This Night Together - Chapter Four (j.yh + S.mg)

this night together - chapter four (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter four: a funny little feeling

chapter summary: your heat finally breaks, leaving you to relive every moment and every touch with a clear head. but you're sure you'll be able to just stay friends.

warnings: smut, all the a/b/o/omegaverse warnings, extreme horniness, masturbation, fingering, nipple play, rough sex, knotting, serious aftercare, emotional rollercoaster of hormones

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, abo/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 7.9K

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They’re dead asleep when the pain passes over you again, and after all the hours they had put in helping you come again and again, fucking and filling you over and over, you can’t bring yourself to wake them. Neither of them are in a rut, and this has to be getting tiring for them, even though they can share you, with a heat this hard you’re demanding constant attention and stimulation. There’s no way you won’t be feeling this for at least a week when it finally breaks. 

Yunho is laid out flat on his back, head turned away from you and his lips parted softly as he exhales little puffs of air. His upper arm is pressed along yours, but otherwise he isn’t touching you at all. Mingi on the other hand is curled over you, situated higher up on the bed than you, one broad hand resting between your breasts and a knee hitched up over your hips. 

No longer in the hazy space of peak heat, you’re able to breathe and take in the feeling of them so close. You can hear your own heartbeat, feel the thready hiss of your breath, but still they sleep on. 

Your nipples harden into painful peaks, a light sheen of sweat across your body once again, and your cunt pulsates with need. What you should do is wake them, beg them to knot you again until you can sleep a little longer in plump satisfaction, but you bite down and hold your tongue. 

It takes a moment to maneuver Mingi’s leg off you, his weight extra heavy while he’s deep in sleep, but you manage to push him off. That leaves you naked in the center of the bed, lying between both of them. 

You slip your fingers down your body and between your folds, finding your core wetter than you’ve ever been, so slick you can barely catch any friction where you need it. A soft whine bubbles from your lips, but it’s still almost a whisper and they don’t make a move. 

Steeling yourself, you arch your hips to give your hand better access, and wipe away as much excess slick onto your inner thigh as possible, returning your fingers to your swollen, throbbing clit and finding now, finally, you can feel something. At this stage of your heat it’s always harder to orgasm from manual stimulation alone, your body knowing intrinsically that what it needs is a knot, but you have to try. 

You circle your fingers, pressing firmly down over your clit and chasing as much feeling as possible, cupping your breast and tweaking your sensitive nipples to drive some additional sensation through your body. They sleep on beside you, and you bite down on your lip as you rock your hips up to meet your fingers a little better, trying all the while to keep quiet. Your legs widen on their own as you try to get what you need, but your thighs connect with each of them since they're crowded so close to you in the bed and you stutter to a stop to see if you’ve woken them. 

Yunho makes a heavy sigh but doesn't move and that’s all the permission you need to sink two fingers inside yourself and pick up the pace of your hips. A shuddering breath pushes out of you when you start hitting the tender point of your pleasure just inside your tight channel and your legs widen further. You’re losing yourself now, no longer cognizant of anything but your own need. 

Mingi’s hand shifts and cups your breast, but when you jerk your head to the side to look at him, he’s still fast asleep. 

Just a little more. All you need is just a little more. 

You’re caught looking at Mingi’s plush, parted lips. His forehead smooth and mind unbothered in sleep, and you admire his features. Masculine and sharp, with a softness to his eyes even when they’re closed. Heat pulses through you, and Yunho’s hand shifts. 

He sleeps on, his hand coming to rest on the juncture of your thigh and hip, and you whine softly as you continue thrusting your fingers into yourself, canting your hips up to meet every downward jut. 

Their hands on you feel electric, their scent filling you and making the atmosphere of the room heady. You’re so close, it’s right there for you. You widen your legs more, your thighs pressing further against them, but you don’t even care. Yunho shifts slightly, the sheet over his bottom half stretching taut and your mind buzzes - the hard line of his cock is suddenly clear and you stammer out a moan. 

Yunho inhales sharply, his fingers tightening on your thigh, and Mingi makes a small, sleepy noise next to you. When Mingi draws his hand back and inadvertently drags his palm over your nipple the sensation is just enough to finally push you over the edge. You moan as it crashes into you, your body locking up in pleasure and twisting in the sheets, and your breath is coming in short sharp pants as you ride out your sudden release. 

Your body shifts suddenly, and your eyes flutter open. In the dim light of the room you register quickly that Mingi has pushed you onto your side to face Yunho, who’s awake and looking at you with a blown out, flushed expression. 

“Ah, Mingi,” You stammer as he hikes up your leg to open you up to him. 

He doesn’t respond with words, but he crowds you with his body and aligns himself with your wet core, thrusting up inside you with one smooth stroke. You curse, gripping down on the sheets at the sudden sensation, but he pulls you closer still like he needs to touch every inch of your skin. His teeth close over your shoulder, far enough from your gland to be safe but still making you start in his arms and try to twist to find his eyes. Hot hunger strikes back up through your body at the sensation, but you know you don’t want him quite like this.

“Mingi, baby,” You reach for him, threading a hand into his hair, “l-let go,” 

His teeth sink into you a little more, not enough to break the skin but certainly enough to hurt and his hands tighten.

Your eyes flick to Yunho’s and you watch his face clear suddenly from the primal haze he woke up in, and he meets your eyes. He wets his lips and eases down in the bed a little more, “Mingi, stop,” 

Mingi breathes out heavily, a hot stream of air across your damp skin. 

“Mingi,” You murmur softly, knowing that he needs a little help snapping out of the haze, “alpha, please let me go,” 

His jaw relaxes and he pulls his mouth away from your shoulder. He’s still holding you tightly, but you feel him coming back to the surface, realizing that this isn't a dream. 

Yunho cups your cheek softly, “You okay?” 

You nod, shifting to kiss his palm gently before reaching back behind you for Mingi, “I’m good, I promise,”

“Jesus, did I hurt you?” Mingi’s grip softens as he finally realizes what’s going on around him. 

“No,” You answer clearly, no space for ambiguity with something like this, “I just knew you were still kind of out of it,” 

“I bit you,” He registers 

“And I liked it,” You squeeze his hip where you reach around, “just not while you were that out of it,” 

“What happened?” He manages. 

You blush scarlet, “I woke you up by accident,” 

Yunho smiles, a little amused at your choice of words. He had rocketed into consciousness and watched you finish the minute you moaned, fighting the urge to sink his own fingers inside you as you came apart in ecstatic pleasure right before his eyes. 

Mingi pushes up onto his elbow to see you better, his expression confused. 

“You were both asleep,” You explain softly, adverting your eyes from his, “and I didn’t want to wake you, but I needed to take the edge off,” 

He smirks when he realizes your euphemism, “Oh,” 

“It didn’t work out like I planned,” You duck your face into the mattress and sigh. 

“You missed out,” Yunho smiles at you, dragging the back of his knuckle down your chest and back up again, “she looked gorgeous,” 

If you could blush more, you do. 

“Mm,” Mingi nuzzles you, “why wouldn’t you just wake us? That’s what we’re here for,” 

“You’ve got to be exhausted by now,” You explain softly, “I thought I’d give you a break,” 

Mingi hums quietly, dropping his lips to your shoulder to kiss you tenderly, and then his hands tighten again and he snaps his hips, dragging his cock out of you and plunging it back in, “Do I feel exhausted to you?” 

You moan tightly, reaching out and gripping onto Yunho’s arm as you recover from the sudden sensation, “God, fuck,” 

“God, fuck?” He teases you, “Yeah?” 

“Oh, shut up,” You sigh, grinding your hips back a little to feel him deeper. 

He groans and gathers you close in his arms, “You’re so cute,” 

You want to make fun, but something inside you sings at his praise and you smile softly, “Yeah?” 

“Aw,” Yunho smiles, “you’re blushing,” 

“Mm,” Mingi kisses your head, “do you not hear that enough? Should I tell you more?” 

“Mingi,” You make an attempt at protesting but your body flutters around him and you’re acutely aware of the sweat trickling down your brow and the feeling of his heart pounding against your back. 

“Cutie,” Mingi nips at your ear, tugging softly on the lobe, “did you take the edge off or do you need me?” 

Orgasm aside, your body is starting to fall back into the needy, desperate tendencies of heat and all you can manage is a gentle whimper. 

“Oh, pretty girl,” Mingi sighs, dropping his hand over your belly and nuzzling your head, “you need my knot, precious?” 

“P-please,” You choke, and even though a few minutes ago you might have been sated enough for sleep, the idea of it is enough to rocket you right back into desperate wanting. 

“Can I help?” Yunho murmurs softly. 

“Anything,” You nod, a little breathless and frantic. 

Mingi groans as you press your hips back into his and reach for Yunho, connecting your lips to his in a hungry kiss. Mingi snaps his hips again and you gasp against Yunho’s mouth. 

“Harder,” You reach back for his hip, nails scraping along his soft skin to try and get him to respond the way you need. 

He says nothing, but his hands shift to hold you steady, one on your hip and the other on your shoulder and then he starts to thrust. He listened perfectly - not faster, but harder, deeper. Every sharp click of his hips up snaps your hips against each other and drives his aching cock so deep you can’t think straight. 

