Serendipity | Masterlist
Serendipity | Masterlist
Masterlist | Choi San x Reader | College!AU
#serendipty au | ignore time stamps

ser·en·dip·i·ty
noun
the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.
"a fortunate stroke of serendipity"

When the theater department is down on it’s luck and has to bring in record breaking sales at the end of the school year in order to garner sponsors or else they’ll be defunded, the lead invites a few dance majors to practice one Saturday morning. One volunteers his class to fill in for the ensemble just to see a smile. It all leads to two semesters of chaos in putting together a student written and composed musical, drama amongst friend groups, and a dance major falling in love with a set designer.

y/n protection squad | mountain man’s clan
extras
01 | a sign from the gods
02 | fellow students
03 | I swear I fell in love
04 | are you disappointed in me?
05 | k dude
06 | commitment issues
07 | honestly…
08 | I’m done
09 | @jwooyounh, who are you?
10 | father eden
11 | unbiased opinion
12 | too far
13 | real gentlemen + written
14 | punish me daddy
15 | love you ❤️
16 | not my baby girl
17 |
18 |
19 |
20 |

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Ateez reaction to you asking to suck their dick for the first time?
nsfw content under the cut!
hongjoong; attempts to hide how excited he is, and fails. he’s been wanting this for a while, but he’s been patient and didn’t want to ask until you were ready. you being the one to ask makes him happy, and he’s glad that you feel comfortable to do this for him. wants you to drop to your knees the moment you ask.
“you want my cock in your mouth? well, who am i to deny my baby what they want?”
seonghwa; he smirks. he’s surprised you asked, and your willingness to give him head gets him so horny he’s already hardening in his pants at the thought of you sucking him dry.
“go ahead and get on your knees for me. let me feel your mouth around my cock, baby.”
yunho; blushes at the question. he’s shocked you’re asking this, the sound of your cute voice asking to suck him off making him dizzy with need. he nods and laughs out a breathy yes, and he has to bite his lip to keep himself from groaning at how pretty you look on your knees.
“fuck, baby. i thought you’d never ask.”
yeosang; for a second he thinks he imagined it, so he just stands there with a silly look on his face. when you ask again, he laughs and then the reality that you want to suck his dick hits him like a load of bricks. he’s shy at first, because you asking this is so sudden and straightforward, but all bashfulness melts away the moment you take him into your mouth.
“i used to think about what it’d be like to finally feel you suck my cock. and god damn it, baby, this is better than i ever imagined.”
san; he makes you ask him again. not because he didn’t hear you the first time, but because the sound of you asking for his cock is music to his ears. he smirks while he unfastens his pants, ready to give you what you want immediately.
“you want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, hm? well, ask and you shall receive, baby. get on your knees and open wide.”
mingi; he simultaneously blushes and gets a boner when you ask him. he tries to play it cool, but you see the way his pants begin to constrict around him due to his growing erection. he swallows hard and nods, a little stunned for words. he groans the loudest you’ve ever heard when you wrap your lips around him.
“shit, your mouth feels so good. i wanna cum down your throat. will you let me do that, baby?”
wooyoung; chuckles at you because you’re so cute asking him to suck him off, when he has always been willing to let you. covers your face in lots of kisses and tells you that whenever you’re ready, he’s ready. is pleasantly surprised when you get on your knees right then and there.
“you didn’t even have to ask. my cock is yours to do with as you please. you can suck it however much you want.”
jongho; it’s an immediate boost to his ego. he’s a gentleman and never pushes you to do anything until you’re ready, so you being the one to ask first has him feeling like he’s on top of the world. he feels excited that you’re so willing to do this enough to ask him for it.
“you want to suck my dick that bad, huh? so much that you’re asking for it. my, i didn’t know you were so hungry for my cock, baby.”
and if i stay (j.yh + p.sh)


summary:Â sequel to room for three - a year has passed, and things are going well, until yunho watches watches another man flirt with you.
note:Â 18+ content, minors DNI. // i just can't stop thinking about husband yunhwa, so please have this absolute smutty and fluffy brain rot.
warnings:Â non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, established yunhwa relationship, mmf, jealous!yunho, rough sex, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), rough oral, praise, gratuitous use of good girl, mean!yunho, double penetration, the return of the cute husbands - please let me know if i missed any.
pairings:Â yunho x seonghwa x reader
genre:Â smut, angst, fluff
word count:Â 12.3K
my masterlist || read it on AO3 || part three; their gift
For the first thirty minutes though, it’s chaos. The gallery where the event is hosted is a labyrinth of contemporary art installations amid white lacquered walls, a maze of intellectuals and their cocktails standing between you and the much larger room where a small stage is erected for Seonghwa’s publisher to announce him, and for him to read a few passages from his new work.Â
For the first thirty minutes though, it’s chaos. The gallery where the event is hosted is a labyrinth of contemporary art installations amid white lacquered walls, a maze of intellectuals and their cocktails standing between you and the much larger room where a small stage is erected for Seonghwa’s publisher to announce him, and for him to read a few passages from his new work.Â
Like all things in your life, it goes slightly wrong at first before it goes right. Yunho is stuck in traffic, shooting off frantic texts to you about exactly how far he is and seeing what you can do to stall the event. You can feel Seonghwa’s nerves coming off him in waves when you finally make it back to him, pushing through the throng of people and past the empty stage to the quiet side room. He’s pacing, adjusting his tie again and again, and you know he’s having a hard time without the calm center that is his husband.Â
“Seonghwa,” you murmur to him, standing in the doorway and hoping you don’t disturb.Â
His head snaps up and you can see the way his hand is gripping a copy of his book, “Hey,” he says.Â
“He’s on his way,” you assure him, “I just talked to him.”Â
“On his way like he’s five minutes away or on his way like I still have to start this thing without him?” Seonghwa asks.Â
“Somewhere in the middle,” you settle, “but he’s hurrying,”Â
“He’ll get himself killed on the highway in that stupid car if he’s not careful,” Seonghwa sighs and tosses the book down onto the table, slumping back against it and resisting the urge to drag his hands through his hair.Â
“You’re going to do so well, Hwa,” you step towards him, in his space now but not yet touching.
“Thank you,” he breathes, but he shakes his head, “I just do better when he’s here.”Â
“I know,” you nod, and he lifts his eyes to meet yours.Â
His leg bounces nervously and he sighs, heavy and sounding exasperated, “He keeps me calm, I always just look to him when I’m doing a reading,”Â
“I know,” you repeat, soothing him. You reach out and rest your hand on his.Â
He turns his hand over to interlace your fingers, his leg stilling, and he squeezes your hand as he takes deep breaths. Pulling his book back over with his free hand he flips it open to the bookmarked section, “Are you sure about this passage?”Â
“Absolutely sure,” you reply without hesitation, “we all agreed that it sounded the best as a stand-alone,”Â
“Right,” he nods, and you think back to two nights before, tangled up in bed together and pouring over his book to find just the right words for him to say. Yunho had stroked his lover's back with a steadying hand, giving him calm guidance and assurances. You know that’s what Seonghwa needs now, even though you also know the minute he’s on stage he’ll turn on the performance without hesitation. It’s just getting to the stage that’s the problem.Â
“Do you want to read it out to me one more time?” You offer.
He silently skims the passage, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and he shakes his head, “No, no, I have it.”Â
The sound of rushed footsteps is a sudden comfort – you were close to pulling Seonghwa up and convincing him to get out to the stage, but you know the presence behind you is Yunho before you even exhale out your sigh.
