The Duke's Weakness

The Duke's Weakness

Pairing: duke!Yunho x dancer!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

'Crazy Form' Comeback Special Series | Hongjoong | Seonghwa | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho |

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"May I have the pleasure of this dance, my lady?"

Your eyes widened when you turned around to see none other than Duke Jung Yunho, the second most eligible bachelor in Wonderland after the recently engaged crown prince.

In surprise, you quickly curtsied and replied, "But sire, you mustn't. I'm no lady—"

It was against the rules for you to dance with any lords or noblemen at the ball. After all, you were simply a hired dancer meant to entertain at such grand events.

Yunho, undeterred, smiled cheekily as he extended his hand, waiting patiently, "Not a lady, you say? You do possess the anatomy of one, though, don't you?"

Blushing, you stammered, "W-well, of course, I do, my lord. But that's not what I meant—"

Amused by your flustered response, the duke gestured towards his outstretched hand, "Then please, my lady, I wish to dance with you. Unless you refuse, I will respect your decision."

In a panicked state, you shook your head and quickly placed your hand in his, "N-no! It would be an honour, my lord."

You couldn't ignore the watchful gazes fixed upon the two of you as Yunho gracefully led you into his embrace, twirling you around the grand hall. Sensing the scrutiny, you squirmed slightly, acutely aware of the potential controversy surrounding a man of his status dancing with a peasant like yourself.

"Hey, look at me. Only me. Don't mind them; none of these people matter as long as I'm here," His reassuring words made your heart skip a beat, and you responded with a breathless, "Yes, my lord."

His words had a magical effect, diverting your attention from the envious glares of women and the judgemental stares of men.

As you locked eyes with his gentle gaze, you wondered why people labelled him as the strict and cold-hearted Duke. Yunho inherited his father's title at a young age, and he hasn't been the same ever since. Ruling with an iron fist, he defied societal expectations by refusing to marry despite the persistent stream of candidates presented to him each year.

His reputation preceded him, and your knowledge of him was limited to what most people knew. You've encountered him multiple times at events, you as the performer and him as a distinguished guest.

Tonight, however, he played the role of the ball's host, an attempt orchestrated by his mother to find him a suitable bride. But he remained steadfast in his defiance, his attention solely fixed on his favourite dancer who had captured his interest at every ball and ceremony—you.

In truth, Yunho's struggle with his identity began in earnest after his father's passing, burdening him with responsibilities far too heavy for a child. Forced into the role of a duke, he became little more than a puppet, dutifully following his mother's directives.

Beneath his seemingly detached exterior simmered a reservoir of anger, a lamentation for the childhood he had lost. Deprived of a voice in his younger years, his subsequent decisions reflected a rebellion against his constrained past, resulting in a ruling style that was borderline tyrannical.

For the longest time, he had lost hope and found it difficult to see the beauty in life. But everything changed when he first laid eyes on you. Beyond your physical beauty, the genuine joy radiating from your eyes as you indulged in your passion for dancing captivated him. He saw something ethereal and was determined to shield the childlike innocence that still sparkled in your gaze from potential harm.

Contrary to popular belief, the duke had a weakness that surfaced consistently in the presence of a mere dancer at every event. Tired of his mother's incessant prodding, he had decided to marry as she wished. But he had a very different plan in mind: he would not be choosing from the noblewomen invited to the ball.

Unable to contain the questions swirling in your mind, you mustered the courage to speak, "My lord, if I may ask a question," He nodded, "Please, just Yunho will do."

Your eyes widened at the informality, "But, my lord—" The duke gently silenced you with a finger pressed to your lips, "No 'buts.' Now, ask away."

Taking a deep breath, you cleared your throat before voicing your inquiry, "Y-Yunho, sire, you must be aware that I'm not a noblewoman of any sort, yes? Why would you want to dance with someone as humble as myself? Wouldn't this affect your reputation?"

He flashed a mischievous grin, tightening his hold on your waist and pulling you closer, your foreheads now touching, "My lady, I won't allow you to belittle yourself like that. Let it be known that I've been admiring you since your very first performance."

Your cheeks flushed at the realisation that he had been watching you from the start, "And now, I find myself admiring you even more for the genuine concern about my reputation. I could use a wife like you."

The final sentence nearly caused your heart to stop, halting your feet and leaving the two of you at the centre of the dance floor, all eyes focused on you, "This isn't funny, Yunho. You shouldn't joke about such matters—"

His hand gently cupped your cheek, interrupting your protest, "I am not joking, my lady. If I were to propose right now, would you agree to be my bride?" Despite your initial disbelief, the vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes persuaded you that he was indeed serious.

Anxiety etched his features as you remained silent; his thumb soothingly stroked your cheek, "I know you're scared and confused, but I swear on my life, I will make you happy. So, tell me, my dear, would you be mine?" Unable to trust your voice, you simply nodded, prompting an instant, wide smile to grace his face.

At that moment, he caught the familiar sound of his mother's approaching footsteps, storming over to intervene, "Yunho, my son—" With a sly smirk, he gracefully dropped to one knee in front of you, drawing gasps from the surrounding onlookers, "My lady, would you allow this duke the honour of being your husband?"

This dramatic gesture served a dual purpose: demanding respect for you as his chosen one and signalling his defiance to his mother and everyone else present.

Feeling the intensity of the penetrating glares, you hesitated momentarily, but the gentle squeeze of your hand reassured you. With a firm nod, you affirmed, "Yes, my lord. I'd be delighted to have you."

Without hesitation, he swiftly pulled you into his arms, his words a whispered promise in your ear, "I'm well aware that my reputation may not be the best, but I will be good to you, my duchess. You have my word." Your heart melted at the sincerity behind those words, and he sealed the deal with a kiss on your lips.

By the end of the night, you would come to realise that your trust in him was well-founded. In only a brief span, this man has shown you more respect than anyone ever had throughout your entire life.

It became abundantly clear that any woman thinking they stood a chance with Yunho was sorely mistaken, for the duke only has eyes for you—his one and only weakness.

Y'all, Wooyoung was initially meant to be the duke. But the more I looked at that photo of Yunho, it was almost like he was telling me this role belonged to him lmao.

Thank you for reading and as always, let me know your thoughts! <3

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Drunk Confessions (Jongho)

She fell but he fell harder as they say.

Notes: CEO jongho, reader gets drunk, jealous reader, jongho is secretly whipped for you.

Chapter 1 (chapter two with smut in the works)

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“Y/n, you coming?” You snapped out of your daze and looked up at Yunho who was standing beside you “oh, um where?” You were so distracted that you didn’t realize what he was talking about before the question “Karaoke night? We’re heading out now but wanted to see if you’d be coming along.” You looked over at Jongho who was sitting at his desk finishing up a phone call, his office door was wide open as it was the end of the work day and everyone was starting to head home. Yunho noticed you looking over at him and chuckled “wondering if he’s coming along?” You awkwardly Avert your gaze and stand up, avoiding his gaze “Ah no, course not..” he gives you a look of suspicion and playfully hits your shoulder “you definitely are, we invited him but he hasn’t gotten back to us, who knows maybe he’ll tag along.” Just then the two of you are interrupted by jongho who makes himself comfortable between you. “And speak of the devil, y/n me and everyone else are gonna head over to the place, catch up with us when you can.” With that he grins at you for a split second before walking away. The office space clears out and now it’s just you and jongho “did you need something sir?” He blushes but there’s hints of embarrassment “You don’t have to call me sir all the time, we’re friends aren’t we?” You nod in response and he smiles “I approached you because I had something to ask,” “I was wondering if you’d be my plus one, my cousin is getting married and in the invitation it said I should bring a date, I wasn’t really interested in asking anyone else in the office.”

For a few years now you’ve had a crush on jongho and thought of confessing a couple of times but it never went anywhere. You were afraid of ruining the friendship you have now, you were afraid of the rejection you might receive because he’s your boss and the relationship shouldn’t go past just being friends. Though you couldn’t just keep your feelings to yourself, instead of saying how you felt to his face you would slip small love letters under his office door when you knew he wasn’t in there and was taking a coffee break. You figured he didn’t know it was you doing it because not once had he approached you about it and it seemed like he was respecting the anonymity. “Of course, I’d love to go, May I ask when is it?” Jongho gives a warm smile, he seems satisfied and pretty happy with the fact that you agreed “Good, Good I’ll message you the details.” He checks his phone “it’s getting to be late, I should head home, need a ride to the karaoke bar?” You’re a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be joining but perhaps it was best he didn’t see you in your drunk state, better yet he shouldn’t have to suffer through hearing you sing, that right there could turn any man away. “I’d appreciate a ride, yes.” You grabbed your purse off of your desk and the two of you had finally left, heading to his car. Whilst walking to the elevator and waiting Jongho took an envelope out of his bag and your eyes widened when you realized it was your love letter.

You don’t know why, but it felt so weird and so terrifying watching him open it and read it in your presence. You could see he was visibly giving an awkward expression which had you nervous “is something wrong?” You had to get to the bottom of it before it starts to eat you alive during karaoke. He slips the letter back into his bag and tries to cover up the reaction with a smile “it’s nothing, it’s just this person seems to be very infatuated with me..I don’t really know how to feel.” There was clear embarrassment on your face as you broke eye contact with him, the elevator dinging as the doors opened. The two of you walked inside and Jongho sighs “I wish they’d confess to me, face to face.” “You could just check the security cameras.” Y/n shut up, you’re making things worse for yourself “I’ve thought about it, but they seem to care about being anonymous and I have to respect that.” To be honest, it was sort of sweet that he cared enough to respect your anonymity, things like that only make him 10 times more attractive than he already is. Once the two of you exit the building and reach his car, he opens the door and immediately he’s greeted by someone. She taps his shoulder with a wide smile, ignoring your presence. Once you got a better look you instantly recognized her, she worked here and was often in jonghos office, you had no reason to believe she’d be any sort of competition since she was always nice to you in the past. “Jongho! Hello couldn’t help but see that you were leaving and was wondering if you’d be so kind as to give me a ride?” You instantly feel like crap, as if you’re intruding, you could see that jongho clearly enjoyed her presence as he smiled before she’d even spoke. “Oh of course, but you’ll have to sit in the back I was kind of holding the door for Y/n.” She looks confused “Oh who’s that?” You clear your throat “that would be me.” She looks over at you and chuckles “Oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were there.” Your lips curled into an irritated smile “Well now you do.” Jongho can immediately sense the tension and clears his throat as well “why don’t I just get you ladies to your destination yeah?”

