Hold Fast Together (j.yh + P.sh)

hold fast together (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: fourth installment in the husbands series; you want more, you want a family, but it’s never quite that simple part one: room for three || part two: and if i stay || part three: their gift

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // this is just all the husbands yunhwa angst, fluff, smut, love, all of it. check the warnings before you read though!

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, married!yunhwa, established yunhwa x reader relationship, mmf, fertility issues, period talk, conception talk, stress and angst over conceiving, mention of adoption, brief mention of parental disapproval of reader’s relationship with yunhwa, but then on a lighter note….  praise, degredation/humilitation, reference to bdsm collar, use of puppy but not pet play this time, rough foreplay, rough sex, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), face riding, cum eating, cumshots, creampie, heavy handed breeding kink obviously, hard dom hwa and use of sir, hard dom yunho and use of daddy, anal play (m receiving), gratuitous use of good girl, sweet girl, pretty girl, slut, etc., spanking/impact play….. anyways this one starts off emo and then gets into filthy breeding kink that very few people asked for but HEY here we are - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 12K

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Obsessive | Kang Yeosang | pt. 3

Parts ➞ [one] [two] [three] [four]

Pairing ➞ brothers best friend! Yeosang x (fem) reader

Summary ➞ You tried to pay no mind to your brother’s friends and their flirty antics, but it always confused you when only one of them seemed disinterested in you. Even though you’d never admit it, he intrigued you—to the point where when you kissed drunkenly at party, you wanted more. And you were going to get it.

Genre ➞ enemies to lovers au, friends with benefits, party au, college au, smut, fluff, slight angst

Series Warnings/tags ➞ 18+, sex, drug use (weed), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, friends with benefits cycle, daddy issues, toxic friends, heavy drinking, lots of intimacy, yeosang is a meanie at first, San is a flirt, party, hookups, etc

Word Count ➞ 4.1k

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Taglist ➞ @atinywhore @ch0isa99ie @theaufanartist @wubbster @knucklesdeepmingi @yeosangsbiceps @hongshines @whatudowhennooneseesyou @fightinganimal

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You awoke in the warm embrace of a man who smelled a bit sweet like vanilla. You smiled as you felt his warm breath hit the crook of your neck, and you let out a yawn while his hair tickled your chin.

His arm held onto you by the waist, holding you tightly against his bare skin. Just as you were in bliss with the feeling of his skin on yours and the sound of birds chirping outside the window, your eyes widened as you put two and two together.

Frozen, you tilt your head slightly, and you come face to face with the beauty of Kang Yeosang. His cheeks were flushed, and his breath smelled sharply like alcohol. Your mouth dropped as his eyes peeked open, and to your surprise he got just as confused as you.

He shuffled away from you, totally forgetting that you were both naked. He covered his eyes when he accidently tore the blanket away from you. “Y/N?” He whispered out, peeking from behind his hands like a child. “Why are you….oh.”

As the realization dawned on both of you, you jumped out of the bed, completely vulnerable to the man you spent the night with. You imagined that his mind was plagued with scenes from the night before just like you were thinking, almost as if it was playing like a movie. You wished you were blackout drunk, but you were well too aware of every single detail, down to every angle of his body. You had to admit, it was nice to think about, especially since you've been subconsciously thinking about him any chance you got.

He stared at you now, eyes wide. He appreciated your body without words or praise, and you now know why you had a weak spot for him. His attention felt like it was forbidden. Kind of like an ache in your heart when you know you can't have something you so desperately need. You craved for more, even after you had every part of him.

It wasn't enough.

“Y/N, I…you are very distracting right now.” He gulped, his brown hair a mess on top of his head. You wanted to fix it, or at least have that excuse to run your hands through it one more time.

You gave up your dignity at this point. All that mattered is that he knew that you wanted more than just one time, even if it was a mistake. “Yeosang.” You hummed, staking a step closer to the bed. Your fingers gripped around the blanket he was holding to his chest. “You remember everything, right?” you whispered, your eyes slanted with mischief as you saw his hesitation.

He stared at you in the eye regardless of his bashfulness, and his lips turned up slightly. “What if I don't?” He asked, but just his reaction to you gripping onto the only thing that covered him up, you knew for a fact he was thinking vividly.

With a slight tug, you pulled the covers back, but not fully. He gasped, but maintained his confidence while you smirked down at him. His eyes were sleepy and his nose was slightly pink, and you leaned over to kiss it. “I’ll make you remember.” you smiled, and then kissed his cheek. You felt him smile then, but he covered it up quickly when he heard a door slam.

“Come here.” He pulled you with strength until you toppled on top of him, and he covered you with the blanket so you were completely hidden. His expression was worrisome, and for good reason. “Be quiet, someone is here.” He hushed you when you made a slight noise, and you weren't gonna lie, that was a bit too attractive for your liking.

He wrapped his arms around you and made himself look like he was just lounging, and you nearly shivered at the feeling of his soft skin against yours. His heart was beating fast and his fingers were wrapped tightly around you, and you couldn't help but think about what else he could do with his hands—

“Yeo, are you up?” Mingi came in then, startling both you and Yeosang. You slid your hands up his torso then, making his breath get caught in his throat. “Have you seen my sister? She’s not answering her phone and she’s not at her apartment.”

“I’m sure she's fine. She’s pretty capable.” Yeosang muttered groggily, holding his breath as you felt up his body. This was entertaining.

You heard Mingi sigh, and you were sure it was obvious that you were under the lumpy covers. “Yeah, but what if she ended up sleeping with some shitty guy?”

Yeosang nearly coughed in shock from Mingi’s words, but he played it off pretty well with a shrug. “I don't know man, but I’m sure she’s fine.”

Mingi didn’t say anything then, but you figured he nodded or something to acknowledge Yeosang. Right before the door shut though, you heard a chuckle. “Oh, and make sure your friend under the covers gets out of the apartment without San noticing, alright hyung?”

Yeosang choked at that, and you got as still as ever. The door shut then, and you emerged from under the sheets to come face to face with a wide-eyed Yeosang.

“Do you have friends under the covers often?” you teased quietly, making sure no one was within the periphery. You watched his eyebrows crease a bit as he looked at you, and he didn't answer.

“What are we now?” He asked, a look of curiosity on his face. You smiled then, and you let yourself tuck the stray hairs behind his ear. You were close. This was the closest you've ever been to him without being drunk, and you didn't want it to end. You also weren't interested in a relationship, and you knew damn well he wasn't either.

“What do you want us to be?” You shrugged, keeping your hands to yourself as he looked from your eyes to your lips.

He shrugged, and his eyes never left your lips. “I don't know, but I know that I want you physically. I know that we can't go back to hating each other.” He hummed, his soft lips looking incredibly kissable.

You gripped his chin then, and his eyes widened again as if you didn't just have sex with him. “Let's just agree then. We can use each other for our sexual attraction.” You smirked. You laughed at his slightly confused expression. “What? You're good in bed, baby.”

“Dammit you're driving me crazy.” He chuckled softly, his expression filled with mischief. “Okay. I’m down with that.” He nodded. You couldn't help but blush at his beautiful smile. You now had the capability to fuck this man whenever your heart desired, and he had the same ability.

You didn't leave his bedroom until you knew for a fact that both Mingi and San were out of sight and out of mind, and you made your merry way back to your apartment with the biggest smirk on your face.

—

After a messy day of classes and a mind only on Yeosang, you made your way to the dining hall to grab a quick meal. But the minute you made a turn towards the building, you caught Mingi running towards you with worry. “Well shit–”

“Y/N, where have you been?” He cried out, gripping your shoulders tightly like the good brother he is. “I was worried when you didn't answer me all day but it looks like you're fine.” He sighed with relief, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his antics.

“Mingi, I’m not a toddler. I can handle myself.” you smiled at him, ruffling his hair up more than it already was. He didn't look like he got the best sleep, so you kept your thoughts to yourself. “Are you getting food too? I’ll eat with you.”

He looked behind you, waving over someone. “I mean, I was meeting Yeosang today , if you don't mind eating with your arch enemy.” He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes.

“He’s not my enemy, he’s…” you felt a presence come up behind you, and you knew who it was just by his scent. “Actually, I hate him with a passion. He's my worst enemy.”

“Who?” He leaned up from behind you, and you jumped quickly, trying to keep your emotions in check with your brother around. “Me?” His voice was like a drug.

Mingi furrowed his eyebrows as he watched your uneasiness. “Oh yeah, you. But you know that already.” He laughed, and they began to walk towards the entrance of the dining hall. “Aren't you coming, y/n?”

You hesitantly glanced towards Yeosang, who was smirking at you unlike his normal glare. You wanted to protest, but you also wanted to get your shit railed at the end of the day.

You followed them in, taking a seat across from both of them after you got your food. You avoided eye contact at all costs. Yeosang however, was staring intently into your soul, which was very unlike him.

Mingi noticed it as he slurped his noodles. “Yo, what’s up with you two?” He frowned, looking back and forth. “You're acting stranger than usual. Did she eat your snacks again?” Mingi rolled his eyes and leaned forward to flick your forehead. “Dumb-ass. You know how he is with his sweets.” He tisked, and you watched how the smirk on Yeo’s face turned into a full blown smile. The sexual tension that radiated from you both was intense, and you wondered how Mingi didn't notice at this point.

You met Yeosang’s strong gaze, and you watched his dark eyes light up with lust. If you could jump his bones right here and now, you would've done it. You swallowed the lump in your throat, and took a sip of your drink. You couldn't help but watch Yeosang’s line of vision drop to your lips as the liquid dripped from your lips. His gaze was even stronger now, and he had no efforts in hiding it.

“I’ll be right back.” You spoke, needing to get out before you did something impulsively.

Mingi nodded but Yeosang sat still, and watched as you made your way to the bathrooms.

After a good few minutes of staring at yourself in the mirror, you splashed some water on your face to wake yourself up from your trance. You took a few breaths, and when you were finally able to bring yourself back to that table, the minute you walked out of the restroom you were grabbed ahold of, pulling you behind the wall away from the rest of the people. “What are you– Yeosang?”

“Shh.” He hummed, pushing you up against the wall. No one was around. It was just you and him, but you didn't know when someone would walk by. “I’m sorry, you just look so hot today so I have to do something.” He hummed in your ear, his hands holding tightly onto your hips. His lips met your ear then, and you hissed in pleasure.

“Not here, someone could see–”

“I don't care.” He smirked, his lips meeting yours now, invading the space you wanted him to cross, even if you said you didn't. Absolutely everything that he does turns you on, and dammit why did you have to be here of all places?

“Can we go somewhere?” He nibbled your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. There was something out the act of doing something like this in public, and there was also something about the tingling in your stomach as you did this with no labels. Friends with benefits? Were you even friends? Is fuck buddies a better way of explaining? Does it need any classification?

You forced the thoughts away, letting him feel up your body in the blind spot of the building. “What about Mingi?” you whispered out, but it was honestly the least of your worries.

Yeosang hummed as a response, pecking your lips quickly before doing it again. “Ah, he’ll figure it out.” He mumbled, a smile on his lips like you got along with him all this time. It is strange how quickly something could change just by a single action. He tugged you by the arm again, pulling you towards the building’s back exit.

You followed him outside in broad daylight while he had his grip around your wrist. He ended up pulling you back to the apartment, which was luckily only five minutes away from the campus.

He fumbled with the key, his hands shaking a bit while you stood with a smirk. He opened the door after a few stuttering moments, and you entered the place he took you to just the night before. Maybe it wasn't the best place, because to your surprise, San was sitting on the couch slurping up instant ramen with a wide-eyed gaze as he noticed you come in together very intimately.

You quickly tried to act like you still “hated” Yeosang, and you pushed away from him. You slapped his shoulder sharply, causing him to drop his jaw in pain. “You can't just do that to me, Yeosang. I know that you hate me, but you can't make me clean your room.” You huffed, putting on your best acting performance in front of San, who was completely shirtless and you didn't get to notice as quick as you would have normally.

Yeosang was confused for a moment too long, but luckily he caught on in perfect timing. “You were the one who decided to eat my snacks. It’s only fair.”

“You did what now?” San nearly choked on his noodles, and your aroused self couldn't help but appreciate his beauty. Yeosang stood next to you as you gawked at a half naked San, a frown on his face. Now, you weren't in a relationship, so he shouldn't be mad at you for finding San attractive, right? It wasn't like you were going to fuck him, you only wanted Yoe’s body for that.

Yeosang rolled his eyes at your trance and gripped onto your arm. “She messed up, so we’ll be in my room.” He said nonchalantly, pulling you towards his room while San sat and stared at the two of you with a knowing smirk.

As you entered his room, he slammed the door behind him. “Now I really want to make you clean my room.” He huffed, tossing his shoes off since you both forgot to take them off as you walked in. He tumbled onto his bed with a thud as you stood in the middle of the room, lost and fully aware that he seemed a bit upset.

“Yeo.” You hummed, tilting your head at the beautiful boy. “Are you jealous?” you asked him with a smile, but when he hid his face with his arm, you walked over to him and grabbed onto it. “Come on baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He expressed as he moved his arm, his beautiful obsidian eyes meeting yours as if it was the first time. To be honest, you weren't sure how many times you've actually met his gaze. He was the type to avoid it at all costs, and now, you really got a good look at him. Every detail, every freckle. The birthmark that covered the side of his eye, and the slight slant of his brow as you looked at him.