“Hey,” he sounds out of breath, and as you turn, Seonghwa stands and breaks his hand from yours. Yunho looks frazzled, his suit jacket a little wrinkled at the bottom, you suspect from laying on the back seat of his car instead of hanging in a garment bag like Seonghwa would have preferred. None of that really seems to matter now though, and Yunho finds his husband’s eyes, visibly relaxing when he does, “I’m so sorry – I’m, it, there’s no excuse, I’m sorry,”Â
Seonghwa shakes his head and reaches for him, “It’s okay,” he sighs, long, letting Yunho pull him into a hug, “I just needed to see you before I went out there,”
“I know,” Yunho nods.Â
In moments like this, even a year after you first bumped into them in the bar, you sometimes feel like you’re encroaching on their relationship. Yunho leans back from Seonghwa, holding his face, and dips forwards to kiss him, tender and slow. Seonghwa melts, leaning into Yunho’s chest and exhaling softly.Â
When their lips part Yunho smiles, “I’ll be near the back wall on the left side, okay?”Â
Seonghwa nods.Â
“You’re going to be perfect,” Yunho soothes, his voice deep and warm, “and they’re going to love the book.”Â
“Yeah,” Seonghwa nods, but you can hear the lack of confidence in it. His two previous releases, while received well, were done quietly. His book events in the past were small, private, and with much less fanfare, no stuffy literary critics ready to pass judgment.Â
“Please,” Yunho rolls his eyes and you smile, “y/n and I are going to have to talk to a bunch of pseudo-intellectuals all night and pretend we care about… Sartre or whoever,”Â
“Who would be talking about Jean-Paul Sartre at this?” Seonghwa laughs.Â
Yunho rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “I don’t know but I wouldn’t put it past any of them,”Â
“Okay, okay,” Seonghwa clears his throat and straightens up, “I’m ready,”Â
Yunho smiles wide, leaning in to give him one more kiss, “I love you,” he assures him.Â
“I love you too,” Seonghwa smiles, and you notice just how steady he is, calm and confident now that he’s had a moment to be grounded. He steps away and tucks the book under his arm, before reaching out for you and pulling you towards him.Â
You stumble forwards in your heels with a squeak, but Seonghwa’s hands are sure, and he brings you in for a kiss. With a sigh as he pulls away he holds your eyes, “Thank you,”
“Always,” you squeeze his hand, “now get out there,”Â
Seonghwa smooths down his jacket and disappears through the doorway to find his publisher and you turn to Yunho. He laughs immediately, “I think I’m parked illegally,”Â
“Of course you are,” you grin and he reaches for your hand to pull you into his chest.Â
“Hi, sweetheart,” he sighs, wrapping his arms warmly around you, “how are you? You look beautiful,”Â
“Good,” you nod, “I’ve just been running around today. Is everything alright with your client?”Â
He makes a dismissive, irritated noise, “Fine, he just wouldn’t stop talking and the meeting ran over time, but it’s not like I can tell him to stop, he’s paying the firm a lot of money,”Â
“Mm,” you nod, understanding completely, “but it’s okay, you made it.”Â
“We should get out there,” he says as the sound of a mic being tapped echoes through the gallery and Seonghwa’s publisher starts speaking.Â
“Let’s,” you agree, and Yunho dips for a quick kiss before stepping away.Â
You head back out with him to the main space of the gallery, Yunho’s hand warmly positioned on your mid back, his thumb brushing along your bare skin where the dress dips low. You make it to the back corner just as Seonghwa is introduced and together you watch him step on stage. He’s dressed smartly, his suit fitting exactly, and where you once saw nerves you now only see cool confidence and a bit of swagger.Â
When you glance at Yunho, you smile. He’s watching Seonghwa with awe, but you also recognize the glimmer of desire in his gaze seeing Seonghwa so commanding and you’re sure tonight is going to be a memorable one once you all make it out of here and back into bed.Â
Seonghwa reads three passages, his voice honeyed, the enunciation of his work is crisp and paced. The room listens with rapt attention, making the right noises at the right parts, and when he finishes and closes the book there’s a long breath of silence. Nervously, you glance at Yunho, but his eyes are steady on Seonghwa, centered.Â
The applause is sudden, and you watch Seonghwa light up at the fond reception, moving to thank everyone for coming into the microphone and telling them to enjoy the free drinks. It takes about three seconds for someone to notice Yunho as the crowd starts to break up, and before you know it he’s caught in a conversation with someone who wants to talk about how it feels to be married to such a promising young writer.Â
You touch his arm gently, “I’ll grab us some drinks,”Â
He gives you a grateful smile, and then turns back to his conversation.Â
You slip away, weaving through the crowd to the open bar. Thankfully at these events, you’re still able to fly under the radar. While Yunho and Seonghwa don’t make an active effort to hide your relationship, they also don’t advertise. After months of casual sex, you’ve simply became a fixture in their lives. They liked you, much more than they would have assumed, and their routine of going out to find a new partner every few months disappeared. They kept you. But it’s still only been a year, and labels so far haven’t really felt necessary, so there’s no need to find a way to describe what you are to each other.Â
When you finally make it up to the bar, you select two glasses of white wine and start to make your way back. Yunho is still in conversation with the person who interrupted you both before, so you slow to a stop. You’re not sure if you should let the conversation run its course or save him from the interaction, so you decide to give it a moment and see how it plays out.Â
Standing between large panels of brightly colored canvas you wait, studying the splattered mix of colors before you.Â
“Do you like the art?” A voice startles you out of your fixed gaze on the painting, and you turn towards it.Â
“Excuse me?” You ask, seeing now the source of the question. A man stands to your left, and you take him in immediately. He’s handsome, if not a little rough around the edges looking, with smooth, tan skin and dark eyes. He’s dressed well, in a satiny black suit that closes at the front, a sliver of his bare chest visible at the base of his throat where the suit parts, and a fine delicate silver chain hangs from his neck, disappearing down his chest. His hair is sandy, long, and the right kind of messy.Â
“Do you like the art?” He gestures with a hand towards the painting, repeating his question for you.Â
“Oh,” you blink, recovering a bit and realizing just how close he’s standing to you, but you make no move to shift away. You glance back at the painting, “Not usually, but this is nice,”Â
He smiles widely at your honesty, and you find yourself noticing more little things about him. The dark freckle on his lip, the matching one under his left eye, his ears adorned with silver piercings. He nods, “Me too, I never know what to say to people at these things.”Â
“Ah,” you smile, “so I take it you’re just here for the event?”Â
He shakes his head, “I’m just here for the food,”Â
You laugh, and he smiles wide again, his eyes direct and sparkling. You know he’s flirting, but you don’t necessarily mind. “That’s a nice suit if you’re just here to eat,” you tease him.Â
He shakes his head again, brows knit together, “Well I am here for someone, it’s just not the book.”Â
“Oh?”Â
“My friend owns the gallery,” he admits, and then nods towards the painting you’re both in front of, “and this is his,”Â
“Oh!” You exclaim, “You’re a friend of Hongjoong’s?”Â
“You know Joong?” His eyebrows raise and he shakes his head, “He never told me he knew a girl this pretty, I’ll have to have a word with him later.”Â
You don’t mean to blush, but you’re sure you do and you turn towards him a little more. “I don’t know him that well,” you concede, “but we’ve met a few times.”Â
“Ah,” he nods, and you watch his eyes flick down to the wine glasses in your hands. He deftly takes one and smiles, “I take it this is for me?”Â
“Presumptuous,” you laugh, but let him take it.Â
“Maybe a little,” he takes a sip of the wine, his eyes never leaving you, and then takes a step forwards, moving into your space a little tighter, “so, beautiful girl, do you have a name?”
“I do,” you reply smoothly.Â
“And are you going to tell me your name, or should I guess?” He takes another sip from what should be Yunho’s glass.
“It’s y/n,” you offer.Â
Some kind of recognition sparks in his eyes, he’s heard your name before but he can’t remember where. He nods, “I’m Wooyoung,”
“It’s good to meet you,” you take a subtle step back and sip your wine, putting an extra inch of space between you.
“My night is certainly better now,” he says, and you’re about to open your mouth to protest but he continues, “tell me, are you free tonight?”
You shake your head and he pouts just slightly before saying, “Ah, I thought I could help make your night better too,” He coasts the back of his knuckles down your bare upper arm, soft and quick, removing his hand and returning it to his pocket before you can really register it.Â
“I’m sure you did,” Your eyes flick over him.Â
His narrow for just a moment, and the edge of his flirting fades, “Am I misreading things?”
“I would think so,” Yunho’s voice is abrupt, no trace of anger or irritation, just matter of fact, and he moves close to your side. He slips a hand over your hip and presses a kiss to your temple, “there you are, sweetheart,”Â
Wooyoung’s eyes dart between you both and he takes a step back. It’s incredibly obvious what Yunho is doing, but it works. He doesn’t hang on you, simply slides his hand off you and moves to stand at your side just as he normally would, before extending his hand out to Wooyoung for a shake, “Jeong Yunho,”Â
Wooyoung takes it, shaking it firmly and you can’t help but find the whole thing a little ridiculous and territorial, except that something deep in your belly fluttered at the tone of Yunho’s voice when he appeared. Wooyoung clears his throat, “Jung Wooyoung,”Â
Yunho smirks almost imperceptibly at the shared surname before pulling back his hand and this time letting it rest warmly on your upper back, just at the base of your neck.Â
“I think this was meant for you, then,” Wooyoung lifts the glass and then shrugs, “apologies.”Â
“No harm,” Yunho replies, “I’ll get another.”Â
You cut in there, looking up to Yunho, “Is Seonghwa still making the rounds?”
He nods but doesn’t break his gaze on Wooyoung, “We’ll be stuck a while, I’m sure,”Â
Understanding dawns on Wooyoung’s face and he laughs to himself, your name and association with Yunho and Seonghwa knitting together in his mind. Hongjoong had mentioned you, it was just not in the context he would have hoped for.Â
You look back to Wooyoung, an eyebrow quirked, and he shakes his head, “I see why you called me presumptuous now,”Â
Yunho smiles at that, and you nod, “Mm,” with a shrug you smile, “sorry about that,”Â
“No, no,” Wooyoung holds up a hand, begging off, “it’s fair enough. I should let you go and see if I can find Hongjoong,”Â
“It was nice meeting you,” Yunho cuts back in, ending the conversation there..Â
“Yeah, it was nice meeting you too,” Wooyoung says to him, and as he starts to step away he gives you one more charming smile, “have a good night, beautiful girl.”Â
Yunho’s hand tightens slightly on your skin and your stomach flips.