You sit at the front passenger seat noticing that the woman has her teeth clenched and her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, but as soon as the both of you are in the car she starts talking non stop. You and jongho didn’t even have a chance at a conversation because everything she said was directed towards him, you could see he seemed to enjoy the conversation as well, you’d looked at him for just a second and saw that he was giving that warm smile he usually did, his voice full of enthusiasm, you’re not going to lie it sort of hurt. Maybe this wouldn’t be a problem if he knew how you felt about him, but he doesn’t and you try not to really let it get to you but it does. What she says next is what really tips you over the edge “Ah jongho it’s been quite some time since I’ve been over to your place, would it be too much to ask if I could come over for just a bit?” You knew she was looking at you when asking that question and you bit your tongue to avoid saying things that might get you in trouble. Jongho was blushing as he awkwardly chuckled “sure why not.” All you wanted to do was open the car door, tuck and roll away, you felt like a third wheel and no it did not feel great at all. When you arrived to your destination, Jongho looked over at you and smiled “have fun, be safe and remember,” he places a hand over your thigh “I’ll message you about the plus one details, and don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything.” You didn’t say anything back, you couldn’t, you were already feeling the dread as you nodded and dragged yourself out of the car, heels loudly making their way towards the karaoke bar. When you got inside you could see Yunho and a few of your co workers in the waiting area and almost instantly Yunho looked up and spotted you at the door. “Y/n!” He sat up and walked towards you, a grin on his face “you made it.” He looks around for a moment “ah unfortunately without Jongho though, boo.” You bite your lip “I’d like to not think of him right now, I just want to have fun and forget what just happened on the drive here.” Yunho raises his eyebrows “something happen?” You shake your head and let out a deep sigh “let’s just say I could use a drink.”

Yunho practically sang his life away as you and your drunk coworkers looked along, laughing your asses off. “Tonight! SHINEES in the house!” You all sing in unison but very terribly as Shinee’s Sherlock comes to an end and Yunho finishes off with a pose. Your face is red and flushed, and suddenly the room becomes stuffy so you exit and feel yourself laughing for whatever reason. You’re half stumbling, trying to keep yourself balanced as Jongho crosses your mind for the first time all night. It’s currently 2am and you felt the need to call him, you took out your phone and dialed his number a sloppy grin on your face. He picks up after a few rings “Y/n?” He’s at home relaxing on his couch with a drink in hand, he’s alone too. You giggle when you hear his voice and hiccup as your words struggle to come out right “nn..jongho……hello.” You giggle again feeling warmth on your cheeks and inner thighs, your mind running wild with inappropriate thoughts. Jongho can sense that you’re anything but sober and it didn’t seem like anyone was with you as well as he didn’t hear any noise aside from you slurring your words. “Y/n are you still at the bar? Who is there right now?” You clutch your purse and exit, the street lights hitting you “mm I’m outside…what..what are you doin huh? Bet you’re with her aren’t you.” He’s confused “with who?” You scoff “don’t pretend like you..don’t know..she was talking your head off in the car…acted like I wasn’t even there.” He’s now on high alert; he didn’t feel comfortable with you standing outside of a karaoke bar late at night and drunk at that. “Y/n get back in the building and wait for me, I’m going to pick you up.” You shook your head as if he was really there to see you do it “No…you..you can’t tell me what to do yeah? Maybe you can at work..but we’re not at work are we?” There was a faint sound of a car door being closed and some shuffling but eventually Jongho gets back on the line, you could clearly hear that he was driving. “Stay where you are and please y/n please do not move it is not safe for you to be alone outside.” Course you could go back inside to Yunho, but right now your mind was cluttered, last thing you wanted to do was go back to them at the moment. You weren’t thinking straight, at all.

It didn’t take Long for Jongho’s car to come pulling up in front of the bar, he spotted you back against the building as you held the phone up against your ear forgetting he was still on the line. He hangs up and exits the car, walking up to you with a worried look. “That idiot Yunho, he’s still in there isn’t he? Why would he let you just walk out alone?” You giggle “maybe cause he also drank…” he frowns “and who is supposed to drive you guys home if you’re all not sober?” “There were plans to call Ubers.” Jongho softly grabs your hand and you blush as he leads you to the car, instead of putting you in the front you’re placed in the back with a pillow and a tiny blanket and he takes out his phone to make a call. “Yeah, I’ll send the location of the bar and I’ll let the front desk know of the situation.” You could see him walk into the bar for just a few minutes and then he comes back towards the car with his phone back in his pocket. Your eyes are a bit heavy but you still watch as he gets in and closes the door “I’ve got some drivers to take everyone back home safely, don’t feel comfortable with them taking Ubers.” “But aren’t your drivers basically Ubers?” He shakes his head “I trust these men, I’ve known them for several years..but let’s not talk about this, you’re coming to my place.” Your heart practically leaps out of your chest when he says that. You’d never been to his place before and although you don’t think much of it now it probably would be best if you weren’t drunk in this situation. The car ride is silent and when the two of you arrive to his home, he basically holds your hand the entire way to the front door to make sure you’re not stumbling. When you both get inside he closes the front door and leads you to his bedroom “I’ll get you some fresh pajamas and some water.” He goes to leave but you stop him. “Don’t you see it Jongho?” He’s confused again “see what?” Your eyebrows furrow in sadness “you..you really can’t read a room can you? I like you, actually no..I’m in love with you..” there’s an awkward expression on his face, almost like he’s feeling sorry “I feel like I shouldn’t be hearing this..let’s just get you those clothes.” He tries to move but your grip on his hand is strong. “No, it’s me you know, I’m the one writing you those letters, I’m the one who’s got so many heartfelt things to say about you…it hurt to see you act so comfortable and happy with that woman..”

“Y/n, you’re very drunk okay? I shouldn’t be hearing this…” it felt like you weren’t being heard so you flipped him onto his back on the bed and your face hovered dangerously close over his “please..listen to me…I’m in love with you, I have been for several years, I’ve been writing those letters and I’ve meant everything I said in them. You don’t understand how difficult it is to watch you slip away from me. Jongho I want you so bad, I need you, before I sleep I’m always thinking about what I want you to do to me…” his face is red, eyes avoiding yours, what you don’t know is he feels the same way about you. These words you’re saying to him are dangerous, he wants you bad too but not this way, it’s wrong and he respects your space. “Much as I would love to show you what I’d do to you..you’re not sober and you need rest.” He manages to slip out of your grip and you watch as he leaves the room, but when he comes back you’re fast asleep and that left him no choice but to undress you without looking, to which he put the pajama clothes on you and tucked you into his bed. He looks at you for awhile, thinking about your drunk confession in the back of his mind he did start to suspect it was you due to the way you reacted before you two had went into the elevator. He grew some suspicion then but got completely distracted in the car, what you didn’t know was that he liked you too only he was much more tame when it came to showing you his affection. Laying in the bed next to you he stroked your head and smiled “let’s talk in the morning.”

The Painter's Muse

Pairing: painter!Wooyoung x princess!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

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"Stay still, your highness."

You fidgeted in your chair, adjusting the satin dress to alleviate the stifling warmth within the famous painter's studio. The movement inadvertently exposed more of your skin, causing him to clear his throat and avert his gaze, a blush colouring his cheeks.

After enduring hours of posing, you finally voiced a plea, "Wooyoung, it's been ages. Can we please take a short break?" The subtle pout on your lips sent a rush of emotions through him, the desire to kiss you now more potent than ever.

Succumbing to your request, he nodded hastily, "Y-you're right, let's take a break. I apologise for losing track of time, princess."

In reality, both of you needed the pause to collect your thoughts and calm the rapid beating of your hearts. The artist grappled with the realisation that nurturing feelings for the princess was a forbidden path. Surely, you were destined for a match of higher societal standing, not with a mere painter. But your enchanting presence made it increasingly difficult for him to resist falling in love with you.

The intricacies of this predicament were not lost on him—the princess of Wonderland being his muse presented its own complications, especially when emotions became entangled in the delicate dance of artistry and affection.

Wrapping a robe around yourself, you opened a window to let in the fresh air while Wooyoung occupied himself with tidying up his paintbrushes and changing the water. Stealing a few glances at his familiar silhouette, you sighed, contemplating the possibility of a future with him.

Never did you anticipate that things would progress to this point. It started months ago during one of your occasional trips to the town, seeking respite from the burdens of your princess duties. The joy of blending in with the commoners, momentarily forgetting your responsibilities, was something you cherished.

As an avid art enthusiast, nothing brought you greater delight than your visits to the local art museum. Unaware of the lingering gaze fixated on your every move, you settled into your regular spot at the museum one day. Little did you know, the very artworks that captivated you were born from the inspiration drawn from you.

The painter had committed every nuance of your ethereal beauty and graceful gestures to memory from the moment you first graced the museum with your presence. While Wooyoung was no stranger to the allure of beautiful noblewomen, there was an indescribable quality about you that set you apart.

As he observed you engrossed in one of his favourite paintings—a celestial figure bearing a striking resemblance to you—he felt compelled to unravel the mystery of your identity. What had initially captivated him was your poised demeanour, but over time, his admiration had blossomed into something more profound.

You looked up, meeting his gaze as he gathered the courage to take a seat beside you, marking the first time he made his presence known. Returning his polite smile, you gestured toward the painting, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

The artist nodded, a faint blush tinting his cheeks, "I agree. After all, it finds its full inspiration in you, my lady."

And that was how you met your favourite painter and how he discovered that his muse was none other than the sole princess of the nation. Despite the initial disbelief, he came to accept the truth, recognising the unique qualities that made you different—a true embodiment of royal elegance.

Since then, your visits to town have become more frequent, driven by the desire to spend more time with your new friend. As you grew closer, he gathered the courage to request the honour of painting you in person. Given your profound admiration for his work, you were more than happy to pose for his paintings.

Now, in one of your many sessions, there was tension lingering in the air. Both of you were acutely aware of each other in a different light as romantic feelings blossomed, leaving you both uncertain about how to address them.

Biting your lip, you shed the robe and settled back into your chair, frustration evident as Wooyoung deliberately avoided meeting your gaze. The awareness of mutual feelings lingered, yet the uncertainty weighed heavily. Both of you, usually playful and carefree, now trod cautiously, reluctant to overstep any boundaries.

It irked you—the palpable connection between you, the unspoken desire—yet the circumstances demanded a careful dance around your emotions.

Deep down, you pondered the unfairness of it all. If your brother, the crown prince, could marry a palace maid, why should there be obstacles for you and a talented painter like Wooyoung? Besides, he was no ordinary artist but a renowned one. Why should anyone else dictate who you could be with?

The resolve built within you. The opinions of others mattered little. No one can tell you what to do; you were the princess, and this is the man you love.

To hell with it. You're mine, Jung Wooyoung.

Opting to revive your playful side, you deliberately shifted around, purposefully trying to get on the artist's nerves. A smirk played on your lips when he emitted a tired sigh, "Princess, please, why are you being so difficult today?"