“Hey,” you breathed out, letting go of your grip on his arm, leaning forward above him as you really got a good look at him. “I…um. You’re pretty.” you giggled at your choice of words, but they were still strong enough to put a blush on his usually stoic face. “That didn't come off as I intended.”

He looked up at you as your hair dangled around his face, framing it for you and you only. His lips curled up slightly, as if he was trying to keep his smile away. “Thank you?” he said but it was more like a question. You ignored it, and looked towards the door.

“Do you think he would hear us if we fucked right now?” you whispered, raising your eyebrows as he looked at you with wide eyes. “What? We can be quiet, right?”

Yeosang sat up from his resting position, leaning up against his headboard. You couldn't lie, just the way he was sitting turned you on, and you were going to get what you wanted even if San found out about you two. “Can you be quiet? Or will I need to shut you up?”

God. That single question was enough for you to nearly fall to your knees and take him in your mouth. “I may want that.” you groaned, and you watched him stand up from the bed to walk over towards you. As he was within touching distance, he walked past you to turn the lock on his door. You watched his back, ready to give up everything for his body. You've craved him more than anyone or anything in your whole life, as if he crawled underneath your skin and had control of you. In any sense, you would let him break your heart and you would thank him.

He made his way to you now, his cold hands sliding up your body, from your hips to your waist, then to where your bra was. He let out a breath as he pulled your top off along with your bra, and he hissed as you were displayed in front of him like he was in a museum. His hands found their home on the mounds of your breasts, softly gripping at them while he leaned his forehead up against yours. “You..” he kissed your forehead softly. “Are..” He kissed the tip of your nose. “…Gorgeous.” he nearly moaned the word as your hands glided up his back.

It was as if he was worshiping you. Every touch of his was as soft as a feather, and even the way he looked at you felt like he was looking at an angel. It was the opposite look from lust, and you weren't quite sure if it was a good or bad thing. It did make your heart tingle, but it also made you wonder what made this feel different. His gaze was tender and his touch was thought out, and as his hands made their way to your face, he held you strongly as his lips met yours.

He didn't taste like alcohol this time. It was more of a honey taste, as if he had something sweet. You moaned into the kiss as he held you to him, and he maintained the tender touch as he slid off the rest of your clothes.

You took his off as well, and the gaze he gave you as you slid off his shirt made you shiver in uncertainty.

It was different. Maybe it was because you were intoxicated during the first time, but even your intentions felt stronger. He walked you backwards now until the back of your knees hit the side of the bed, and you tumbled onto it with him falling on top of you. He didn't break the kiss, and he didn't make it stronger either. His hands grazed up your sides, feeling every inch with you while you explored his mouth. His lips were soft and his breath was hot, and you couldn't get enough of it.

The sun was shining brightly through the curtains, but it was kind of hot that he was able to see every single part of you, even if you were insecure. You liked the way he looked at you, and you were obsessed with his touch, his taste, his scent. Down to the simple thought of his smile, everything about him took over every corner of your mind, stuck inside and inescapable.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding his lips to yours. You never wanted them to leave, but he slid down your body then, kissing down the side of your neck and down your breasts, paying extra attention to the nipple. He kissed your ribcage and then your stomach and hips until his lips found your heat, you gasped at the tightness in your stomach, and his hair tickled the sensitive part of you,

You gripped his head as his tongue made an appearance, and he grazed all the right spots that had you arching your back into him. His tempo was smooth and steady, not rushed at all. It was like he cared for your preference, and as you peeked down at him, you saw him gazing up at you sharply. That sent your head slamming back onto the pillow in arousal, and he slightly bit onto your lip down there before he made his way up to you again.

Up to this point, he was treating you like fragile glass. But the minute his eyes met yours at this moment, he slammed into you without warning, and you gripped onto him as you weren't ready. You were aroused enough, and you knew damn well he was completely in a trance as he moved in and out of you, making you feel every solid inch of him inside you. Your vision blurred as he made you feel like the world came at a standstill, like time stopped just for the two of you. There was no way of explaining it, but you wanted him to ruin your life. In any way, shape or form, anything that happened, you wanted him to be the reason. The ache in your heart, the tingle in your stomach, the ringing in your ears. You fell so deep, you figured that he should've come with a warning or something.

As you came, he came not long after. Your breaths entangled and your hearts racing, he held your face as if he was in love. Something changed in the air, and you weren't sure what it was. It was something bigger than yourselves, and there was no way of preparing for it. His smile felt like ecstasy and poison at the same time, but yet, is there really much difference?

He gazed down at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world, running a hand down your face and giving you a kiss on the lips. It felt like a relationship, but what kind? You were both sinking into the mess of a rabbithole, and this was only supposed to be sexual attraction. Why are you feeling this way if this wasn't supposed to happen? Once again you pushed your intrusive thoughts into the back of your mind, only focusing on the man in front of you and the ache in your heart that you couldn't decipher.

—

Thinking that this feeling in your mind and body would lose its strength, you spent many nights with Yeosang. Whether it be in his bed or yours, it was beginning to get a bit colder. The tingle in your heart only got worse, and that strong gaze of his felt like it could kill you. You ignored it still, and after a dozen times of sleeping within the sheets with the man you couldn't get enough of, you knew what you were experiencing.

You spent your nights with him. Every night you found yourself searching for him, whether that be physically or mentally. Just the thought of him wasn't enough anymore, and you craved his presence more and more— and not just for sex.

You wanted to know his favorite color, maybe his favorite book if he liked to read. Your thoughts were beginning to change from thinking about his body to thinking about his soul, and after a handful of weeks of this mess of a “relationship”, you had a choice to make.

Were you going to ignore this ache in your chest, or were you going to end this mess for the sake of Yeosang? Were you okay with not knowing his family? Were you okay with only being someone he could sneak around with? Were you okay with the wonder that maybe, just maybe, that he felt the same way?

You weren't just obsessed with his body, you were obsessed with his soul.

their gift (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: third installment in the husbands series; your relationship with them grows, blossoming into something more secure and more permanent. you spend the night loving each other. part one: room for three || part two: and if i stay

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // have even more husbands yunhwa. i can't contain it, every time i see them next to each other i want to write another installment....

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, married!yunhwa, established yunhwa x reader relationship, mmf, praise play, degredation/humilitation, use of a bdsm collar, pet play, rough foreplay, rough sex, oral (m receiving), hard dom hwa and use of sir, hard dom yunho and use of daddy, yunho also subs, fingering, squirting, gratuitous use of puppy, good girl, slut, etc., anal play and anal sex, dildos, thigh riding, some light pain play, spanking/impact play, overall this is just an exceptional fuck-a-thon - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 11.2K

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You have to admit, you’re a little nervous. Riding in an uber back to their apartment - your apartment, you fidget with your fingers nervously and chew the inside of your cheek. It had been a very unexpected, and very detailed Saturday. You run the pad of your thumb unconsciously across the edge of your newly manicured nails and click the lock on your phone again to see if you’ve gotten any more texts from them.

 Seonghwa’s last message hangs unanswered, and you drag up on the chat of your messages, as if that will make something new appear and explain what’s going on. 

When you get home, get cleaned up and put on the gift I’ve laid out for you. Read the note, and wait. 

He’s given you instructions via text before, but after the day you’ve had of pampering and preening, it feels different. The bags at your feet contain neatly wrapped new clothing, each piece folded perfectly between layers of fine cream tissue and wrapped with black ribbon. Seonghwa had provided you with an itinerary, a gift from both of your lovers, all paid for and planned meticulously down to the last moment. 

Life with them over the past few months had taken on new growth. No longer just casual and undefined, you are instead a part of their lives and they are a part of yours. Living in their apartment is new, but even after all this time they are still making good on their promise to take care of you. 

As the black car slides to a stop outside the apartment, your stomach erupts in little butterflies. It had been awhile since you had been properly nervous with them, and you pat your clammy hands dry on your trousers. You head upstairs, steadying your breathing, finding your key buried in the bottom of your purse, and continuously checking your phone. 

You push open the door to the apartment and look around, met only with quiet. “Hwa?” You call into the empty apartment, “Baby, are you here?” 

You’re met with silence. 

“Yunho?” You shut the door behind you, setting your bags by the door and sliding off your shoes. 

Again, the apartment is quiet, but when you listen a little more you can hear something faint in the background, the soft backbeat of music from the back of the apartment. You check your phone again, and still nothing. Moving through the apartment you start to hear the music more defined the farther back you go. With a sigh you push open the door, your mouth dropping open immediately. 

Your shared bedroom is lit with the warm glow of white candles, lining the sill of the large sweeping windows casting a soft yellow glow across the space, and the steady sound of warm summer rain against the window makes you wonder if he even planned that detail. 

Stepping closer to the edge of the large bed, your mouth runs dry. A sizable black box sits perfectly centered on the bed, a note resting on top. To the left of the box is a new robe, a perfectly shimmering cream and like soft silk to the touch. You run your fingers along it, realizing immediately where this night is going and your stomach knots in anticipation. Lifting the note, you read it quickly. 

Darling - 

We’ll be home in thirty minutes. Please put on your new gifts and wait for us, you know how we want you. Do not open the red box. Do not break the rules. 

With love.

It’s unsigned, but you know it’s Seonghwa. His handwriting is distinct, and while Yunho thinks ahead and favors games like this, he’s rarely the one to plan things out with this level of detail. 

You set the note aside and look to the right of the black box to see the red box that Seonghwa referenced in his note. Despite his instructions you see another, smaller note affixed to it and you smile when you read it. 

A gift for our darling, for Yunho’s eyes only. Be patient.

He had never planned something quite like this, you think. 

Checking the time, you know now you have more like twenty minutes, and you need to assess what he’s given you to prepare with, and how complex it might be. You set the red box on the bench at the end of the bed and slide off the lid of the black box. 

Your breath catches in your throat when you part the tissue paper inside and see what is laid inside for you. A blush pink set, simple and mesh but effective and sexy, leaving little to the imagination. A matching garter belt waits as well, a set of sheer cream stockings, and beneath it all a blown glass plug. He wants you pretty tonight, pliant and touch starved, and after the last few weeks of work you’re fairly sure it won’t be an act. 

Heat pools in your belly as you lift the plug, clear glass with pink twisting smoke inside to form a rosette at the base. The pink matches the lingerie perfectly, every detail perfect and soft. 

You move quickly, cleaning up as fast as you can in the bathroom and making sure you look and feel your best for the night ahead. When you’re ready, you relax yourself with a long exhale, and push the lubricated plug past the tight ring of muscle of your ass, and ensure it’s perfectly in place. Within minutes you’re finished dressing and looking yourself over in the large mirror that rests against one wall. As you slip the robe over your shoulders it all starts to fall into place. 

This night isn’t a gift for you necessarily, you are being wrapped and gifted for them, for Yunho. The thought sends a bubble of pleasure through you, and you can feel yourself tense around the plug, the pleasant weight of it already building the anticipation inside you. 

You had discussed a scene like this, but it was so long ago, and you are realizing only now that Seonghwa had kept his husband’s fantasies and filed them away for a night like tonight. You cinch the robe loosely closed, and position yourself in the perfect center of the bed, waiting patiently on your knees, the red box directly in front of you at the foot of the bed. You wait. 

You hear Yunho first, his laugh sharp and happy at the far side of the apartment. You can’t quite make out their words but they sound good, relaxed and pleasant like a Saturday night should be. You double check the way your robe is sitting, how it parts to reveal some of your skin strategically, before resting your hands on your thighs and waiting. 

“Is she home?” You hear Yunho ask, their voices getting closer to the bedroom door. 

“Mhm,” Seonghwa’s warm tone echoes through. 

“I don’t understand why she couldn’t come to dinner,” Yunho says. 

“Don’t you not trust me by now?” Seonghwa sighs and you hear the knob of the door rattle as someone on the other side grips it. 

“Hwa,” Yunho groans. 

“Come on,” Seonghwa says, and the door handle twists. 

When Yunho sees you, his lips part, eyes blowing wide as he takes you in. Seonghwa grins, leaning in and kissing his husband on the cheek before moving into the room, but Yunho barely registers it, his eyes are raking over you. 

“You look beautiful, darling,” Seonghwa crosses the room for you, cupping your cheek and leaning in for a kiss. 

“Hi,” You manage, “is this what you pictured?” 

“Let’s ask Yunho, shall we?” Seonghwa sits next to you, legs crossed and hanging over the edge of the bed, but he reclines towards you, your shoulders nestled together, “My love?” 

Yunho’s eyes flick to him. 

“How does our beautiful girl look to you?” Seonghwa’s fingertips run up and down your thigh. 

“Perfect,” Yunho seems to recover slightly now that the shock has worn off, and he steps into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. 

Seonghwa turns to you and kisses your cheek again, “Was the day nice?” 

“It was almost too nice, Hwa,” You rest your hand on his and give it a squeeze, “you pamper me too much,” 

“Hardly,” He shakes his head. 

“What’s this?” Yunho’s eyes find the red box, his long fingers brushing delicately over the note. 

“A present for you both,” Seonghwa explains. 