You want to come so badly, you want to spasm around him so hard you make him come inside and you want to take every bit of it. Your brain is still a little blurry and you let your eyes close as you focus on the sensations. Mingi stretching you wide, his tight grip, Yunho’s hands caressing you gently in a dizzying contrast to the way you’re being fucked open. 

You whine at a particularly hard thrust, the head of his cock connecting with your cervix and lighting a bubble of pain up inside you, but it’s no worse than your intense hot cramping. 

“God,” Mingi pants, his hips canting up a little faster, “you’re so fucking hot,” 

Yunho smiles, and then presses forward to catch your mouth again. His fingers trace down from your chest to your belly and back up, one hand cupping your breast and a thumb flicking across your nipple. 

You moan hard, breaking away from his mouth and dropping your face into the pillows, “Again,” 

He flicks again, and you bury your face deeper into the pillows as you moan. 

“No, no,” Mingi’s hand on your shoulder shifts up into your hair, pulling your head back slowly, “don’t hide,” 

Your muscles lock up around his cock and he hisses. 

“You like that?” He pulls your hair a little harder, yanking you against his shoulder so he can hold you still. 

You whine out an affirmative response, one hand reaching for something and finding Yunho’s chest. 

“I want to hear you come, beautiful,” Mingi’s breath is hot on your ear, and he adjusts his body slightly so he can drive his cock into you again and again at a punishing pace. 

“More,” You manage. 

“Y-Yunho,” Mingi groans, “play with her some more,” 

Yunho makes a hungry noise and then you feel his mouth close over your nipple. 

“Oh, god,” your body arches hard into them. 

You’re sandwiched tight between them, and then Yunho sucks hard and the sensations flowing through you double. 

“Do that again,” Mingi pants. 

Yunho obliges, sucking hard again and then flicking his tongue firmly over your pebbled nipple, his fingers coming up to tease the other. 

“I’m gonna fucking come,” You stammer, “I’m- I’m,”

“Taking your alpha’s cock so well,” Yunho bites at your breast, “our good, good, girl,” 

“The fucking best,” Mingi chokes. 

Good, the best. Theirs. Your brain bubbles over with the praise and you cup Yunho’s head in your palm, pressing him closer to your body and forcing more of his mouth over you. Your legs start to shake, and Mingi’s hand on your hip slips down and his fingers start to circle your clit. Frantic and fast. 

“F-fuck,” You hold onto them for dear life, “I’m coming, I’m, ah, fuck,” 

“Shit,” Mingi thrusts up hard and you feel his swollen knot, “oh shit,” 

“Inside,” You beg, “alpha, please,” 

He all but growls, and it burns, but he pushes in. Your fluttering channel expands just enough to accept him inside and then you feel him swell properly to lock in place, spilling seed so deeply that for a hazy moment inside your orgasm you daydream that not even your implant could prevent that from taking root. 

You can barely feel your body, all of you shuddering and panting after the intensity, but slowly you feel Yunho kiss along your breasts and up your chest, and Mingi’s hands soften to smooth over your skin in a comforting pattern. 

“She asleep?” Yunho mumbles as he kisses more of your chest. 

“Maybe,” Mingi responds and then he squeezes your hip, “baby, you with us?” 

“Mm,” You manage. 

Mingi chuckles, “Does my knot feel good, tiny?” 

You sigh pleasantly. 

“I think that’s a yes,” You feel Yunho’s smile on your skin, “she’s practically glowing,” 

“Beautiful,” Mingi murmurs. 

Yunho’s gone suddenly though, and your eyes flutter open, “W-where?” 

“Getting you water,” He soothes, still on the bed just a little bit further from you than he was, “I need you to drink some of this and then we can cuddle all you want,” 

You take the glass, eagerly drinking as much of the water as you can at this odd, twisted angle and Mingi chuckles again behind you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. 

“That’s good,” Yunho smiles when you pass the glass back. 

“Come back,” You reach out again, needing to feel him. 

He drops the glass on the side table and eases himself back over until you’re pressed front to back between them both. Every inch of your skin that can touch one of them does, and you finally feel at peace. Yunho wraps an arm around you both and kisses your hair, “Better?” 

“Don’t leave,” You mumble, sleep clinging to you once again. 

“We’ve got nowhere to be, jagiya,” Yunho soothes, kissing your lips softly. 

“Hmm,” You sigh, your tense muscles releasing one by one, the warm feeling of Mingi’s hard cock inside you washing over you like a salve. 

“Perfect,” Mingi murmurs, and then sleep takes you under. 

It continues like this for what feels like hours. You wake in needy desperation and one of them is suddenly inside you. You lose count, if you ever had count to begin with. They knot you over and over again, make you come over and over again. On their fingers, their tongues, dragging your slick aching cunt across their thighs if that’s what you need. You lose track of time, and if they’re being honest so do they. 

Nothing exists now but this bed and their bodies. 

Nothing until it all breaks. 

Coming out of heat is always stark and sudden. Where pre-heat lasts hours, sometimes days and you can feel your body changing and adjusting to accommodate the surge of hormones, when it ends it just ends. It feels final and stark, like you’ve been doused with a bucket of cold water, and all the aches and pains in your body that the endorphin surges drowned out come back tenfold. 

You know it the minute you open your eyes, no hazy feeling in your limbs or pulsing between your thighs. This time it’s all over, and with strange clarity you realize just how fucked you are. 

“Fuck,” You breathe softly, remembering every detail from the past few days and how stripped down and bare you were in front of two men that not only are you not involved with, you work with. 

A small groan to your side brings you out of your thoughts as Yunho wakes and registers your soft curse, “Shh, shh,” he hums, “I’m right here,” 

“Oh,” You open your mouth to tell him it’s over, but his hand is already pushing between your thighs. 

He pushes himself up onto his side, his hair messy and eyes bleary, “There we go,” he murmurs, hoarse and low as his fingers find your clit. 

The overstimulation is immediate and you hiss, pulling back with your hips, “Ah, ah, no,” 

His fingers raise, “Does that hurt?” 

“Yeah,” You manage, “Yunho, I’m,” 

“That’s okay,” He swiftly cuts off your words, still sunken into his soothing alpha tone, “I won’t hurt you, jagi,” 

“I know,” You manage, looking for the right words to tell him he doesn’t need to do anything more, but he smoothly finds your entrance with his fingers, still wet with leftover slick and cum, and pushes two inside you. He’s slow and deliberate, watching your face for any discomfort, and even though it burns a little it’s also a dizzying pressure that leaves you moaning softly in his arms. 

He drops his lips to your shoulder as he rhythmically pumps his hand and he sighs hot against your skin, “There’s my girl,” 

His girl. Your heat addled brain had been desperate and aching for it, ready to make them both your alphas for life in the thick of your delirium, but this… this would just be sex. It feels suddenly dishonest, uncomfortable and wrong. They had offered to help with your heat, but that part of whatever your relationship with them is, is now over. 

“Yunho,” You stutter out, and he hums, mistaking your sounds for pleasured whimpers. You blink hard and steel yourself, “Yunho, stop, please,” 

His fingers push forwards and then stop immediately and he adjusts quickly, pulling them out and turning to look up at you in the bed, “What’s wrong?”  

“Can I have that sheet?” You nod towards your legs where the sheet tangles up around your legs and he fishes it up immediately. Once it’s tucked around you, you feel a little better about meeting his eyes, “I’m sorry,” 

“Why?” He shuffles closer, wrapping an arm around you and you hear Mingi starting to stir to your other side, “Did I hurt you?” 

“No,” You assure him, “but it’s done,” 

“Done?” His eyebrows knit together and you remember he’s never done this before. 

“My heat broke over night,” You explain softly, “you don’t need to do anything else,” 

“Oh,” He blinks, “just like that?” 

“Mhm,” The intimacy of his arms around you feels so, so right, but you also know it’s part of this manufactured moment. You wouldn’t be here in bed with them both if it weren’t for a biological imperative that you can’t control by yourself, and a rational voice in the back of your brain is telling you to cut and run before this gets messier. 

“Are you okay?” He whispers. 

“I’m fine,” You nod, “a little sore.” 

“Can I get you anything?” He brushes your hair back from your cheek like a lover. 

“I think I just need,” Your voice cuts off as Mingi rolls towards you both, snuggling up to your opposite side and exhaling heavily against your hair. 

“What’s going on?” Mingi mumbles, sleep still clinging to him. 

“My heat’s over,” You rip the words off like a bandaid. 

“Shit,” He blinks, pushing himself up onto one arm, “I should have known, you smell different,” 

“Do I?” You glance between them. 

Yunho takes a deep breath, his eyes slipping closed and then he nods, “Milder,” he agrees, “chamomile and willow now, the honey is less pronounced,” 

“Give me a minute,” Mingi shakes his head, as if he’s willing sleep to stop clinging onto him, “I’ll get up and get you what you need,” 

“I’m fine,” You reiterate, and that’s mostly true, except for the thumping anxiety in your chest and the fact you’re desperate to not be naked in bed anymore. 

Mingi rolls his eyes, “You’re stubborn, I know you’re probably aching like hell,” 

“I really just need a shower,” You shake your head, “and then I can get out of your way,” 

“That’s not a great idea,” Mingi shakes his head, “you shouldn’t try and rush the comedown,” 

“Take it easy,” Yunho agrees, “there’s no work today anyways. Just relax, and I can drive you home this afternoon if that’s what you want,” 

What you want is to run. Your chest feels tight, and you’re so aware of their hands on you. Your brain gets stuck like a record skipping again and again, Yunho saying clearly that he can take you home. 