Your scoff echoed through the studio, "You're acting as if you don't already know what a brat I can be. Admit it, you secretly enjoy it."

He rolled his eyes, visibly uneasy as you continued your antics, causing your dress to ride up and reveal more skin, "Just sit still; we're almost done."

Crossing your legs, you shot him a defiant glare, "Well, what if I don't want it to be done?"

Frustrated, he set his brush down, reciprocating your glare, "I swear, princess, if you don't cooperate—"

With a challenging gaze, you interrupted, "And what exactly will you do about it?" Your taunt hung in the air as he shot up from his seat, advancing toward you, "Will you quit being a brat?" He growled.

You grinned mischievously, "Make me."

Unable to resist any longer, he muttered, "You asked for it, princess." Without a moment's hesitation, he leaned down, kissing you hard enough to leave both of your lips tingling and bruised. This was it; he was tired of feigning indifference, tired of concealing the depths of his love for you. The pretence was no longer sustainable; he craved to have you close to him every second of every day.

You smiled against his lips, reciprocating the fervour of his kiss. He pulled you close, orchestrating a swift turn until he was seated, and you straddled him on his lap.

Breaking the kiss, you both caught your breath as he rested his forehead against yours. Tenderly caressing his cheeks, you whispered, "I love you, Wooyoung."

His arms tightened around your waist, overwhelmed with emotion at finally hearing those words from you, "Are you sure, your highness? What would the people think?"

Cupping his jaw, you locked eyes with him, "It doesn't matter what they think; no one can stop me. Now, will you submit or stand beside me?"

Biting his lip, he responded, "I'll be on my knees, worshipping you for the rest of my life. I love you too, my princess."

By the end of the day, you found yourself subjected to endless teasing from your royal tutor. It seemed like a fitting revenge for your previous interference in his love life. Secretly, you relished the playful banter; it meant that what you and Wooyoung shared was real.

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The Captain's Favourite

Pairing: captain!Hongjoong x doctor!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

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Struggling to steady your laboured breath, you pressed a trembling hand against the stab wound beneath your chest. Blinking rapidly, you attempted to regain clarity in your vision. From what you could discern, it seemed like the injury might not involve a vital organ, offering a glimmer of reassurance.

However, the stark reality hit hard – you were the sole medical professional on board.

You were always the one attending to the health of your fellow crewmates and never the one in need of medical attention. That all changed abruptly during the unexpected ambush launched by a rival pirate crew.

They strategically targeted a crucial member of the crew before escalating the assault further. The rationale was clear – if the ship's only medical personnel was incapacitated, who would attend to the wounded? Save for the captain, you were the next most important person on the vessel.

But the enemy was also aware you were so much more than just a doctor, "There she is, Captain Hongjoong's favourite. Get her," were the chilling words that you heard before feeling the sharp pain of a dagger piercing your abdomen.

The duration of the battle became a haze, with moments of consciousness slipping in and out as you observed, through blurred vision, your crewmates fighting back fiercely to defend your ship and all the treasures within.

The fight finally ended when your captain impaled the rival leader directly in the heart. Hongjoong, visibly exhausted, let out a weary exhale as he dropped his sword, "Take him and go, the rest of you. If you don't wish to join him in the afterlife." He commanded.

The rival pirates hastily moved to remove their leader's lifeless form from your ship without having to be told twice. It took no time for Captain Hongjoong to scan the surroundings anxiously, his heart racing as he searched for you.

"Wh-where is she—"

Before he could finish the sentence, he noticed what seemed to be your boots tucked away in a corner, cleverly concealed behind barrels. The enemy had evidently gone to great lengths to ensure you wouldn't be discovered until it was too late.

Without wasting a moment, he sprinted towards you, pushing all the obstacles out of his way with newfound strength fueled by desperation. His eyes widened, feeling his heart lurch at the sight of the red staining your shirt and your pale complexion.

"No, no, no, no, no, don't you dare leave me!" Hongjoong screamed, gently pulling you into his arms, "Hey, look at me. I'm your captain, and I order you not to close your eyes."

However, no amount of commanding could mend your injuries, and he was acutely aware of that fact. Time blurred as he urgently directed his crew to transport you to the nearest town without delay. Losing you was not an option he was willing to entertain.

Drawing on his experience from observing you tend to injured crewmates countless times, the captain applied pressure and bandaged your wound to minimise the bleeding until you could receive proper medical treatment.

Upon arriving at the closest town, you were swiftly taken to a medical facility, where Hongjoong fought to catch his breath as they gently took you from his arms, "Don't worry, we'll take care of her," He gave the medical staff a firm glare, "You better."

The nurse nodded nervously, motioning for him to wait by the available bench. Everyone in the facility recognised him; it was the very place he had taken you away from many years ago. As a woman, you had been denied the chance to prove yourself despite being an apprentice there.

That changed the day Hongjoong arrived, bloodied and in need of help.

With all the doctors unavailable, you, the only trainee present, seized the opportunity to showcase your skills by treating the pirate captain.

While he rested after you tended to his injury, Hongjoong overheard a conversation between you and your superior. Rather than receiving praise for your competent work, you were berated for not adhering to the rules and taking matters into your own hands.

Enraged by what he heard, he proposed taking you in as the crew doctor. Despite being aware of his pirate status, you agreed because no one had recognised and acknowledged your skills the way he did.

As time passed, you'd grown to harbour feelings for one another. Though neither of you openly admitted to them, the entire crew was well aware of the captain's undeniable affection for you. They often wondered when Hongjoong would muster the courage to confess.

You were used to him always watching out for you; he would go to great lengths, even pretending to be unwell just to stay near you. He'd reprimand other crewmates for inconveniencing you with their minor issues; a total hypocrite himself. It was hard for you to not realise the fact that he was clearly favouring you, especially when everyone aboard has been calling you 'the captain's favourite' since day one.

Except he would always be in denial whenever teased about it, despite his actions proving completely otherwise.

Now, waiting anxiously, he regretted not revealing his feelings sooner. The thought of you potentially dying without knowing his love haunted him. Reflecting on missed opportunities, he questioned why he hadn't uttered those three words earlier. What was holding him back? What was he so afraid of?

After what felt like an eternity, he was finally allowed to see you. Entering the room where you rested, he held his breath until relief flooded over him at the sight of your chest rising and falling steadily. He sat beside you, gently holding your hand to his face and pressing his lips against your palm, "Oh, thank god, you're okay."

Tears streamed down his face silently, oblivious to the fact that you'd awakened to his sobs. You smiled weakly, moving your fingers to wipe his wet cheeks, "Who would've thought? The mighty Captain Hongjoong is crying for me."

His head shot up immediately, a tearful chuckle escaping him and he nodded, "That's right. Do you see the power you have over me?" Taking a deep breath, he decided it was now or never, "I love you so much, you know that? You mean the world to me."

You nodded, "I love you too, captain. Thought you'd never admit it."

Leaning in, he kissed your lips softly, "I'll tell you I love you every day now if I have to. And I refuse to let anything like this happen again. You're moving to my quarters at once."

If you thought he was joking, you were mistaken. Things were about to change drastically. Consider yourself promoted from crew doctor to the captain's most valuable treasure, as if you weren't already.

Now that we have Prince San, General Seonghwa, and Captain Hongjoong, I'm still contemplating what other roles to assign to the rest of the members.

Anyway, really hope you're all enjoying these imagines. Thanks for reading, and as always, let me know your thoughts! <3

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Promise

Warnings: angst, female x male, male x male, polyamorous relationship, throat fucking, implied consent, cum eating, jealous Wooyoung, dumbification, fucking, pet names, Seonghwa is a dom, Mingi is a dom, Wooyoung is a dom/sub I'm not sure what else let me know if I'm missing something

"Y/N I'm bored." Wooyoung says beside you whining.

"How am I supposed to help with that." You say as you look up from making dinner.

"Woo leave her alone she's going to accidentally cut off a finger with you right there." Seonghwa says side eyeing the boy as he stirs the pasta.

"But I'm bored and you and Y/N are making dinner and Mingi is asleep in his room." He whines.

"Not asleep anymore." You hear and you don't have to look up to know that it was Mingi.

You feel hands wrap around your waist and a kiss on your cheek.

You finally finish cutting up the vegetables. You turn around and face the culprit.

You end up face to face with Mingi. "Hi love. How are you feeling?" You ask touching the boys head.

"Better." He says putting his head in your shoulder.

You hear another whine and you look over at the shorter boy.

"Come on. You're done now right?" Wooyoung whines.

"No she's not done yet. Go pick a movie or a game for tonight." You hear from the other side.

"Okay." Wooyoung says happily. He goes up to Seonghwa and kisses his cheek and walks off into the living room.

You see Seonghwa blushing.

Mingi looks up and smiles at you. "He's still not used to that." Mingi says quietly for you to hear.

You laugh softly. "Yeah. You would think he'd be considering Wooyoungs been doing that for like 2 months now." You say.

"I can hear you guys I'm not deaf." Seonghwa says quietly.

"We're just teasing love. Didn't mean anything by it." You say.

"I know." Seonghwa says as he walks over to you.

Seonghwa walks over to you guys and kisses you on the lips and kisses Mingi on the head.

Mingi pouts. "Why dont I get a kiss on the lips?" Mingi says.

"You were running a fever earlier." Seonghwa says and he feels Mingis head.

"I feel better now." Mingi says and pucks his lips out for a kiss.

Seonghwa rolls his eyes and smiles at the boys ridiculousness.

"Fineeee." Seonghwa says and kisses the boy.

"So you can kiss Mingi and not get embarrassed but when Wooyoung kisses you on the cheek you turn as red as a tomato." You say laughing.

Seonghwa looks away turning red. "Wooyoung catches me off guard I'm not prepared when he kisses me."

You hear footsteps. "Speak of the devil." Mingi mumbles.

You flick Mingi on the nose. "Don't be mean." You say.

"That hurt. I was just joking." Mingi whines and Wooyoung comes in the kitchen.

"All ready." Wooyoung announces.

"Good. I'm just finishing this." Seonghwa says as he walks back to the stove.

"You can go ahead Mingi. Y/N help me put everything together?" Seonghwa asks you.

Mingi reluctantly lets go of you. "Let's go start the movie." Wooyoung says to Mingi. Before Mingi can react Wooyoung grabs Mingis hand and pulls him out the kitchen with him.

Seonghwa comes up to you and puts his hands on your hip. "You're so pretty." Seonghwa says kissing you.

"Thank you." You say smiling at the guy in front of you.

"Did you tell Mingi to go because you wanted me to yourself?" You joke.

"Maybe." Seonghwa says joking.

Seonghwa kisses you again. This time it's not a soft kiss. Something more desperate. Something filled with hunger. What you thought was a soft kiss was now turning into a makeout session.