“What’s the occasion?” Yunho smiles. 

“Hmm,” Seonghwa sits up, sliding off his suit jacket and moving towards Yunho at the foot of the bed, “Honestly? You’ve both been working so hard. Long hours, sleepless nights, and I haven’t heard a complaint out of either of you.” 

Yunho’s smile softens, his eyes shining, and you feel warmth bloom in your chest. Yunho reaches for him and brushes his hand along Seonghwa’s jaw, “I know that look,” he murmurs, “you have something planned.” 

Seonghwa shrugs, “Open your present,” 

Yunho straightens up and lifts the box, reading the note again and looking at you. 

“If it’s not the right time,” Seonghwa says, calm and even, “we’ll save it for another night.” 

A flood of heat rushes through you, blush surely darkening your cheeks, and you know exactly what is going to be nestled in the box. These threads of Yunho’s fantasies are knitting together before your eyes, and while Yunho looks pleasantly bemused, you know that when he sees what’s inside he’s going to fall apart. 

Seonghwa meets your eyes, a pointed look communicating something silently, and you nod, assuring. You’ve grown accustomed to silently communicating with them, especially where the bedroom is concerned, and while Yunho doesn’t pick up on it, you see Seonghwa’s shoulders relax. 

Yunho lifts the lid, and his breath catches, “Oh,”

“Do you like it?” He checks. 

Yunho brushes his fingers along the item in the box that you can’t quite see yet, and smiles, “I love you,” 

Seonghwa sighs, relieved, and moves into Yunho’s space to kiss him softly. Your body buzzes with anticipation now that you know what’s about to happen. Seonghwa leans back and smiles at you, undoing his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves, moving behind you on the bed so he can kneel behind you. 

“Hello,” He murmurs as he shuffles closer, his legs wide so he can effectively fold around you, his chest warm against your back, “are you ready for us, love?” 

He can feel your heart racing, you’re sure of it, but you keep calm and nod, “Anything you want tonight, I’m yours,” 

Yunho hums pleasantly, and Seonghwa presses a sweet kiss to your temple. 

Seonghwa’s arms wrap around you, his hands settling over the looped tie of your robe, “Should I show you your present, baby?” 

Yunho swallows hard, his throat jumping and he nods. The room feels stifling hot and chilled all at once as Seonghwa slowly pulls the knot open, sliding it off your shoulders torturously slow and parting it open to reveal your body to Yunho. Seonghwa rests a warm palm over your belly and you can practically feel him smiling, “Look at how beautiful she is for us tonight,” 

Yunho closes the box, setting it aside and climbing onto the bed, kneeling in front of you both, looking between you, and you can see the moment he starts to shift into his firmer persona. His fingers coast over your skin, dipping over the swell of your breasts, dragging up and down your chest, his thumb dragging up the front of your throat and down again, resting at the hollow. 

“Baby,” Yunho murmurs, meeting your eyes and tightening his hand just slightly, “will you be good for me tonight?” 

Your hips shift unconsciously and Seonghwa chuckles behind you, his fingers stroking your stomach. You nod, “So good,” 

“Mm,” Yunho sighs, “do you want to see what’s in the box?” 

“Please,” your voice is needier than you want it to be so early in the night, but caged between them you can already feel yourself trembling. 

Yunho straightens up and reaches for Seonghwa over your shoulder, tugging him forward and catching his mouth in a hungry kiss. You jut forwards, pressing yourself against Yunho’s chest, your cheek on his crisp white shirt. Seonghwa moans softly into his husband’s mouth and Yunho laughs lightly against him. When Yunho’s hand closes over Seonghwa’s and starts to slide it down your belly you gasp, gripping onto his bicep to steady yourself. 

“I can’t believe you did this,” Yunho groans, still devouring Seonghwa’s lips. He moves his husband’s hand down your body, slipping under the hem of your panties without a second thought and you feel their combined fingers parting your folds. 

You can’t see them with how you’re sandwiched between them but you hear the moment their lips break apart and Yunho shifts, “You’re so wet already, my love,” 

“Oh,” You breath, your fingers tightening on him 

Yunho moves Seonghwa’s hand further, guiding two of his fingers up inside you before Yunho returns his own fingers to your swelling clit and starts to rock. The pleasure is immediate, sharp and hot and you press your eyes closed, moaning against them. 

Seonghwa’s fingers start to pump, slow and firm and you scramble against Yunho’s chest. 

“I think she likes being your pretty present,” Seonghwa’s voice is deeper now, and he kisses your shoulder. 

“Mm,” Yunho grips your hip with his free hand and rocks them forwards to reposition you as he teases you, “my perfect gift,” 

“Please,” You whine, jerking your hips again. 

Yunho slides his hand again, closing once again over Seonghwa’s, and he pulls both of their hands away from your aching heat and out of your panties. They love to tease, love to see how far they can push you before you fall apart, and then how many times you can come before it breaks you. Yunho leans back and direct’s Seonghwa’s fingers up to your lips. Holding his gaze you accept them against your tongue, closing your lips around them and sucking off the wetness of your arousal. You can feel Seonghwa’s erection pressing against the small of your back, growing harder with every sharp suck and he groans, his free hand cupping your cunt and holding you there, the heat from his hand making your head spin. 

Yunho pulls Seonghwa’s hand free and presses his own fingers to your lips, his mouth parted and he nods as you run your tongue along his digits. The weight of them on your tongue is pleasant and delicious and you rock your hips against the firm press of Seonghwa’s hand. 

“Calm down,” Yunho shakes his head, “you’ll come soon enough,” 

You shudder, his fingers sliding out of your mouth and he smiles before backing away properly to give you some air. Seonghwa’s hand releases you, and he simply holds your trembling body in his arms as Yunho reaches for the box. 

“Should I open it for you?” Yunho asks, his hand ready at the front of the box to lift it open. 

You nod, your stomach knotting up at the anticipation. 

Yunho shares a look with Seonghwa over your shoulder, and you watch him soften as he lifts it open. The gift nestled in the velvet interior of the box is just as you pictured, a perfect simple gold chain, with a square clasp at the back. Hanging from the center is a round pendant, a gold circle with a knot at the top to secure it to the chain. Pressed into the velvet next to the necklace is a small screw and delicate turn key, and your eyes prick with tears. You know the necklace is sexual, a collar meant to mark you as their submissive lover, but the permanent lock and the weight of what this means in your hands has you melting between them. 

“It’s so beautiful,” You breathe, glancing up to Yunho. 

He cups your cheek, bringing your eyes back up, “Are you ready for this?” 

“Yes,” You nod, leaning into Seonghwa’s arms, “please, put it on me,” 

“I told you,” Seonghwa murmurs. 

Yunho smiles, warmth radiating from him, and he sets the box to the side, deftly removing the necklace and shifting on the bed to come behind you alongside Seonghwa who gathers your hair into his hand and lifts it away from your neck. 

The necklace loops around you, the pendant perfectly hanging at the base of your throat, and you shiver at the feeling of the cool metal, the weight of it grounding you. Yunho brings the clasp together and you watch as he takes the screw and the locking mechanism from the velvet box. 

“Hold this,” Yunho murmurs and you feel Seonghwa’s fingers against your neck too. 

Their fingers working together, they secure the necklace with a click. They pause, Yunho’s fingertips brushing along the permanent lock for just a moment before your hair is released and both of your lovers gather you back into their arms. 

“Do you know what this means?” Yunho nuzzles against your head, kissing along your jaw and working his way towards your throat. 

You gasp, the way they tug you further against them making you lose your position on the bed and you unfurl your legs, steading yourself with a hand on Seonghwa’s thigh. Seonghwa cups your breast, flicking your hardened nipple and massaging the plush curve of your breast. Things are about to get heated fast, and you blink hard, “It means I’m yours, I belong to you.” 

“Mm,” Yunho sucks softly on your throat just above the necklace, the collar, “it means we belong to each other.” 

“Yun,” You gasp, falling back against his shoulder. 

“We’re going to take you apart tonight,” Yunho nips with his teeth, “every inch of you until you can’t remember your own name,” 

You moan, sharp pleasure striking through you. 

“You’ll take everything,” He presses down hard on the soft part of your stomach just above your pubic bone, “and you’ll say please and thank you,” 

“Yes, yes,” You’re already writhing in their arms. 

“y/n,” Seonghwa bites at your ear, sucking softly on the lobe before he murmurs low, “will you be a good pet for us?” 

Your muscles clench around nothing and you nod, panting, “Yes, yes, please,” 

“Yes, what?” Seonghwa’s thumb and forefinger tighten, pinching your nipple firmly and you gasp sharply. 

You weren’t sure when you walked into the night exactly who you’d be with - the way they shift fluidly between dominant with you, submissive with each other, and sometimes just devouring you with passion, with love and need like you’ve never known before. But here and now, with the collar locked around your throat, you know who you’re caught between. 

He pinches again when you don’t answer right away, not enough to draw real pain but just enough to shock your brain and you babble out the right response, “Yes, sir,” 

“There you go,” Seonghwa hums, “I knew you could do it.” 

Yunho’s fingers toy with the straps of your elastic pink garter, lifting part of it over your thigh and letting it snap back down against your skin with a sharp sound, “What a needy puppy,” 

Yunho sucks sharply on your throat again, snapping the harness a little harder this time and you moan, your hips rolling to try and find some friction but finding none, “Yunho!” 

He snaps the harness harder, “Not right now, sweetheart,” 

“Daddy,” You choke out, caught between the way their hands are exploring your body, “I’m sorry, Daddy,” 

He sighs hot and warm against your skin, pleasantly melting against you at the words on your lips. You had gotten used to using ‘sir’ with Seonghwa, especially with the way he usually commanded the harder scenes, favoring a punishment of sharp spanks while Yunho soothed you, but calling Yunho anything is new. You had moaned it out in the middle of an orgasm the first time, the word slipping out of you with Yunho’s cock buried deep to the hilt inside you, and his reaction had solidified it as not just a playful want, but a need. 

“God,” Seonghwa groans, “say that again,” 

“Daddy,” You repeat, your voice breathy when Seonghwa presses down on your clit through the mesh of your underwear. 

“I love when you call him that,” Seonghwa confesses, pulling Yunho’s mouth up to his and kissing his husband soundly. When they shift, you feel Yunho’s hard cock through his black trousers and you brush your fingers along it, pressing along the shaft with the pads of your fingers. 

Yunho breaks the kiss and curses, pushing your hand away and pulling himself off the bed to stand. 

For a beat, you wonder where things will go but then you watch Yunho recover and he sweeps his hands through his hair to smooth it away from his face. He crosses to the middle of the room, standing on the hardwood floor a few feet from you and he starts to loosen his tie. 

“Come,” He says, firm and even. 

Seonghwa pushes you forwards to help you out of your reclined position and you stand on shaky legs, moving towards him. 

“Down,” He glances quickly at the floor and lifts his loosened tie over his head. 

As you kneel, you hear Seonghwa move off the bed as well, the rustle of the bed sheets and the creak of the bench at the end of the bed as he sits behind you. Yunho licks his lips, glancing between you and Seonghwa before he takes a step forward and crouches in front of you. 

He strokes your hair, petting you softly until his thumb strokes across your lips, parting them and hooking over your bottom teeth to drag your mouth open. He takes the loop of his tie and presses it between your teeth and when you bite down on the fabric, he smiles before standing, his hand coasting down the length of the tie until he’s holding the end of it. 

Your body feels electric, every rush of air across your skin sparking goose bumps, and you can barely breathe. The loop of his tie obstructs your mouth a little, soaking through with your saliva as you breathe around it, and he smiles as you adjust to the feeling of it between your lips. 

“Such a pretty puppy,” He sighs. 

You whine softly around the fabric, feeling the bubbling knot of heat in your core. 

He wraps the tie around his hand, closing it into his fist and he tugs it experimentally, just enough for you to feel the pull and shift forwards to accommodate the newly taut lead. 

“Hwa,” Yunho looks up at him, “undress her,” 

“You sure?” Seonghwa asks, but you hear him stand behind you. 

“Positive,” Yunho looks over your body, “I want her in just the collar.” 

“Fuck,” Seonghwa breathes. 

You steady your breathing around the fabric, staying even through your nose, your eyes locked on Yunho’s as Seonghwa’s fingers travel over your body. He unclasps your bra and the garter belt, sliding them away from your body and tossing them to the side. He draws you up high on your knees and he pulls down your panties, but Yunho makes a noise and Seonghwa pauses. 

“Just pull them down, don’t… leave them,” He gestures and Seonghwa understands easily, tugging your panties down so that they’re caught tight and stretched between your thighs, but leaving you fully exposed otherwise. 

Yunho takes a step away from you, his arm stretching out to account for the lead, but then he tugs down sharper than before and you collapse forwards onto all fours, locking down your jaw around the fabric to brace for another tug. 

“What’s this?” Yunho smiles, leaning over you, “What a filthy little thing, you are,” 

Seonghwa presses on the plug, shifting it deeper and sparking heat through you, a pleasurable spike from your core to your nipples. When you whine again, it’s Seonghwa who chuckles at you. 

“We pampered you all day,” He scolds you, his hand kneading one of your cheeks, “like a princess, and you still can’t help but act like a little slut,” 

You moan sharply, your hips jerking. 

