had your body twitching at the
sensation.

The only sound that could be heard after Yunho removed his fingers from your mouth was your
panting. Until his fingers made contact with your clit and you released a half-squeak half-moan
noise into the still air. His hand in your hair shifted to hold you by the throat as his hips started
slowly grinding against yours, his fingers on your clit rubbing small, soft circles.

Yunho’s movements were unhurried, almost leisurely. Nothing about them seemed to acknowledge
or care about the steady level of arousal he had kept you at for nearly an hour or the burning need
to get off that you could feel rising with every perfectly aimed swipe of his fingers.

“Do you like it when I hold you here?” Yunho’s lips were brushing the shell of your ear, voice
rough as his fingers tightened against your throat. “Do you like it when I make you wait for a good
fucking? Like how I can just use you to keep my dick warm?”

With every word he muttered into your ear, his fingers increased the pressure and speed at which
they were circling your clit. Your orgasm felt so close but just out of reach. His words and his
movements had your breath hitching on every other inhale. Tiny gasps and whines were leaking
out of your open mouth in time with the rhythm of his fingers on you.

Just when it felt like you might go crashing over the edge and cum, Yunho stopped all movement.
His hips froze their grinding and his fingers lifted off you.

A jilted noise of confusion left your lips as you tried to circle your hips, chasing the orgasm you
had been so close to reaching. Yunho slapped the inside of your thigh again, growling out, “be
patient.”

You stilled as he shoved the cart filled with the remains of your brunch away. His hand around
your throat shifted to press against your sternum as his other grabbed your thigh. With ease, he
stood, carrying you with him all the while keeping you impaled on his dick as your hands grabbed
at his arms to hold on. Yunho walked forwards quickly.

“Yunho, what-” your sentence was cut off as your husband pushed your front against the closest
wall, letting your dangling leg touch the floor, but only the balls of your feet. He kept hold of your
other leg, hitching it high to give him better access. His hand on your sternum moved to grip your
hip tightly as he started thrusting.

After being tortured with feeling his huge length in you for so long but having him not moving, his
first thrust felt so good it nearly brought tears to your eyes. His second thrust did actually have you
crying when he pushed inside as far as he could. Your eyes rolled back as a few tears trickled down
your cheeks.

“Just be good and hold still,” Yunho grunted as he settled into a rhythm of slow withdrawals and
quick thrusts back in. You were trying, but it became harder and harder to balance as your mind
slowly became foggy from the pleasure you were feeling.

Your leg was trembling, trying desperately to stabilize you. The more force Yunho put into his
movements, the harder you shook and the harder following his instructions became. It took all of
your concentration, drawing your attention away from the sensations of having Yunho inside you
and the sounds of his grunts mixed with the sweet praise he was muttering into your ear.

That’s why Yunho suddenly pushing himself as hard as he could as he came inside you again
caught you off guard. Your leg gave out and Yunho rushed to grab onto you to stop both of you
from suffering a hard fall. He succeeded in wrapping a firm arm around your waist, clutching you
to him as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. Your own was so close, just around the corner,
but your weak legs and the feeling of Yunho softening slowly inside you was chasing it off.

“Are you ok, love?” Yunho was breathing hard. He slowly lifted you as gingerly as possible to slip
out. Your head tipped back as he just as carefully set your feet back on the ground. Breathing
heavily with your eyes closed, you nodded. His arms stayed wrapped around you as he placed a
kiss on your hair.

“Ok, let’s go back to bed, ok baby?”

You nodded again, opening your eyes and letting Yunho guide you back to the heavily soft king
bed. The desire to fall back asleep was creeping upon you, fighting the need to cum again.

As you flopped rather ungracefully back on the bed, Yunho chuckled, watching as you wiggled
your way to the center of the bed. You shifted, trying to get comfortable before settling on your
side, facing him with your thighs pressed together, trying to ease the arousal you felt still.

Yunho looked incredible, still standing at the edge of the bed. His dick had gone soft, but the view
of his strong legs and hips leading up to his lean and lithe torso with his wide shoulders was
beautiful. The look on his handsome face was so fond, your heart skipped a beat. Those loving
eyes were sweeping over you, naked in the middle of the messy white sheets.

