To Any Fic Writers Who Worry They Are Wasting Their Time... I Read A Fic For A Relatively Small And Inactive

To any fic writers who worry they are wasting their time... I read a fic for a relatively small and inactive fandom about three years ago. And there was one specific scene where a character watched another dancing like an idiot to a beyonce song and it was so sweet and loving that even now years later I have that song on one of my spotify playlist so every once in a while it will play and remind me of that fic, and every time it does I smile and feel a little happier.

The stats on a fic will never really tell you if your writing touched someone. There's no numerical way to show you what impact you made. Maybe you are wasting time, or maybe you are writing something that someone will remember for a long time, something that will never fail to make them smile.

just a ride home

18+ • drabble • yunho • pt. 1

you couldn’t make eye contact with him.

you haven't worked with your friend thanks to a family thing since it happened but somehow Yunho “forgot” and now he’s stood in front of you seeming very unbothered about coming all the way there without seeing his girlfriend. the small bookstore is way too quiet right now for you to be in this situation.

his eyes are boring into you as you look everywhere else but him. he’s suppressing a smirk as he finally speaks again, “how have you been? I don’t talk to you much anymore.”

you blink a few times in quick succession. “uh, pretty good honestly. I’ve been feeling great lately.”

he hides his smile. “nice, i wonder why.”

“Yeah me t-” you stop, realizing what it could be. you look up, making eye contact and know he does too.

without a word you started the night’s closing duties so you could get the fuck out of there and away from him. you're finishing up, when you go to tell him the store is closing. before you can speak, he says “i’ll drive you home.” 

“uhh i-i don’t know. your girlfriend might not like that.”

he looked confused. “let’s ask her then.” you stammer through telling him not to before he’s already saying “hey, i’m at the bookstore.” you can faintly hear her laugh and say something before he puts her on speaker. “well I know that now. it’s only ______ here closing up.”

“oh ______ is there? you should offer to drive her home.”

your eyes widen as you stare at the phone incredulously. Yunho’s smile widens like the cheshire cat as he looks to you. “really? she doesn't have a car?”

“no and i hate her walking home or trying to catch the bus that late. please. and if she says anything say i told you to offer. ok?”

“ok! i’ll go ask her.” they say their goodbyes before hanging up and looking like he’s waiting.

“i’ll go get my stuff.”

•

the whole ride your heart is beating out of your chest.

as you get closer to your place, he finally speaks. “you’re awfully quiet.”

you don’t say anything, unsure of how to answer.

“did something happen, tiny?” you freeze up at the nickname. he notices right away trying to keep a grin at bay when he realizes he can’t start so normal if he wants to make progress. you’re too bashfully right now. he has to tease you.

he can do that.

“you look so tense. are you thinking about something?” silence, “well i am. i’m curious about something that happened the other day. you probably knew i’d come fuck her stupid. is that why you told her you couldn’t cum? because you came just fine for me.” 

“that’s different” you mumbled.

“what’s that? he asks with a grin

“that’s different! I hadn't cum in so long I think it was inevitable.” you say as he pulls in. he parks in the dark parking lot, shutting off the car.

“hmm, is that right?” he says getting comfortable in his seat half facing you. you’re squirming under the weight of his gaze. “do I make you uncomfortable?”

you shook your head, eyes fixed on your twiddling thumbs.

“have you been able to cum again since?”

you hesitate before nodding.

“without thinking about our phone call?”

you don’t respond and he huffs a laugh.

“do you want to?”

“Yunho, you have a girlfriend. even touching me is wrong.”

“oh I won’t be touching you, tiny”

you frown at that despite your own statement a second prior.

“aww, you disappointed, tiny?”

there’s that name again. that alone sends more wetness to your core than you’ve had fully entangled with another person. how did he do it with just a nickname??

“don’t worry, i’m not leaving you alone, we’re gonna do it together. how about that?” he says as he rubs himself through his pants. he rests his head back with lidded eyes regarding you carefully. a small smirk spreads on his face as you start to squirm, not making eye contact still.

“how about i help a bit?”

“o-ok”

he smiles “lemme see how wet you are. and don’t pretend you aren’t, you have been rubbing those thighs together since I showed up.”

you adjust yourself half to face him given the limited space. you slowly lift the fabric of your skirt. he groans at the wet spot prominent on the cotton of the panties.

“so I was right” he palms himself a little harder. “fuck. move em to the side.”

you immediately do as he asks.

“that pussy is even prettier than I imagined.” you keen under his praise as he unzips his pants. you shouldn’t be surprised at how big he is as he frees himself. everything about him is big, from his height to his personality to his hands and now his cock. damn

“would you let me fuck it?” the simple question jolts you “would you let me fuck that pussy like it’s mine?”

‘it is yours’ is on the tip of your tongue. instead, you stroke your slit slowly “mhm”

“you probably already thought about it enough after our phone call so instead I’ll make you wait. make you crave it. i’ll kiss you till your lips are sore before I even let you touch it.”

“Yunho” you moan softly.