Seonghwa presses again on the plug and his hand cracks down across your backside in a sharp spank that leaves you shrieking out a startled moan, the tingling vibrations echoing up your spine. Seonghwa makes a disappointed sound with his tongue on his teeth, “Is that what you are, baby? A fucking slut?” 

You nod, your head hanging between your arms and your eyes unfocused, fixed on the way your underwear is stretched and cutting into your plush thighs. 

“Answer me,” Seonghwa smacks again, and you feel the lead tug upwards to raise your head. 

“Yes sir,” You mumble around the cloth, and though the words are swallowed up they know you’re answering just like they want. 

“You want us to fuck you like a slut, puppy?” Seonghwa doesn’t wait for a reply before his palm cracks down again. 

“Please,” you whine, “sir, please,” 

“How wet is she?” Yunho asks, and you look up the length of the tie to see his hand, firmly gripping the lead still, the veins in his hand jumping as he flexes. 

Your eyes snap shut when Seonghwa sinks two fingers inside you, working them deep for a moment and stroking along your g-spot before pulling them free. “Look at that,” Seonghwa muses, “I’ve never seen her this soaked,” 

You’re trembling more now, barely able to contain the little mewling sounds you’re making and you know things are about to heat up with Yunho sighs above you, a groan on his lips. Yunho draws your head upwards to meet his eyes with the tie between your teeth and looks down at you, a soft look on his face. He strokes your hair with his free hand, “Does my sweet puppy need to come?” 

Your eyes flutter shut and you nod tightly, “Please, Daddy,” 

The hand stroking your hair shifts, moving to cup the back of your head and Yunho’s expression settles before he yanks on the lead, the combination of the pull with the tie and the push with his broad hand in your hair leaves you collapsing unceremoniously on the floor over his smooth black leather shoe. 

“Down,” He urges you again, pressing at the back of your head. 

You’re shaking, but you ease down your front half, and Yunho’s hand in your hair directs your cheek against his shoe. He presses more of the tie into your mouth with his free hand, stuffing it tight and stroking your cheek once before he says, “If you move, I’ll make you wait all night.” 

Your body clenches, and his hand positions perfectly to hold your head down against him. It should be humiliating, it’s certainly the furthest down the path of degradation play you’ve ever been, but something’s unlocking inside you with every push forward. It feels out of body the way you respond to his words, but you nuzzle your cheek against the stiff, warm leather of Yunho’s shoe and arch your back, your ass held high and body open and ready for them. 

“Good fucking girl,” Yunho groans. 

You feel Seonghwa’s hand lift away from your ass, and you know what’s coming, but the sharp sting of the spank still jerks you and you whine again, pressing your cheek further down to avoid lifting away with a moan. The fabric filling your mouth is hot and wet now, abrasive and difficult to breathe around but you focus your breath through your nose just like you would when taking them down your throat. 

“Let’s go,” Seonghwa says firmly, “how fast do you think we can make her come?” 

Yunho pets you again, before tightening his hand in your hair, “Let’s see,” 

Yunho drops to one knee beside you, and the position would probably feel awkward if not for Yunho’s tall lanky legs which allows you the space to stay pressed against his foot while he kneels on the other leg and reaches back around you. 

Yunho’s fingers find your slick folds, sinking down hard onto your clit and rocking his hand fast and firm. You moan hard around the tie, the feeling of finally being touched building heat so fast inside you that you’re dizzy. Seonghwa spanks you fast and firm once more and you cry out, desperate to move but locking yourself in place, one of your hands coming down hard onto the wood floor to steady you. 

“Listen to her whine,” Seonghwa’s hard, dominant voice sends a shock through you as he spanks you harder, “slutty puppy, begging for something inside her,” 

Your eyes roll back, the feeling of an orgasm building across your whole body. They have you pinned perfectly between them, and instead of giving you a moment to catch your breath, edging you up like they normally would, they only seem to bare down harder. Yunho’s hand presses firm, moving so fast against you now that you’re barely able to comprehend it, only feeling the deep pressure building. 

“So needy,” Seonghwa spits, clapping your ass with his hand again before thrusting three fingers deep inside you, thrusting them deeply a few times and then returning to delivering punishing spanks to either cheek. 

The noise you make sounds tight, feral, and disconnected, and your ears feel like they’re ringing as your body starts to shake. Yunho’s murmuring to you, but you can’t quite hear it, all you’re able to understand is the overwhelming sensation. Pressure drops inside you, a tickling sharpness that concentrates under Yunho’s hand, and it’s like nothing you’ve felt before. You’re close to scrambling out of their hold, the heady feeling too much all at once, but when Seonghwa’s palm cracks down once more, your body does break apart under them. 

The pressure releases hot and fast, fluid spilling from you and pouring down your thighs as your body breaks into desperate shakes. 

“Fuck,” Seonghwa’s hands shift to hold your hips, a little more gentle than a moment ago. 

“Fuck, baby,” Yunho works his hand quick, coaxing more out of you until you jerk away from his hand and your head lolls to the side off his shoe, the scene forgotten in the haze. 

“Get her up,” Yunho says, and you don’t know exactly why he sounds the way he does or who’s hands are who’s, but a moment later you’re being dragged back from the floor and into Seonghwa’s arms. 

“Here we go,” Seonghwa hooks his arms under each of your knees and opens you up wide. “Quick,” he beckons to Yunho. 

Yunho pushes up his sleeve higher to hook over his elbow, and crouches by your side, three of his fingers sinking inside you, searching for a moment before he finds your spongy g-spot and crooking his fingers just right. He pumps his hand in little short bursts, concentrating his movements over the core of your pleasure inside you, and you writhe against Seonghwa, pushing your hips into Yunho’s hand to chase the pleasure.

“Come for Daddy, baby,” Seonghwa commands, widening your legs, “you can do it,” 

“Again,” Yunho drags his fingers inside you just right and the feeling from a moment ago returns, fast and hard inside you. 

With a harsh cry you bite down on the tie, shaking desperately, and this time you watch as clear fluid erupts from your core, beckoned out of you with Yunho’s fingers. As you start to squirt he drags his hand out, returning to rub your clit fast and hard, and it’s messy but it’s everything, and your vision whites as you let yourself fall inside the pleasure. 

A moment later, Seonghwa releases your legs and you feel their hands easing you to the floor, your body still shuddering as you collapse into the warm wetness below you and into Seonghwa’s chest. You don’t realize how hard you’ve come until you feel the tie being pulled from your mouth and Seonghwa’s hand taps your cheek, “Baby? Love, wake up,” 

You suck in a sharp breath now that your mouth is unobstructed and blink your eyes open, Seonghwa craning around to get a good look at you as you rest against his shoulder. He cups your cheek, “Hey, my love, look at me,” 

You blink hard, focusing on him until your vision rights itself and you are able to form any kind of coherent thoughts. “Hey,” You sigh, wetting your lips with your tongue. 

“Fuck,” Seonghwa smiles and drops his forehead against yours, “alright, there you are,” 

“Did I go somewhere?” You hear the question leave you but as you start to come back to yourself you realize what must have happened is that for a brief moment you lost consciousness. 

“Come here,” Yunho collapses next to you both, looking relieved, and pulls you into him, kissing you tenderly. 

“Just scared us for a second,” Seonghwa says as you break away from Yunho’s mouth and rest between them, your thighs still trembling. 

“I’ve never,” You shake your head, “that was intense,” 

“Never?” Yunho asks, running his hand through your hair, “Even before us?” 

“No,” You sigh, “I didn’t think I could,” 

“How was it?” Seonghwa strokes your bare skin, tender and curious. 

“Amazing,” You sigh, feeling boneless, “I just wasn’t ready for it, I didn’t know,” 

“It’s alright,” Seonghwa soothes. 

“I’m sorry about the mess,” You manage. 

“Oh no,” Yunho rests a hand on your chest, stroking softly, “that was… it was very sexy,” 

“Mess can be good,” Seonghwa kisses your temple, “especially if it makes you feel like that,” 

“Mm,” Yunho sighs, “I want to see if we can make you do it again,” 

“God,” You laugh, “give me a little bit,” 

“Mhm,” He kisses you, “we’ve got all night,” 

Seonghwa eases up off the floor, making sure Yunho has a good hold on you, before heading towards the master bathroom. You watch as he strips off his damp clothes, tossing them in the laundry and rummaging around in the linen close for a few towels. You blush feeling a little cold and exposed now that you’re no longer in the hazy glow of your orgasm. 

“Oh no,” Seonghwa sees your expression and shakes his head, “don’t be embarrassed, I know that face.” 

“Hwa,” You sigh, moving to push off the floor but your legs are still not working yet. 

“No,” He interrupts you with a hand on your knee, “Yunho’s right, it was beyond sexy. I want to see if I can make you come on my cock like that,” 

“Seonghwa!” You clap a hand across your lips. 

“I’m sure Yun agrees,” Seonghwa smirks. 

Yunho brings you against him a little better, reaching around and gently slipping his fingers over your swollen clit. You jump against him, feeling sharp and exposed, but he shushes you. He doesn’t move his fingers much, just feels the way your clit is uniquely swollen and hard and he nods, “I do, and I don’t know about you Hwa, but I want to taste her more now,” 

Seonghwa nods, crouching by your side to towel you off, Yunho’s fingers slipping away from you. As Seonghwa cleans up a bit, Yunho takes the opportunity to stand, stripping off his own clothes, his white dress shirt visibly wet at the front and you watch him smile, self satisfied at the sight. 

You sigh, letting them take care of you since you’re feeling pretty boneless, and Seonghwa lifts you smoothly into his arms. He cradles you against his bare chest before he sets you down on the bed, spreading you out over a series of towels that are now laid out over the bed. 

“Oh,”

“When you’re ready,” Seonghwa kisses you, “we’ll keep going,” 

“Can I have a glass of water?” You ask, tugging one of the lightweight blankets over you. 

“Of course,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “I should have done that earlier,” 

He jogs off before you can tell him he’s being fussy. Yunho stretches long, and you bite your lip as you watch the way his muscles shift, the way his cock shifts up and stands at attention. He crawls across the bed, moving towards you and eases down next to you, one hand snaking inside the covers so he can cup your breast. 

“Hey,” He murmurs, “you’re doing okay, right?” 

Yunho has a habit of checking in like this - where Seonghwa trusts you to stop him or say when you’re not into something, Yunho second guesses. In the moment he can be confident and calm, but he still gets nervous that they’re pushing too hard, even now. 

“I’m perfect,” You assure him. 

He touches the necklace gently, fingers tracing the O-ring and he swallows nervously, “And this?” 

“I’m perfect,” You repeat, closing your hand over his, “and I love you,” 

“I love you too,” He softens, gathering you close and bringing your lips to his, “so much, sweetheart,” 

You draw his hand away from the collar, intertwining your fingers and letting your lips part, tongues flicking against each other. Heat rushes to your core again with a dull, sore throb and your thighs squeeze together. 

“Yeah?” He murmurs against your mouth, breaking your hands so he can reach under the blanket again and cup your hip. 

The feeling inside you that’s knotting up is something insatiable, and you pant and nod against his warm skin. 

“You need something?” He strokes your back, working your mouth. 

If he touches you with his hands again you might burst, but you need to feel something and fast. You shift, rolling towards him and yanking the blanket over him too. He leans back, reclined against the pillows and you ease yourself over him, straddling one of his thighs and laying down fully on his chest. 

“Is that better?” He asks, shifting his leg a little, increasing the pressure up on your core. 

“Much,” You sigh, rocking your hips slowly and sighing against his chest. 

“You’re hungry today,” He strokes your back again before resting both of his hands on your hips over the blanket. 

“Mhm,” You nuzzle into him, slowly grinding yourself against his thigh, “I just can’t stop,” 

“Good,” He drags you with his hands, matching your pace but just adding a little pressure, “you know you can use me anytime,” 

You shudder out a sigh, “I thought you wanted me begging and calling you Daddy,” 

“I already had that,” He shrugs, “I just want to be with you,” 

You hear the door swing open but you let your eyes slip closed, rolling your body against Yunho still. You hear the sound of a glass being put down next to you, and Seonghwa’s warm hand lands in the center of your back softly as he leans over you and kisses Yunho. 

“Already?” Seonghwa murmurs. 

“I think she just needed to feel something,” Yunho replies softly, squeezing your hip. 

You hum pleasantly, the warm comfort of pleasure enveloping you, “I don’t know what you’re doing to me today,” you stretch, leaning up on Yunho’s chest to perch on your forearms. 

“Don’t stop,” Seonghwa sits next to you on the small section of bed between Yunho and the edge, “if you need to come, come,” 

“This is getting greedy,” You smile, your hips starting to move again, “I need to touch you both,” 

“You will,” Yunho shushes you, shaking his head and dragging your wet core along his hot thigh. 

“Tell us how you want us,” Seonghwa asks softly, reaching under you to trace his fingertips softly over your hard nipples. 

You jerk softly and widen your legs to drop lower on Yunho’s leg, “I thought I was the gift for Yunho? Shouldn’t he tell us what he wants?” 

“Mm,” Seonghwa kisses your shoulder, “that is a good point,” 

“Me?” Yunho smiles, “I don’t know,” 

“Yes you do,” Seonghwa drags a thumb over your nipple again, “let’s see.” 