“If you need a couple more days,” Mingi jumps in and offers, “you should take them, I know this was a hard one,” 

“Really,” You need to move, so you start to sit up, “I’m okay,” 

You shimmy forwards and wrap the sheet around yourself as you slide out of Mingi’s bed. It’s not graceful and you’ve probably just flashed more skin than you want to, despite all the parts of you they’ve seen and touched the past few days, but you make it up to your feet. Pretty much immediately you feel like you might faint. 

“Whoa,” Mingi rolls out of bed fast, hands out and ready, “you okay?” 

“I’m good,” You brush him off, taking a step backwards, “just a little headrush.” 

Yunho looks nervous, watching you intently as he locates a pair of his sweats and pulls them on, “I think you should slow down, you’ve been here for days, what’s a few more hours?” 

You ignore him, “Do you mind if I use the shower?” 

Mingi’s lips press together hard in a line and you can tell he’s confused and not exactly happy with you, but he nods anyway. 

“Great,” You gather the end of the sheet so you can walk and then push yourself into the bathroom. Blissfully, they don’t follow you. 

Moving quickly you get the hot water going and lay out some towels, and while you wait for the temperature to adjust you collapse against the counter and take a deep inhale. Their apartment feels suddenly claustrophobic. You had really liked them, a tiny piece of you even day dreamed about dating Yunho when you first started. You shake those thoughts away and pull yourself into the warm spray, leaning hard against the tile wall. A flickering memory, Yunho holding you against his chest, Mingi cupping your cheek as they carried you out of the shower and back into bed. They took such good care of you, you can hardly believe they’re real. 

You shower until the water starts to run tepid, until you’re out of time again and need to go look them in the eyes. While you washed your skin again and again you thought about it all. Your stomach flips with nervousness, the idea of seeing them with your head clear alone making your palms clammy. 

The bedroom is empty when you get back, sheets stripped off the bed and piled high in the corner, the widow behind it pushed up and open. Your stomach twists painfully at the sight. They’re already airing out the nest and it makes you feel suddenly empty. You need to get home, wrap yourself in a tight cocoon of blankets and try not to think about what work tomorrow is going to look like. 

You dress quickly, pulling on your last pair of clean underwear and leggings, avoiding the sudden urge to wear Mingi’s hoodie again, and instead slip back into your sweater. You braid your wet hair back, pack up your things, and quietly order yourself an Uber. In ten minutes, you’ll be gone. 

You’ll have to see them one more time before you go, your stomach fluttering with sudden anxiety, but you brace yourself and head down the hall. 

“Um,” You clear your throat softly as you step into the living room, “hey,” 

“Hey,” Yunho smiles wide, “feeling okay?” 

“I’m good,” You assure him, watching as they both get to their feet, “but I really should get going,” you say it, but your stomach twists at the idea.

“Already?” Mingi says. 

“I can’t steal more of your time,” You adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder, “I really can’t thank you both enough for helping me out of the office the other night… and, you know, everything else,” your cheeks heat with blush. 

“You don’t have to thank us,” Mingi steps towards you, as if to reach for you, but he stops himself. 

“Right,” You glance down at your phone, your car now six minutes away. 

“Let me drive you home,” Yunho reaches for his keys on the island. 

“No, no,” You wave him off, “I already have a ride,” 

“Oh,” He lets his hand fall away from his keys. 

A beat of silence stretches between you all and you swallow, “I’m sorry, this is awkward isn’t it?”

“It shouldn’t be,” Mingi says with ease, “we just spent four days naked and locked in a room together,” 

His blunt honesty makes you laugh and you clap a hand over your mouth, “Oh god, we did, didn’t we?” 

“Yeah,” Mingi smiles, “I don’t think we need to be shy now,” 

Your shoulders relax, the air clearing, “Everything just felt like a lot, but you’re right,” 

Mingi shakes his head, reaching for you without asking and pulling you into his chest, “Just because you’re not in heat anymore doesn’t mean we’re strangers now,” 

“I know,” You let his familiar warmth relax your body further. 

“So, let me ask again,” His hand smooths up and down your back, “how are you feeling?” 

The word ‘fine’ sits on your tongue but you bite it back and choose honesty instead, “Overwhelmed,” 

“I thought so,” He hums, “cancel your car,” 

“What?” You pull back slightly in his arms. 

“You can’t just run away the second we’re not having sex,” He calls you out so easily it flusters you and you duck your head into his chest, “we need to talk, and you need to sit down and rest. And I know you’re hurting, so just take a breath,” 

You nod into him and then lift up your phone, “Okay,” 

You feel it lift out of your hands and you don’t hesitate, you wrap your arms around his back and grip him tight, soaking up his warmth and the steadiness of his breath. 

“Yunho,” Mingi murmurs, his voice low and soft, “can you make some tea?” 

“Got it,” Yunho says softly. 

You don’t know why you suddenly feel like crying, but you do. The body remembers trauma, but it remembers tenderness too. His arms feel right, even without the needy cloying of your primal brain, his body so warm and so steady that it cracks your emotions wide open. 

At your first, sharp intake of breath, sounding wet and locked up with tears, Mingi moves. He scoops you up with ease, settling you both back down on the couch and tucking you into his broad chest, “Shh, shh,” he soothes, “I’m right here,” 

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” You hide your face in his shirt with a sob. 

“That’s okay,” He nods. 

“This is so embarrassing,” Your voice is strained and thick with tears. 

“Why?” He tuts, “You cry if you need to cry,” 

“Hey,” Yunho sounds worried immediately as he comes back into the room, “what’s going on, what’s wrong?” 

You sniffle and shake your head into Mingi’s shoulder, your head feeling floaty as you try to focus on getting your blurry emotions under control. 

“This is normal,” Mingi says to Yunho, his voice even and low, “just like how flattened out you feel after a rut. It’s a lot of hormones, a lot of emotions, that’s why I wanted her to stay. She shouldn’t be alone just yet, and it’s an alphas job to help ground their omega,” 

“I didn’t realize,” Yunho murmurs, and you feel the weight of the couch shift as he sits down with you both. 

“Nobody explains,” Mingi shakes his head as he strokes your back, “all they teach you in Secondary Gender Presentations is knotting and pups, but there’s a lot more than that,” 

Hot emotion courses through you, and you sob again, “Mingi,” 

“Come here,” He pushes your arms a little, prompting you to wrap them around his neck and burrow closer, “You can feel me, right? I’m holding you, I’m right here,” 

“Mhm,” You exhale, shaky and broken. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” He soothes you, “okay, omega? I’m not leaving, Yunho and I are not leaving you.” 

You didn’t even know that’s what you needed, but his words soothe you instantly, the hammering panic of your heart settling slower and slower in your chest. 

Mingi clears his throat softly and readdresses Yunho, “She needs to know she’s not alone, especially after a heat that intense. It hits some people really hard, my ex used to be inconsolable after,” 

“Jesus,” Yunho murmurs, “I’m really fucking glad you’ve done this before,” 

Mingi’s chest jerks as he huffs out a laugh, “There’s a lot more to it, isn’t there?” 

Yunho makes a small noise of acknowledgement and slowly you start to feel your emotions level out. 

“M-Mingi?” You murmur wetly into his neck. 

“Yeah?” He squeezes you. 

“Thank you,” You sigh. 

“Mhm,” he soothes, “are you still feeling overwhelmed?” 

While your tears have subsided, bubbling anxiety still crawls under your skin and you nod against him. 

“Are you afraid?” He murmurs, picking up on your trembling hands. 

“I don’t know why,” You wish you could articulate it, reach deep down inside yourself and pull free this thread of niggling panic to get to the root of it, but you simply can’t. 

“That’s okay,” He assures you, “how about you let me take care of things, hmm?” 

“What things?” 

“Today,” He explains, “I know you’re stressed and I know you want to go home, but right now I think we should all stick together a little longer. Would that be okay with you?” 

“Yeah,” You breathe. 

“Good,” Mingi murmurs, “y/n, can Yunho hold you for a little while? I need a few minutes,” 

You unwind yourself from him and nod, sitting back so you can see his face. He smiles softly, wiping away your tears with his warm, broad hand. A little piece of you wants to kiss him, settle your fluttering heart once and for all, but it’s probably just the lingering pull from your heat so you push it aside. 

Yunho shifts on the couch and positions himself next to Mingi properly, “Hey,”

“Hey,” You smile, sliding off Mingi’s lap and into his, “are you doing okay?” 

“Me?” Yunho’s brow raises, “I’m fine,”

“I’ll be right back,” Mingi murmurs, brushing a hand along your hair, and you watch as he disappears into the kitchen. 

“Don’t be worried about me,” Yunho says, bringing your eyes back to him. 

“You’ve been quiet,” You tell him, “I just… I’m really trying not to fuck everything up just because I couldn’t afford my stupid suppressants,” 

His face screws up in confusion, “Fuck what up?” 

“Our… friendship,” You manage, “and the studio, and everything,” 

Nervous panic strikes through you again and you take a deep breath, closing your hands into tight fists and focusing on the pin pricks of pain in your palm as your nails dig in. 

“y/n,” Yunho shakes his head, “not a chance.” 