As Wooyoung fully turns away, he holds his glass of wine up once more, “And sorry again about the drink!” He’s gone through the maze of people in a second and you're left alone in front of Hongjoong’s painting with Yunho.Â
“Well,” he breaks the silence after a moment, “he seems like an ass.”Â
“I think he was a little embarrassed,” you shift away from him so you can face him and talk to him a little more easily.Â
A brief expression crosses his face but he relaxes quickly, “I wouldn’t call it embarrassment,”Â
“Well, anyways,” you shake your head, “we should get you a drink either way.”Â
There’s a cord of tension suddenly between you and you’re shocked by your own response to it. A piece of you wants to roll your eyes and tell him to calm down, irritated at the way he was staking a claim on you, but the other piece has your stomach tight and an image of Yunho bending you over the first available table flickers through your mind.Â
“Let’s go, and then let’s go find Hwa,” his tight expression clears, and he smooths his hand down your back again to steer you forwards.Â
You end up staying at the event for two and half more hours and accidentally making eye contact with Wooyoung from across the room four more times, nearly bumping into him once when you go to say hello to Hongjoong.Â
Not a single time escapes Yunho’s notice. So much so that by the end of the night Seonghwa is quietly asking his husband if something’s wrong. It takes another fifteen minutes to clear out of the gallery and find Yunho’s car, poorly parked in a clearly yellow zone with a ticket tucked under his windshield wiper.Â
The ride home starts quietly, Yunho driving and Seonghwa in the passenger seat. Yunho’s hand is tight on the steering wheel, and you can barely believe he’s let Wooyoung’s naturally flirty nature get under his skin so much. You watched him flirt with at least three other women there, it was just clearly who he was.Â
Seonghwa finally breaks the silence, “So are you going to tell me what’s going on?”Â
Yunho sighs, his hands relaxing, “Everything’s fine,”Â
“You really seem like everything’s fine,” Seonghwa says, throwing you a glance.Â
Yunho smiles and reaches across the middle of the car, smoothing his hand over Seonghwa’s knee, “I’m sorry, everything’s fine. You know these things wear me out a bit, but you were great. Everyone was saying such good things about the book,”Â
Seonghwa relaxes, “Good, okay. It felt like it was received well,”Â
You lean forward, resting your hand on his arm, “All I heard were good things,” you assure him, “and you sounded perfect on stage.”Â
“Thank you,” he rests his hand on top of yours, “I’m sorry you both had to make small talk all night though,”
“Oh, no it’s fine, I had a nice time,” you assure him.Â
Yunho makes a small noise and you glance to him. You’ve never had an argument with either of them before, but all of a sudden it seems like Yunho is spoiling for a fight, and you had never pegged him to be quite so prone to jealousy.Â
“Okay,” Seonghwa looks between you both, “what is going on?”Â
“Nothing,” Yunho repeats, but then adds, “y/n met someone new, so I think she did enjoy herself.”Â
Seonghwa is no stranger to that expression and immediately things start to click into place for him. Your jaw sets in annoyance, “Yunho, stop it. I’m not friends with him,”Â
“I didn’t say friends,” Yunho shakes his head, “I saw the way he looked at you, and he was not interested in being friends.”Â
“Fine,” you sigh, “you’re right, he wanted to take me home, but I’m obviously not there with him. I don’t understand why you’re so upset about this,”Â
“I’m not upset,” he counters.
“Yunho,” you lean forward in your seat to see him better and he glances back at you.Â
“Put your seatbelt on, what are you doing?” he waves you back.
You listen, but you catch the way Seonghwa rolls his eyes, and it seems like this kind of sudden type of response from Yunho isn’t completely out of the blue.Â
You click the seatbelt into place, “There, happy now?”Â
“That you’re not going to go flying out my windshield? Yes,” he huffs.Â
“Alright,” Seonghwa finally interjects, “let’s all just relax.”Â
“Fine,” Yunho says, but you can’t let it go.Â
“Yunho,” you keep your voice calm and even toned, “he was flirting with me, yes, but I didn’t go home with him. You can’t get upset over every man that flirts with me. It happens,” you watch the twitch of his lip in the rear-view mirror at the idea and you can’t help yourself. You press his buttons further and you have no idea why, “It happens more often than you think.”Â
His hands tighten on the wheel and Seonghwa sighs, “She’s right,” he says, “you really don’t need to get so upset about this.”Â
The muscle in Yunho’s jaw tenses and relaxes, and he sighs heavily, “I’m sorry,” he glances up in the mirror to meet your eyes quickly before refocusing on the road, “he just bothered me. I don’t like the way he was talking to you, propositioning you like that.”Â
You smile, but Seonghwa says it before you have to, “You mean like we did?”Â
“That is completely different,” he protests.
“Is it?” You laugh, “You literally saw me across a bar and took me home. Arguably that’s more clichĂ©,”Â
“Alright, alright,” he says, exasperated, and checks his mirror to start merging into his exit lane to get back into their neighborhood of the city.Â
“You’re cute when you’re jealous though,” you smile, “I thought you were going to smack that wine glass out of his hand for a second,”Â
Seonghwa laughs and looks back at you, “He is,” he agrees.Â
Yunho relaxes, letting you both poke fun at him and tries to let the image of Wooyoung inches from you in that dress fade from his mind. He knows you’re right, of course, you weren’t home with Wooyoung, you were with them just like always, but the niggling uncomfortable feeling in his gut just won’t go away.Â
It takes another ten minutes to make it to their garage and up to the door of their apartment, but once inside you let out a sigh and slip off your heels, “I’m going to change, and then should we eat something?”Â
“You didn’t eat at the party?” Seonghwa cups your cheek.Â
“I did,” you assure him, “I just want something more substantial,”Â
“I’ll make you something,” he kisses you quickly and starts for the kitchen.Â
You smile at Yunho as you pass, and he returns it, loosening his tie and kicking off his own uncomfortable dress shoes. When you come back out to the kitchen you’ve changed, dressed now in soft cream sleep pants and a fitted tank top. Over the past year, you’ve gotten comfortable letting them take care of you. They had told you that on the first night you met, but at the time you had assumed they meant strictly sexually. You certainly didn’t expect a section in their closet and regularly home cooked meals, but they’re surprising like that.Â
Seonghwa is still fixing you a small, light meal when you lean on the kitchen bar next to Yunho. There were plans for the night, things you all previously discussed that would be a special treat, but after the little disagreement in the car you’re wondering if Yunho’s still in the mood.Â
You lean against his arm, and he glances over, “Hey,”Â
“Hey,” you smile.
A beat passes and you watch as Seonghwa clicks off the burner and starts to plate your dinner. You rest your hand on Yunho’s arm, “Are we okay?”Â
“Of course, we’re okay,” he answers immediately, “I’m sorry I got short with you,”Â
“It’s fine,” you squeeze his upper arm softly, “but I promise there was nothing to worry about, he’s just a flirt.”Â
“Mm,” Yunho nods, and you notice the way his fingers tap out a pattern on the bar. You push off the counter and you’re about to move away from him to meet Seonghwa in the main part of the kitchen when Yunho says, “Why did you flirt back if you weren’t going to go home with him?”Â
“What?” You look back to him, Seonghwa immediately dropping the pan back on the burner and turning towards the conversation.Â
“Why did you? It’s an easy question,”Â
“Yunho,” Seonghwa’s voice is firm now, “you’re out of line.”Â
“I just,” he sighs and turns towards you fully, standing tall and imposing above you, “I’m just trying to understand.”Â
“I’m not having this conversation,” Anger bubbles up inside you and you push past him, but Yunho catches your arm in his hand.Â
“I’m sorry,” he says again, “I’m being an ass, I’m sorry,”Â
His words slow you down and you let him maneuver you back into his arms. Pressing close you shake your head, “You need to let this go, okay? It was fine at the gallery, but Wooyoung was trying to get under your skin, and now you’re letting him. This kind of jealousy isn’t sexy. It’s…”
“I know,” he insists, “god, I know,”Â
“Okay,” you push up on your tiptoes and lean forwards, pressing a kiss to his chest where his shirt is unbuttoned and parted open, “I’m here with you, and there’s nowhere else I would rather be, okay?”Â
He wraps his arms around you, dropping his lips to your hair. When you both pull away, he brushes his fingers along your cheek and dips down to kiss you properly, dragging you up against him so that you’re perched on your toes and holding onto his arms for stability. It starts soft, but you feel it when it shifts, his fingers gripping your waist more firmly and his lips parting to better access your mouth, tongue against yours.Â
You gasp against his lips when he presses you back two steps and your back connects with the kitchen bar. He slides one hand to hold your back, and drops the other flat on the counter, fingers spread wide to stabilize you both as he kisses you harder, encroaching on your space in every conceivable way.Â
His hand moves down, slipping into the waistband of your pants so he can grip the bare skin of your backside, and you release a surprised moan when he squeezes and kneads your plush skin. You break your lips apart, pushing him back a little, and you drink him in. He looks hazy, panting and his eyes blown out.Â
“What are you doing?” You hold him, your back aching against the island behind you.Â
“I want you,” he dips to kiss you again.Â
You press backwards so he can’t quite reach you, “Yunho,”Â
It’s clear to you now that he hasn’t quite let the evening go, but with hands on you like this and his hot breath on your cheek, your mind flicks back to the earlier image you had conjured in the gallery. Yunho standing over you, your body bent over a table and your skirt pushed up around your hips. His hand in your hair. Wooyoung’s face flashes next, the idea of him seeing, realizing you could never be his.Â
Desire quickens in you, and you swallow hard, “I,” you start to say.Â
“I’m starting to feel like I should be a little jealous,” Seonghwa’s voice snaps the spell and Yunho falters back a step.Â
“Hwa,” he says, “fuck,”Â
You expect the worst, but as you turn you see Seonghwa shake his head, and then he turns to you, “Are you alright?”Â
You nod and he sighs, “Do you want to stop?”Â
You cut him off with a shake of your head. Seonghwa and Yunho share a look, one you’re not sure you’ve ever seen before.Â
“Don’t stop then,” Seonghwa moves towards you both, and your eyes are on him when you feel Yunho tug down your sleep pants and underwear before hoisting you up so that you’re leaning back on the bar countertop, your hips hanging off and fully supported by his arm around you.