His eyes stopped, focussing in on where your thighs were pushing together, rubbing together ever
so slightly. A grin started to form on his face as he slowly crawled into the bed, making his way to
your prone figure. As he settled on his side facing you, one of his huge hands reached out,
separating your thighs and pulling the top one to rest over his hip.

“Aww is my baby still needy?” His hand on your thigh started making its way over your legs until
he was grasping your ass.

“Don't patronize me,” you grumbled while still readjusting your leg high on his hip.

“My bad, love,” the stupid smirk on Yunho’s face didn’t fade as his fingers curled around your ass
to brush gently against where his cum was starting to leak out of you. You shivered as the simple
feeling brought pleasant jolts to your increasingly oversensitive body. He leaned forward, laying
kisses and sucking hickies across your throat.

“So what do you want? My mouth or my fingers? Or maybe my thigh?” Yunho’s words were
uttered against your throat, his voice rumbling through you as he teasingly flexed his leg under
yours. As tempting as the offer of using his muscular thigh to get off was, it was no match for his
long graceful fingers or his wicked tongue.

“Fingers and mouth,” your words were breathy as he took your earlobe between his teeth. Yunho
was leaning so far over you to reach your ear, he was practically pushing you onto your back.

“Anything for you, my love,” Yunho fully pushed you onto your back, letting his hand switch to
your front. His mouth was still working over your neck and collarbones as his fingers began to
softly trail between your legs, letting them just barely dip inside you before circling your clit as
lightly as possible.

Your legs were twitching and your teeth were pressing hard into your bottom lip. Every brush of
his fingers as they lightly repeated their journey had you embarrassingly close to the edge already.
Yunho’s lips moving towards your heaving breasts didn’t help, either.

Suddenly, your back was arching violently as several sensations shot through you all at once.
Yunho’s teeth sunk into the top of your breast, just hard enough to send painful pleasure through
you. At the same time, two of his fingers had thrust themselves deep inside of you as the palm of
his hand pressed into your clit.

After waiting for so long, two thrusts of his long and lean fingers had you crumbling into a long
overdue orgasm. The sensation was all consuming, rolling across you in waves. Vaguely, you were
aware of the gasping moans you were releasing and the way your legs were shaking, clenched
together and squeezing his hand.

The ringing in your ears as you came down faded, allowing you to hear Yunho’s soft chuckle as
his fingers continued to gently move inside you. “I didn’t even get to use my mouth, baby.”

“Too bad,” your words were breathy as your body sagged back into the sheets, muscles relaxing
one by one.

“I think you have one more in you,” Yunho looked down right evil, with a dark look in his eyes and
a devilishly handsome smirk on his face.
A whimper left your lips as his shoulders pushed aside your thighs so he could settle between them.
Sparing a quick glance at the clock on the bedside table, it revealed it was only 12:39. There were
still 5 days left of your honeymoon and Yunho was clearly planning on killing you before you
made it home.

Yunho had relented after one more world rocking orgasm via his mouth, allowing both of you to
take a much needed nap. Unfortunately, that nap was cut short when he gently shook you awake
around 3 pm.

“Come on, love. If you nap any longer you won’t sleep well tonight. Time to get out of bed,”
despite his words, your husband hadn’t risen, still spooning you with an arm wrapped possessively
around your waist.

“Let me sleep,” your words were slow and slurred with sleep. “I’m sure you’ll tire me out in time
for bed.”

Yunho didn’t reply, instead choosing to run his hand gently across your side for a few moments. It
didn’t take long for what you had assumed to be a soothing gesture to wake you up to turn into
torture. His fingers dug into your side, tickling you until you were yelling as laughing, rolling
across the bed to get away from him.

Making it to the edge, you stood, pushing yourself to flee. You didn’t make it far, though. His arms
quickly wrapped around you, yanking you back into his chest as he held you against him.

“See? Wasn’t so bad to get out of bed,” he punctuated his words with a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re evil,” you mumbled even as you leaned back into him. “I’m filing for divorce.”