“You say that, but I know how these things go,” 

“Why?” He brushes you off with an easy smile, “You think just because I saw you naked I’m going to fall in love with you or something? It doesn’t really work like that,” 

Blush flushes your cheeks, “Please, don’t,” 

“Fall in love with you?” He clarifies, still smiling. 

“Yunho,” 

“Why can’t you fall in love with me in this scenario?” He nudges you, trying to make you laugh and break the tense knot that’s been here since you woke up, “I selflessly took off work to have copious amounts of hot, hot sex with you. I made you food, cuddled you all night, basically gave you a sponge bath,” 

Your hands relax. “You did not give me a sponge bath, Yunho,” You roll your eyes, “god, you’re annoying,” 

“Annoyingly lovable,” He clarifies. 

“Fine,” You nod, “annoyingly lovable, but I’m not going to fall in love with you.” 

“Then I guess we’re good then,” He assures you. 

“And work won’t be weird?” You check. 

“Work won’t be weird,” He shakes his head, “is that what you’re worried about?” 

“I guess,” You press a hand over your chest, the nervous flutter of your heart still there, “I just… I love this job. I’m finally getting what I want, and I’m making friends, and I have a mentor,” 

“Am I your mentor?” He interrupts, eyes widening a little. 

“Shut up,” You dismiss him, “you know how much help you’ve been to me,” 

“Mentor,” He smiles, looking a little elated. 

“Yunho,” You sigh and he clicks back in to your words, “what I’m trying to say is that… sex complicates a workplace, especially heat sex. I don’t want this to…. Fuck, I don’t know what I’m trying to say,” 

Yunho catches your fluttering hand in one of his and cups your cheek with his other, “Sex can just be sex.” 

“Can it?” You chew the inside of your lip, “For us, can it?” 

“If that’s what,” He starts to say. 

“Okay,” Mingi returns with an armful of goodies and a warm smile, “I’ve decided it’s a Netflix and nap day,” 

“Wait, hang on,” Yunho shakes his head, getting you to face him again, “listen to me. You’re afraid that spending your heat with us is going to change things, affect our relationship and make work different.” You nod a little and he smiles, “I can’t tell you everything will be exactly the same because honestly, we just are closer now. It was intimate, and I don’t know about you but I feel closer to you, but that doesn’t mean it changes our friendship or fucks up our ability to work together. It means whatever we want it to mean,” 

Mingi drops the blankets and pillows in his arms and steps closer, “Yunho’s right, y/n,” he murmurs, “we’re adults, this isn’t going to ruin anything if we don’t let it.” 

“Friends, then?” You glance between them, “Sex can just be sex, like you said?” 

Yunho swallows hard and then nods. 

“Friends,” Mingi says. 

The panic in your chest starts to recede. “So, we’re okay?” You ask finally. 

“We’re okay,” Yunho nods, “we’re perfectly okay.” 

“We’re okay,” Mingi agrees. 

You nod, exhaling a long breath, “So,” You nod towards the steaming cup on the coffee table, “is that tea for me?” 

“Yeah,” Yunho gives you a soft squeeze, “here,” he shifts you off his lap and passes you the warm mug. 

“You really don’t mind if I stay a little longer?” You check. 

Yunho shakes his head immediately, “I would like it if you did,” 

“Okay,” You sigh, the knot inside you finally gone. 

“Great,” Mingi goes back to his project, “just hang on one sec,” 

You watch as he reaches inside the front lip of the side of the couch you’re not sitting on for a handle and then he pulls, the couch opening up and producing two more large sections of cushion that turns that half into almost a bed. 

“You do a lot of napping?” You tease him. 

“Ha, ha,” He shakes his head as he tosses out some blankets and pillows, “we have guests sometimes,” 

“Ah,” You nod. 

He disappears for another moment and when he returns he’s well equipped once again. He waves you over, “Okay,” he says, “tuck in, get cozy. I’ve got some pain killers for you, water, and snacks. I figured we could just hang out, watch something dumb on TV and then if you feel better later or like you want to head home, we’ll take you then.” 

You want to kiss him again, and when Yunho smooths a hand down your back and smiles brightly at you, you want to kiss him too. Whatever that means is too complicated to think about for the moment, so you don’t. 

When it’s all said and done, you’re sandwiched between them on the pull out, tucked under Yunho’s arm and falling into absolute hysterical laughter at the reality show Mingi threw on. He called it a guilty pleasure with a shrug despite your teasing, and fifteen minutes into the first episode you and Yunho both are ashamed to say you’re hooked. 

You can feel sloshing waves of emotion inside you as you let yourself relax, but their proximity keeps you calm and collected. It’s sometime after lunch when you finally take the opportunity to ask Yunho again, Mingi thankfully asleep to your left side. 

You prod his leg gently under the covers, “Hey,” 

“Hmm?” He glances down at you. 

“How are you doing?” You ask softly, prodding him again. 

“I’m fine,” His brows knit together in confusion, “why wouldn’t I be fine?” 

Using his chest for leverage you shift off him, turning towards him eye to eye now so you can actually have a conversation with him. “You still seem kind of quiet,” You explain, “and you’ve both been so fixated on me and what I need, but I’m just checking in. It was your first time going through someone’s heat, so, I don’t know what that’s like for you,” 

Your mind flicks back to the moment you begged him to claim you, desperate and clinging to him, the way his eyes blew wide with wanting and he almost, almost succumbed. His whisper on your throat as he held himself to his promise - Not like this, sweetheart, never like this. 

He hesitates, and quietly under the blankets you move your hand into his. 

“Yunho,” You prompt him, “it’s okay to tell me,” 

“I mean,” He studies your face and then sighs, “I am fine, really, I am, but do feel different.” 

“Different how?” You murmur. 

“Clingy, still?” He offers, but you can tell he doesn’t really know what to make of his own emotions, “When you said you were leaving I felt sick,” 

“Me too,” You nod, “but it makes sense,” 

“Does it?” 

You shift closer, your legs leaning on his now, “Mingi’s right, we spent four days locked in a room together. All we did was be intimate and share emotions…”

“Then why did you want to leave so quickly?” He asks, no judgment in his voice at all. 

“Yunho,” You smile, “I don’t know if you’ve picked up on it or not, but I’m not the best at sharing. Or admitting I need help.” 

“So you were running,” 

“I guess,” You nod, “I was just embarrassed and then before I knew it I had one foot out the door,” 

“I don’t want you to feel embarrassed about this,” He shakes his head, sliding his hand up your arm, “I don’t like that.” 

You sigh, “I know, but the idea of being back in the studio after this? I mean I’ve worked with you for what, two months? We really barely know each other, I’m the new girl. How am I not supposed to worry about us being too familiar after this?” 

“So we’ll be familiar,” He presses, “I promise, it really is okay. Mingi and I are not going to treat you any differently where the work is concerned, but we can be friends.” 

“Friends,” You repeat the sentiment with a nod, “you’re right, and these feelings will fade,” 

“Feelings?” He says softly. 

“Like Mingi said,” You tell him, “it keeps coming in waves, but the consistent thing is that I don’t want to be apart yet, even not touching feels wrong.”

“Exactly,” He nods enthusiastically, “every time you get up to pee I feel like I should follow you and guard the door it’s kind of ridiculous,” 

Laughter bubbles out of you and you cover your mouth, glancing over at a still sleeping Mingi, “The protective alpha instincts are really no joke, I guess,” 

“Mm,” He smiles, “Mingi has a handle on it, it was just so much more than I expected it to be,” 

“How long were he and his ex together?” You ask. 

“Two-ish years?” He says, “So yeah, he has a good handle on himself.” 

“Do you think he feels the same way as you do?” Your eyes dart back over to Mingi’s fully peaceful face as he sleeps. 

“Probably,” Yunho shrugs, “but he’s very good at only letting people see what he wants them to see,” 

“I’m getting that,” You murmur. 

There’s a long beat between you and finally you twist back to look at him, “I know it’s just the hormones,” you tell him, “but can we cuddle?” 

“Sure,” He scoots down on the couch, gathering you close, your head now resting on the crook of his arm, “This okay?” 

“Perfect,” 

Now that you’re not looking at him, the next thing you say feels so much easier, “I have to thank you for what you did,” you smile, “or didn’t do, I guess,” 

He’s quiet for a moment and then, “I almost did though,”

“I know,” You remember the sensation of his teeth dragging along your throat, “but you stopped,” 

“I didn’t realize how right it would feel in the moment,” He says softly, “and I just wanted to make you stop hurting,” 

You pat across his chest until you find his hand and you lace your fingers together, “You did,” you fight the urge to kiss him, “and for what it’s worth, Mingi was right. I don’t think I could have gotten through this at home by myself, I’ve never had a heat this hard,” 

“Now I’m really glad we brought you home,” 

“Mm,” You nod, “I don’t know what I would have done,” 

He hugs you a little more tightly, “I keep meaning to ask you something,” 

“Anything,” You shift to look up at him. 

“Suppressants,” He says, “when will insurance cover the ones you need?” 

“Nineteen days,” You recite, “nearly there.” 

“You’ll be alright until then?” He asks. 

“Should be,” You nod, “I’ll have time to onboard before my next heat so everything should be much more manageable,” 

“Good,” He brushes a hand along your hair and then settles it high on your back. 