Seonghwa pulls away. He lifts you on the counter. He starts kissing your neck. You moan. "Seonghwa." You moan.

"God your moans are like music to my ears." Seonghwa says.

"S-seonghwa what about the food?" You say softly.

"It can wait. I want the meal in front of me." He says leaving hickies on your neck. The other boys sure to notice.

Wait. The other boys.

"Seonghwa. Wooyoung and Mingi are waiting for us. We all promised that we wouldn't have sex for the first time without everyone there." You try saying but you can't help but moan through the whole thing.

Seonghwa pulls away. "You're right I'm keeping that promise. But I'm not even close to done with you." He says looking at you and he kisses you.

You look down at Seonghwa obvious boner. "You might want to fix yourself." You say to him.

"I don't care if they see." He says.

"You might want to go in the living room with the boys before I can't stop myself and fuck you right on the counter and call the boys in here to have a turn. You'd like that though wouldn't you?" Seonghwa says smirking.

You nod. He helps you off the counter. "I'll be there in a minute let me finish up." Seonghwa says kissing your nose.

It's a complete 360 from what just happened.

"Okay." You say.

You head off into the living room to see Wooyoung on top of Mingi.

"Give me the remote!" Mingi says.

"Nope. I picked the movie." Wooyoung says waving the remote in the air.

You grab the remote from Wooyoungs hands who didn't even notice you had came in.

"Why are you two arguing over the remote." You say looking at Wooyoung who is somehow straddling Mingis chest.

Wooyoung puts his hand over Mingis mouth.

"I was told I could pick the movie. Well Mingi came in here and said we watched this already. He tried grabbing the remote from my hand and we ended up wrestling. I overpowered him." Wooyoung says.

"Ew!" Wooyoung yells. Mingi had licked his hands. Wooyoung wipes his hand on Mingis shirt. Mingi takes this opportunity to overpower Wooyoung and flip him on his back.

"We watched this movie like 5 times already so I tried grabbing the remote. Then Wooyoung tripped me and got on top of me." Mingi says.

"Both of you are acting like children. We can all agree on something." You say smiling at both boys.

"Fine." Both boys say.

You sit on the couch and Mingi gets off of Wooyoung.

Both boys get on the couch on either side of you. "What genre?" You ask flipping through the Tv.

"Comedy." Wooyoung says.

"Any objection?" You say to Mingi.

He shakes his head. "Good." You say softly.

You eventually find a comedy you all agree on.

"I'm not starting it yet. Seonghwa isn't in here yet." You say.

"He should've already been in here. Shouldn't he have?" Mingi says.

Wooyoung looks at you. He didn't notice before but now he does. The dark hickies littered across your neck.

"Not if he just had a quickie." Wooyoung says rolling his eyes.

"What?" Mingi says and finally sees where Wooyoungs eyes are locked on.

"Oh." Mingi says eyes wide.

You hear Seonghwa who is struggling with plates.

You get up to help him. A pair of glaring eyes are locked on you as you grab plates from Seonghwa handing them out.

"Careful it's hot." Seonghwa says as he sits beside Mingi with his plate.

You press play on the remote and start the movie.

Throughout the whole movie you don't hear commentary come from Wooyoung like usual. No laughing or comments.

You look over to Wooyoung who is still glaring at you and Seonghwa.

The movie finishes.

"That was a good movie." Seonghwa says.

"Mhmm." You say.

"Would you like help with the dishes?" You say to Seonghwa.

"Sure." Seonghwa says smiling.

"Yeah I'm sure you'd love to help with dishes. Just like you helped Seonghwa finish dinner." Wooyoung says.

Seonghwa raises an eyebrow at him. "What are you talking about?" Seonghwa says.

"It seems like you love Y/N to help you with your problems." Wooyoung says rolling his eyes.

"Are you jealous?" You ask Wooyoung confused.

"Of what?" He says spitting back.

"Hey. I think maybe we all should calm down." Mingi says.

"You guys always want to hangout with each other. When do you guys ever spend time with me or Mingi?" Wooyoung says clearly angry.

"What are you talking about Wooyoung. We always hang out with you and Mingi." Seonghwa says confused.

"Yeah sure." He says.

"What about our promise huh? That doesn't mean nothing to you guys?" Wooyoung says about to break down.

"What are you talking about? We didn't br-" You try to say but Wooyoung cuts you off.

"You know what? I don't care. I don't care about you guys breaking the promise. I don't care about what your excuse is. I don't care about you two either." Wooyoung says putting his shoes on and grabbing his hoodie.

"I sure as hell don't care about this relationship if y'all don't care either." Wooyoung says and slams the door on our faces.

You start crying you try to hold the tears in but they just keep falling.

Mingi puts a hand on yours and Seonghwas shoulder.

"I'm going to go after him. I know he didn't mean it. He's just upset." Mingi says as he puts his own shoes on and grabs a hoodie heading into the night after him.

Seonghwa pulls you into him.

"Hey it's okay. Wooyoung didn't mean it." Seonghwa says softly rubbing your back.

"It hurts Seonghwa so much." You say cradling into Seonghwa.

You cry until you fall asleep in Seonghwas arms.

You wake up to a blanket on you. You look at the time on your phone. The bright light almost blinding you.

2:43 AM.

You look over at the door no sign of Wooyoung or Mingi. No Seonghwa either.

Suddenly the door to the bedroom is opened. Out walks Seonghwa who has his phone in his hand.

"Did I wake you love?" Seonghwa says.

"No. Have you heard from Wooyoung or Mingi?" You say hoping he did.

"Yeah. I was just on the phone with Mingi they're on their way back." Seonghwa says tapping his phone on his hand.

"Is Wooyoung okay?" You ask sadly.

"He's fine. Mingi caught up with Wooyoung when he left. They've been just talking. Then they stopped by a late night store and got some snacks Mingi said." Seonghwa says breathing out.

Suddenly the door opens.

"Hey." Mingi says quietly.

You get up from the couch. You walk over to the boy who sets the bag in his hand down.

You hug him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You say tightly hugging Wooyoung like he'd leave you any second.

"We didn't do anything." You say crying into him.

Wooyoung pulls you from his chest so you can look up at him.

"Hey. I know. I know love." Wooyoung says holding your hands.

"I was just too upset to hear you." He says.

He hugs you and rubs your back.

"It's late. Let's get to bed." Seonghwa says softly. Careful of what he says because he's terrified that Wooyoung will leave any second.

"Well I kind of bought snacks. So maybe we should eat those first." Wooyoung says.

"Well let's eat them then." Seonghwa says smiling softly at the boy.

Mingi picks up the bag full of snacks Wooyoung had set down beside him when he came inside.

Everyone walks over to the couch. Wooyoung sits down and you sit in his lap.

Mingi sits on the left of Wooyoung and Seonghwa sits on the right.

"Wooyoung got quite a bit of stuff." Mingi says opening the bag.

"Weren't you with him too." Seonghwa says.

"Yeah but I wasn't paying much attention to what he was getting. All I did was give him the card." Mingi says mumbling.

"I was hungry and I thought you'd all be too." Wooyoung says pouting.

"I didn't say it was a bad thing." Mingi says kissing the boys cheek.

Mingi pulls out the chips from the bag and hands one to Seonghwa. He pulls out another. He then pulls out 2 pieces of cake.

"These are for you two." Mingi says handing Wooyoung the cakes that he had bought.

Wooyoung hands you a piece. "Thought you'd prefer cake." He said watching you smile at him.

"Of course I would." You say giving the boy a quick kiss.

Wooyoung smiles at you.

"I'll go get you guys forks." Seonghwa says leaving to go grab forks out the kitchen.

Wooyoung sets yours and his cake back on the table.

"You know I love you right. And if you and Seonghwa want to have sex together without us it's fine. I just want you to be comfortable okay?" Wooyoung says being serious.

"Thank you but me and Seonghwa aren't going to do anything without you or Mingi we love you too much to do that to either of you." You say one hand on Wooyoungs face and the other on Mingis.

Seonghwa comes back in. He sees you holding both boys face. "Everything okay." Seonghwa says quietly.

Suddenly Wooyoung breaks down crying. Everyone looks at the boy worried.

Seonghwa hurries and puts the fork down. He goes up to Wooyoung and caresses the younger boys face.

"Hey. What's wrong love?" Seonghwa says.

"I was going to leave you guys. I was hurt and scared and I didn't know how to react." Wooyoung says tears flowing down his beautiful face.

"Hey. We weren't going to let that happen. We love you too much to let you go." Seonghwa says bringing the boy to his chest.

"That's why I went after you love. I knew you misunderstood they would never do that." Mingi says hugging the boy.

"Hey. We didn't do anything. All he did was leave hickies. I told him he couldn't forget about our promise and he agreed." You say hugging the boy.

"I don't know I saw the hickies and freaked out." Wooyoung says still crying.

"Hey we don't blame you love." Seonghwa says fingers running through Wooyoungs hair to soothe him.

"You freaked out like we all would've." You say.

"You guys wouldn't have freaked out. Mingi didn't even freak out he knew you wouldn't do that. I thought you guys would do that to me and Mingi for a second didn't believe you'd do that." Wooyoung says crying harder.

"Oh love. I doubted them for a second and then thought about it. You aren't the only one who had doubts." Mingi says trying to reassure the boy.

"I'm not?" Wooyoung says crying less.

"No you weren't." Mingi says helping calm the boy.

You or Seonghwa weren't hurt by the boys doubt. Hell if it was the other way around you guys would have been the same.

Wooyoung slowly stops crying.

"We love you." Seonghwa says.

"More than anything." Mingi adds.

"You're our world." You say.

"I love you guys too." Wooyoung says lifting his head from Seonghwas chest.

Wooyoung kisses Seonghwa. Not just a soft kiss. It turns into a makeout session. Wooyoung pulls away when he's almost out of breath.

"Can I show you guys how much I love you?" Wooyoung says taking off his shirt.

"Oh god." Mingi says.

"Please do." Seonghwa says softly.

"Please." You say still sitting on Wooyoungs lap.

Wooyoung turns towards Mingi. He brings him into a kiss.

Wooyoungs hands find your waist. He already has a boner and you can feel it.

He slowly starts grinding against you. You moan.

He pulls away from the kiss with Mingi.

"Fuck. I want to hear that again." Wooyoung says grinding into you again.

You moan out his name.

"You sound so sweet baby." Wooyoung moans out.

"Such pretty moans." Seonghwa says.

Mingi kisses your neck. He slowly starts leaving hickies along your throat. Your moans getting louder.

Seonghwa grabs your shirt pulling it above your head and throwing it on the ground.

"Is it alright if this comes off?" Wooyoung asks touching your bra stopping himself from grinding into you.