“I don’t think ‘he tickled me’ is a good reason for divorce,” he laughed.

You didn’t give him a real response, instead grumbling something along the lines of ‘fucking
bastard’ which only made him laugh harder.

“Stop threatening me, let's go swimming!” Yunho released you, moving across the room to rifle
through his suitcase, searching for trunks. As he bent over, you couldn’t help the urge to slap his
still naked ass as you moved past.

“Hey!” He jolted upright, throwing a still folded pair of socks at you. “My poor ass!”

“Shouldn’t have bent over,” you shrugged, grabbing the closest suit, sliding on the side tie bottoms
as you bit your lip to contain your laughter.

“You’re asking to be tickled again,” Yunho’s eyes were narrowed as he watched you tie the bikini
top into place.

“Tickle me again and you’re not getting your dick wet for at least 3 days,” your own eyes
narrowed, staring him down and daring him to try anything.

He relented, shaking his head with a laugh and finally pulling on his shorts. “Fine, fine, no
tickling,” striding towards you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned down to kiss
you. You met the gentle touch of his lips with your own, allowing your hands to creep up his arms
to rest on his shoulders. “Let’s go swim, the private pool is incredible.”

Yunho separated from you, snagging your hand and dragging you towards the small villa's patio.
The place was gorgeous, still attached to the main resort, but far enough away with high walls to
give the allusion of being alone on an island. The private pool and deck were hemmed in by said
walls and the backside of the villa itself, but still provided a wonderful view of the clear blue sea
beyond the edge, including the beach that was open to the public. It was unoccupied, being so far
from the main resort beach, the only people you had seen so far had been couples taking a walk or
inhabitants from villas nearby who were making use of a less crowded area.

On the deck, there were a few lounging chairs, a table with two normal chairs, and a rather large
and deep pool only accessible to you and Yunho. This was where he had been habitually swimming
laps in the mornings since you’d arrived. According to him, it was a way to exercise that didn’t
involve fucking you against the nearest surface, which he had also been doing daily.

As Yunho pulled you through the sliding glass door into the humid air outside, he dropped your
hand crossing the distance to the pool quickly. He jumped, cannonballing into the previously calm
water. Unhurriedly, you walked towards the edge, sitting down and letting your legs dip into the
cool water which was still sloshing about.

You watched fondly as Yunho finally came up from underwater. At this depth, the water only
came up to his chest, decorating his shoulders and upper arms in lovely little droplets. His hair was
wet and his biceps flexed deliciously as he pushed it back out of his face.

Lost in staring at him, it took you a moment to catch onto the salacious smile starting to appear on
his lips.

“Yunho, no,” you tried to warn as he walked towards you through the water. As he approached
where you were sitting, the water became shallower until he was just slightly taller than you where
you sat. Both of his hands were situated on the wood beside your thighs, his face dangerously close
to yours. “We’re in public.”

“Barely,” his head dipped to ghost his lips over your jugular. Instinctively, your head tilted back to
give him room. You could feel his smile as he dotted wet kisses across your neck. “What happened
to my adventurous little girlfriend who would let me fuck her brains out in her university parking
lot for lunch.”

You shivered as he sucked a bruise into a sensitive spot below your ear. Your hand came up and
laced through his dripping wet hair. It was only slightly audible how much his words and actions
were affecting you when you spoke. “She grew up and got married.”

“Mmm, that’s right. She got married,” his head rose and his lips captured yours. This kiss was
intense, his tongue immediately swiping over your lips and pushing its way into your mouth. Your
hand tightened in his hair causing him to groan. Yunho's hands moved to grip your ass, pulling you
closer to the edge of the pool so the seat of your swimsuit pressed into his quickly swelling length.

With a gasp, your head jerked away from his. “Any chance I can convince you to go fuck me in the
shower instead?”

“We’ve already fucked in the shower. Why not try out a new location?”

With a sigh, you acquiesced. The chance of people seeing or hearing you from the beach was nerve
wracking, but the idea sent a shiver of arousal down your spine. “Fine, fine, go deeper.”