You expect him to offer, to indicate a next time, but he doesn’t. Something distant in your gut twists and the thought that maybe this really is a one-time thing. You know it should be, you work too closely together to muddle it all up with all these emotions, especially when you can barely tell now if it’s your biological need for an alpha or if you really do just like them. But the thought of leaving and never being held by them like this again hurts a little, more than you thought that it would. 

When Mingi wakes a little later you all stay cuddled up a little longer. You eat dinner together and by the end of the meal, you’re all sitting a few feet apart. You still want to be here with them, but the desperate pull to touch them has faded almost completely by the time you’re done with your spicy noodles. 

The drive back to your apartment is quiet, and you’ve been away from work and insulated with them for so many days that you feel distantly like it’s the last day of summer and the night before school. You want to stretch out the seconds, avoid getting out of this car and going to bed at all costs, you know once you do life will be back to normal. Four days with them made you yearn a little for something more than normal. 

“Well,” You clear your throat softly and pull your bag up from the passenger side floor, “I guess that’s it,” 

“Take tomorrow,” Yunho says, twisting to the side from the driver’s seat to face you, “we’ll go back to work and you take one more day.” 

“Okay,” You nod, knowing that it’s the smartest way to not seem obvious about sharing your heat with them. 

“We had the flu,” Mingi offers, “and it’s just weird timing.” 

“Weird timing,” You nod, “okay,” 

“What will you tell your roommates?” Yunho asks. 

“I’ll think of something,” 

Your legs feel like lead as you swing open the door and start to climb out of their car. 

“You sure you’re alright?” Yunho leans over to catch your eyes. 

“Mhm,” You nod, but suddenly you don’t really trust your voice. 

“If you need anything,” Mingi says, practically hanging over the passenger seat from the back to see you too, “tonight, tomorrow, whatever,” 

“I know,” You manage, “I’m okay,” 

Mingi opens his mouth and closes it again. His hand tightens on the seat. You drag yourself back a few steps and nod, “Drive safe,” It feels like the stupidest, most empty thing to say after everything. 

Yunho smiles softly, “Always do,” 

“Good night,”

“Night,” Mingi says softly. 

“Night,” Yunho leans back in the driver’s seat again, returning his hands to the wheel. 

It’s time. You hate it.

You push the door shut, offering a wave, and you force your legs to move as you turn around and trudge up to the apartment building ahead. A nervous bubble blooms in your throat. You want to turn around, but you don’t. The steady sound of the car still idling behind you doesn’t change. When you make it inside, your apartment is blissfully quiet and you tuck yourself away in your room fast before anyone can come and check up on you. 

You want to go back, but you focus hard and try to shake it off. 

With a deep breath, you allow yourself one tiny moment of weakness and you pull your bedroom curtain aside. Their car is gone, not even the blue glow of their headlights left on the street ahead. They’re gone, and you’re alone again. You don’t even bother to take off the clothes you were wearing, you collapse into your bed and bite back the sudden rush of tears. 

All you can smell is stale lavender, and suddenly you wish more than anything for a thunderstorm. 

random mingi thoughts

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: mdni, mingixfem!reader, unprotected sex, pet names (princess, love, etc.), oral (m & f receiving), soft sex, mingi (yes he needs his own warning), soft!dom mingi, mentions of size difference, body worship, mingi’s pussy drunk frfr

mingi liked when you came home all tired and worn out. you’d be so exhausted, you couldn’t move past the couch. as soon as you came in the door, you’d plop down onto the sofa with your face stuffed in a heap of pillows. he found this adorable.

mingi would always squeeze next to you, even if the couch was small. he ignored the size difference between you two and would cuddle up behind you, wrapping his big arms around you and resting the back of your head onto his chest. he absolutely loved you and wanted to take care of you whenever he could. he was best at that.

“mingi…” you whined into the pillow, feeling his hands rub small circles into your waist.

“yes, love?” his head perked up behind you.

“can you touch me…? please.” you wrap your arms around the pillow, locking it in your grasp securely. mingi didn’t say anything and slowly pulled down your bottoms, along with your underwear and moving from behind you.

he turned you around so your legs were hanging off of the couch before he knelt down, lifting and resting them on his shoulders. he spread your legs gently and almost immediately dove in, attacking your clit with his lips.

you gripped the pillow next to you with one hand, the other pulling his hair as you moaned loudly. due to not being intimate with him for a long time, you were definitely sensitive.

his hands gripped your thighs as he ate you out. it almost felt like he was making out with your pussy. you reached down and grabbed a handful of his hand with both of your hands, arching your back and moaning loudly. he brought his own hand up and started prodding at your entrance with his middle and ring finger, playing with it for a moment then pushing them inside.

he curled his fingers, rubbing around the sensitive spongey patch at the top and even rubbing directly on it to overstimulate you. he groaned quietly against you, sending slight vibrations through your body.

and then the knot inside of your stomach came undone. you tried to close your legs due to the power of your orgasm but he held them open, licking up the juices that splashed onto his face. you collapsed onto the sofa afterward, breathing heavily with beads of sweat rolling down your forehead.

“baby, can i be inside you? please.” mingi sounded as if he was begging. you nodded and be picked you up and off the couch, taking you to your shared bedroom and laying you onto the bed gently.

he wrestled with the waistband of his sweats. you sat up and pushed his hands away, doing him a favor and untying the knot on them. you pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, his erection springing in your face.

you grabbed ahold of him, looking up at him as you licked his tip. he sucked his entire bottom lip into his mouth as he groaned, resting a hand on the back of your head. one thing you liked was how he never pulled your hair, nor did he force his cock inside of your mouth. he let you ease your way onto him.

you finally pushed his entire cock into your mouth, causing mingi to place his other hand onto your head. his hips stuttered a bit as you began bobbing your head, giggling because of the noises he made.

“princess…” he hit you with the pet name. you smiled around him and bobbed your head faster, which caused him to groan louder.

he pulled his hips away, his cock falling out of your mouth with a pop! sound. you lay down on your back and he gets in between your legs, passionately kissing you as his tip poked your clit. you brought your hand down and grabbed his cock, rubbing it up and down your entrance while grinding your hips onto him.

he hummed against your mouth and pushed himself inside of you. mingi placed his arm next to your head, resting on his forearm as he gently stroked your hair. he loved how your face scrunched up whenever he went inside. as for you, you loved how easily he filled you up, how gently he’d move inside of you, and how easily he went in and out.

he groans softly and shoved his face in the crook of your neck, pushing and pulling his hips, his cock going in and out smoothly because of how wet you were. you wrapped your arms around him and held him close.

“m-mingi…” you moaned softly. he kissed your cheek and continued to stroke your hair as he moved in and out.

“let me feel you baby…” he huffed, soon resting his forehead against the sheets as he moved his hips faster. he was so lost in the feeling of your warmth that the noises you made weren’t registering to him immediately. he felt like he was melting inside of you and it felt great.

“i wanna make you feel good, princess.”

.·:¨༺ ℝ𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟༻¨:·.

.·:*¨༺ 18+ Minors DNI! Warnings Below The Break ༻¨*:·.

Pairings: poly!ateez x female!reader ♡

Genre: smut w/ an itty bitty drop of plot ♡

Summary: Reuniting with the guys for dinner at your place turns out to be less about the food and more about getting them undressed and into your bedroom...and living room...and kitchen ♡

Word Count: 3.6k-ish (or less depending on who you choose to hook up with♡)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (f&m receiving), rough sex, choking, creampies, strong language, facials, scratching, biting, anal play, pet names (good girl, etc), fingering, & lmk if anything is missed ♡

A/N: In the intro the guys are split into three groups. 1. The Twins (Mingi & Yunho) 2. Two Demons & an Angel (Hongjoong, Seonghwa, & Yeosang) 3. The Lovers & the Bear (WooSan & Jongho). So you can technically mess around with one group or every group depending on if you want to read more or less. I'm still super new to this so I hope you guys like it ♡

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟༻¨:·.

Sitting at the dinner table, you soaked in the absolute pleasure that was having your boys all together in one place again. You didn’t mind the waste they’d laid to your beautifully arranged meal or the unnecessary bickering that inevitably went on between them. You lived for all of it, even the chaotic parts. Admiring their presence inevitably turned into admiring their looks. Was ignoring that aspect ever an option? Dressed in perfectly tailored suits, they were, each in their own unique way, handsome beyond words. You tried not to let your gaze linger too long which should’ve never been a concern. Their gaze lingered on you. Every time you turned away a set of eyes were admiring the way the satin fabric of your dress fell low into your cleavage. 

They were calculating how many inches above the knee the hem of your dress was. Jongho guessed about 14, Mingi guessed 15, and Hongjoong told them both to grow up. An alarm buzzed on your phone. Picking it up from the table, you swiped the alert way and noticed the time. 9:00pm on the dot. The others checked their phones, this new awareness of the time shifting the energy in the room to something more serious. Mingi took it upon himself to break the ice. Raising his dinner plate, he read the bottom, “One”. Refusing to wait to find out how he compared to Mingi, Yunho tilted his plate up and smiled. “Me too!” The two best friends tried but failed to hide their excitement at having matched with each other.