“Fuck,” you breath when he pushes your legs open wide and steps between them, his hands working at his trouser zip for a second before he frees himself.Â
“Be quiet,” Yunho directs you, and your mouth clamps shut. He strokes his cock to draw himself fully hard, and then sinks two fingers inside your cunt without a word.Â
You jerk, gasping at the intrusion, but when he finds you already wet that’s all he needs. He shifts between your thighs, and before you can exhale the breath caught in your chest, he pushes inside you with one firm snap of his hips.Â
You weren’t quite ready for him, and the stretch burns. He draws out of you and then back in with another sharp thrust, and a strained noise leaves you, one hand flying to his back to grip onto him.Â
He meets your eyes, pausing for a moment and he adjusts to better support your hips in his hands, letting you fall back onto the counter top, your back against the cool stone. His eyes are dark, hair falling in them as he holds you steady on his cock, “Did you want him?”Â
“What?” You blink, focusing now on his words.Â
“Tell me,” Yunho says, “did you want him?”Â
“No,” you shake your head, and he looks down, his eyes studying the place where your bodies connect.Â
He thrusts hard, “I don’t believe you,”Â
“I didn’t,” you insist, your fingers gripping the granite beneath you for purchase but slipping.Â
“I saw you,” he pumps faster, and you watch his mouth drop open at the sensation of your hot channel around him, “I saw how you looked at him,”Â
A rush of heat runs up your body at another sharp thrust, the head of his cock now rhythmically stroking that tender place inside you, and you feel the blush erupt across your chest and sweat at your brow. A harsh moan leaves you and you reach for him, but he doesn’t take your hand, “Baby,” you whine, “I didn’t, I promise,”Â
He shifts forwards, hovering over you now, and sinks one hand into your hair, tightening against your scalp, “Aren’t we enough?”Â
Words don’t come, and it dawns on you that the desperation in his face is real, the fear of you leaving with someone else is palpable. His words sink into your chest and he pants above you, “Don’t we give you everything?”Â
“Yes,” you inhale sharply and grip onto his upper arms now that he’s hovering above you, “Yes, baby,”
“You let him touch you,” he drops his head, unable to hold your eyes any longer and you can’t answer him.Â
He doesn’t slow his pace, and you arch against him at a shock of pleasure directly up your spine, a breathy moan suddenly on your lips. Your head falls to the side, and you see Seonghwa, leaning on the edge of the counter across from the bar, quiet and watching. You’ve been with them individually now, and always with the other watching, but this feels different.Â
Yunho slams his hips forwards and stops suddenly, and you gasp against him, an unexpected whine leaving your throat. He brushes your hair back from your face with his wide palm, bringing your face back to his. He searches your eyes, and you can feel him trembling above you, just a little, “Would you have gone home with him?”Â
“No,” you lay your hand softly on his cheek.Â
“If we weren’t,” he sighs, “if you weren’t with us, would you have gone home with him?”Â
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” your voice is almost a whisper.Â
“Say no,” his hands tighten on you, and he starts to move his hips again, slow, and steady.Â
You twitch under him at steady pressure on your clit, but hold his eyes, “Yunho, you don’t own me,” you murmur.Â
Yunho’s jaw sets tightly, and he pushes off you, his cock sliding out of you as he steps away fully, and you brace yourself on the counter not to fall off the edge and instead ease down. He tucks his still hard length away and refastens his pants before running a hand through his hair and turning on his heel, disappearing down the hallway. The bathroom door slams with a sharp sound and nervous tightness floods your chest.Â
“Come here,” Seonghwa’s soft voice murmurs from next to you, and he helps you step back into your sleep pants.Â
“Hwa,” you turn to him, emotion tight in your throat, “what is going on with him?”Â
“He can be like this,” Seonghwa says, his eyes soft.Â
“Can he?” You look towards the dark hallway, barely believing it.Â
“When he wants something? Yes,”Â
“I don’t understand,” you slump into one of the bar chairs, “he has me, you both do,”Â
Seonghwa glances towards the hallway himself, sighing and finally, finally meeting your nervous gaze, “Do we?”Â
“How could you ask me that?” The night is officially starting to twist out of control.
“Listen,” he steps forwards and takes your face in his hands, “you know we don’t see anyone else. We love having you here, you know this. But we’ve never asked the same of you,”Â
“Oh,” you soften under his hands, his words starting to make sense.Â
“We don’t pry, we don’t know where you go every night. It’s not our place to ask,” He clarifies, “but if you think we like the idea of you with another man, let alone seeing you with one?”Â
“We were just talking,” You press, “if that’s a problem then we need to have a much different conversation.”Â
“Of course, it’s not a problem,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “that’s not at all what I meant,”Â
“Please,” you sigh, “then what do you mean?”Â
“Do you think you’d like it if Yunho and I saw other women?” Seonghwa asks, trying to explain himself, “If you came to meet us for a date, and you saw us talking to another woman like that?”Â
A tightness knots in your stomach, “No,”Â
“It’s like that,” he explains, “and we’ve never asked you stop seeing other people, but knowing that you might be is very different than seeing you talking to a man who you could go home with,”Â
“I’m not seeing other people,” you say simply, and suddenly he looks relieved.Â
“You’re not?”Â
“No,” you shake your head, “I haven’t since we started seeing each other more regularly, that’s what… five or six months? You could have just asked me,”Â
Seonghwa nods, looking down for a moment before he says, “We didn’t want to ask that of you when we weren’t sure what we could give you,”Â
“Seonghwa,” you pull him closer, “I want this, just what we have, but I don’t want it with anyone else.”Â
“So tonight,” he trails off.Â
“A misunderstanding,” you explain, “Wooyoung is a flirt, and I won’t lie to you and tell you he isn’t good looking or charming, but that’s all,”Â
“I’m sorry,” he drops his forehead against yours.Â
“You don’t have to be sorry,”Â
“I should have stopped things earlier,” he murmurs, “Yunho wasn’t thinking clearly, and he was too rough with you,”Â
You shake your head, “I didn’t say stop,”Â
“I know, but,”
“But nothing,” you shake your head again, “I wanted him too, but now…” you twist your head and look towards the still quiet hallway, “I should talk to him.”Â
“Yeah,” Seonghwa kisses your forehead and steps away, “Go to bed, I’ll wrap the food up for later and be right there,”
“Okay,” you nod.Â
In the bedroom you wait, sitting on the edge of the bed and listening to the sound of the shower through the bathroom door. The water is still running when Seonghwa walks into the bedroom, unbuttoning his dress shirt and running a hand through his hair.Â
“I’ve never seen him angry,” you murmur to Seonghwa, “what can I do?”Â
“Usually, he just works things out for himself,” he replies, “he doesn’t even share it with me most of the time.”Â
The sound of running water cuts off and you reach for Seonghwa. He comes closer and sits on the edge of the bed with you.Â
“This is weird,” you shift to push him back a bit, sitting between his open legs and pulling his arms to wrap around your torso, “that’s better,”Â
Seonghwa smiles, hugging you to his chest and kissing your bare shoulder, “Yeah?”Â
“Mhm,” you rest a hand on his thigh. Not touching him feels worse than anything, and now you’re so used to always having your hands on each other when you’re here, the centering calm of their warm skin on yours. Sitting next to him, passive, with space between you is foreign and cold.Â
Seonghwa holds you, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as you both wait. When the bathroom door finally opens, you sit up and Seonghwa follows suit, his arms loosening but not leaving you.Â
Yunho's hair is wet and messy, and his skin is mostly dry except for the beads of water that still hang on his bare shoulders, a white towel hangs low around his hips. When he sees both of you on the bed waiting, he pauses.Â
His voice is gruff, and he clears his throat, “Hey,”Â
“Hi, baby,” you murmur, “are you okay?”Â
His brows knit together, “Yeah,” he sighs, “I should be asking you that.”Â
“I’m fine,” you dismiss, “I’m not upset,”Â
Yunho’s eyes flick from yours to his husband’s and you feel Seonghwa nod behind you. You reach for Yunho, open palm extended and he moves to you and takes your hand in his.Â
“Can I be honest with you?” You ask him, giving his hand a squeeze.Â
“Always,”Â
“You’re scaring me a little,”Â
His expression drops, “What?”Â
“I understand how you feel,” you tell him, “but you can’t ever accuse me of something like that again because you’re angry. I have never and would never do something like that to you.”Â
His cheeks go pink, his ears heating red with embarrassment and he drops his eyes, “I’m so sorry,”Â
“Come here, please,” you tug his hand down and he drops down, kneeling in front of you to rest between your knees, and you interlace your fingers with his. You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb, “Seonghwa helped me understand,”Â
“He did?” Yunho meets his husband’s eyes, and you can see the nervous swell of emotion there.Â
“I’m not seeing other men,” you say it clearly, simply, and Yunho’s gaze snaps back to yours, “I haven’t for a long time. I have no interest in sleeping with or dating anyone else. I want to be with you and Hwa, for as long as it feels right for all of us. I love being with you both, and I would never, ever hurt either one of you like that.”Â
“Oh,” he can’t think of anything to say, but he lays a hand on your thigh warmly, giving it a squeeze.Â
“Men are going to flirt with me sometimes,” you continue, “and that’s all it is.”Â
He nods, and Seonghwa unwinds a hand from around you to rest on Yunho’s forearm. Yunho swallows hard and nods again, “I’m sorry, for everything I said,” he kisses the back of your hand, “you didn’t deserve any of it, sweetheart, and I’m sorry.”Â
“Thank you,” you murmur, your voice small, and you feel Seonghwa exhale behind you.Â
A beat passes and then you squeeze his hand again, “Yunho,”Â
He looks up to you, holding your gaze as you pull his hand forwards and press it to the waistband of your pants. His eyes flick down and you see the question is his gaze, “Will you take care of me tonight?”Â
Seonghwa loosens his hold and slips his hands to hold your waist, fingertips sliding along your bare skin, and you drop back against his chest.