“You can have my mouth,” You offer, “or you could fuck me,” 

Yunho nods, “What else?” 

“You could watch Hwa fuck me,” your hand that is braced on his chest drags down his stomach, coasting along his pubic bone and the base of his cock, “or you could fuck me together?”

“What if,” Yunho sighs, body tense under you as you keep fucking yourself on his thigh, “maybe I do know what I want,” 

Seonghwa reaches around you, and you feel his hand join yours to wrap around Yunho’s prone cock. Yunho’s head drops back and he groans, his fingers tightening on you. Seonghwa leans against you, “Tell us, yeobo,” 

Yunho reaches for you, dragging you down to his mouth again, “I want you to come again, right here,” he flexes his thigh under you, “and then I want to watch Hwa make you squirt again,” 

“Fuck,” You curse against his lips. 

“And then,” He groans as Seonghwa’s hand drags up and over the soft head of his cock, “I want you on top,” 

“Oh,” You shudder, “I’m close,” You drop your head against Yunho’s chest, working yourself against him feverishly now. 

“That’s right,” Seonghwa’s hands land on you, one on your thigh and the other stroking your back, “there you go,” 

“I’m,” You moan, and Yunho wraps his arms around you, gathering you close to his chest. 

“Come for us, baby,” Yunho murmurs low, “I know you need it,” 

Your body curls, hips jerking as you rut yourself against him, but when you come again you’re barely able to keep yourself up. You fall apart with a gasping moan, and it takes about a minute of sighing aftershocks and their hands massaging your skin with soothing circles for you to slip into sleep against Yunho’s chest. 

You’re not sure how long you’ve fallen asleep for, but when you wake it’s to the feeling of the mattress shifting and the sound of hushed moaning. Your core throbs again, and as your thighs shift, you can feel how slick your arousal still is between your thighs. You’re sore, but you’re also incredibly empty, and as you ease your eyes open you know immediately that you won’t be sated until one of them is deep inside you. 

They’re wrapped together on the other end of the king bed, Yunho on top, and their mouths are locked in sync. You watch as they rock their hips, not yet fully fucking but you can see their cocks are slick with lubricant and glistening as they grind on each other. Yunho dips his head, capturing Seonghwa’s nipple in his mouth and flicking his tongue over it, earning a tight moan from Seonghwa. They clearly think you’re still asleep, desperately trying to stay quiet and not rock the bed too much, and you wonder how long they’ve been at this teasing game with each other. 

You find your clit under the blanket and start to rock, watching them as they pleasure each other, but it doesn’t feel right. With extremely quiet movements, you reach an arm out to the bedside table and slide open the drawer. You wait to see if they notice, but they don’t. Yunho has Seonghwa’s head turned to the side away from you, and he’s whispering something you can’t make out in his ear as he thrusts his hips for some friction. 

Your eyes don’t leave them, but you search the drawer, a feeling of relief washing over you when you find what you’re looking for. Quietly you move the dildo from the drawer to under the blanket, not bothering to try and find lube with how wet you are. You watch them still, opening your legs wide, and pushing the dildo inside. It’s not quite as large as Yunho, but it’s sizable and you feel stretched immediately, the head of the phallus shape dragging along your soft spots perfectly. 

Seonghwa twists under his husband and catches Yunho’s ear between his teeth, and when you hear his words you nearly cry out on the spot. “Just say you miss her pussy,” 

“Fuck,” Yunho pants, and you start to work the dildo in and out of your tight channel. 

“You do, don’t you,” Seonghwa teases him, and they roll, ending with Seonghwa on top, nestled between Yunho’s open legs and their cocks rubbing slickly against each other. 

“Hwa,” Yunho groans, “I swear to God,” 

“You swear?” Seonghwa teases. 

“Shh,” Yunho groans, “you’ll wake her,” 

“You’re the one making all the noise,” Seonghwa says. 

You’re shocked they haven’t noticed you yet, especially with the way you’re fucking yourself in earnest now, the blanket covering you slipping down to your hips. 

“Who’s needy now?” Seonghwa bites down on Yunho’s chest as he kisses his way across it, “look at you,” 

Yunho makes a tight whine as Seonghwa pumps his fist over Yunho’s red and weeping cock, and the sound has you gasping, pleasure fluttering up your body as you watch them together. 

“Baby?” Seonghwa turns towards you, his eyes darkening when he sees you - exposed down to your waist and the blanket bobbing where your hand works the silicone cock in and out of your tight wetness. 

Yunho’s head falls to the side, “y/n?” 

“Hi,” You pant, a little breathless, letting your hand slow to a stop with the dildo pushed deep inside, “you didn’t have to let me sleep,” 

Seonghwa rocks away from Yunho to sit back on his heels and watch you, “We tried to wake you,” 

“You were dead to the world,” Yunho smiles. 

“I’m sorry,” You blush a little, “I didn’t mean to leave you by yourselves,” 

Seonghwa smirks, “I think we’ve been occupying ourselves just fine,” 

“I can see that,” Your eyes flick between them. 

“I was kind of proud,” Yunho grins, cheeky with his tongue against his teeth, “we fucked you to sleep,” 

“Shut up,” You laugh, hiding your face in your free hand. 

“Mm,” Yunho shakes his head, “no,” 

Seonghwa runs his hand down Yunho’s thigh and cocks his head to the side as he regards you, “How long have you been up?” 

“A few minutes,” You admit, “how long was I asleep?” 

“Um,” Yunho leans to the side to see the clock, “thirty, maybe forty minutes?” 

“Well,” You sigh, your muscles clenching around the silicone cock, “don’t let me interrupt.” 

Yunho glances up to his husband, coming up off his back to his forearms, and it seems like he might try and take back control until Seonghwa lays a palm flat on his chest and pushes him down again, shaking his head. 

“Hwa,” Yunho glances at you. 

“We’ll take care of her too,” Seonghwa assures, “but she’s right, we were in the middle of something,” 

Yunho blushes, his ears running red. It’s not often that you see him on his back, a breath away from begging, but suddenly the man who had your face pressed against his shoe looks ruined, flattened by his own desire and arousal, and his utter need for the man above him. You’ve watched them before, but it’s rare to see Yunho quite so nervous looking. 

“My love,” Seonghwa murmurs, his hands running up the back of Yunho’s thighs to tip him open with his hips angled up high, “I think our girl would like to watch. What should we show her?” 

Yunho’s mouth opens, but no sound comes out and you watch him swallow hard. Your hand moves on its own, gripping the base of the dildo to bob it in and out of you steadily. 

“Fine,” Seonghwa turns his head to you, still holding Yunho in place, “How would you like us, love?” 

Sometimes his words mean what position, but not this time. This time he’s asking who you want. The night has bled from their dominant aggressive personas to the tenderness of your lovers without any mask, and back to whatever this moment is, a razor wire that will determine the rest of the evening. How you want to come, how you want to be fucked, how you want to be talked to, will all unfold here with whatever you choose. 

A flash of your night earlier flickers through you - they way they had you controlled, begging, desperate and soaking, and you bite your lip. With a few moves, you kick the blanket off yourself, spreading your legs wider and making sure they’re both watching when you start to fuck yourself again. Yunho makes a soft noise, and Seonghwa grins. 

“Please, sir?” You murmur, moaning, admittedly a little theatrically, but you get the desired response. Yunho’s cock twitches and Seonghwa’s eyes flutter shut for just a moment while he thinks about his next move. 

“That’s it then,” He sighs. 

“Hwa,” Yunho looks between you both. 

“No,” Seonghwa shifts forwards, pressing his wet cock to Yunho’s entrance, “if our girl wants this, she’s going to get it.” 

“Oh, fuck,” You breathe, stunned by the expressions on their faces. 

“Baby,” Yunho groans as Seonghwa begins to shift his hips forwards. 

“Let me take care of you,” Seonghwa soothes him. 

“I,” Yunho’s eyes squeeze shut as he revels in the sensation of his husband’s cock filling him so deliciously, “I love you,” he manages. 

Seonghwa strokes his cheek once, dragging his thumb over Yunho’s full bottom lip and smiles, “I know, I know you do.” 

The sound of the room changes as Seonghwa rocks forwards and starts to pump his hips, sharp snaps down to drive his cock deep inside Yunho, and you start to match the pace of Seonghwa’s thrusts with your hand to feel full in just the same way that Yunho feels. 

“Hwa,” Yunho moans, his hands locking onto his hips to support his weight, “God,” 

Seonghwa stays focused, never slowing, but he turns his head to you. “Puppy?” 

You don’t expect the pet name, it’s not something that you play with regularly, but it is a perfect way to address you while he’s commanding the both of you. Baby, darling, love, all of these are endearments he says to both of you, each one like a secret soft kiss, but puppy is new. It runs the deepest strike of pleasure through you, and you press the cock deep, relishing in the feeling of it filling you to the brim. 

“Yes, sir?” You pant. 

“Come here,” He snaps his hips down and locks his pelvis with Yunho’s. 

You shift up, sliding the dildo out of you and shifting onto all fours, crawling across the expanse of the bed until you’re closer, “Sir?” 

“Kneel and face Yunho,” He directs you and waits for you to comply, “now hand me that,” 

With his gesture towards the toy, you grab it from its discarded place amongst the sheets and pass it to him. Seonghwa smiles, “Eyes on me,”

You look back at him, and watch as he drops his mouth over the length of the silicone cock, groaning as he tastes your arousal coating it. A low, tight noise bubbles out of you and he bobs his head a few more times over the toy until he lifts his mouth off and nods his head at you, “Look at Yunho,” 

You settle again, leaning onto your forearms with your ass in the air, a familiar position now. Yunho cups your face, smoothing your hair back and you can feel his hands trembling, the tension inside him as he waits for Seonghwa to keep fucking him more palpable than anything. 

“You think you deserve to be filled?” Seonghwa presses the head of the toy on your throbbing entrance. 

“Please, please, sir,” You press back, desperate now. 

“Darling,” Seonghwa says, and it’s clear immediately he’s not addressing you, “do you think she’s been good for you?” 

Yunho’s hips shift, you can feel the weight on the bed change as he does, and you know he’s a breath away from begging Seonghwa to make him come to, but recovers quickly and you feel his hand tighten up in your hair, “She’s been so good,” 

“Good enough for a treat?” Seonghwa asks. 

Yunho looks at you, his eyes soft, flicking between your eyes and the collar adorning your neck, “You know she has,” 

“Well,” Seonghwa sinks the head of the dildo inside you but no more, “if you ask Daddy nicely to help you come, maybe I can help,” 

The way the night has slingshotted between soft and hard has you spinning, but you decide not to think. With a whine you hold onto Yunho’s arm and comply, “Daddy?” 

Yunho shudders, nodding, “Yes, puppy?” 

“Please,” You moan, “please, daddy will you help me?” 

“Help you what?” He prompts you. 

“Come,” Your fingers tighten on him, nails digging into his bicep, “Daddy, I need it,” 

Yunho’s eyes break from yours and over your shoulder he meets Seonghwa’s gaze, “Fuck her,” he says, calm and cool, “hard.” 

The sharp press of the toy inside you knocks you forwards, but then Seonghwa holds it steady, “Fuck yourself,” he says, “I’m busy.” 

“What?” You twist around, feeling the dildo slip out of you a bit as his hand leaves.

“Don’t,” Seonghwa tuts, and his hand delivers a quick spank to your ass again, before he moves to brace himself over Yunho and resume his steady pace thrusting in and out of his tight, wet hole. 

Yunho groans, his head pressed back into the pillows, “Hwa, harder,” 

“Mm,” Seonghwa acknowledges softly, adjusting his pace. 

You’re at a loss, the teasing never being quite this direct, but you also know that not following instructions will leave you worse off later, so you settle next to Yunho, your head on the pillow next to him, and get comfortable. Reaching between your legs you secure the end of the toy, and start to work it inside you, as fast as you can without falling apart instantly. 

“Good girl,” Seonghwa says, pleased, “but you’ve come enough.” 

“Hwa?” You turn again, shocked at the sudden shift in him. 

“You’re not coming on that,” He reaches forwards, pulling the toy free and tossing it aside, “not tonight,” 

You feel dizzy, dazed and confused at the lack of direction, at the way he changes on a whim. Seonghwa pushes back, ending up on his knees, with Yunho propped in the perfect position for Seonghwa to continue fucking into him, and then you realize. 

“Take him in your mouth,” Seonghwa directs, “don’t stop until I tell you.” 

“Yes, sir,” You sigh, eager to be useful again, and you position yourself to take him in your mouth, sinking down over Yunho’s stiff aching cock until he connects with the deep back of your throat. 

Yunho moans, cursing and locking a hand down over your bare thigh, and you can feel how neglected he’s been. Seonghwa continues, moving steady, every thrust forcing Yunho’s thick cock deeper into your mouth. You can hear Yunho whining a little above you, cursing and fidgeting in the sheets, and you can’t help the way that your body jerks, attempting to grind into something, anything. 

Yunho’s hand coasts down your back, slips over the curve of your ass, and presses on the plug just enough to make you moan. 

Yunho’s tightening beneath you, the combined sensation of your tongue against his cock and Seonghwa filling him about to send him over the edge, when everything snaps and Seonghwa drags you back by your hair, disconnecting your mouth from Yunho. 