No complaints were made by anyone else about which group they landed in. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yeosang were all twos while Woo, San, and Jongho were all threes. Alright, so Jongho was a tad bit agitated at ever being third in anything. He was more fun agitated though. That was sorta the point. “Alright, so…” you started, standing up to fix your dress. You never got to finish because you were thrown over Mingi’s shoulder before you could say another word. Patting you on the ass, he charted a course towards your bedroom. “See you later gentlemen. Make yourselves useful. Do the dishes or something” Yunho teased, dodging a flying dinner roll as he followed Mingi up the stairs.

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕤༻¨:·.

Mingi’s tongue was down your throat before you hit the bed. “Uh, Mingi. I kinda need to breathe” you laughed, not really wanting your lips to part. Mingi pulled his glasses off and tossed them to the floor, “Breathing’s overrated”. Mingi disappeared between your legs, his hands already pulling your panties down. Yunho’s lips filled the emptiness that Mingi’s left behind, his tongue lashing at yours like he needed to taste what you had for dinner. Clothing was being shed so quickly that you couldn’t tell one shirt flying across the room from another. What you did know was that your dress was gathered around your waist now. Pulled down by Yunho to grant his large hands access to massage your breasts and pushed up by Mingi to expose your core, it was little more than a belt now. 

You felt a sting chased by overwhelming pleasure when Yunho pinched your stuff buds between his fingers. You whined into his mouth, only encouraging him to do it harder and he did. “Does my good girl like that?” Yunho growled, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. Mingi drug two fingers through your folds, teasing the moisture already gathered at your slit. “I think she does. She’s so wet already. Aren’t you?” Mingi taunted, dipping his fingers into your warmth. He curled them, working them in and out to hear the sweet sounds of your juices gushing out of you. Feeling your rapid, needy moans reverberate off of his cheeks made it impossible to ignore the arousal pressing against his boxers. “Open up for me” Yunho cooed, his thumb guiding your lips apart to make the perfect O shape. 

Mingi drove his fingers deeper into your core, the pressure so intense it made it difficult to keep your mouth open. Yunho hooked his thumb into your mouth, holding it open long enough to ease his cock between your lips. He fed you a few inches at a time. The vision of your pretty mouth struggling to take something so long...so thick...wasn’t something he wanted to rush. Mingi brushed his tongue over your clit, the excess spit from his mouth completely coating it. Just that one lick gave you goosebumps. Mingi wrapped an arm around your thigh, pinning you down so you couldn’t move. “Don’t run from me, pretty girl”. Shit. Why’d you have to be so weak in the knees for that man’s voice? Digging his fingers into the softness of your thighs, Mingi continued suckling your clit. 

Any little squeaks you let out were muffled by Yunho’s length taking up every ounce of free space in your mouth. Mingi’s fingers were slamming into you now causing your eyes to water in a way that almost made them sparkle. Yunho ran his fingers through your hair, mesmerized by how well you were taking so much stimulation at once. Your hips did everything to twist away from Mingi. It was too much. You couldn’t take it but at the same time, you were grateful that he was strong enough to keep you pinned down. Him stopping was the last thing you actually wanted. No, he had to keep going. You needed to feel him abusing your walls as he ate you out. It felt like the room was going dark on you. What the fuck was this? Were you dying? Not dying. Just… 

Yunho slipped out of your mouth in just enough time to paint your lips in his cum as you screamed your way through your high. Just as you began to quiet down, you felt Mingi’s length enter your wildly pulsing walls. “I forgot how tight you were'' he gasped, unprepared for how aggressively you’d clench around him. Mingi pumped his hips in and out at a steady pace. Occasionally pulling out until only the tip throbbed inside of you then slamming back in. Yunho leaned in to taste himself on your swollen lips, his fingers gliding down your chest...your stomach...until they were making circles around your clit. You held onto the sheets like you could rip them to shreds and braced yourself for your second orgasm. This one matched the first in intensity but was soothed by Mingi reaching his high at the same time, warming your aching walls with his fluids. 

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤 & 𝕒𝕟 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 ༻¨:·.

An oversized t-shirt was all you could wear. No bra, no panties. Everything was still so sensitive. Even dragging yourself into the kitchen for a glass of water was a task. Either Mingi or Yunho would’ve been glad to get it for you but you needed to stretch your legs. “Hi” a sweet voice greeted you as you entered the kitchen. You turned to your right to find Seonghwa sitting on the counter, that innocent face of his lit up for reasons that were anything but. Yeosang stood next to him, scrolling through a phone that was shoved to the side when he laid eyes on you. You waved a dainty, cutesy wave that made them blush. Hongjoong, who’d been rifling through the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to you. 

“Thank you, Joongie '' you beamed, taking the biggest sip of water you ever had in your life and planting an ice-cold kiss on his cheek. His eyes locked on yours, he closed the fridge door to shrink the gap between your bodies. Hongjoong plucked the water bottle from your hand, filling his mouth with water before handing it back. His hands slid under your shirt, raising it just barely above your nipples. Taking notice of how you winced when the fabric brushed against your bud, he dipped it into the cool water pooling around his tongue. Using one hand to hold your shirt up a little higher, you let him ease the lingering heat Yunho left behind. When the water turned warm, Hongjoong stared up at you, his tongue still teasing your bud. 

“More” he demanded, tilting his head back. You poured enough water in his mouth to fill it halfway, barely breathing in anticipation of what was to come. Hongjoong lifted your thigh onto his shoulder, taking your cunt in his mouth. You inhaled sharply, placing one hand against the fridge  to keep you from falling over. “I’ve got you” Yeosang comforted you from behind, allowing you to lean your weight onto his chest. Yeosang rested his warm palms onto your breasts. You could feel him getting harder and harder against your ass each time your chest rose and fell in his grasp. “Oh fuck” you moaned, Joong’s tongue pushing deep inside of you. 

Hwa took his time coming over, carefully deciding which part of you he wanted for himself. He settled on your neck, stroking the smooth skin before wrapping his fingers around it. Initially, he applied minimal pressure but the more he watched you the tighter he held your neck. When his grip got tight enough he stole you away from the others and bent you over the counter. Hwa’s fingers eased into you three at once, stretching you in every direction. “Hwa---please”. His fingers hooked inside of you, “Please what?” You stuck your ass out, pushing back against him. “Fuck me. Please. Please”. Hwa undid his pants and teased his cock at your wet entrance. 

Seeing how needy you were for him to put it in already had precum leaking from his tip. Rubbing it into your slit, he sank into you with a hiss that was enough to tell you how good he felt. It was refreshing the way that Hwa filled you. His length still tested the limits of how much you could take but he wasn’t as thick as Mingi. A difference that gave him more room to drag himself against your walls, setting every single nerve ending on fire. “She’s so wet I can hear it” Yeosang sighed, “I want her”. Your walls clenched at air when Hwa pulled out. The perfect invitation for Yeosang whose thickness matched Mingi’s and had your eyes watering once again. “Mmm, so good” you mewled, getting wetter each time one claimed you with his cock. Being swapped back and forth between the two men made you feel special and filthy at the same time. Precisely what you wanted.

Hongjoong finally joined you, laying his head down beside yours on the counter. “You wanna cum, don’t you?” he mocked in an almost sympathetic tone. Unable to get your thoughts together you simply nodded. Hongjoong glanced over at Hwa, “Do it”. And just like that Hwa, the one who was always most sensitive to your feelings. The one who’d never hurt a fly, let alone you, fucked you like he wanted to tear you apart. Maybe he did. Those familiar knots in your stomach wound up until you were at the very edge of exploding. “Stop” Hongjoong sighed, tucking your hair behind your ear as if that did anything for the absolute wreck that you were. Hwa, who’d zoned out entirely, had to convince himself to stop.

When Hwa finally stopped, he wrapped his fingers around his length and stroked himself until you felt his cum dripping down your ass. You couldn’t believe he did that to you. You were so close to cumming. So fucking close. Hongjoong poked your bottom lip, you were pouting like a little brat. He loved when you got like this. “Oh my god. Mmmm '' you panted, overstimulated by Yeosang’s entrance into your warmth. His strokes were just as rough...just as unforgiving as Hwa’s. Your legs were turning to jello, and you weren’t sure how much longer your body would stay upright. Hongjoong knew you were at the edge again when your eyes squinted shut. You prayed that he wouldn’t make Yeosang stop. This wasn’t fair. It was torture.

Hongjoong stood back up, an evil grin spread across his face. He casually turned to Yeosang, “Stop”. Yeosang didn’t need to lay a hand on himself to finish. He’d already gotten so close that when he pulled out his arousal was already spilling into you. Dropping to your knees, walls still twitching, you propped your body up against the cabinets. Hongjoong leaned down, stroking your cheek. “I’m sorry princess. That was mean” he apologized, “Come here”. Hongjoong pulled you closer to him, kissing you like he’d spent the night taking you to prom instead of edging you to the point of insanity. Leaning back onto the floor, he lifted you onto his lap.

“Make yourself cum” he ordered, freeing the hardness in his pants to rub against your folds. Legs still weak, you lowered yourself down onto him. Hongjoong, like all of the others, couldn’t believe you were still this wet. How could you milk him like this after everything they did to you? This was hardly the best you’d ever ridden Hongjoong, you knew that. Your limbs were barely operational. Working your hips the way you’d like to wasn’t on the table anymore. That meant nothing to him. You were bouncing, rolling, grinding, giving him everything when you had nothing left. “Joongie '' you whined, “It’s...I’m...c-c”. Hongjoong grabbed your sides, an inch or two beneath your breasts, and pumped into you. You bit down on your lip, almost bit your tongue. One more flick of the hips and you were creaming around his shaft. You gushed so hard that it dripped down his balls. 