Yunho looks hesitant for a moment, “Are you sure?”Â
“Please,” you nod, “I want you both, I want to show you what you mean to me,”Â
Yunho shakes his head slightly, “You don’t have to do that, I was wrong, not you,”Â
“No,” you pull him closer between your legs and he comes up off his heels so he can meet you eye to eye, “I want to.” You brush your hand along his jaw, “You didn’t even know I stopped seeing other people… I clearly haven’t shown you much I,” the word catches in your throat and suddenly you swallow it back, it’s something you can’t tell them. You’re together, yes, but the love that exists is between them. It was here before you and it will be here after you, and the night had been hard enough without adding your emotions into the mix. You recover smoothly, “How much I care about you.”Â
Yunho nods, and Seonghwa presses his lips to your temple before he says, “We’ll show you too,”Â
Yunho’s fingers dip into the waistband of your pants, keeping his eyes on you as he slips them back off while Seonghwa maneuvers your shirt off over your head. Yunho pulls you forwards into a kiss, tender and slow, his hands coasting up and down your bare thighs.Â
Behind you, Seonghwa unbuttons the rest of his shirt and tosses it aside. “Lie back,” he runs a hand up your spine and you comply, separating your lips from Yunho’s. Seonghwa widens his legs, and Yunho understands immediately where this is going, gently taking each of your legs and hooking them over Seonghwa’s thighs, holding you open wide for him.Â
“Here we go,” Seonghwa soothes, leaning back onto a forearm into a reclined position, “how’s that?”Â
He’s always so attentive, warm and concerned for your comfort, and you smile, “Perfect,”Â
“Baby,” Seonghwa says, directed to Yunho, “take care of our pretty girl, will you?”Â
His words make you twitch against him and Seonghwa hums against your back. Yunho shifts forwards, dipping down low to kiss along your inner thighs, his teeth dragging along your sensitive flesh lightly and making your legs quiver.Â
He traces a finger along your slit, teasing gently and earning little pants and sighs from your lips. As Yunho teases, the softest brushes of his finger tip on your clit, Seonghwa reaches around with one arm and cups your breast, holding it in his warm palm.Â
“Please, don’t tease me,” you look down between your legs at Yunho. He smiles, leaning back immediately at your words and you clench. He runs a hand through his wet hair to push it out of his eyes and sinks deeper into his position kneeling between your open legs. It’s moments like this you savor, the anticipation of the night to come bubbling in your chest and the way they look at you. It’s the most honest thing you’ve ever had.Â
“Don’t tease you?” Yunho’s lip quirks up, his hand falling away from your core.Â
He wants you to whine, he wants to watch you breathless and desperate and aching for something inside you, and he drops his hands into his lap, ready to make you.Â
“Hmm,” Seonghwa hums from behind you, the vibrations from his deep tone echoing through you, “I said take care of her,”Â
“I know,” Yunho says, his eyes still locked on yours.Â
“She needs something to touch her,” Seonghwa sighs, now shifting to tease you too, “look at how needy our pretty girl is,”Â
Your hips jerk at his words, fingers tightening on whatever part of Seonghwa you can hold, and Yunho smiles, nodding, “Should we ask her what she wants? Or should we just give it to her?”Â
A quiet whine slips from your lips and Seonghwa kisses your temple softly, “We know what she needs,”Â
“Please,” the word a whisper.Â
Seonghwa slides his hand from your breast, coasting down your stomach and stroking the skin softly, “I didn’t hear you, darling,”Â
“Please,” you manage, a little louder, “Hwa, please touch me,”Â
“Very good,” he soothes, and he presses down with his fingers, sinking into your wet folds and parting them perfectly, his fingers rocking against your clit with a perfect and sudden rhythm.Â
Your hips draw back at the sudden sensation, moaning, and your hand slips off Seonghwa’s thigh to brace against the bed. Seonghwa doesn’t stop, and you shudder, the way that Yunho’s eyes darken as he watches knotting up a tense cord of sensation in your core.Â
Yunho bites his lower lip, an unconscious response as you writhe before him, and shifts his hand over the towel around his hips, parting it and starting to stroke his hardening cock. His eyes flick between Seonghwa’s hand on your warm core and your face, his hand working a steady rhythm to match Seonghwa’s.Â
“Such pretty little noises,” Seonghwa sighs, increasing the pressure of his fingers, and you inhale sharply, your hips jutting against his hand for the perfect pace.Â
“Fuck it,” Yunho dives forwards, pushing your legs apart further with his sure hands on your thighs, and licks a firm stripe up your slit, catching against Seonghwa’s fingers as he does before shifting lower on his knees to better position himself, devouring you.Â
You jerk back again, pressing hard against Seonghwa’s chest, your legs starting to quiver as you rapidly plunge to the edge of orgasm. You lock a hand in Yunho’s hair and he groans against you, his hands tightening almost painfully on your inner thighs. “Don’t stop,” you plead, “please, please, don’t stop,”Â
“We’ve got you,” Seonghwa’s voice is deep and steady in your ear and you pant out a moan.Â
You’re close, dangerously so, and at the sudden push of two of Yunho’s fingers inside of you, long and crooked up just right, your muscles flutter around him and you release, hard and shaking with a dizzy cry. Yunho pumps his fingers in and out of you steadily as you come, slowing down alongside Seonghwa when he knows you’re almost through it.Â
Your chest is heaving, and as your sensation comes back to you, all you can feel is their hands on your skin and the way they lovingly stroke it. Yunho has relaxed his grip on your legs, and he leans his cheek against your inner thigh, sighing against your skin and pressing a quick kiss to your flesh.Â
“There you are,” Seonghwa smiles, laughing a little, “I was afraid we broke you,”Â
You shake your head, but still can’t quite come up with anything to say. Yunho grins up at you, “We might have,”Â
They give you a few more moments, but eventually Yunho stands, stretching tall and the towel falls away from his hips. He reaches for you, carefully lifting you off of Seonghwa’s lap and putting you down on your feet, and you hold his biceps to catch your balance.Â
Seonghwa stands up behind you both, crossing to the other side of the bed, “Come and lie down for us, love,”Â
You shift back onto the bed, crawling across to where he’s standing. Seonghwa finally takes off the rest of his clothes, tossing them aside and he moves back to you, his cock red, straining, and aching to be touched. You settle on all fours at the edge of the bed, licking your lips and looking up at him with hooded eyes, “Like this?”Â
He shakes his head though, a small smile on his lips, pleased that you’re so ready and willing to relax into whatever they want you to be. “Let’s get you comfortable,” he brushes his hand along your cheek, his hands guiding you where he wants you, “lie back,”Â
He positions you flat on your back, the crown of your head at the edge of the bed. You’ve only done this position with them a handful of times, the first time a little terrifying when you ran out of air and spent fifteen minutes soothing your abused throat, both of them worried they had done too much. But you tried again, and after the third time you worked out a rhythm with them.Â
Yunho follows you onto the bed, and you lift your hips up when he presents you with the angled foam cushion that usually stays stowed under the bed. He tucks it under you, and the three of you move in sync to slide you so that your head is hanging off the edge of the mattress and your hips are lifted up and supported just right.Â
“Good?” Seonghwa checks, looking down at you.Â
“Mhm,” you nod, “let me just,” you shift a little on the cushion, and then nod again.Â
Yunho’s hands coast up your legs, massaging your pressure points a little, and then lifts your legs high. Holding your calves, he shifts forwards further and settles into a comfortable kneeling position, his hips now perfectly aligned with yours. He rests your legs up on his shoulders, and then looks down at you, squeezing one of your thighs in his broad hand. “Perfect,” he murmurs.Â
“Yunho,” you sigh, “come here,”Â
He pushes his hips forwards, the head of his cock pressed against your entrance. Your eyes flutter shut, and you let your head hang, your hands curling into the sheets underneath you and gripping them. He pushes in little by little, taking his time with you now, a little more gentle than normal and you suspect that has something to do with the way he fucked you in the kitchen.Â
You whine when he seats himself all the way, his body pressed flush with yours, and he groans tightly when he thrusts once, dropping his hands to hold you better, one hand on your hip and one around your opposite leg.Â
“Hwa,” he nods to his husband.Â
Seonghwa lifts your head with his hand, and you open your mouth readily, tongue pressed to the bottom of your mouth and relaxing your throat open. He positions himself and as you take a centering breath, he slides his cock through your lips, over your tongue, down your throat. He gives you a moment, making sure you’re comfortable, but when you tap his thigh to tell him you’re ready, he can’t hold back any longer.Â
Seonghwa moves first, picking up the pace of his thrusts fast. Your eyes squeeze shut so you can concentrate, tears gathering in the corners already from the overstimulation and limited air supply, but you breathe slowly in and out through your nose and keep your throat relaxed. You almost forget Yunho is inside you, you’re so focused on Seonghwa's thick length stretching open your throat. When Yunho draws his hips back and you feel the sensation of him dragging out of you, you make a muffled moan.Â