You gasp at the sharp pain of him tugging you by the scalp, and he drops you instantly, letting you fall back in the sheets by Yunho’s side. 

“Hwa,” Yunho shakes, “stop, stop, fuck,” 

Seonghwa pulls back, pulling his cock free and looking down at Yunho, waiting for the next step. 

“I need her,” Yunho confesses, “let me have her,” 

Seonghwa smiles, a little more gentle than before, and nods, moving back to let Yunho shift around in the bed and find you. 

Yunho descends on you then, hot kisses across your mouth, your cheeks, down your jaw and your chest, “I have to have you,” he groans. 

“Take me,” You widen your legs, tugging him forwards, feeling the head of his cock drag along your belly. 

“Tell me again,” Yunho pants in your ear, “say it again,” 

You’re not sure what he means at first, and you freeze, only a moan on your lips. 

Yunho leans back, brushing your lip with his fingertips, “Come on, babygirl, tell me again,” 

Your body flutters under his and you grip his shoulders, shifting under him to open yourself up, “Daddy,” you beg, “help me come,” 

Yunho groans, thrusting into you with one smooth downward strike of his hips. “You want to come so bad, puppy?” 

You whine, tightness building inside you again, and you let him maneuver your body, legs pressed back so far that you’re folded almost perfectly in half, hips up for him. The fill of the plug makes everything tight, and angles Yunho’s cock up into your g-spot. 

His thrusts change pace, instead of fast and full he adjusts to short and hard thrusts, fucking you deep and steady, “Come on my cock, puppy,” he groans, “make a mess for me,” 

You’re about to say something, anything, try to form coherent words, but Seonghwa’s hand slips between you both and starts to rub your clit at a fast, punishing pace. You keen, desperate and aching, and Yunho grips you tight in his hands while he fucks into you. 

“That’s it,” He croons, “let go,” 

The sensation you felt earlier is building again, and for the smallest of split seconds you wonder if once you come like that the first time, you can come like it whenever you like. Either way, the pointed pulse of Yunho’s cockhead on your g-spot combined with Seonghwa’s frantic rubbing on your swollen clit has you a second away. Pressure builds again, dropping the knot of your pleasure low and aching, and you cry out as you grip whatever pats of your boys you can hold onto, “I’m going to,” 

“Come, come,” Yunho chants. 

“I feel,” You’re close to babbling, thoughts disconnected and flickering in your brain, “I can’t, I’m, oh god, Yunho, oh god,” 

Seonghwa drops low and hums in your ear, “Come on Daddy’s cock, babygirl,” he nips at your breast, “I know you can,” 

Yunho’s hand drags up your chest, and you’re not sure exactly what triggers your orgasm, the way he tugs gently on the ring of your collar or the way he’s looking at you, or Seonghwa’s middle finger pressing perfectly down at the exact right time, but none of it matters. 

With an embarrassingly sobbing cry, the deep pressure unlocks and you feel the hot fluid erupt from your core once again. Yunho pulls out suddenly, and between both of their hands they stimulate you through the full extent of your orgasm, the splashing wetness making such a mess across all three of you. You’re shaking, the orgasm still heady and sharp, but Yunho’s hands move you fast. 

“Come here,” He rolls you onto your stomach, kicking your legs open wide, before he descends inside you again, moaning against you as he jerks his hips into you. 

“Yunho!” You gasp, finding his hand in the sheets and gripping it tight. 

He presses deep inside and leans up a bit, “Seonghwa,” you hear him say, “Please, can you try?”

In the haze of your orgasm, it doesn’t make perfect sense, but you feel the weight over you change, and when Yunho moans into space between your shoulder blades, one hand fisting the sheets by your head, you know that Seonghwa has taken up the spot behind him. 

You’re all frozen for a second, adjusting to the sensations, and where Yunho is shuddering between you both, fucked out and needy to come, Seonghwa still has some of his faculties. He leans to the side, searching for your face where it’s pressed into the mattress, “Are you okay? Can you breathe?” 

His concern for you warms you, his stress that both of them on top of you might be too much, but you shake your head, “I’m so, so good,” you assure. 

Seonghwa finds your hand and interlaces your fingers, “You squeeze my hand, okay?” 

“Mhm,” You manage, exhaustion pouring over you, “okay,” 

“Yunho,” Seonghwa says. 

Yunho dips low, kissing your cheek, “You with us?” 

“Yeah, yes,” You blink hard and surface. 

“Okay?” He checks. 

“Please,” You jerk your hips back and he groans. 

“So good,” Yunho sighs. 

The rest is desperate. Moaning, clawing at each other’s skin, gripping hard enough to leave bruises on hips. Yunho thrusts into you steadily, and Seonghwa follows suit, fucking into Yunho’s ass with tight curses on his lips. Seonghwa keeps his hand twined with yours, but you never need to use the lifeline he offers. 

“You’re our fucking girl,” Yunho chokes in your ear as he thrusts, “forever,” 

His hand winds around you, closing over your throat not to choke you, but to hold you where the collar nestles against your skin, and he melts down into you. Within a few thrusts he chokes, spilling himself hot and wet inside you, warmth filling your belly. You couldn’t come again if they tried, every inch of you feeling over-stimulated, but the heavy weight of his cock inside you as Seonghwa thrusts into him still feels pleasant and comforting. 

Yunho grips down on you, biting as gently as he can manage on your shoulder, and you know he’s feeling just as over-stimulated as you now that Seonghwa is working him still after he’s orgasmed. 

“Hwa,” Yunho moans, gathering you close in his arms as he rides it out, “I can’t,” 

“Shh,” Seonghwa hushes his husband, “I’m almost, I’m close,” 

Seonghwa thrusts steadily, and you feel his hand tighten hard on yours as he starts to come, groaning sharply and snapping his hips tight into Yunho as he spills his release deep inside. 

You’re all a shuddering mess, a mass of shaking damp limbs, and it takes a few minutes to recover. 

The weight of both of them on top of you finally starts to build, and you squeeze Seonghwa’s hand hard, “I need some air,”

Seonghwa pulls back first, dropping to your left side and looking about as blissed out as you’ve ever seen him. Yunho pulls away, his softening cock sliding free, but he stays braced on all fours over you for a few moments while he recovers before rolling over onto your right side. 

“Are you okay?” Seonghwa checks, rubbing your back, “It wasn’t too much at the end?” 

“Mm,” You shake your head, “never,” 

Yunho sildles close, pulling you into his arms in a spooning position, “My girl,” he sighs into your skin. 

“Am I?” You murmur, and you know it’s true but hearing it always fills you with delicious warmth and love, so you tease and grin against Seonghwa’s lips when he dives in to catch your mouth. 

“You know you are,” Yunho sighs, his fingers dancing over the collar, “always.” 

You rest in their arms a while, all three of you recovering your breath and easing into each other, sated and feeling delicious, until the chill of the room starts to raise goosebumps on your arms. 

“Cold,” You sigh, “someone tuck me in,” 

Seonghwa chuckles, and kisses your face, “We need a shower, and then we can sleep, okay?” 

“Okay,” You sigh, “I’m so tired though,” 

“We’ll just have to help you,” Seonghwa teases, “think you can handle that, Yun?” 

“Mhm,” Yunho presses a warm kiss to your shoulder, “I’ll get you squeaky clean,” 

It only takes twenty or thirty minutes to get cleaned up, but the boys are true to their word. Seonghwa showers quickly, leaving you and Yunho to finish out slowly. He helps you wash out your hair, remove the plug, and holds you against him in the hot spray to make sure you’re relaxed and ready for bed. 

Once you both make out to the main room, you can’t help but smile. Seonghwa has discarded the towels and remade the bed, one corner turned down to accept you into the plush cushions. Seonghwa himself is sitting on the bench at the foot of the bed waiting, dressed in his sleep pants and holding the red box in his hands. 

“Hi, baby,” You smile when you see him, Yunho wrapping his arms around you from behind as you wait for Seonghwa to respond. 

“We should sleep,” he finally says, “but before we do that I want to show you something.” 

“Okay,” Your eyebrows knit together, unsure of what he could possibly want to show you after all the  intimacy you shared tonight. 

“The key,” Seonghwa stands, and holds out the small locking mechanism for your necklace, “I want you to know where I’m going to keep it.” 

“Why?” You shake your head, “isn’t the point of this supposed the be unlimited trust?” 

Seonghwa smiles softly, and Yunho joins in, “Yes, but trust doesn’t have to mean blind trust.” 

“I don’t understand,” You admit, confused by both of their reactions. You thought you had understood what Yunho liked about the necklace, and accepting the risk that it was permanent was supposed to be a large part of your commitment to them. 

“We love you,” Seonghwa smiles, showing you the key between his fingers as he crosses the room to the bookshelf that lines one wall, “and you belong to us,” 

You nod, finding Yunho’s hand and holding it tight as you listen. 

“But you were right,” Seonghwa reaches for a small clay pot off the top shelf of the bookshelf and holds it out to you before dropping in the key, “we don’t own you.” 

“Hwa,” You breathe. 

“You’re with us by choice,” Yunho kisses your temple, “and for as long as you choose to stay, it would mean so much to me if you’d keep this,” he brushes his hand over the necklace, “but you always have a choice.” 

Your body softens against him and Seonghwa crosses to nestle close, cupping your cheek, “We chose you,” he murmurs, “and we hope you’ll always choose us.” 

Emotion wells in your chest and you blink back tears, “I can’t imagine being without you now,” 

“Then don’t,” Yunho hums in your ear, kissing you softly. He reaches for Seonghwa and tugs him in closer too, so that you’re gathered between them both. 

They wrap their arms around you. They hold you tenderly. Here, tucked close between them, you are forming a family. The collar around your throat means many things, but when you feel the weight of Yunho’s hand on your cheek you think of his ring, and when you press your cheek to Seonghwa’s chest, your fingers play with the delicate wrap of his chain. They don’t have to say a thing, and neither do you, but you all know what it means. 

You fall asleep in each other's arms. In your bed, in your room, in your apartment, your home. You can’t imagine what would be strong enough to pull you apart now, and even though they don't say it, neither can they.

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『 Yunho + Mingi & Poly Threesome 』 | KTB ‘22

⇒ pairing: j. yunho x s. mingi x fem!reader

⇒ smut, friends to lovers trope, polyamory, threesome, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (big no no)

⇒ word count: 1.9k

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⇒ author’s note: these drabbles just keep getting longer so why do i feel like they still could use more fleshing out? maybe a mission for another time.

You aren’t entirely sure how you’ve ended up naked and sandwiched between your two best friends, but you can’t bring yourself to complain as your body tingles with lust. Even though this is the last way you expected to be spending your evening, the feeling of Yunho and Mingi’s large hands caressing each inch of your skin, and their sultry kisses littering your neck and collarbones, is something you now regret not experiencing earlier.

Things between the three of you had been odd for the last few months, which was honestly stressing you out since they kept withdrawing from you and seeming awkward anytime you hung out. Whenever you addressed their abnormal actions, they would just say they are tired or stressed, but you’ve known them long enough to see right through that lie. It’s as if they forget that you three have been inseparable since elementary school, a friendship nearing 16 years of sleepovers and playdates that eventually turned into drunken nights on the town and Netflix binge-watching parties.

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Obsessive || kang yeosang || pt 4

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Part 4

Summary ➞ You tried to pay no mind to your brother’s friends and their flirty antics, but it always confused you when only one of them seemed disinterested in you. Even though you’d never admit it, he intrigued you—to the point where when you kissed drunkenly at party, you wanted more. And you were going to get it.

Genre ➞ enemies to lovers au, friends with benefits, party au, college au, smut, fluff, slight angst

Warnings/tags ➞ 18+, sex, drug use (weed), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, friends with benefits cycle, daddy issues, toxic friends, heavy drinking, lots of intimacy, yeosang is a meanie at first, San is a flirt, party, hookups, etc

Word Count ➞ 6.3k

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You found yourself sitting at a mini-mart at midnight before finals. Yeosang was quiet, but you were somewhat sure his mind wasn't. 

He sat across from you on the outside bench, a soju in his hand and a banana ice-pop in the other. He sure had a thing for sweets. 

"What finals do you have tomorrow?" He asked, taking a gulp of the soju as he took a side glance at you. He looked beautiful under the artificial light that shined down on him, the blue and orange hues reflecting onto his soft-toned hair. You weren't even paying attention to his question at this point. It was the least of your worries. What worried you was that you wanted to know why it was so hard to not think about what he was thinking about. It was a bit redundant, and maybe you were overthinking about overthinking. "Um, y/n?"

"Huh? What?" you mumbled, turning your gaze to him. He looked captivating under the moonlight, and the artificial rusty-orange light reflected beautifully off his white t-shirt. It was a sweet night to enjoy with a lover, and you still weren't sure what to call him. You make love to him, but you aren't in love. You kiss, but it isn't because you love. You spend time with each other, but only for what? You were confused, and you knew what you were feeling after the look he gave you.

"Are you okay?" he asked you, and you weren't sure whether to answer him honestly or not. Did he really want to know? Was he interested in your well-being just like you were with him? Did he also want to kiss you because he wanted to and not just because of sexual attraction? Did he…want to know your favorite color? Your favorite song? Your favorite things to do?