"Please." You say mind already fuzzy.

With your words Wooyoung unclips your bra. He slides it off your chest slowly.

"Gorgeous." Mingi says in between the kisses he's leaving on your throat.

You lift your head back so Mingi can get more access.

You feel hands on your boobs. You look and see Seonghwa massaging your breasts.

He pulls at one and you arch your back in Wooyoungs hold.

"Look at you. We haven't even fucked you dumb yet." Seonghwa says still pulling at your nipple.

Wooyoung takes your other nipple and puts it in his mouth. He sucks on it and watches as you moan out his name.

You put your hand in Wooyoungs hair. You pull it softly. Wooyoung pulls off your boob and moans.

He immediately after goes back to licking and sucking your boob.

"Fucking hell. Do you see how hard you're making me." Seonghwa says as he grabs your hand and places it on his boner.

"Wanna fuck your throat pretty girl is that okay?" Mingi says as he pulls away from your throat.

"Y-yeah." You say out of breath. Wooyoung pulls off your boob and Seonghwa let's go of his hold on your other boob.

Wooyoung helps you to the ground careful to make sure you don't hurt your knees.

Mingi pulls down his sweatpants and boxers. You settle in between his legs.

You take him in your mouth and Mingi throws his head back. Wooyoung pushes your hair behind your ear so you can see better. "Look at our pretty girl." Wooyoung says as he looks at you eyes filled with love.

"So pretty." Seonghwa says. Mingi puts his hand in your hair. He forces you to take him even more.

Wooyoung looks at Seonghwa. "Can I help you?" Wooyoung says hand on Seonghwas boner. He kisses Seonghwas throat causing him to groan.

Wooyoung massages his boner. "Yeah." Seonghwa says to Wooyoung answering him.

Wooyoung pulls away from Seonghwas throat. Wooyoung pulls Seonghwas cock out and takes him in his hand moving it up and down.

Seonghwa throws his head back moaning out Wooyoungs name.

Wooyoung goes back to kissing and leaving hickies on his throat.

Mingi is close because he starts fucking your throat faster and without a pace anymore.

You let Mingi continue to use you. All the moaning coming from Mingi and Seonghwa has you wet.

Suddenly Mingi stops thrusting and holds you down as he cums down your throat. An extra loud moan comes from Mingi as he cums. As Mingi comes down from his high his grip loosens on your hair.

You pull off of Mingi. He leans down to you placing a kiss on your lips tasting himself.

You look over and Seonghwa lets out a louder moan than he was until he cums on Wooyoungs hands.

Wooyoung pulls hand from Seonghwas cock. His hand sticky but Wooyoung doesn't mind. Wooyoung licks his hand. Seonghwa groans. "You're going to give me another boner." Seonghwa says.

"Good." Wooyoung says back to him. "Want some." Wooyoung says to you like it's candy he's sharing.

He holds his hand out. You lick Wooyoungs fingers getting them clean. Wooyoung watches you as you take his fingers in your mouth. When you finish you pull away.

Wooyoung grabs you by your face and smashes his lips against yours. He makes out with you. His hands go up to your hair pulling you in closer if that's possible. He pulls away.

"You taste great Hwa." Wooyoung says out of breath. Seonghwa groans boner evident.

"I told you Woo." Seonghwa says. Wooyoung smirks. "Get Mingi to help. Me or Y/N haven't came yet and I really need to see her cum." Wooyoung says.

"How would you like it baby?" Wooyoung says facing you again.

"Fuck me." Is what comes out of your mouth.

Wooyoung is surprised that you really want him to be the one to fuck you first. Wooyoung thought it'd be Seonghwa or Mingi that'd get to do it first.

He thought he fucked everything up tonight. That you'd leave him but now you're here in front of him asking him to fuck you.

"What'd you say?" Wooyoung says asking you to make sure he heard correctly.

"Fuck me Woo." You say again.

Wooyoung looks at Seonghwa and Mingi to make sure it's okay with them. Neither does anything indicating he shouldn't and neither objects. Both boys eyes filled with love and adoration even when they both have their dicks out.

Wooyoung looks back at you and smiles softly. "Okay." Wooyoung says as he kisses you. Wooyoung goes to your shorts and pulls them down.

Wooyoung slips off your underwear. He pulls down his sweatpants and his boxers. He presses a finger on your clit watching your reaction. You moan at the feeling.

"Would you like me to fuck you open with my fingers first?" Wooyoung asks. You're soaked but Wooyoung wants to make you as comfortable as possible.

"I think I'm good." You say softly kissing Wooyoung. Wooyoung returns the kiss. He pushes into you slowly letting you adjust.

Wooyoung kisses you again and pushes his tongue into your mouth this time. Wooyoung bottoms out in you as you moan against his tongue. He pulls away letting you let out another moan.

Wooyoung stays still waiting for an okay to continue. You nod letting him know he can continue. Wooyoung starts moving slowly letting you adjust to him. You moan out and that makes him want to fuck into you faster but he doesn't just yet.

Your head goes into Wooyoungs neck.

"Wooyoung." You moan out his name. That's what causes him to fuck you faster.

"Fuck. Say it again." Wooyoung says thrusting into you faster and harder.

"Please say it again." Wooyoung whines out. "Wooyoung." You moan out again.

"You're going to make me cum." Wooyoung says fucking into you as fast and hard as he can.

"Me too." You say. With a few more thrusts you cum. Wooyoung fucks you through your orgasm.

Wooyoung suddenly pulls out and stands up.

He jerks himself off in front of your face.

"Going to cum on that pretty face of yours." Wooyoung says jerking himself off and moaning.

Suddenly he moans out your name spilling onto your face.

Wooyoung whines jerking himself off through his high. Wooyoung collapses onto your body. He stays there for a minute or two. He grabs his shirt and wipes across your face getting most of his cum off your face. He relaxes again this time his back against the couch.

"Hey Mingi has the water going for you guys. I'm going to take her in there I'll be back for you love okay?" Seonghwa says. Wooyoung nods. Seonghwa kisses Wooyoung softly and runs his hand through his hair.

Seonghwa picks you up and you lay your head into his chest. "You did so good." You start to close your eyes. "I'm sorry love but you can't sleep just yet. You need a bath. You're sticky." He says softly.

Seonghwa gets to the bathroom. The door is opened and he walks in. Mingi sits on the side of the tub. "Can you watch her while I get Wooyoung?" Seonghwa says. Mingi lifts you out of Seonghwas arms. "Yeah I got her." Mingi says.

"I'll be back with Wooyoung love." Seonghwa says. He leaves to go get Wooyoung. Mingi sets you in the tub. He grabs a loofah. "How are you feeling love?" Mingi says as he pours your body wash onto the loofah.

"Tired. Sore." You say softly.

"Yeah I bet." Mingi says looking at you with concern.

The door opens with Seonghwa holding Wooyoung in his arms.

Mingi moves out the way so Seonghwa can place Wooyoung in the tub. Wooyoung leans into you tired. Seonghwa grabs another loofah for Wooyoung helping to wash him. "Tired?" Seonghwa says to you both.

"Extremely." Wooyoung says. You nod at his answer.

"Would you like me to do your hair?" Mingi says kissing your cheek after washing your body. You nod knowing that it's probably all knottng up.

After brushing it out and putting shampoo and conditioner and rinsing it he's done.

The boys pick you and Wooyoung up out of the tub drying you and dressing you guys. They carry you to the bedroom and lay beside you.

"I'm sorry." You hear come from beside you. Wooyoungs head hangs low.

He starts crying. "I'm so sorry." Everyone looks at the boy concerned.

"Oh honey. You have nothing to be sorry for." Seonghwa says softly concern and love in his eyes.

"No I do I almost ruined everything over being jealous." Wooyoung says tears still running down his face.

You grab the boys face and make him look you in the eye. "You had every right to be jealous." You say softly. You wipe the tears from his face.

"No and then you felt bad for me so you wanted me to fuck you and I know Mingi and Seonghwa didn't like it. It should've been one of them." Wooyoung says crying still.

Mingi and Seonghwa sit up at hearing the boys words. You sit up too and Wooyoung eventually does the same.

"That's not why I asked you to fuck me." Your thumb wipes away his tears as you hold his face.

"I asked you to fuck me because I wanted you to not because I felt like I owed it to you. I didn't want Seonghwa or Mingi to fuck me because I wanted you to do it so no they shouldn't have." You say pecking his lips.

Mingi speaks up. "If me or Seonghwa had a problem with it we would've said something. We all agreed whoever Y/N chose would be the one to do it and we wouldn't get jealous. I'm not upset about it. I liked watching two of my partners fuck. I wouldn't care if it was you, Seonghwa, and Y/N because I love you three with all my heart. So no it shouldn't have been us instead." Mingi says saying whatever was on his mind.

Seonghwa smiles at Mingi who couldn't have put it better. "Mingi is right. I love you three with all my heart too." Seonghwa says holding the tall boys hand and kissing it.

"I love you all with my heart too." Wooyoung says crying now slowing.

"Good because I feel the same." You say softly.

"You guys need some rest. It's been an eventful night." Seonghwa says laying his head on Wooyoungs shoulder.

"You're right." Wooyoung says as he places a kiss on Mingis lips. Mingi softens as his lips meets Wooyoungs.

You lean over and kiss Seonghwa who is laying on his shoulder.

Wooyoung pulls away and you kiss Mingi next who sighs into the kiss. Suddenly Wooyoung kisses Seonghwa who freezes up. He relaxes after a few seconds.

Wooyoung laughs pulling away.

"I knew it was coming but I can't help it." Seonghwa says who blushes looking down.

"It's so cute seeing you blush when I kiss you yet I just had my hand down your pants jerking you off not even an hour ago." Wooyoung says chuckling.

Seonghwa blushes even harder if that was even possible.

"I don't expect it." Seonghwa says eyes still on the ground.

Mingi and you smile at the teasing boy.

"We need to get to bed don't we." Mingi says chuckling and Seonghwa nods eyes back up. Mingi kisses Seonghwa.

You and Wooyoung get under the blanket.

"You guys aren't going to kiss each other goodnight?" Mingi says to you both eyebrow raised in confusion.

"I think we did a lot of that tonight." Wooyoung says giggling like he hadn't just fucked you dumb. You giggle at his words too.

"I agree." You say smiling at the boy laying in front of you.

"Fair enough." Mingi says as he and Seonghwa get under the blanket as well. Seonghwa turns the light off and turns on the TV.

Mingi wraps his hands around your waist and Seonghwa wraps his hands around Wooyoungs waist.

Wooyoung places his hands on your waist and yours on his. After a few minutes you hear soft snoring coming from behind you and behind Wooyoung. "And I thought we were tired." Wooyoung says quietly laughing hoping it wouldn't wake up his significant others.