Letting you collapse onto his chest, Hongjoong’s pace became slower. His mission had been to push you beyond your limits and, now that he had, he could take his time with you. Cum in you, on you, whatever he decided. You were in the palm of his hand now. Cozying up to him, it never crossed your mind to fight it. Why would you? 

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 & 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕣༻¨:·.

“How long have they been at it?” you whispered, sneaking into the living room and curling up next to Jongho on the couch. Jongho’s face told you he’d throw tomatoes at them if he had any. He turned to you, softening a bit, “Too long”. On the opposite couch, Woo and San were an estimated 20 minutes into a makeout session. Jongho despised that he got matched with them. If he’d been with Mingi and Yunho it would’ve been different. But what exactly was he supposed to do while Woo and San did...this? If you had to be honest, the numbers weren’t random when it came to Woo and San. It was a silent rule that no one ever spoke about. You saw no reason to break the only couple amongst you apart. That and it was pretty fucking hot seeing them hook up with each other. You swept Jongho into a kiss, melting away the angsty disposition he held so dear. 

“Forget them. I’m here now, yeah?” Your hands wandered below his waist, undoing his pants and feeling around for the part of him that missed you the most. There it was. Impossible to miss. A half-hour break, another bottle of water, and a t-shirt change had done wonders for your stamina. So when you got down on your knees in front of him and swallowed him in one motion, you had perfect control over what you were doing. Jongho’s head fell back as your cheeks fluttered around his cock. He never knew what to do with his hands. Taking him by the wrists, you rested his hands on the back of your head. There was nothing better than when he told you...showed you what he wanted you to do. You teased his rim on the roof of your mouth. You could never forget how much he loved that. 

With your free hand, you worked his shaft up and down, twisting your wrist at just the right moment to make him twitch. Suddenly you were twitching, someone was stroking your clit from behind. “You didn’t say hello” Woo pouted, “That’s rude, isn’t it?” San stood over you, tickling the side of your neck for the sake of being annoying. “Very rude,” San agreed. Woo let out a disappointed sigh, soaking his thumb in his own spit before sticking it in your ass. You nearly choked on Jongho’s cock which was far enough down your throat to make that possible. Using his knees, Woo inched your thighs and slid himself into your center. Woo did this thing. This thing only he knew how to do. He’d put his thumb in your ass while he fucked you, stimulating that thin layer of skin between the two. It was scratching an itch you didn’t know you had before him. 

Woo pressed his thumb down, forcing your walls to tighten around him. At the other end of you, Jongho refused to pull out of your throat, his hand keeping your lips wrapped around his base. They were playing tug of war with your body. Every pitiful noise you made fueled their need to fuck your mouth...your ass...your throat. They may have been last but you’d remember them. You’d feel the stinging in the corner of your mouth from Jongho’s thickness. If anyone had you after Woo you’d feel what was missing. “Y//N, stay just like this for me” Jongho instructed, both hands now locked to the back of your head. He ground his hips into your throat, his body tensing up as his swollen tip pumped your stomach full of cum. Jongho kept you in that spot, your throat warming his length until he softened between your cheeks. 

Jongho dragged his body to the other end of the couch, basking in the sense of peace he got from fucking your throat raw. San sat down in Jongho’s place, his fingers already circling his tip. You held your tongue out and he swiped his precum down it, a few drops wetting your bottom lip. San stopped you before you could take him any further into your mouth. “I want you on my lap”. Woo released you, more than willing to let you fulfill San’s request. San helped you up to your feet and down onto his lap. His hips were already moving when he entered you. “San” your voice cracked when you moaned his name. “Hmm? Feels good, baby?” “Y-yes” you stuttered, falling back into his arms. Woo was up from the floor now and taking full advantage of your new position. 

Your mouth was full again, Woo guiding your head up and down his shaft. You may not have been able to see yourself but you were sure your eyes had rolled to the back of your head. There was nothing to see, no faces to make out. Only Woo in your throat and San in your core. Both men moved at a steady rhythm, alternating who got more of you. You could hear your heart beating in your ears. Feel the pressure in your lower stomach. Your head fell away from Woo’s cock as you begged San, “Fuck me harder”. You begged and begged. Begged while San pulled your hair so hard it stung. Begged while he thrust into you with everything he had. San bit down on your shoulder, feeling himself come undone in the heaven that was your body. 

San rushed to lay you on your back, keeping your weakened legs spread for Woo to take over again. Woo slipped back in before you had a chance to come back down. His lips kissing you all over. Your nails marking the back of his neck. Words were escaping you again. If anything you were mumbling made sense, you couldn’t tell. Your nails dug in deep enough to draw blood as your final orgasm of the night shivered through your system. “You feel so good, Y/N. Fuck” Woo praised, pulling out and rubbing his tip against your clit until it glistened with his arousal. 

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕟𝕕༻¨:·.

“What do you want me to sing?” Jongho asked, sitting beside the bathtub you were soaking in. He stuck a finger into the warm water, swirling the bubbles around. “Whatever you want” you responded softly, your voice strained from a rather active night. Yeosang sat on the back of the tub, freeing your hair of every tangle they managed to put in it. At the other end of the tub, Mingi was massaging your sore calves. Seonghwa poked his head into the bathroom, “Your tea’s coming. Just…” Woo and Yunho’s bickering in the kitchen interrupted his sentence and sent him racing back downstairs. Leaving them to their own devices to prepare a midnight snack was doomed from the start. San sped past the bathroom door carrying a new set of bedsheets in his hand. Behind him Hongjoong was rambling, the judgment in his tone making it obvious he didn’t agree with how San planned to make your bed. 

Jongho leaned over and pushed the bathroom door closed. Returning to your side, he began to sing you a song you never heard before. Something he remembered from a special time in his life and chose to share with you. It was, as always, beautiful, and the faint sounds of arguing in the other rooms of the house added a certain charm to it that you’d miss when they had to leave again.

★% ! Pearl ] 𝟢1. Water Droplets

Synopsis: Like a fish out of water you've found yourself in a new environment. Your hands grasp for something to hold as you wash up at the shore. Trying to breathe with your lungs being filled with sea water. Your shell is opened by the most mysterious of their kind.

Pairings: Pirate!Ateez x Siren!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (Maybe)

Chapter Warnings: Fear, Displacement, Hint at Violence

Word Count: 2.5k

Trigger Warnings: Contains assault, profanity, trauma, fear, etc.

Author's Note: This is a female reader, I'm really sorry to any of my non-female readers. I will be creating works in the future with male/nonbinary readers.

Masterlist ─ Chapter 2.

The ocean was vast, so much of it yet to be seen. In those spots, you were born. Spending your childhood swimming with fish and admiring the corals. Vibrant and playful, minutes turned to hours as you watched the relationship between fish and plant. Although they're of different worlds they have a connection that benefits both of them. Often this led you to wonder if the same was true for humans and your kind.

Sadly, this would take a lot of healing for your kind. You didn't understand, not when you were that young. The sudden disappearance of town members. Your parents were strict with you, always warning you to stay far from the shore or to quickly get away if you stop a boat. You didn't connect the dots, how could you? But now you understand. It's been years since you placed your feet in your hometown. Leaving was a painful memory.

You rarely dwell on that now though. Currently, you reside in a house in the mountains with a lovely couple and their children. You easily fit in with them. Considering them your parents and siblings. They took you in as one of theirs. They're friends of your parents, but they're not one of you.

Up in the mountains, you have no big bodies of water to swim around in. There was a beautiful view of the ocean though, no longer able to return there created a longing that filled your heart. Things around this town above the water remind you of the time when you were surrounded by sea life.

It was boring being holed up in the house, but you had found ways to entertain yourself. You had become especially skilled in jewelry making, and you also had some former knowledge due to your people being known for talented craftsmanship. In your culture, it was normal to give someone you hold dear to you a piece of jewelry. When you had to go out into town for a trip to the market you would get the necessary items while your sister and brother wander to the shoreline. Once at home, they would display their haul of shells, pearls, beads, sea glass, and much more. Not knowing what to do with these you started making pieces of jewelry with them. More and more people started decorating their plain outfits with necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, and headpieces.

This town was now your home, the people of it your family. It was a small community, and you were a crucial member of it. Making sure to help anyone if needed and treat people with respect and kindness.

Soon you had melted the frozen hearts of the elderly citizens. They felt wary of your sudden appearance in their society. But you had proven yourself to be non-lethal and caring on the other hand. Now you're everyone's younger sister.

It was an ordinary day, like all the others. Except for the fact that it had started getting colder. It was always blistering hot, and everyone wore light clothing. It had only stormed when you had just moved. You were constantly overwhelmed with the new language, clothing, people, well everything. Only when you had become comfortable did the harsh weather leave. But now people had stocked up on wood and thick material. You were out getting some bread from the bakery. This bread was delicious, and it always satisfied your family. And you were also close with the owner, an old kind man. In exchange for a little money, you were short on, you made him and his wife matching necklaces. They had significant meaning to each other, and they were the perfect gifts.

Since then, you've been especially close. Him even allowing you inside his kitchen to help you prepare a dessert for your mother. He was like your father, almost everything but his appearance was similar to him.