After thinking critically about your answer to his simple question, you offered him a nod. "Yeah, I'm fine," you hummed, taking a sip of the banana milk you held. You caught yourself wondering if he wanted to know that it was your favorite drink?

He furrowed his eyebrows at you, leaning in a bit too close for comfort. You've been everywhere on his body. You've been involved with him from midterms to finals, and nothing has changed. He's done everything to you that no one else has. So why were you just suddenly aware of how beautiful he honestly was? "You don't look okay…" he trailed off, and he reached out to grab your chin in his hands. You still craved his heart and body, and even though it was your own idea to just have a sexual relationship with him, you wanted to take back your words.

"No, I'm okay, Yeo." You offered him a smile, but he knew you better than that. You let him hold you in public as if you were a couple. You let him ask you questions; you let him learn new things about you. Yet, you had no knowledge about him other than he found you hot and that he loves sweets. It shouldn't bother you to the extent that it does, and maybe it's just proof for you to get over this and break yourself out of it.

He took a second to process your answer. He peered into your worrisome eyes with an apprehensive gaze and a hesitating hand. "Why? What's the matter?" He softly spoke, and he seemed to care about you. Much more than just physical, but your disruptive thoughts never let you realize it.

"I…" you trailed off, unsure how you wanted to go about your feelings. After all this time, you have never spoken to him deeply. You weren't sure how to go about it, and crossing that line seemed more like a jump than a step. Feeling like saying something would ruin all you had, you should be grateful for what you had, even if it was only a piece of the puzzle.

As you hesitated, you watched his worried look turn into a smile. His hand grazed yours, interlocking your fingers together. You weren't sure how to process this, but you took it as it came, and you felt his pulse within his palm. "Let's go." he hummed, taking the last bite of his ice pop with a wince. He stood up now, you by his side while he gripped your hand and his soju bottle in the other. You didn't question where he would take you, and you just let it happen.

Is this how you fall in love? Is this tightness in your chest supposed to hurt? Were you supposed to feel dizzy when he touched you? Was it supposed to hurt this bad?

You let him take you to the bus stop with a skip in his step. It was nice to see him happy, and maybe you should allow yourself to smile even if you weren't okay. You valued his feelings over your own.

You both couldn't drive, so the bus was the last resort. How romantic would it have been if he could drive you to the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night? How would it feel to be kissed with only the intent of expressing love and not lust? What makes it so different?

You sat quietly at the stop, your hand still laced in his. Maybe he was a bit drunk off of the soju, and perhaps you were too drunk off love, but it didn't even strike you that it was much too late for a bus to run. After a bit of time just sitting in each other's company, he stood up abruptly. "Fuck, I forgot it was midnight." He scoffed playfully and looked down at you as if it were a dream. His eyes were sparkling, and you could've sworn it was only for you. "We can walk."

Once again, he let out his hand for you to grab. You stared at it for a moment too long, but eventually, you held onto it, and he pulled you into his chest, a drunken giggle escaping his lips. "Oops." he smiled gloriously, and you couldn't help but gulp anxiously. His other hand held you by your waist, and it took everything in you to back away from him. 

After a moment, you were walking down the street hand in hand. He swayed it a bit, and you furrowed your eyebrows as you thought about if he felt this feeling too. Why were you so afraid of saying something, even if it was wrong? 

You grabbed the soju bottle out of his other hand and gulped it as you walked down the abandoned sidewalk. You had no idea where you were, especially since you weren't from Seoul. His eyes widened as you drank the liquor, but his smile was still evident. "Damn, baby."

Goddammit. Your heart pounded at the pet name, and your fingers tightened around his in reaction. You took another big sip, hoping to just feel a bit tipsy. You laughed it off as you took the last drop, and you turned a corner to walk up a long, steep hill.

"Stressed about finals, hm?" He wondered aloud, and you didn't have the courage to tell him you were stressing about him. It was hard to breathe as you tried to figure him out.

You nodded, but you were barely listening to him. You started to feel your body warm up from the toxin alcohol, and your legs lightened as you made your way up the hill. The warm spring air hit you in a slight gust of wind, and the sweet smell of flowers delighted your senses. Your nose twitched, and your eyes were trained on your sneakers as your feet moved without thought.

He didn't say anything after that. He kept his pace even with yours, even if you were walking slow. Once you reached the top of the hill, there was a blooming tree with a bench underneath, almost like a scene from a movie. You weren't sure how this would end, but shouldn't you enjoy it rather than worry? You believed it was the alcohol kicking in when you finally dared to look into his dark eyes.

"How cute." you smiled at the tree and then looked back to Yeosang, and you saw a bit of clarity. You made your way to the bench. It was covered in soft pink petals, and it was a bit worn in, but it made it better. You sat down, the tingle in your chest replaced with warmth. It was time for a distraction from the negatives. So what if you didn't end up with him? At least you have him now.

"Isn't it?" He sat down next to you with a smile. You were obsessed with how he could simply sneak into your heart, and doing things like this made you a mess of emotions. You looked out toward the city, high enough to see the lights along the Han river. His hand rested on top of your thigh, and you let out a sigh as you watched a plane fly over the lit-up city. It reminded you of a shooting star, and maybe you just wished it was so you could make your wish come true.

A bit of time passed, but you didn't even process it. Just being next to him made your heart happy, and you rested your head on his shoulder. He stiffened up at your contact but let loose a bit after a few seconds. You wondered if he felt it too once again, and the only way you would ever find out is if you bring it up.

"What's your favorite color?" you asked him softly, the taste of grape soju still prominent on your tongue. It seemed trivial, but you knew the deeper meaning of that question.

He laughed a bit, and you shook along with his shoulders. "Black," he spoke simply, and you looked up at him slightly. You noticed his beautiful birthmark on the side of his face, and you wanted to lean up and kiss it. You didn't, and you brought your gaze back to the horizon. He was still prettier than it.

You offered no response in hopes of him asking you about yours. You looked down at his hand that held your thigh when he didn't. 

"Do you like sunsets or sunrises?"

He hesitated but answered smoothly. "Sunrises."

You smirked a bit, hiding your emotions. "I pegged you as a sunset guy."

He shook his head but then rested it on top of yours. "I think sunrises are more romantic than sunsets," he nearly whispered, low and deep. "I just think about waking up to someone…and maybe eating breakfast and watching the sunrise together. Maybe a cat or two." He chuckled, but you frowned. This was a new side of him for sure, and this is what you wanted. But you also wanted him to ask you about what you thought.

"A cat or two?" you sighed, but you wondered if he thought about you in his future like that. "So you're a romantic?"

He laughed at that too, maybe nervously. You couldn't tell. "Well, yeah. But I don't know what I want, really."

"You just said you wanted to watch the sunrise with someone while eating breakfast with a cat or two." you stuttered a bit, not moving your head off his shoulder. You kept your eyes on the horizon and your hand on top of his. "It seems like that's what you want your future to be," you spoke out, your grip on his hand loosened slightly.

He stayed silent for a moment, yet he didn't ask you how you felt.

You sighed. "What's your favorite season?"

"What's with all the questions?" He asked you a bit abruptly. Your heart began to crumble at his tone. Still, maybe you were a bit too concerned about other things than to notice his vulnerability. 

"I just…" you trailed off, picking your head off his shoulder. You sat close as his birthmark stood out from his tanned skin. You wanted to kiss him again, but you held back from your desires. "I want to get to know you."

He stared at you blankly, and you didn't notice the slight hesitation in his eyes. He didn't act on his desires either, and he kept his gaze in your eyes without a break. 

"Why?" He scoffed a bit, a frown on his face. "There's nothing special about me."

You wanted to laugh at that. You kept your emotions in check, but you couldn't hold back your words. "Well, I wouldn't know since I have no idea who you are. You also know nothing about me."

"What do you mean? I know who you are—"

"Yeosang." you tilted your body towards him now. You were a bit tipsy from the gulps of soju, so you had just enough courage to ruin the moment. "What's my favorite color?"

He didn't have an answer. The look on his face seemed like he was hurt, but you kept going.

"What do I like better? Sunsets? Sunrises? The moonlight? Do I like to read? What is my favorite food?"

He was silent. Too quiet. It looked like he wanted to cry, but he clenched his jaw as you bled into his soul. 

You stood up then and walked over to the railing as you barely held yourself together. You weren't sure why you cared so much; it didn't make any sense. You were the one who wanted this, so stick with it. 

You didn't pry about anything after that. You felt his stare at the back of your head, but you didn't turn around to meet it. "Just ignore that rant." you groaned, tossing your head back in irritation.

"I can't tell what you're thinking," He murmured quietly, and you heard him sigh as he stood up. Now, he came up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to turn you towards him. His hands slipped up the side of your shirt, but you weren't sure if that was intended or an accident. His touch was cold, but his gaze was sweet. Maybe just as sweet as the banana pops he loved so much. "But if something is bothering you, just tell me."

He looked into your eyes. There it was again—that sparkle. Your image is reflected back to you through his eyes as if it were a mirror showing how he sees you. You didn't answer him. In fact, you didn't have an answer anyway. You just nodded, your heart feeling heavy as if whatever you had was ending.

After a few moments, his gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips. His hands now slid down to your clothed hip, and he tightly grabbed onto them as if he was afraid to let you go. His eyes bounced from your lips, nose, and eyes again. He wanted you. He needed you. He was obsessed with you. But in what way? You knew the answer, but just like how obsession worked, you wanted more.

You pressed your lips to his. He stood still, and his mouth moved slowly across yours, and he breathlessly kissed you back with slight desperation. His touch felt warm now, and the grip he had on your hips disappeared as his hands now found their way to cradle your face gently. He tasted sweet—it was pretty fitting for him. You always wondered what he tasted like. What he would kiss like. However, this kiss was the first time you felt as if he loved you.

He pulled back for a moment, the soft pink petals falling through the air around him like raindrops. Maybe they were.

You felt the cold sprinkle of rain then, and the flower petals now mixed with the rain as if it were one. You rested your forehead against Yeosang's, his hands still holding onto your face like you were the most precious thing to him. He smiled as the rain fell through the tight space between you both, and you couldn't help but smile too.

He pulled you in again, his one hand now resting on the back of your soaking-wet hair. It was magical. You wondered if he was thinking about how you tasted and if he could feel your heartbeat against his own chest. Were your hearts beating at the same rhythm? Did his beat for you?

Something changed in the air. Maybe it was your last kiss. Maybe it was a goodbye. You weren't quite sure, but you also had no idea what you were to each other. 

Maybe there was a reason for it.

That same night was the last night you shared the same sheets.

—

It ended like nothing happened. You distanced yourself from him for the sake of your own heart and because you wanted to be the one eating breakfast with him and watching the sunrise. You were scared, though, and you worried that you weren't the one he was imagining. If you were, then he should have said that then. He should have asked about your favorite color. There were many things you both should have done, and maybe it was the immaturity you both harbored with your lack of experience with love.

Nothing was set in stone though, and you were sure that Yeosang just thought you were caught up with your finals. From all he knows, you guys were still together, in whatever way that was anyway.

"What's wrong with you?" Your brother grumbled as he sat next to you in the library. You had your head down into your textbook, trying to cram the last bit of information for your last final. The problem was that your mind was filled with other things.

“Nothing, just you sitting here.” you joked with him, but he was able to see through you easily.

“Y/n, I’m not dumb.” you brought your gaze to him now, worried that he may have figured out your fling with Yeosang. With a knowing smirk, he leaned up on his elbows. “You’re seeing San, aren't you?” he chuckled childishly, and you couldn't help but scoff.

You shut your textbook aggressively. “What made you think that?”

He shrugged, sitting back up straight as you packed your things in your bag. “Come on, I know you've been sneaking into the apartment and the only one ever home is San. Yeosang is always out fucking some girl or something.” He had it all wrong, but you wondered what Mingi would think if he knew you were the one Yeosang was with.

“Actually…” you stopped before you said anything rash. “What if I said I was with Yeosang instead of San?” you acted like you were joking, and mingi took the bait with a chuckle.

“Stop lying, that's a funny joke.” He hit you playfully. You weren't sure how to take that, but you kept your face serious although there was no way he would believe you. You didn't deny anything, but he changed the subject pretty quickly.

Would there be a problem if it was Yeosang? Why did he think you were joking?

“Did you finish your finals?” You asked him as you took a bite of your snack, you weren't even sure what it was, but it was the only thing left in the library’s vending machine and at least it was edible. The day was almost over, and you haven't seen Yeosang alone in days.

It was the last day of finals though. You had already begun to pack up the pile of clothes you had in your apartment, and you were a bit glad you didn't have much baggage. Physically, at least.

“Yeah, I’m all done. Just waiting for you so we can go home together.”

Oh. Home. You haven't really thought about going back to your home, which wasn't all that far from seoul. It was the fact that you had to get up and leave whatever type of relationship you had with Yeosang.

“I'll be done tomorrow morning.” You felt your phone buzz, and you knew who it was. “Can you do me a favor and get my bags from my apartment? I don't really want to spend my last night here in that shithole.”

Mingi tilted his head as if he was trying to figure you out. You were twins, he had some feeling with how you were acting, but didn't pry. “Okay, will your shitty roommate be there?”