"Yeah." You say softly smiling.

Wooyoung pulls you closer and kisses you softly. "I just wanted to tease the boys." Wooyoung says smiling.

"I know." You say smiling back.

"I fucking knew it." Mingi says not actually being asleep.

You and Wooyoung giggle at the older boys words.

"You guys need to get to sleep." Seonghwa says yawning. Mingi had woken him up.

"Sorry." Mingi says quietly.

"It's okay love but it's 4:53." Seonghwa says voice still full of sleep.

"Let's all get some rest." Seonghwa says scooting closer into Wooyoung.

"Okay." Wooyoung says and you nod your head.

You guys all doze off. Each other in your thoughts and how much you guys love one another.

Ateez 'n free use (+ somno)

Everything has been consentually talked about beforehand, in passing and seriously !! Mwuah. Lots of smut under the cut. barking. foaming at the mouth.

"Hi love bug 💗 I wanted your thoughts and opinions on ateez with somno / free use heheh" —ask @hhoneylix (my lovely pookie bear) 7.2K WC OF FILTH.

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In a free-use fantasy, partners can have sex with each other whenever they want, no holds barred. Somnophilia refers to the interest in having sex with a sleeping person.

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Wooyoung. It doesn't take much convincing for him to agree, even the words would have him nodding eagerly. He doesn't even question the trust you two have cause you're both in sync like that, maybe he hands his heart out to you on a platter, despite his own head telling him he could end up with it broken (he doesn't care cause he knows he loves you to the moon and back). But if you are just as agreeing as him it'll have his heart soaring. He definitely uses you most days, happily too. He'll tease you; not letting you cum as he gets himself off. But it doesn't last for long when he's between your thighs a minute later. Over and over again and throughout the day. Teasing you so you'll find a reason to ruin him for the evening.

When you both first started, I can see his eyes flashing with everything he'll want to do or want you to do to him. When he realizes you're not saying it as a joke anymore (like you have done before), he completely folds, he's just a whole sub for the first day you guys try it out, whether a bratty one or a good one, he cries for it either way. He gets himself worked up the entire day because it caught him off guard, so whenever he thinks about anything you're doing, calling his name- specifically the nickname you use for him- god, he's throbbing. Telling him to pick up his mess that he left like some guy who can't clean up after himself with your mad tone that reminds him of how you fuck him up when he's being a brat. He'll most likely hide away during practice to try and jerk off (knowing him, he probably also sent you an audio message of it to see if you'll be the first to cave and just brutally use him) but it's just not working :( he gets so frustrated, on the edge of being mean because he's so horny. He snaps his tone, and his attitude sours into something whiny and needy.

He gets borderline bratty when he's so horny. So, at some point, when you're doing your skincare, he pushes at your lower back to bend you over the counter just the slightest, his hands sliding to your hips when he comes to grind his erection against you, a shuddered sigh falling from his lips. His head falls over your shoulder blade. "need this, please, 'm gonna make you feel good too, just want to be inside so bad" he'd mumble as he wiggled your pants down, giving you the opportunity to stop if you'd like. He wouldn't waste a second to jerk his dick out of his own pants and line up to your core. He notices you're also wet, so you've probably thought about this as much as he has all day. You truly don't know how much that drives him crazy. And knowing that you're always ready for him has him driving his cock all the way in you.

Only stilling for you to adjust to his stinging size. But he doesn't sit there for long because he's trembling with his hands placed on either side of you, his hips grinding your ass forward cause of his pelvis. It really doesn't take long for him to cum, especially if you're telling him how needy he is. How he can't even wait til you're done to fuck. "n-no, don't move, please- ill be quick- let me cum-" He whimpers and agrees with everything you say. "You're right- you're always right- fuck I'm addicted to you- I'm your whore- oh god-" lost in the way you feel around him as he drives his hips all the way to meet yours in sloppy liquidy slaps. His hands grip the counter around your stomach tightly, his fingers turning white from the grip, caging you against it. His eyes clenched close every so often, strangled gasps choked from his throat. He paints your walls with his cum, slumping over your back and shaking ever so lightly in the afterglow. You don't get to cum because he already did before you. He verbalized that when he tried to rub circles over your neglected nerve bundle. You swipe his hand away, going on to wash your own and continue your skincare, even with him still inside. He loudly whimpers, knowing he's in for a long night for every rule he's broken today. :((( he's sorry!(no he's not)

When you brutally and completely obliterate him later, tied to the bed and shaking after every edge or orgasm he has. You finish him with an unhealthy amount of kisses to his face and aftercare that has him cuddled up on your stomach, his face digging into your side. He falls asleep like that. It's really no for long when he wakes up, jolted from a pleasant and not very wholesome dream. Your hand is already stroking him over his shorts, cupping and pushing against his hard on that's imprinted and leaning against your hip from where he's halfway thrown over you. “Are you awake now? So needy woo, even when you're asleep, trying to hump me like a pillow” he whimpers when you laugh at him, pushing his thighs apart for more friction and shoving his face back into your chest. “Come on baby, you want to cum again? So early?” your hand stops for just a second, enough for his teary and tired eyes to blink up at you. Your hand slipping past his waistband and jerking his sticky tip. He's loud and definitely more affected like this. Choking on a sob when your nails scrape against his length and veins. He cums with a guttural choking gasp, jerking forward to stimulate himself the rest of the way with your palm. Staining his shorts with semen. He's definitely fucking you when he wakes up later. Even if you're still in deep sleep. Two can play that game.

Mingi. Oh. Oh! It takes a good hard minute for it to click. He loves it, though. Of course, he trusts you (a little too much), and he'll shyly ask if you trust him as much too (and you do!). It also doesn't take much convincing for him. He gets so turned on from the idea. Just imagining being able to get off whenever you're around. You might actually be fucking more often because of it. Like, every day. His libido is crazy. But what drives his will is the idea of being buried balls deep in you. And with somno??? Oh lord.

You're asleep when he comes home from practice, and he just really wanted you. Even when he tried to wake you up with a gentle pat to your shoulder, you don't even greet him. Turning over away from him. He knows you're not ignoring him on purpose, too tired to respond to the outside world in your head. He didn't think about using you in your sleep until he was choking on a cup of cold water. Remembering the conversation you had on the phone earlier. “Yknow mingi, if I'm ever asleep when you get home, I don't mind”.

He's slipping himself between your legs on the bed, carefully. Of course, he notices when the only thing you're wearing is his shirt and underwear. Watching you sleep on your stomach with a pillow propped under your chest comfortably and your arm shoved under the pillow where your head lays. Missing the way his body would be next to yours even in your unconscious state. He'd coo internally, pushing your thigh up so it's leaning up on the bed some more, your core and ass sticking out from the angle through the tight fabric of your underwear. He'd slip his fingers into you, pushing the thin fabric aside, working you open with quick and gentle scissoring motions. He'd praise you with his own tiny breaths when you clenched around the digits. Watching your face scrunch up from the feeling. Your head digging into the pillow some more and pushing back against his hand that's rubbing against your cunt. He knows your cue and clumsily pulls his fingers out before you can cum, whimpering in your sleep.

“Shh, im putting it in now princess, don't worry” he'd kiss your neck, leaning over you. Ready to please with something bigger and more fulfilling. His knees placed on eitherside of your hips just as he pulls his pants down. He lines his tip, holding your panties aside so he can slip in comfortably. It's so easy when you're relaxed. So pliable around his big cock when he sinks in, his hands gripping your lower hips. And holy fuck. Mingi is definitely doing this again. His eyes cloud as you swallow him in, every inch being lubed up easily. He sets a slow pace, pushing you further up the mattress with his bigger body that cages over your own soft and completely willful one. His hips rock forward, every so often to pull all the way back until his tip is around your ring and just slide in. He groans under his breath, quiet in the night. Your own sounds are whimpered and small due to the pillow in your face. Your face scrunches, and mingi feels you stirring, moving in your sleep as you begin to wake up. “Hey sleeping beauty” he shushes, leaning over you to prop his hands on either side of your head instead, making sure he doesn’t slip out. “‘m just using you like you told me to” he would sigh into his words, stuttering every so often when he bottoms out again and again, his hips dig and prod so good, burying to the hilt and pushing his tip into your cervix. “Perfect pussy, was made for me..” he groans, fingers digging hard into the sheets. “mingi..” You finally whisper, driving his heart rate higher, he hums to answer you, thrusting his hips down quicker.

Groaning at your walls fluttering. You're cumming with a shudder, pushing your ass back against his thrusts. “mingi-” you heave, shoving your face into the pillow. With a few extra sloppy thrusts, mingi stills with himself buried to the hilt inside you. It pools deep inside you, leaving you warm and sticky and oh so full. “Taking it soooo good, just like that..” he praises, soft breaths fanning against your face. He slips himself out to lay beside you, just to lay down for a bit. Your eye peaks open, meeting his sweaty face. “Hi, I missed you,” he chuckles.

San. He's so excited and so ready for it whenever, just nodding along and mutually agreeing on the topic. He'll want to know you're fully in it, even going out of his way for consent first at the start of the day. Like, always asking for consent even if you tell him to just use you already. Trust is easy when it's always consented beforehand. He loves you a lot, wouldn't even debate with you on the subject of who loves who more. And it isn't even a question when he trusts you blindly all the time.

He wants you to initiate that first time, so when you pull him out of the room as soon as he's off stage, he knows the way your feet stomp, n the way you grip his wrist in your hands. He bows his head at everyone who passes, all of them seemingly put off by your behavior. But it doesn't matter cause san is about to get high off of you. His face in shoved into your core the minute his knees hit the floor of the bathroom, his pants creasing, he's still sweaty from performing on stage, but who gives a fuck when your leg is thrown over his shoulder. Pussy drinker !!! He swallows so hard and his tongue licks everything up, throat vibrating when he moans over your clit. You're tugging his hair and his scalp burns in the best way. You cum shortly after, and he devours it all. Pushing him into leaning against the wall so you can slot to your own knees and drop his pants, his buckle cluttering against the floor. His head gets thrown against the wall when you take him in your mouth, he palms your head but doesn't dare to grip it. The pace you set on his cock is yours to control and yours alone. He moans airily, thrusting his cock down your throat, I can see san preferring head to be messy, especially when you go down on him. So make those nasty gargling sounds and slurp him like you're thirsty. “Y-ah- you couldn't wait?” He asks through a moan, hands wrapping around to pull your hair out of your face. Ever the gentleman as he plunges his pulsing tip down your sloppy mouth. You hum around him, as if that's an answer. He cries, “oh- just like that- ugh” you hum again, he thrusts hard, cumming just as harshly. You swallow everything and more, overstimulating him when your cheeks hollow as you pull off him with a pop. He's pulling you up to sloppily make out. You stop him, finger over his lips when he chases you. “We have to get back baby, I can't be late.”

n somno? He's the one to initiate it. He's coming back to your shared hotel room after doing a live. Exhausted and just wanting to cuddle. The first thing he hears when he moves into the bed next to you is you calling his name, hand reaching around for him. “San?” You whisper. He heeds your call with a kiss on your cheek. Intertwining your wandering hand with his. “I'm here baby” You turn over your side, humming with content when you fall back to dreamland. Something about you calling him, just needing to feel his hand over you, god, it's ridiculous, but he's hard. He tries to breathe, to ward the boner away. But you look so pretty in those shorts, and your top is so silky falling off your shoulder like that.