Yunho’s slower, but picks up the pace, and the sensation of his cockhead steadily stroking over your g-spot again and again has you moaning more, the sound cut off and garbled by Seonghwa’s cock.Â
“That’s our good girl,” Yunho’s voice is warm, honeyed and kind, despite the firm strike of his hips against yours now.Â
“Yes, she is,” Seonghwa slips his hand into your hair, bracing the back of your head as he continues fucking your throat, “so pretty taking us both,”Â
You whine at his words, hands tight in the sheets.Â
“Do you like being ours to use, baby?” Seonghwa groans as he feels the head of his cock connect with the soft spongy back of your throat, and the way it tightens at his words.Â
A hot flush runs through your body, a blush spreading up your chest and cheeks, and warm pleasure tightens in your belly. The sensations are overwhelming. Yunho’s hands holding you firm, the way your body stretches and shudders around his cock, Seonghwa’s crooning words, his praise at the way you’re offering yourself to him.Â
You feel yourself cresting again, dizzy and hot suddenly, and you tap Seonghwa’s thigh a few times in quick succession. He pulls out of your mouth quickly, still holding your head steady, and a desperate cry falls from your lips unobstructed. You blink up at Yunho, “Harder,” you beg him, as if you can almost reach out and touch your pleasure, only needing a little more, “please,”Â
He’s panting, a glisten of sweat across his chest, and he twists his head to the side to kiss your calf before he tightens his hold and draws out, forcefully pushing back inside you and knocking you back on the cushion as he does.Â
“Fuck,” you moan, “I’m close,”Â
Seonghwa drops to a crouch, holding your head steady in his hand so you don’t have to support yourself and kissing your head, “What a mess he’s making of you,” he says, low and pointed in your ear.Â
“Oh god,” your body is trembling despite the way you’re held in place, and your mouth drops open.Â
“Fuck,” Yunho groans, still thrusting into you, hips crashing against yours like a drumbeat, “fuck, baby,”Â
With your eyes on Yunho and Seonghwa murmuring in your ear, your body locks up. You curl forwards, twisting on the bed with the sudden rush of pleasure and Yunho slips his cock free, letting you pull away from him. You’re shaking when he eases his legs off your shoulders, and you look to him immediately. He’s still rock hard, glistening with your slick arousal but still desperate and straining. Both of them still need to come, and despite being a shuddering mess, you want them again.Â
Yunho rocks back and out of his kneeling crouch, stretching his legs out long in front of him and you watch him make a slight wince from his knees being bent for so long. Yunho relaxes against the pillows and smiles over at you. Seonghwa strokes your cheek once more, and then moves to settle next to Yunho on the bed, laying long next to him, his still hard cock resting on his husband’s thigh.Â
If you had to guess, after the evening you had earlier, they probably both assume you aren’t going to want to try something new, but you do. You’ve wanted them both for months now. You pull yourself up and sigh, a laugh on your lips as you realize just how fucked out you must look.Â
“Doing okay?” Seonghwa checks, always wary after taking you so roughly.Â
You clear your throat, and though it feels a little tight, you’re fine. You smile and nod, “I’m good,”Â
Yunho swallows, and opens his mouth to say something but you’ve already started to move forwards, pulling yourself up on his chest and meeting eye to eye. He chuckles and runs a hand up your bare back, “Hey, sweetheart,”Â
“Hey,” you kiss him softly.Â
“What are you thinking?” He smiles, “You have a look,”Â
“Let’s try,” You murmur, pecking his lips again and reaching for Seonghwa.Â
Yunho’s hand stills and he pulls away to get a better look at you, “Tonight?”Â
You shrug, trying to keep things light despite the nervous flutter inside you, “Yeah, I mean, that was the plan,”Â
Yunho still seems hesitant but Seonghwa leans in and captures your lips, kissing you tenderly and tracing his fingers across your bare skin, “If you’re ready,”Â
You nod, and when both of you shift to look at Yunho, he sighs. He’s always been a bit nervous about both of them fucking you at the same time, concious that it might be uncomfortable or even hurt, but you know you’ll be fine. After months of getting comfortable size training with plugs and experimenting with them both, it’s just a matter of you all saying yes at the same time.Â
Yunho nods and Seonghwa smiles, hopping up off the bed so he can go to his nightstand and locate a bottle of lubricant. Yunho positions himself a little better, reclined with his legs wide, but still largely seated against the headboard, and then he pats his thigh.Â
You move to straddle him, holding yourself up on your knees and sinking down onto his cock again, shuddering at the full feeling.Â
“Let’s take our time,” Seonghwa says as he climbs back on the bed and settles behind you, both of you now effectively straddling Yunho’s hips.Â
You nod, turning to look over your shoulder, “So… how should we do this?”Â
Seonghwa drops a kiss on your shoulder, “Don’t be nervous,” he wraps his arms around you, tucking you into his chest tenderly and settles his hands over your stomach. “You’re trembling,” he observes.
Yunho’s hands run up the length of your thighs, back up and down to calm you, “We’ll take care of you,” he soothes, “we always do.”Â
“I know,” you murmur, and let your head fall back against Seonghwa’s shoulder.Â
“Hwa,” Yunho looks over you to his husband, “she needs a little warming up,”Â
You nod, and Seonghwa kisses your skin again, “Touch her, make sure she’s wet,” he kisses you again, “I’ll do the rest,”Â
The hold you, pliable between them, and you can do nothing but let them. Yunho presses his thumb to your swollen clit and starts to rock it in circles, groaning a little when your walls contract in response on his cock inside you. Seonghwa spends time kissing you, his breath tickling your skin as he sucks softly on your neck, one hand moving up so he can flick your nipple slowly.Â
You gasp, your body jerking lightly on its own, bouncing only an inch or so up on Yunho, but he nods, “That’s good, you can move,”Â
With slow movements you start to lift yourself up and sink back down, fluttering warmth through your body and getting you fully accustomed to his size in this new position. You stay like this for a few moments, Yunho groaning softly below you, Seonghwa tenderly caressing your skin.Â
You barely catch the look they give each other, but then Seonghwa leans back from you and Yunho reaches up, “Come here, baby,” he murmurs, pushing your hair over your shoulder as you lean over him. Yunho kisses you, tongue flicking against yours while he holds you steady.Â
Seonghwa cups your ass with one hand and squeezes, kneading your soft flesh gently with soothing touches. You make a noise of surprise against Yunho’s lips when Seonghwa finally presses his fingertip to the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks.Â
“Just relax,” Seonghwa pets you softly, “we’ve done this part before,”Â
You sigh, dropping your head to Yunho’s chest, “I know, I’m good,”Â
Seonghwa’s slow, practiced at making sure you feel no pain and you’re properly worked open before he even thinks about fucking you. His fingers are coated in warming lubricant and by the time he’s inserted two inside you and started to scissor them, you’re panting, “Please, I’m ready,”Â
“Okay,” Seonghwa kisses your shoulder, “You feel good?”Â
“Mm,” you nod against Yunho’s chest and he strokes his hand through your hair.Â
Seonghwa shifts behind you and you hear him uncap the bottle of lubricant again, when he shuffles close the head of his cock brushes against your ass cheek and you inhale sharply. You’re starting to feel desperate. Seonghwa strokes your hip, calm and steady, and before you know it the head of his cock is pushing inside you. You gasp against Yunho, your fingers tightening on him at the surprising sensation.Â
“There we go,” Seonghwa says softly, sliding in another inch, “how about now?”Â
“More,” you nod, “you feel amazing,”Â
Yunho chuckles below you, “That good?”Â
“You have no idea,” you groan as Seonghwa moves again, this time pushing more, and he must be nearly all the way inside you now.Â
“Fuck,” he breathes behind you, his hand suddenly tight on your hips.Â
“Are you okay?” You glance back, but the expression on Seonghwa’s face is nothing but pure pleasure.Â
“You’re so tight,” he groans again as he thrusts his cock just a little more, “Yunho… you’re,”Â
“I know,” Yunho lets out a deep exhale and you shift around to look up at him.Â
“Does it feel different for you too?”Â
Yunho can only nod, biting his lip when Seonghwa finally thrusts again, this time fully pressed inside you and choke out a sudden moan, pulled from somewhere deep inside you at the sudden buzzing sensation in your belly.Â
“Still good?” Seonghwa checks, his voice strained.Â
“Yes, fuck yes,”Â
“Thank fuck,” Yunho manages, “this is too good,”Â
“I need somebody to move,” your hips shift back as if to draw them both deeper and they both make their own little noises of surprised pleasure.Â
“You first,” Yunho says to Seonghwa, “let’s see if that still feels good,”Â
You lean up, perched on Yunho’s chest, and Seonghwa kisses your shoulder once again before leaning back and starting to thrust. The first drag of his cock out and back in has you dizzy already, you’ve never felt so full. Combined like this they have your body stretched wide, but you can take it, and with every movement your muscles start to relax further.Â
“Yunho,” your voice a tight whine.Â
His eyes flick back to your face, “Baby?”