You shrugged as you stood up from your seat. “Who knows. She might have gone home already.”

He nodded, and he followed you out of the library and into the warm sunny air. It was beginning to get scorching outside as the April rain turned to May's sunshine. You smiled up to the clear sky in hopes of clearing your mind. You waved him goodbye as he went on his way to your apartment, and you made your way to the dining hall for something to eat for lunch before your last final.

Just as you turned around a corner, You almost ran into a boy and nearly dropped your phone onto the ground. Lucky for you, but his phone wasn't so lucky. 

You reached down to grab the phone. “Jeez, I’m so sorry—”

“Y/N?” His voice was soft and deep, but you didn't recognize who it was until you came eye to eye. “You told me to wait for you and I ended up going home alone. You're a heartbreaker, aren't you?”

Seonghwa. His hair was as dark as ever and his smile was just as bright as his eyes. He looked at you with a playful glance and a tilt of his head. 

“Seonghwa.” You breathed out, awkwardly rubbing your elbow as he took his phone from your hands. “I’m sorry about that, I was a bit drunk and—”

“Hey Hey,” He chuckled, taking a step closer to you with a smile. His hand reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Don't apologize, it's all in the past.”

You let out a sigh of relief and allowed yourself to stare into his eyes. He was insanely close to you, and you weren't sure if you wanted to tell him you had a boyfriend or not. You honestly didn't, so what excuse do you have? You couldn't lie though, he was extremely attractive, but you couldn't help but think about Yeosang’s eyes as you peered through Seonghwa’s.

“There's a party tonight at mine,” His hand caressed your cheek now, and you were too captivated by him to notice someone coming up from behind you. “It’s a going away thing, so bring whoever you want.”

“Seonghwa.” A deep voice rumbled behind you, and you felt the familiar embrace of your “lover.” Yeosang wrapped his arms around your stomach tightly and leaned his head onto your shoulder as he spoke to the older boy. “What are you doing with my girlfriend?”

Girlfriend?!

Seonghwa took a step back with a smirk, and nodded his head as he tried to process it all. “Oh? I wasn't aware you two were dating?” He smiled at you, noticing your confused expression. He remained respectful though, and offered you some space. “My bad, I was just inviting her to my party tonight.”

Yeosang’s eyebrows furrowed. “Party?”

“You're welcome to come.” He smiled kindly, but gave you a flirtatious gaze. “Go out with a bang, right?”

You watched Seonghwa walk away after that, and once he was out of view, you wiggled out of Yeosang’s embrace sharply.

“What are you doing? Girlfriend?” You laughed painfully, stuffing your phone into your back pocket of your jean shorts while he stared at you with a frown. “I don't remember ever being your girlfriend.”

He took a second to respond. He looked beautiful though, you couldn't deny it. His hair was fluffy from the humidity and his birthmark highlighted his gorgeous brown irises. God, you couldn't get enough of him. You didn't want anyone other than him. “I didn't know how else to say it.” He spoke softly, and it killed you to be upset.

“Dammit Yeo,” You groaned, taking a step closer to him. The sun was beating down on you while your anger boiled your mind.”What does that even mean? Does that mean you want me to be your girlfriend?”

He was silent. You took that as a no.

“That’s it. I’m leaving. Take care of yourself, okay?” You sighed, not feeling the argument over something so trivial.

As you took a few steps away from the man you wanted to call yours, you heard the words you never would have imagined.

“I’m not good enough for you, Y/N.” He whispered, looking down at his feet. You felt the vulnerability seep through those words, and it was enough to make you stop in your tracks. “I should've just ended it before it started—”

“Before what? The sex?” You turned around to face him, but he was unable to meet your gaze. “Yeah, maybe that would've been a good idea—”

“No.” He shook his head with a grimace and approached you slowly. “No, I mean before that. I should've stopped it once I met you.”

You were confused. What did he mean, once he met you? “Wait what—”

“I mean that I fell for you the minute I saw you goddammit.” He groaned. “And no, I don't want what we have to just sex. I want you to be the one sitting at the table in the morning with me. I want to wake up next to you every day and fall asleep next to you every night.”

You froze. You wondered why he couldn't tell you all of this before, and the past few days have killed your self esteem. You had to acknowledge that it wasn't just his fault though, and you had a major role in the miscommunication,

His face was flushed as he brought his gaze up to your eyes. You saw enough. You saw the tremor in his hand and the sparkle in his eye. You knew it, and you knew what your heart wanted. Whatever this feeling is, you were going to let it blossom until it bloomed. “Yeo…”

You didn't care where you were. You might've been in the middle of campus under the shade of a few large trees, but the sun was strong enough to break through the tension. It hit him in the face, cascading him in golden rays while he stared into your soul. You didn't care where this moment would lead you, but you crossed the distance between you two and grabbed onto his face.

“So are you trying to tell me you like me?” You whispered. “Why didn't you care to ask the questions though?”

He frowned as he thought about what you meant, but the minute he realized it, he smiled at you—a smile that sent butterflies flying around your stomach. “Because I want it to happen on its own. I want everything to fall into place, y/n.”

“So you weren't being dismissive?”

“Well, I was. But it was because I wasn't sure that you wanted me the way I wanted you.” He blushed a bit under your embrace, and you looked into his eyes deeply.

You took a second for yourself before you acted on your heart. “So what you're saying is—”

“For fuck’s sake Y/N just kiss me already.” He growled, gripping the back of your head and pulling your lips to his. You felt your heart nearly beat out of your chest, feeling the ache throughout your whole body. You fell into him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing through your teeth to explore your mouth. You wanted to deepen it even more, but you remembered you were out in public.

“Let’s go.” You moaned into his mouth, and pulled away to grab his hand. He followed you obediently like some kind of dog until you made your way into the apartment building. The door was locked, and you prayed that no one was home. You had a bit of a window of time until Mingi came back with your things, and you stumbled into the dark apartment without a care to flip on the lights. You were surprised when Yeosang slammed your back into the door to shut it, and he gripped your ass to lift you up to his body.

You gasped as his lips met the crook of your neck, and he walked you into his bedroom.

He tossed you onto the bed, but it was gentle. His hands slowly let go of you and he straddled you with a look of love on his sharp features. His ears were bright red and his mouth was parted, and you couldn't get enough of him. He slowly slid off your top from above you, and your breaths intertwined as he came face to face with your bare skin. His breathing sped up while he leaned down to take your nipple into his mouth, and his left hand came up to cradle the other. You moaned as he claimed you with his lips, and you wanted to tell him all the things you wanted him to do to you.

After you tossed each other’s clothes off, he took a second to admire you. You wanted sex, of course, but what you wanted the most was to feel his love, his touch, his mind. You wanted to take care of him when he was sick, and wanted to make sure he was okay after a nightmare. This is how you fall in love, right?

He made love to you then. Real love. His heart pounded against your chest as he pushed himself in and out of you. You gripped onto his shoulder blades as he fucked you, your fingernails leaving crescent-shaped moons into his skin. His touch was like a flame, and you wanted to be burned. 

He moaned as he came into you, falling onto your chest with a sigh and unable to breathe. The room was stuffy and it smelled hot like sex, but for some reason it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

After a few moments of enjoying each other’s company, you ran a hand through his smooth brown hair. He smiled and you couldn't help but blush at his expression. He was facing you on his side, your legs tangled together in bliss. 

“Want to get a shower with me?” He whispered so softly that it was almost hard to hear him. His cheeks were still flushed from it all, but his sweet smile was hard to ignore. 

You didn't need to say anything. You softly kissed him though, and he smiled widely into it. It was as if he wanted to cry, he wrapped his arms tightly around you as you shared the space. You broke all the barriers that kept you apart. Well , there were two more walls yet to burst down, and you were sure you'd be fine after the aftermath. 

You followed him out of the room and towards the shower, totally naked and vulnerable. It was quiet, and you thanked the lord that no one was home. You entered the bathroom with a shy smile as he turned the water on. He didn't bother turning on the lights though, as the thin window above the tub let in an ambient amount of light.

“Come here.” He hummed, beckoning you to come closer with a flick of his finger. Your core pulsed at the gesture, and you almost wanted to hide your face in embarrassment.

The steam of the hot shower filled up the room, making it harder to breathe than it already was. You kind of liked how it felt though, and the minute Yeosang pulled you under the water was the minute you knew you were a goner.

His hot breath met your neck, and he kissed you there and began to trail down your body. You gasped as he kissed down your stomach and down your thighs until he was kneeling before you like a sinner at church. You gripped his wet hair tightly as his mouth met your heat, and you let out a moan as his tongue entered you forcibly. He slowly moved his tongue around you, making sure to hit every spot he needed to. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you couldn't get enough of it. You were obsessed with his body and his soul, and finally, you knew he was obsessed with you.

He stood up slowly, his hands sliding up your body as he reached his full height. There was something about how dangerous he looked in the moment, and what was even more interesting was the way he looked innocent at the same time. His eyes were focused on yours without any distraction, and he pushed you up against the wall with your back to his. He whispered something in your ear, but you were too far gone to hear what he was saying. He slammed into you without warning though, and you let out a groan of pain and pleasure and he rhythmically moved into you as the water hit you like flower petals of a tree. 

The sound of the water eased your mind, as well as the sounds of his grunts. He rested his head on your shoulder as he pumped into you, giving the base of your neck kisses. You wanted to fall to your knees for this man, but he has already shown you that he would do anything for you. He gripped your hair sharply and caused you to gasp as his other hand gripped onto your waist.

No words were spoken. He admired your body with his gaze and his touch while you let him ravish every part of you. You were too busy being lost in his trance to hear him whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and you let yourself reach your high as he reached his.

He moaned as he came, and emptied himself into you with breathlessness. You pushed your head against the cold shower wall as he pulled himself out of you, and then you turned around to pull him into an embrace. There was so much that you wanted to say, but he just smiled at you so sweetly as if it said a thousand words. 

And your kiss was everything that you didn't say.

—

You managed to escape the bathroom before Mingi came home, but the minute you got back into Yeosang’s room, Mingi entered the apartment with a sigh as he lugged in your luggage. “Hello? Anyone home?” He yelled out, and you hurriedly rushed to put on your clothes while Yeosang looked like a deer in headlights.

“The door was open…”Mingi furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and you paced the room not knowing what to do. You tried to stay as quiet as you could, but you knew you were fucked. At this point you would rather Mingi find out straight from you rather than someone else.

As you made your way to the door, Yeosang grabbed your arm sharply. “What are you doing?” He hissed out quietly, resembling a cat. 

You smiled at him with a shrug. “Leaving everything behind.”

You opened the door then, and caught your brother’s attention immediately. He was too focused on setting your luggage nicely on the floor to know it was you. “Is that you hyung? I hope you don't mind but my sister is going to say here–”

“I wouldn't mind at all.” Yeo chuckled as he emerged from the room from behind you, making Mingi look up with confusion until he came face to face with you. Yeosang was only covered with a towel around his waist and you were drowning in his oversized shirt and a pair of his underwear. You looked like quite the pair, that is until Mingi opened his mouth.

“So uhh….are you two a thing?” He looked back and forth between you two, and your drenched hair and Yeosang’s state gave it all away.

“Duh. I even told you earlier but you didn't believe me.” You scoffed and Yeo’s eyes widened, but mingi looked surprisingly entertained.

He smirked at you both, and stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well I'll be damned. I could've sworn it was San because of how much he’s all over you—”

“He’s all over you?” Yeosang growled a bit, taking a step closer to you. Mingi couldn't hide his happiness at Yeo’s jealousy and neither could you. “Still?”

“No, he hasn't tried anything with me for a while.” you turned around to face your lover. “Plus, he’s just a flirt. He means well.”

“Yeah, right.” Yeosang scoffed and tightened the towel around his thin waist while Mingi stood with a knowing smile.

“Anyway,” you looked back over to your brother. “I thought you’d be mad at me for dating your friend.” You pestered, to which mingi scoffed at that.

“Are you kidding? At least I know he’s going to treat you well. I’d be more scared if you were dating Wooyoung to be honest. At least Yeosang can keep his dick in his pants.”

You let out a chuckle at that, and everything felt stable for once. Everything except the fact that you forgot about your last final. At this point, you weren't even mad. Your obsession with Yeosang ran deep. Deep enough for you to forget about your future and only care about having him in your present. Oh well, you were going to enjoy every last moment with your “boyfriend”, even if all he was supposed to be was a fling. Still though, you were a bit mad that you missed your final.

“Dammit... Kang Yeosang, I'm going to kill you.”

killing me - yunho (m)

part of the frat boy series.

summary: roommate!yunho. after last year, yunho swore he would never live in a frat house ever again. that doesn’t mean he’s leaving the frat, though, so he moves into an apartment just down the street. and you? well you need somewhere cheap and walkable to campus, and yunho is leasing a room. so that’s how you end up living with the human embodiment of sunshine and puppies, but the more time you spend with yunho the more you realize he may have a darker side lurking beneath the surface. 

word count: 9.6k

warnings: smut!! m masturbation (lil perv yunho moment), a little rough, reader has female body parts/female pronouns used, slight cumplay? unprotected sex, creampie, don’t be like them, kinda unedited <3

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