And soon enough he's giving into his desires and working his cock with his hand that isn't in yours. Tugging himself off and hiding his noises, it's not enough, of course not, cause it's not your pussy, he's just not in it, even when he spits in his hand and uses his precum. He can't even focus, turning you over to lay flat on your back, his hand slipping from yours. You stir, just slightly, eye peaking open to look down at him over your waist, he holds himself just above you, pecking the skin where the shirt rid up on your tummy. He kisses your hip that's free of the cloth on it, trailing kisses everywhere. “Can I pretty? Can I please have you right now?” he whispers so sweetly. You nod, despite still being groggy. “let me sleep still okay?”. You don't have to tell him twice, he kisses just under the swell of your stomach, appreciatively, dipping his hands into your shorts and undies to pull them off in one go. “Just let me do it all, don't worry your pretty head about anything” Pussy drinker !!!! His face is buried inside you, grinding his cock against the white sheets, you hum and moan quietly, urging him on.

He brushes his nose against your clit and indulges himself on working you with his tongue and his fingers, praising you through breaths when you come to the edge, he lets you cum with a gaspy call of his name, encouraging your thighs to almost suffocate him when he laps up your juices. He crawls up to you with one more appreciative kiss against your clit, pushing his cock in with ease, neglected and so red :( he practically falls apart above you. Snapping his hips a couple of times to be as close to you, pushing himself to cum from all the strain he's been putting his poor cock through. He pants when he cums, your name falling off his tongue like a sinatry, all the while you hardly stir, eyebrows scrunching at the warmth of his load gathering in your cunt. You're so warm, he falls atop you with a sigh, stilling inside. You're both definitely going for a second round, cause he woke you up and now he's the sleepy one.

Seonghwa. Oh! Okay! Oh god. He loves the idea, although a little nervous at first, all mutual agreements might end up with you both already going through a list of things that is completely fine. Would want to know everything you don't like and do like beforehand. He's so happy to know you trust him, although it took a hard time for him to open up to you, he's completely and wholeheartedly in it as soon as he knows, communication is the first thing with him and then trust. It's very sweet for a while until you guys actually get to doing it.

Uhm, I also see him as a pussy drinker, sorry not sorry. He wants to be buried in you all the time. But it isn't until you're propped up on the couch, the tv playing in the distance, he's been needy for affection lately and maybe you haven't noticed it as much, he shifts against your hip, head leaning over your shoulder, watching your eyes slump close and flutter from his breath on your cheek. For a second you think he's getting up when he slips down the couch, but the next he's throwing your legs over his shoulder and tossing your pants. When did that happen? “Go on love, keep sleeping, don't mind me” you do mind. A lot. He kisses your inner thigh. Even as he pushes his hair behind his ears softly and sticks his tongue out to lick along your entirety. You buck as he swirls your little bud, sucking on it. His eyes are closed in bliss, hands gripping your thighs so tightly.

He eats you out like a man enjoying a five course meal, knowing every sweet spot that has you seeing stars, even without his fingers you cum with his name on your lips, but he keeps going, nosing your thigh before he's diving back in. He has you there in mere minutes again, you can't even focus on the dream you were just in. I can see seonghwa with his head buried in your thighs for hours with a few breaks in between that has you thinking he's done(he is not) trying out every little thing he thinks of, how quickly he can get you there and how easily you come undone if he just puts even his fingertips in. He teases you with his words and edges you on. Every so often if you're just doing something casual, he'll stick his hands down your pants and make you cum on his fingers. “That was a good one love, you sounded so pretty” you hate him. But it's no different when you straddle his waist when he's laying on the bed, his own phone in his hands.

He greets you gently, it's really innocent at first cause you're touchy and seonghwa loves it when you're touchy. When he notices your hips are wiggling back and forth over his lap, he places his phone to the side to watch you, you're just,,, just there. Hovering above him, he can feel the heat of your body over his own, your head on his chest as you pretend to relax with him. He knows what you're doing, and he lets you, his cock stirring in his silky pants at the thought of being inside you. Your finger scraps against the hem of his pants, he moans quietly. You pull him out of his slacks and pump him the rest of the way to make him fully erect, his hand lulled to the side as his phone continues to play the video he was once watching. You pump him slowly, watching his tip pebble with sticky white drops. He watches you come up to hover your hips above him, lifting your oversized shirt to the side. It's then he realizes you're not in anything other than the shirt. His lip perked up into a smirk, it's quickly wiped away when you sink down on him. His mouth falling agape. Screw his phone, it's already gone, across the bed. His hands guide your hips in lazy swirls, pretty moans falling from his mouth. His eyebrows furrow and he's just so pretty as you lifts your hips and drill them down on him, cutting off his moans every time you do so. His fingertips dig into your waist, pleading for you to keep going and helping you out when you slow down. Taking it at your own pace until he swings you forward and thrusts up into you.

It's you using him, but he needs to be buried to the hilt the entire time. “Keep going- mm” His cock throbbing against your insides and hitting so deep cause he's so long. He can get loud but it's mostly breathy moans. When he cums- and it's inevitable- he's crying from the overstimulation of you continuing to hug his cock in your cunt. He watches you swirl your hips forward to chase your own orgasm, pleading for you. “S’too much please please- cum on my cock- need it so bad” Not to stop, but to get there with him as he sputters with tears down his cheeks from how good he feels. You cum quietly, falling over his chest and leaving yourself buried in his neck, he whimpers. Your hips continuing to swirl. He grips them, stopping them so he can get some relief. When he's softening inside you, he kisses your head gently. Picking up his phone to continue scrolling.

Hongjoong. Again! He loves the idea. It doesn't take any convincing. He might be the one to bring it up first. It'll start off with free use and gradually get to talking about the somno part. He'll tell you he wants to know your thoughts before he voices his own, just so he isn't pressuring you into it. He buzzes with excitement and also just so much love. He's always wanted you both to feel comfortable enough to get to this part of your relationship. And when it finally comes up, he just uses and abuses it after the initial agreement. God. He loves knowing you trust him to do it to you whenever, and he vocally tells you he loves the idea of you using him when you feel like it. Despite being shy with how he says it. It doesn't take much time for him to fall completely for you and trust you with his entire being.

I see him using you all the time. Whenever he can get his sneaky fingers around your hips and dig his boner into you. Casually talking about his day when you're standing at the kitchen counter, well- he's already pulling your dress up and slotting your underwear down in a swoop. His nimble fingers slotting into you quickly. “What was that? Go on angel” he'll want you to talk through it, telling him about your day through whimpers and stuttering. “n then she- oh god joong just like that-” you’d end up a mess, and he hums, encouraging your words. Pulls out just as you're about to cum. And then he kisses your cheek and pulls your underwear back up. he's the worse. Ugh. You'll have to be the first to fuck him up. He's talking as he drives, a quiet tone to his voice in the peace and quiet, completely oblivious to the heat in your eyes. He stares at the road and practically jumps when you lean over into his lap, his hand goes to hold your head, on instinct.

“Bab-” you're pulling his zipper down. oh! Oh!!! OHOHO. He quirks in your grasp, cock springing to life the quicker you jerk him off. When you spit on his length that's when he moans lowly, you slap his thigh. And he jolts. “Pay attention to the road.” Fuck him up!!! Despite reaching that edge with only a few short tugs and your painted lips swirling over his tip lightly, he doesn't cum at all cause you're already at the destined location. He hates it, he drove as slow as he could and yet he still didn't cum in your pretty mouth :( Grumbled whines under his breath as he shoves himself back into his jeans. The fabric hurts. And you're smirking at him like the devil. You're playing a dangerous game. And when he gets you alone in a house full of people you know, he's got you crying, pretty mascara running down your face and throating his length until your nose brushes against him.

“hngh- You did this to yourself angel” He clicks his tongue, head thrown back against the door. It's lewd and it's definitely free use for him when he uses your head to jerk himself off on your tongue. He takes a good solid time getting there, shoving his load down your throat and pulling out enough to watch the rest spurt over your lips. Swipes it off with his thumb and puts it back in your mouth. “suck,” if by chance he's sleeping or resting, which is rare. You won't be the one to do it to him often, on the other hand he'll want you to. But he definitely won't make you. So one day when you've had it rough, just tug his sweats down with his back resting against the bed, a soft edge to his face when he sleeps. pillow slotted under his grasp and head thrown to the side. Oops, he's already hard. Morning wood. Or was he just having a nice dream? You're already on him in seconds, bottoming him inside til your pelvis meets his. His eyebrows furrow and his breathing picks up. Gasps falling out of his parted mouth, his hands twitch every so often when you call his name quietly. As if he can hear you in his dreams. Your name is the only thing he says every so often, jumbled and under his breath when he moans prettily.

Whenever he twitches too much inside you, and his face scrunches you stop so he can't cum just yet. He'll whimper and whine, throwing his head back and around. His hand comes to rub his face and then fall back to his side, right next to your knees. You swirl your hips against and practically write your name on his dick. He'll stir the second time you edge him, waking him up to one of the best sights. “Ah. m- fuck- cumming” he whimpers, pistoning his hips up to meet yours, he continues to do so even when he cums, load splattering against the sheets when it pools out of you, he tells you to keep going, encourages it too. Sloppy the whole time, overstimulating himself so he's hard again, throbbing and moaning loudly, his cheat shuddering with every breath he takes. When you cum he's pulling you down to shove his tongue down your throat, catching every sound and vocal cue with his fingers rubbing against your clit. He overstimulates you in the process too.

Yunho. Might genuinely take a couple of times to talk about it more than once. He just wants to know you're the one completely fine with it. (cause he is!) He'll work his way up to it, sleepy sex and telling you he'll handle it the whole time. And when he feels the need to be buried in you, he'll always ask beforehand, tell him he doesn't even need to ask, cause he always will. He trusts you with his heart, so of course, he trusts you completely when it comes to sex. You both are completely in tune.