“touch yourself baby. I know you can.” so you do.

“I know you were playing with it that night. from how you haven’t been able to look me in the eye since you probably have alot since then too. haven’t you?”

he’s staring intensely as you play around your entrance, eyes closed not even noticing his eyes following your teasing. his mouth open slightly as he pleads in his head for you to slip a finger inside. you tease your entrance to the sound of his movements until you finally let a finger in. it slides in so easy and carefully between your wetness, he groans as it sinks in.

you open your eyes. noticing his gaze, you become bashful trying to close your legs. before he can stop you, already about to break the no touching unspoken rule, you moan, legs falling back open as you shudder. you unintentionally brushed your clit hard with your palm. fuck it felt good

your legs opened wider and he sped up his hand “that’s right, tiny. you can’t hide it from me. we’re not done playing yet. let me see your tits.”

you don’t process it at first, staring at his cock as you pleasure yourself

“tiny”

you look up making real eye contact for the first time. this is when you realize how close he actually is. “pull your shirt down”

without looking away you use your free hand to tug down the low cut shirt and bra, taking one in hand immediately. you roll the nipple between your fingers, moaning lowly as you struggle to keep your eyes open. it feels too good but you don’t want to break his gaze. it spurs you on more, massaging harder as your hand speeds up. wordlessly he does the same.

you whimper, your leg moving to try to open yourself wider.

“tiny”

“hmm”

“add another finger” you’re not sure why, as he isn’t even glancing down, before you realize: it’s for you, not him. he knows you need more. since he can’t give you his cock he’ll help you out how he can.

“faster”

you did as he said

his free hand grasps his thigh hard.

you wanted his big hand on your thigh so bad. not even anything sexual you just needed his touch. but you weren’t going to cross that line. you look back up to find him staring at your chest and you get brave.

“Yunho”

“yes, tiny”

“how would you fuck me?”

he seems shocked for a second before huffing out a chuckle.

“oh tiny, don’t ask dangerous questions.”

“it’s not da-”

“yes it is.”

he pauses for a long moment to let out a long sign at the pleasure “it is.” His eyes are closed now with his head thrown back more. “you don’t even know how dangerous and that makes it more so. Look at you” he lifts his head, eyes raking over your sweaty form as your hand speeds up “you don’t even know how dangerous you are.”

you bite your lip. not quite sure of what he’s saying but the look in his eye is saying a lot by itself.

“you could get fucked however you want by whoever and instead you’re in a hot car with me fucking your cunt like a whore because I said so. yes, you’re fucking dangerous.”

a moan slips from your lips and you whimper at your own inability to not show how affected you are but the fire in you’re stomach is making you care so much less. your hand speeds up.

“curl your fingers. don’t stop listening to me now.” He says at your hesitation “make that pussy feel good. you obviously want to. you’re probably trying not to think about my fingers doing it for you. or are you past that? probably going straight to my cock huh? you’ve seen it now you think you can take it.” he chuckles as he shakes his head. “you're probably too tight to take me properly anyway so take my fingers and be happy”

he’s speaking like it’s actually his fingers curling to your spot. It helps bc the fire in your core becomes unimaginable.

“Tiny do me a favor.”

you whimper in reply

“cum”

white spreads behind your eyes as the dam of fire breaks. the sound you scream out into the air of the car sends him over the edge as well. He milks himself dry as you jolt a bit, as you come down closing your thighs on your own hand, almost unable to stop fucking yourself despite how sensitive you are. you don’t even fully realize he came until he sighs in contentment and mild sensitivity as well, his hand covered in his own release.

“yunho”

“yes tiny,'' he answers breathlessly.

the vulgar words of asking for a taste are on the tip of your tongue. you know it’s crossing the imaginary line you’ve drawn so instead you say “thank you yunho”

•

when you’re settled in bed you get a text. the words on the screen keep you up a little longer that night with your hands between your legs

“i would fuck you to prove what you are. mine.”

pt.3

warning. yandere. murder. twisted love.

taglist. @mir-oh @straykisz @geniejunn

requested.

[5:32 PM] you had come home from a long day at work. all you wanted was to come home to your boyfriend and cuddle to sleep. but alas, the universe had other plans.

instead, you were greeted by a familiar head of hair, his back facing you as blood dripped on the floor from a knife. it was your best friend of eight years.

it soon became apparent that he had killed your boyfriend.

"chan?" you whispered, heart beating out of your chest. was he going to kill you too?

he turned around, blood splattered on his face. his typically gentle and calm eyes were crazed and shaking.

"what did you do?" you stuttered, looking at the body under him. your boyfriend.

"i had to kill him. i had to."

your eyes filled with tears, "why, chan? why did you kill him?"

"because i love you."

"no you don't, you don't love me." you were careful with your words. he had a knife, and with how athletic and strong he was... there was no escaping him.

"do you love me back?" he muttered, ignoring your statement.

"no, no i don't, chan."

"lie to me then."

What time should I queue part 2 of the yunho drabble to post?

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