“I need you,”
“Are you,”Â
“Don’t ask me if I’m sure,” your voice caught in a moan, “please just fuck me,”Â
The switch flips instantly, “Hwa, stop,”Â
“Why?” You blink your eyes open.Â
Seonghwa stops moving but Yunho smiles at you, “Come here, hold yourself up a bit,” he prompts you and with his help you shift your hips higher. Yunho plants his feet on the bed and uses the leverage to pulse up once, an experimental thrust at this angle and you grip his shoulders.Â
“Stay just like that for me,” Yunho holds your waist, his gaze darkening and he smiles up at you, “be a good girl and we’ll give you everything,”Â
Seonghwa pants pleasantly behind you, humming a soft moan and as your eyes flutter shut they start to work in tandem. If you thought you were stretched before, full before, anything at all before this sensation, you were wrong. You almost lose your grip on Yunho and fall forwards but he won’t let you go.Â
“I always knew you could take us,” Seonghwa groans, “but feeling it?”Â
You mumble, incoherent words caught in pleasure.Â
“Look at you,” Yunho reaches to cup your face, his thumb flicking along your bottom lip where your mouth hangs open, “You were made for us,”Â
Hot pleasure expands inside you, the feeling rising up your chest and into your throat and your body trembles between them, sweat slick now and aching but you never want this to end. His words pull another whining cry and his brows knit together as they fuck you.Â
“This little body,” he pants, “molded just for us,”Â
“Yunho!” your hands tighten on his chest.Â
The pace increases, and that’s when it all falls apart inside you. It feels suddenly like tumbling, like you were building up to a perfect pressure and then a snap cracks apart inside you, a weightless blurry feeling to your limbs and a sudden heat flooding up your cheeks.
“I’m going to come,” you hear Seonghwa groan behind you as your muscles lock down around them.Â
Yunho locks his hand over his husband’s where it’s anchored on your hip, “Fuck yes, baby, fill up our girl,”Â
When Seonghwa comes it’s with a hard thrust, pushing you forwards on Yunho and only extending your orgasm, leaving you shaking, quivering and confused. Your ears are ringing, and when Seonghwa pulls out of you with a groan the sound that leaves you is panicked and tight.Â
“Shh,” Yunho murmurs, soothing you.Â
With Seonghwa shifting away, Yunho holds you to his chest and rolls you over smoothly, keeping himself locked inside you as he does. On your back your legs fall open, your muscles spent, and he kisses you again, Seonghwa moving to lay next to you both.Â
“I can’t,” everything feels fuzzy, your orgasm leaving you tender and raw.Â
“Come here, my love,” Yunho murmurs, holding you close as he rolls his hips into you at a slower pace.Â
He’s never called you that before, and through the fog you meet his eyes, shining and warm. Seonghwa shifts closer, reaching between you to cup your cheek. “Our beautiful girl,” he sighs.Â
Yunho grunts at a particularly forward thrust and catches your eyes again, “Can I have you?” He must be close, but the slow pace he’s keeping up for your comfort isn’t enough, and you nod quickly.Â
“Always,” you manage, “I’m yours,”Â
His eyes snap shut and he drops over you, fucking you faster and finding the right friction for himself. You hold on, gripping him tightly and Seonghwa shifts, kissing Yunho’s arm, his shoulder, stroking his back and tenderly coaxing him to release.
“You’re ours,” Yunho pants in your ear, and you shudder against him, “you belong to us, baby,”
You nod against him, “Yes, yes,” you’re overstimulated but still feeling lights of pleasure up your spine and you moan, biting your lip and your eyes slipping shut.Â
“Say it,” he begs you, “please,”Â
His words from earlier echo through your mind - Aren’t we enough?Â
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your lips against his ear, “I’m yours, I belong to you, baby. Only you,”Â
He comes with a stuttered cry, falling over you, his cheek against the mattress next to your head, breath shuddering. His weight on top of you quickly becomes too much and you tap his side. Yunho shifts off, pulling his now softening cock free, and for the first time you feel a chill, utterly empty at the loss of them.Â
Seonghwa notices your expression immediately, sliding down the bed and finding your eyes, “Are you alright?”Â
You nod, and emotion catches in your throat, “Yes, but will you hold me please?”Â
Yunho shifts around at the tone of your voice, and they both move in, cradling your body between them.Â
Yunho strokes your hair, “What’s wrong, my love?” The first time you weren’t sure you heard it right, but you must have. You’ve only ever heard him call Seonghwa that.Â
You push those feelings to the side for a moment and snuggle into Seonghwa’s chest, tugging Yunho’s hand so he’ll come closer and spoon you better from behind. “I just feel like I need you close,” you try to explain, “it was so much and then you weren’t there,”Â
“We are,” Seonghwa hugs you closer, “I promise you we are,”Â
You rest like this. It takes time for the feeling to come back to your body and for your mind to come through the fog, for the emotions that suddenly welled up to recede again. Seonghwa’s humming softly when you stop drifting in and out of sleep, his fingers in your hair.Â
You sigh heavily against his chest, and Yunho shifts behind you, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. “Baby?”Â
“Hi,” you breathe, and you kiss Seonghwa’s chest before you roll to your back between them.Â
“How are you?” Seonghwa asks first.Â
“Exhausted,” you smile, “but that was so perfect,”Â
“Good,” Seonghwa kisses your palm and goes back to playing with your fingers gently, “we should get you washed up and get some food in you,”Â
“Mm,” you stretch, testing out your limbs and the little aches of your body, “I don’t think I’ll ever make it out of this bed,”Â
Yunho grins, “Come on, I’ll even keep you company,” he kisses you quick and stands, holding out a hand for you.Â
Seonghwa sighs, “I’m going to warm up dinner again, I’ll shower after you.”Â
“Oh,” You twist to look at him, “you’re not coming?”Â
“I can,” he smiles, “do you want me to?”Â
“Please,”Â
Behind you the sound of the shower turns on and you know Yunho is warming up the water for you like he always does. Seonghwa touches your cheek softly, and pulls himself out of bed to locate his boxers, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll go preheat the oven and put the dinner in, and then I’ll come meet you in the shower. Is that okay?”Â
“Yeah,” you sigh, “that’s good. I just want to be together tonight,”Â
“I know,” he says, “I won’t take long, I promise.”
“Shower’s ready,” Yunho calls, and you stretch your tired limbs to stand and meet him. Your body feels sore, but in a good way.Â
You meet Yunho in the bathroom, and he brings you up for a kiss, stroking your cheek gently before moving back the shower curtain and helping you step in. He dips you back into the warm spray, taking care with you as he scrubs you clean, somewhat of a post-coital ritual now in your lives.Â
“I’m sorry about earlier,” he says quietly.Â
“Yunho,” you rest a hand on his chest, “you don’t have to apologize again,”Â
“I know,” he nods, “but I still never should have spoken to you that way, treated you that way. I was jealous, and I let it get to me,”Â
You nod, rubbing his chest softly, feeling his heart thumping under your hand, “It’s okay,”Â
“It’s not,” he shakes his head, “and I’m not normally like that. I don’t like that side of me, but when it comes to people I love, I don’t always make the best judgment calls.”Â
The word hangs there between you, and he doesn’t even know he’s said it. He reaches for the shampoo like nothing, but you’re frozen, a knot tight in your gut. He glances and sees your expression, tipping some of the shampoo in his hand, “What?”Â
“You love me?”Â
His eyes widen, realizing his mistake, “I didn’t mean to say it like that,” he swallows tightly and nods, “but yes,”Â
Tears prick at the back of your eyes suddenly, “What about Hwa?”Â
Yunho grins, laughing at your terrified expression, “We both love you,”Â
“You do?”Â
“Yes,” he drops the bottle, letting the water wash his hand clean and pulling you in, “We weren’t sure when to tell you,”
“But what about,” you pull his hand to yours, your finger running over his ring.
“We’ll figure it out,” he shrugs, “none of that matters, we feel how we feel.”Â
You dip forwards and rest your head on his chest, he wraps his arms around you snugly and sighs. “Yunho,” you murmur, “I love you too,”Â
He kisses your head sinking into your touch, the nervous knot in his own gut dissipating with your words. A quiet knock sounds on the wall by the shower and Seonghwa’s voice floats in with the steam, “Can I come in?”Â
“Yep,” Yunho’s voice cracks above you, and for a split second you think there might have been tears in his eyes but he clears his throat and recovers well if there were. Seonghwa steps in, relaxing into the hot spray and looks at you both.Â
“What did I miss?” he looks between you.Â
You can’t help but grin, they love you. Seonghwa’s warm round eyes assess you and he smiles, still trying to work it out, “What’s with you?”Â
Yunho opens his mouth to cut in, but you get there first, “I love you.”Â
Seonghwa stills, eyes flicking to his husband and then back to you.