It's mostly casual when it happens. It usually starts because you're in a position he likes, letting his imagination go on for a bit, you're on your tummy on the couch, feet kicking behind you and typing away at your phone. He could feel like a perv for the way he's looking at you, oblivious to his growing hard-on. But he can't help it when he crawls over you to lay on your back, his dick pressing into you through his sweats. You go to question him. He smiles shyly. “Nothing baby, just want to be close to you” yeah uh huh sure bud. It's fine for a couple of seconds until his hips move, and he's sighing in your ear. You just let him get himself off, typing away. Ignorant to the way it's just not working for him, he slips your shorts down, and you only slightly help with lifting your hips. He'll immediately go at it, kissing your shoulder and neck, appreciation on his tongue when he tells you he'll be quick. He slips himself out and bottoms inside with ease. The stretch is perfect.

Yunho has a big cock but you take it like a champ, he always has you prepped for him too. It's just so easy to slip into you. His hand snakes under your waist to pinch your clit, you jolt away from the sensation, dropping your phone. It slides too far from your reach. It's not long of yunho's soft pace before you moan at him to go faster. Through a gaspy groan he laughs, his large palm holding him up on the arm of the couch and the other spreading your thigh farther open for him to watch you suck him inside. His pace quickens, it's enough for you to feel satisfied, throwing your hips back to meet him. The slapping noises are lewd, consuming the entire living room with just you two. Yunho is just big in general, so the tiny couch(that needs to be replaced) hardly holds his size. He's using his foot to push himself harder into you, his knee bending the couch harshly. Soft grunts and heavy pants coming from his chest, it reverbs off your back, although he's leaning over you he's still close.

His other hand circling your clit and swirling the bundle. You cum with a guttural whimper, his name quiet on your tongue. “gonna fill you up real good baby,” he smirks through his words. “You're gonna keep it in, yeah?” You nod your head, whining from the sensitivity. Yunho cums with your name chanting off his lips, hips stuttering above you. If you do use him while he's sleeping he's more likely to move with you, meeting your hips as he ruts in his sleep. Eyebrows pulled taunt and mouth agape. He lets out the prettiest groans. He cums with one final loud moan, fisting the sheets, and completely and wholeheartedly falls back into sleep. It's like he didn't wake up at all, and he didn't! Make sure you clean him up tho. Carefully. I see him using you more than you using him, only on occasion though. When he's sleepy and just wants to feel you around his cock. So hard he can't take the strain anymore, he throws your thighs over his lap, already pantsless both of you. Your sleepy body leaning into his warmth.

He kisses your calve, propping both of your legs over his shoulder before he's sliding in. He's already prepped you with his fingers. He's a bit more quiet then, focus on just having his way with you(because you let him) but also to see you unravel with him with no filter or anything blocking you from letting it all show on your face? He really likes it, like. Really. Likes it. His sloppy hips are more likely to make you wake up, or the stretch in your legs as you're bent over him, sandwiched between him and the bed, his thumb drawing figure eights on your clit to reach you there faster. Your whine is scratchy, signaling you're close. He'll coax you with words even if you can't hear him “go on baby, cream around me” He groans right in your ear when you tip, hands reaching out to hold him close because you've suddenly woken up to your legs shaking and an orgasm wracking your body. Yunho often cums with you and this time is no different, he's stilling with his chest shaking from his breathing. Curling his hips forward so he's all the way in. Keeping you full with his essence.

Yeosang. It takes sooo many words of affirmation for him to even think about it. He's just a bit too scared of the idea of you not being in the mood or enjoying it. He puts your pleasure before his all the time and when you tell him to just use you to his heart's content he just really can't :((( baby just wants you to be in it as much as he is. He wants to know his pretty baby is feeling as good as he is, and eventually, he'll tell you that himself when you bring it up again. You're free to use him whenever !!! He'll always be prepared and ready for you. He gets turned on by you, even mentioning you want him in that way. (He loves being the one you want even if the situation isn't sexual), so when you tell him to imagine, you're always wanting him (and you do). His thoughts on it will shift.

Once again, he doesn't act it out much when it comes to free use. On the other hand, I could see him turning over in his sleep, waking up from a sweaty dream. He can't get the thoughts of dream-you out of his head, so he does what you've recommended you both do before, kissing your shoulder to see if you'll wake. You don't, and so he goes on, trailing them down your collar before he's at the hem of your shirt. He's slipping himself under it. Sucks on your boobs while he jerks himself off :( I don't really see yeosang using your cunt as you sleep; he prefers to see his pretty baby up close to see your eyes flutter. But maybe on a special occasion if he really really REALLY wants you, he'll push you to your side so your back is pressed against his chest, pulling your shorts and undies down enough to push his cockhead in. He sighs so prettily and makes sure you don't show any discomfort from the stretch, his pace is slow and sleepy, just trying to get there from a few thrusts in your warm and wet hole.

He'll use his fingers to rub soothing circles around your clit. Paying special attention to the way your body reacts cause you can't really use your words. When it comes to sex like this he's quiet. Not very vocal cause he's so focused on driving his hips in and out of you. His length soothing in its pace against your cervix. Your eyes flutter when you feel the heat of needing to cum, waking up in the movement of yeosangs thighs against your ass. “Yeo-” you cry quietly, cumming tightly, the fluttering around his length has him airily groaning, your hand reaching to hold his that's kept on your waist to hold you close. He hums, broken and short and breathy. Before he's speeding up his messy pace and cumming inside. He stills and doesn't bother moving for a good minute, even as you turn your head to pepper kisses on his temple, his face shoved into your neck. Genuinely could see him almost falling asleep like that, buried inside you and completely comfortable. But as soon as he feels you wiggling he'll get to cleaning up. Also the type to just let you use him whenever you want too, he'll gladly just sit back and let you.

He'll be on the couch with his phone in hand, probably in one of the many dressing rooms waiting for the rest of the guys to get back. You drop to your knees in front of him and he immediately fumbles, eyes dashing to the door. “I locked it, don't worry” you pull the zipper of his brand new pants down, the leather straining against his thighs. His cock throbbing in your tight grasp, pumping him to stand full. He'll throw his head back against the couch and bite his lip to hold his moans when your mouth wraps around him. Getting him there quicker than he can proudly say, he'll whimper and hold his own hips down. Noticing every sound and how loud it seems to him. He'll hold your head, gently, following you with it against the back of it. Your pace is rough and brutal, getting him off with sticky noises and humming against his tip. He might actually start whimpering through his bruised lips.

“Sl-slow down-nng” oh my god he feels a bit bad when his hips thrust up against your throat. Eyes scrunching with pleasure, his hips don't know whether or not to pull away or to keep drilling up into you. So he's squirming on the couch, little sounds escaping here and there when you swallow around him. He warns you when he's about to cum, his hips driving away from you and digging into the couch. His hand fisting against the back of your neck shakily. Your name is the last thing he says before he's seeing stars and shooting his load on your tongue, if you swallow it up greedily he will definitely start shaking from the stimulus. “Jagi- ah.” His hand curls, your lips popping off him. He completely deflates on the couch. You'll have to do the cleaning up, be gentle though he gets really sensitive.

Jongho. It really is about trust with him. It will take a lot and so long before you guys even get to that part. Trusting you completely will be the most fragile part of it, jongho doesn't necessarily wear his heart on his sleeve so when he gets into it with you, he really has to think about it on his own for a good couple of days. So when he comes around and brings it up again, you tell him he doesn't have to agree for your sake. But he genuinely is agreeing because he loves you, and he's beginning to love the idea of being used by you when you need him. He just always wants to provide in every way possible. He'll only want to use you on the most stressful of days, though.

His cock is there for you to use and abuse to your content. He won't verbally say it (ever) but you know he finds a certain love for you using him so much. He'll be resting with his head on the couch and his body completely relaxed, drifting away in his own head. He'll immediately wake up to you leaning on his lap. He's no fun for somno, he wakes too easily especially if he feels you on his lap or anywhere near his dick. He'll paw at your hips and sigh knowingly. Eyes still closed and just the hint of a grin on his lips. “Right now?” He'll tease, his sleepy voice just ugh, and the little chuckle he does. Slide down his shorts and help him shuffle them down a bit, he'll help with pumping himself a bit so you can shuffle your own clothing off. Just slow strokes to his growing cock, he shudders when you line him up and use his tip to drag through your folds. Might even get impatient with the way his hips buck. But when you sink down his eyes are slowly opening to watch your joint area. Swirling your waist back and forth on his lap.

He's not very helpful this way; you're the one who woke him from his nap and now you should be the one to get you both off. You're cumming before he is, hips stilling and falling on his chest. He clicks his tongue, a short amount of teasing coming from his chest. His hips stutter, pushing you back down with his strength. He cums shortly after. Just buzzing with domesticity, he'll just be happy to stay like that for a while, but the liquids dripping along his body just won't do for him. You're the one cleaning up cause you initiated it ! Sorry not sorry. If it's a long day and jongho is just coming home, his body is heavy and his head pulsing with a growing headache from the amount of things memorized. You'll be the first thing on his mind, being close to you always blows off steam but he will debate on whether or not he'll want to wake you up or just go on ahead.

So he takes the easier option. Cooing at you gently when you sigh softly, he's positioned right by your butt as you're turned on your side. You’ve definitely fallen asleep from waiting on him. You'll call his name softly, propping your head up to look at him. “Shh, just relax and let me do all of it for you, turn your pretty head off for me” he kisses your lips so sweetly, just a short peck and you're already turning your head back into the pillow he brought from the bedroom, body sighing and falling back. Preps you with his hands and fingers, gently swirling them inside you and working you open for him. Encourages your orgasm when he knows you like a certain thing he does, shushing your soft moans. He always preps you to take him. He likes it better that way. So he's already strained and hard to the touch in his palm when he slips himself out of his jeans. Hissing from the harsh fabric under his breath. He'll make sure to lube himself up with his own spit beforehand so you're not lubing his length up completely by yourself.

Works the head in and gently leans over you, breathing softly above you. He'll swirl his hips to get himself all the way in, stopping to pull out and ease more of his length inside. Eyeing your comfortable state the entire time. His pace will be erratic and slow, just finding what works best for the angle and what makes you squirm around him. Once he finally finds it, he'll encourage it on, pouding into your gummy spot until you're whimpering. Hips stuttering occasionally from the way you clench around him “There you go, sweet girl, just like that” he coos, watching your body shake from the orgams ripping out of you You sigh so prettily when he drills his cock back in, holding your thigh to keep you close even as you pull from the overstimulation. His breath stuttering our of his lungs when he paints your insides. Falling the rest of the way over you. He sighs heavily. Brain shortwiring. He'll definitely be doing that again.

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UHM UHM, I... I GOT CARRIED AWAY.

Thank you to my pookie for being so patient with me ;( ily bb, here's that request you've been waiting for. And my cutie patootie @uhhheather for helping me out w jongho n yeosang. U played an important role so thank uuuuu