Yunho smirked, his hands on your ass pulling you off the edge and deeper into the water. “With
pleasure.”
He guided your legs around his waist and hands up to his shoulders as he walked the two of you
farther into the pool until only your heads were free. Yunho’s lips attached to your neck again as
his hands reached up to untie your bikini. After undoing the bows you had tied before, he pulled
both pieces off you and let your top and bottoms float away.

Yunho pressed you against the wall with your back facing the villa. The position gave you a
beautiful view of the beach and ocean and the young couple walking along the shore.

Your hand grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him back. “Yunho, Yunho there’s people on
the beach.”

He hummed, lifting his head to smile slyly at you. “Then you better be quiet.”

You rolled your eyes, opening your mouth to retort, but were interrupted with your own gasp as
two of his fingers slipped inside you. Unsurprisingly, you were already wet for him, although you
were pretty sure it was a combination of your own wetness and his cum from before. As his fingers
started to stroke and scissor inside you, all you could focus on was the couple walking past, even
though they were a few hundred feet away and not looking towards you.

Yunho’s mouth was at your ear as he tried to bring your attention back to him. “I don’t think
fucking in a pool is the best way to knock you up, so I guess we’ll have to get out and fuck on the
deck.”

He made to lift you up, but your hand in his hair yanked hard. He groaned and involuntarily thrust
his hips into yours.

“Don’t you dare take me out of this pool Jeong Yunho,” your eyes were wide and your tone was
scathing. Until the very end of your sentence, at least. As you said his name he stroked your g spot
causing your words to become breathy. “You can try your best to get me pregnant later. Now, I
need you to just fuck me here.”

“Oh?” His naughty grin was back. “Why the change of heart about the location, love?”

With another eye roll and a pull of his hair, you ground forward against him. “You’re the one who
desperately wanted to fuck in the pool, I’m just giving my husband what he asked for. Plus,” your
own grin matched his, “maybe I do miss getting railed in public sometimes.”

He groaned again before crushing his mouth to yours.

Yunho’s fingers pulled out of you quickly, fumbling to push down his own shorts. His tongue was
tangling with yours and his own hand came up to grasp your hair in his large hand. Your hand
released his locks, instead grabbing the back of his neck.

“Ready love?”

“Hurry up!”

He chuckled and angled his hips so he could push in slowly. Your head dropped back against the
edge of the pool as the pleasurable feeling of being connected to Yunho in the best way possible
filled you.

His thrusts were much slower in the water than they would be outside of it, but he still reached
pleasantly deep inside you, only stoking the fire that was building in your gut.

Yunho’s hands were roaming everywhere since the combination of the water and your limbs
wrapped around him didn’t make it necessary for him to carry you. You noticed, rather quickly,
that his favorite parts of you for him to rest his hands were on your lower stomach and your breasts.

As his thrusts grew in power, every one had you biting down harder on your lip to keep quiet. You
could see over Yunho’s shoulder that the couple were long gone, but you couldn’t help but try to
silence yourself.

Yunho, seemingly knowing exactly why you were being quiet, started targeting each of his thrusts
to hit your g-spot, his hips pausing to grind his pubic bone against your clit on every thrust up. It
was all starting to be too much. The constant onslaught of pleasure combined with the exhilarating
rush of doing this all outside within view and earshot of anyone who wandered by was pushing you
so close to the edge.

“Cum,” Yunho’s low, gravely voice in your ear had you whimpering. “I want you to cum out here,
for anyone to see. Come on, slut,” each of his sentences was punctuated with a powerful thrust
inside you. His left hand came up to wrap around your throat and his right migrated down to draw
circles around your clit.

The cold metal of his wedding band against your throat, the pressure he was putting on the blood
supply to your brain, his filthy words, and his fingers on your clit were too much.

It all propelled you into an overwhelming orgasm. The feeling washed over you, lighting up your
body and causing your inner muscles to squeeze in time with the waves around his dick. Yunho
didn’t stop his thrusts, although he did lose his rhythm, hips stuttering as his orgasm hit him as
well.

Both of you rode out the sensations, panting and clinging to each other, letting the water cool your
flushed skin. It was so easy to get lost in the feeling of being close to him, losing yourself in the
intimacy of just holding each other.

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