“It’s okay,” Yunho rests a hand on his arm, “I told her,”Â
You step closer, wrapping an arm around Seonghwa and tucking in close, “He told me you love me, that you both do,”Â
“Oh,” he wraps his arms around you, “well then,” his voice a whisper.
Yunho rests a hand on your back, dipping down to kiss Seonghwa softly, an apology in his expression at the timing but it barely matters. Seonghwa had thought about planning something special, but in the end if you were together that was surely enough. He murmurs his love low in your ear, pulling you up for a kiss and holding you close.Â
Under the warm water, both of your boys wrap themselves around you. Breathing steadily together and intertwining your fingers, hot kisses saying everything you’re not sure how to put into words yet. They give you dinner like always, and brush out your hair. They cuddle and caress you and each other on the couch later as you relax, and then ask you about your work week ahead. They spoon you in bed, and ease you asleep, just like always, and in the morning you know for sure, you’re staying for good this time.Â
Obsessive | Kang Yeosang | pt. 2
Parts âžž [one] [two] [three] [four]

Pairing âžž 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 âžž enemies to lovers au, friends with benefits, party au, college au, smut, fluff, slight angst
Series Warnings/tags âžž 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 âžž 3.6k
Taglist âžž @atinywhore @ch0isa99ie @yeosangsbiceps @hongshines
Part 2

The smell of alcohol and the slight buzz of the music through the speakers filled your senses as you walked into the party. It was being held in someone’s huge apartment outside campus, and the only reason you were here was to get laid.Â
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| in love and lore | sparring headcanons |
okay, so no one asked for this, but....
i always planned on the boys eventually teaching mc to fight, and after this ask, these thoughts have been living rent free in my head. i may or may not have also worked on these instead editing the next chapter, but wanted to share these with you too. maybe, it’ll serve as something short and sweet until the next chapter?? which should still come out here in a few days. anyways, i hope you enjoy! :)
(individuals below cut)
also, if any of you are new, these are some headcanons based on my fic i'm currently writing. if you wanna check out, the link to the masterlist will be just below.
| in love and lore |
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let’s be honest, they were all surprised when you came to them asking to learn how to fight.
you’re not a violent person and has always been against violence in the past, so you saying you wanted to learn how to fight was surprising.
you may insist it’s purely for self-defense (you can’t always rely on them to save you, despite their insistence they can and will) but it still sparks some interest in them.
okay, maybe a more than just some interest.
they still want you to lean on them for protection, but man the thought of you in battle really does something to them.
jongho
jongho is the best fighter out of all of them, and the one you’re the most comfortable with in the beginning, so he’s tasked with starting your training.
he really is a good teacher, but can be a bit hesitant at times.
he just really doesn’t want to hurt you!
freaks out the first time he accidentally injures you bad enough to leave a mark.
you wave his concern away, healing it in a matter of seconds, but it still worries him and he’ll start pulling back again much to your frustration.
despite the annoyance of treating you like glass sometimes, he’s still one of your go to sparring buddies.
though sometimes he does prefer watching and teaching you from the side.
go ahead and spar with someone else and he'll give you pointers.
as long as it's one of the others though, he wouldn't dare let anyone else spar and potentially hurt you.
if the others don't mind giving you a few scrapes and bruises, he'll let them.
and he'll always be waiting on the side with some water and praise, telling you just how good you're doing.
yeosang
yeosang is also a little hesitant when it comes to you.
prefers doing archery with you than sparring since that’s what he excels at.
100% will take advantage of teaching you to shoot as a means to get close to you.
mentally and physically.
will definitely pull the move of putting his arms around you to guide your movements.
may or may not use his ability every once in a while to make you think you’re doing bad as an excuse to get in close once more to help see what you’re doing wrong.
what you don’t know won’t kill you after all
though he knows you’ll kill him if you ever find out, so better make sure you never find out
will ask to make a competition out of it.
you’ll take it up on him occasionally, but refuse to take him up on his attempt to give the winner a favor/reward
nope, you're not falling for that.
he’ll try to let you win occasionally to bode you into accepting his offer, but you’re not an idiot.
you know exactly what he's doing.
that's okay, though. he'll get you to accept one of these days. he's just got to be patient
hongjoong
you were really intimidated the first time hongjoong wanted to spar with you.
it was bad enough when he would watch you with the others, but sparring with him was something else altogether.
doesn’t use his full potential, but not as hesitant as some of the others.
and once you grow more comfortable around him, fights get a little more interesting.
definitely the most heated out of all on them.
the first time you land a blow on him, you get so excited, knowing you actually did that and it wasn’t him just going easy on you.
may or may not rub it in his face and proceed to get a flurry of hits coming back at you in your distraction in retaliation.
of course, he feels bad when he injures you, but the way you pout is so enticing.
and not to mention he’s always there to offer to massage your sore muscles for you afterwards.
you refuse, but the flustered state it leaves you in has him repeating the offer.
but he really is proud of you and loves seeing how proud you are of yourself.
that and now he has an excuse to drink your blood, something he would never turn down.
now he’s just waiting for the day you’re comfortable enough to take him up on his offer.
wooyoung
smug bastard.
uses it as an excuse to just tease you.
doesn’t even try to hide his intentions and will do and say anything to rile you up.
his haladies mean he’s used to fighting up close and personal, and he’s more than happy to get in close with you.
genuinely just wants to spar with you to get you flustered.
you know this, but you’re also determined to wipe that smug look off his face by beating him.
whether or not you’ll ever achieve that though, who knows.
may or may not use his weapons against your clothing.
never in any intimate places, of course, he respects you too much for that.
but there’s no harm in showing a little skin, is there??
it’s a good thing you’re clueless or he knows you would kill him.
will never let you win a fight, but will let you injure him.
anything to have a taste of your sweet, sweet blood.
that and he loves the faces you make when you think you're going to win only for him to swiftly turn the tables back on you.
you know full well what his intentions are, but the longest you lasted was one day before you gave in.
if only to shut him up from all the complaining he was doing.
san
san is always down to spar with you.
in fact, he’s down there in the fields even when you’re not sparring with him.
he can’t help it though, he loves seeing you with a weapon in hand.
doesn’t tease you as much as wooyoung does, but succeeds in getting you riled up in other ways.
is it hot outside today, or is it just san??
oh well, he better take his shirt off and make sure he doesn’t overheat.
most likely to pull this move when your sparring with someone else.
you do your best to ignore him, but he can see the way your cheeks tint.
and the way you falter in your next move.
as much as he enjoys watching you though, he loves it if you watch him.
can and will get the majority of the others in on his antics, and absolutely relishes if you were to sit and watch him spar with one of them.
and if san is out there shirtless, you can guarantee he won’t be the only one for long.
may or may not get so caught up in trying to impress you that he and the others won’t have noticed you weren't even there anymore.
but that’s okay.
the way you’re struggling to hide the emotions running through you from the bond tells him and the others everything they need to know.
yunho
yunho is also hesitant when it comes to sparring.
honestly, the best teacher out of all of them, especially when he realizes it’s a great excuse to get in close to you.
oh, your posture isn’t right??
yunho’s there with a gentle hand at your back to fix it for you.
is your grip on your weapon wrong??
yunho is also there to fix it for you, guiding your body through the motions a few times before continuing the fight.
if you’re frustrated and need something to work your emotions out, he’s also you guy.
will let you beat your frustrations out on him before offering you emotional support in the end.
fights usually end with the two of you laying on the ground, exhausted, both mentally and physically.
loves how bashful you get afterwards, apologizing for dumping your life on him.
but yunho wouldn’t have it any other way, absolutely loving that you would open up to him in such a way.
mingi
mingi is one of your favorites to spar with.
though his expertise is in throwing weapons, it didn't take long to begin sticking with weaponry that stays in your hands.
you both had come to that agreement after the first few times he had tried to reach you to use his chakrams.
even without his ability, mingi’s aim was near perfect.
yours on the other hand, not so much.
he freaked out the first time you accidentally cut yourself on them.
he wanted to stop there, but you simply waved him away as you healed it.
the time you hit mingi though was a different story.
this time you were the one freaking out, mingi, on the other hand, relished the reaction it pulled from you.
if the way you looked at him wasn’t enough, it was you quickly offering up your blood to heal him.
and who was he to turn you down on such a sweet offer.
he's also a bit like san in the way he loves having you watch him.
the way you obsess over the chakrams after realizing how hard they really are is just too sweet.
the compliments, the praise.
it makes him melt.
seonghwa
not as playful or teasing as wooyoung and san can be, but pretty damn close.
it just depends on his mood
you can always count on him to use his ability to his advantage.
so much so, that you won’t spar with him anymore unless he doesn’t use his ability.
at times he really will try and help you hone your skills, pausing every now and then to help you fix your posture or point out the best way to counter.
but other times, he’s just there to get you all riled up.
will use his ability to pop up right behind you, whisper some teasing comment in your ear before teleporting away before you have time to retaliate.
but even when you don't allow him to use his ability, he's just as bad.
it gives him an excuse to stay up close, which is almost just as bad.
doesn’t have an issue with injuring you like most of the others.
would never do anything to seriously wound you, but just a few cuts here and there with his daggers.
after all, he knows you can just heal them up anyways.
and he can get a taste of your blood that stains his daggers
i hope you all enjoyed! i know i had fun writing them. if you liked this sort of post and want anything more like it, feel free to send an ask my way!
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.Â
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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