After leaving the bakery with the bread you have been craving, you reached the treacherous steps to your home. They wound around the hill to get to the doorstep. Luckily the pathway was secluded and had many shrubs and bushes. It was tiring and it drained you to have to go up all those stairs. But you love your home and would do anything for it.

The skies darken, and the clouds rolled overhead. This caused you to rush home. It would start raining soon. Everyone in town wasn't used to storms, they hated them. The thunder scared livestock and animals. The rain washed away valuables. And the temperature always being too cold to go out and sell. But living in the ocean, you had dealt with many storms. The outcome of these resulted in many shipwrecks and mysterious items sinking.

So even though you were rushing home you also stopped to take in the scenery. Waves of nostalgia flow over you as the rain slowly get heavier and heavier. As the droplets graced your face your gills start to appear, as well as your webbed fingers and flared ears. The scales on your body were shimmery. By the time you reached your porch, it was obvious you were otherworldly.

Before your family used to be afraid of this form. But as they slowly saw your walls rust down, you were just a little kid. Your eyes contained the childlike glee in them as you found out what a music box was.

So, when you showed up at your front door, looking very whimsical. No one bat an eye; they had grown to love this side of you. They knew that after you had come to live with them you have no more ties to your culture. There was no one there to help you continue to practice your culture. They tried their best to hold traditions, and holidays that you normally would under the water. It warmed your heart, how dedicated they were to making you feel comfortable and safe with them.

Quickly you placed the bag containing bread on the table. Rushing around the house you put your coat, shoes, bag, sweater, and jewelry down.

Turning the corner, you almost run into your father. He's adorning your hand-crafted delights. He has a smile on his face as your eyes lock onto each other.

Both of you exchange a silent conversation and you part ways. Heading to your room. It's the most isolated one, everyone agreed you deserved it. The door was worn, bearing scratch marks on the inside. Rather than a bed you slept in a hammock. It was just easier to sleep in it than on a firm mattress.

At your desk, there were about eight unfinished pieces, each one uniquely different than the last. You liked to think that each piece had its special personality that suited the person it was with. Although you had yet to meet people in the village that would be a match for your unfinished pieces. They continue to lay in the corner, awaiting their soulmates. As you were, simply waiting for your soulmate as well. These unfinished works and you had quite a lot in common. You are both incomplete, and uncertain of what it is that your heart aches and longs for. Both were made up from the depths of the sea, plucked out by the hands of humans. Although, this created a beautiful situation.

To your people, there is someone out there, destined to find you, love you, and care for you. Due to not traveling a bunch of them had never met their soulmates. The whole idea of this kept your mind spinning at night. The part that intrigued you the most was when you would meet them. Your parents couldn't put the emotions into words. Often saying 'you'll know' frustrated you but, could it truly be like that? How could you know? What if you end up meeting them but don't know it? What if they walk away?

Thoughts plague your mind as the drowsiness of being up all morning washes over you. As you settle in your hammock you look up through the glass ceiling to admire the stars. They comfort you, being there with you through everything. Never judging nor leaving.

Slowly your eyes close and you've drifted away. But on this particular night, it was different, you had no dream. Usually, you would have either a dream or a nightmare. But it was blank, just darkness till you awoke. And that was the start of an abnormal day.

Your eyes open attempting to adjust to the brightness. Getting up and hearing a few pops come from your joints. Drawing closer to the window you can hear the crashing of waves. Looking out you can see a large ship in the distance. It has three letters adorning the sail, "ATZ" racking your brain you come up with nothing. Who could this be? With that, you got dressed for the day. The clouds were dark grey, so there was a large chance of rain. Meaning you had to take a large scarf with you, in case. Although it's not like there were many townsfolk outside right now.

Going out to visit the sea. You had been planning this trip for a while. And this whole situation was the perfect chance to do so. Underneath your large jacket was thin clothing and your pearls, it was easier this way, it'd be too much trouble to have to take off heavy layers.

You took your secret path, it led to a secluded area of the beach. Then you could sit and wallow, only leaving you and the breeze. Taking off your shirt you were left in thin pants, and you folded them up to your knees. You lay on your stomach, pressing your chest down into the sand. You were just watching and reminiscing about what once was. Thinking back to all memories you had in this very ocean. As the waves drew back and returned there was a shimmer that caught your attention. As it got closer it looked as if the sea was gifting you this shell. It landed right in front of you, the cold waves petting your collarbones. Picking it up and inspecting it you were content. Placing this shell in the pocket of your coat. After a few minutes, you get up and stretch out your limbs. As you're doing this you hear a gasp come from behind you. You become frozen, looking down at your front, your chest, and stomach are littered with multi-colored scales. Making sure to only turn your head, you see a man around your age. He's staring at your bare back, eyes burning into your back. He has pink hair, and his lips are a beautiful shade of maroon. As your eyes catch your breath hitches, it feels like you can't pull away, even with your distance you feel like you're right beside him. Before he can get any closer you quickly slip the shirt over you and coat tightly around your shoulders and run away.

Drowning out his shouts you run as fast as you can. Not even turning to see if he's behind you. But you don't hear any footsteps, so you decide that he isn't. After getting in your house, you rush to your room. Fitting your hammock, you lay down and try to calm your racing heart. There were so many questions that you had. But the most important one for you was, "how had this man found out about this area?" You were sure that no one in town knew about this. Although you had never seen this man in your life. And it was a small village.

Inhaling and exhaling slowly helped to calm yourself. Then you remember the shell you had found. Fishing it out of your pocket you held it close to your face.

It looked very delicate but also durable. This was now your inspiration, getting up and sitting at your desk you find one of your unfinished pieces and get to work. This was taking all night, but you had a vision. You gathered the beads and wire, twisting, turning, bending, and burning.

You had carved your initials into the shell before looking at the finished work. This necklace was eye-catching and charming. Now, the only issue was finding out who would be right for this necklace. Everyone in this town already had at least three gifts from you. And it just didn't call out to any of them. Sighing, you get up and feel your back aching from the posture you were in for the past hour. The moon had already come up to greet you. Freeing yourself of your clothing, you settle for more comfortable garments.

Once again laying in your hammock, you are struck with an unknown emotion. Butterflies wander around your stomach and your chest feels tight. But it's nothing bad.

Excited, you feel excited for tomorrow, but you're clueless as to why you feel this way. Or what you feel this way for. Nonetheless, you drift off to sleep. You do have a dream tonight. The pink-haired man makes an appearance.

Both of you meet each other at the beach. But this time he runs towards you and pulls you in for a hug before kissing your cheek. You smile and you two start speaking, almost as if you've known him since the dawn of time. Not feeling out of place, it feels like you're right at home. But after the sun sets, he gets up, he must leave you. A pull in your heart causes your gut to drop. The smile you once had is gone.

Sitting there, you are left alone. What a funny turn of events, this time it's him that running from you. Eyes watching his back, his figure gets smaller and smaller, then you're no longer able to make him out in the night. Just as you get up the dream fades away. When you sit up a warmness fills your cheeks. You had just encountered. this man, yet you had intimate dreams of him.

Placing your hands on your cheeks, you try to cool them.

After docking themselves here the one thing that caught the Captain's eye was the extravagant jewels everyone was wearing. They had stopped to stock up on supplies and rest for a bit. After all, being at sea constantly was tiring. But at the few open shops, none of them were selling jewelry. He had asked a local about it. Getting a mysterious response. He went searching in hopes to find this woman who would assign him a unique work, that she had taken the time to handcraft.

After three days he was getting frustrated. Going off your appearance only was hard. Everyone in this town had looked a little like that. But one day he had seen someone with your description. It was getting late, and only the lanterns at each block were illuminating the streets. She had a basket with her. The contents being unknown to him. So, as he walked up and introduced himself you were quiet. Limiting your sentences, being on guard. He had relayed what the townsfolk had told him about your art pieces and you. He watched as you were hesitant to do something. He saw you dig through the basket and pull out a necklace. It was perfect. Pulling out his satchel of coins he tries to pay you. But you shake your head. Denying his money.

Stepping closer to him you place the necklace over his head. Looking him over once more you are completely sure that this is his. He watches your face, a smile graces your lips, and it reaches your eyes as well. He once again attempts to pay you. But you step back, creating a good distance between you two. You turn away from him and slowly begin to leave. Before you run off to who knows where he sees you stop in your tracks and turn to face him. He swears no one has ever been so beautiful under streetlamps. The light caught your features, it framed your face. It seemed as if your eyes softened.

"I don't do this for money, it belongs to you. It always belonged to you." As your figure slips away into the darkness, his smile widens. He's left there in the streets grinning like a drunken fool.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘Ｆｌｏｗｅｒ𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

18+ Minors DNI! Warnings below the break

Summary: It's your birthday and your only wish is to spend time with your boyfriend. All eight of them, that is.

Genre: ⚘ smut ⚘

Pairings: ot8!boyfriend!ateez! x female!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (f&m receiving), poly ateez x reader, anal sex, being handled a tad rough at times, bratty reader, & fingering

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Your silk robe was all that separated your bare ass from the mahogany dining table you were seated on. Aside from this robe, decorated with what you guessed were orchids, nothing hid your naked body from the rest of the world. Most importantly it revealed just enough to water the mouths of the 7 men gathered around the table. An 8th was positioned on his knees at the edge of the table. His face buried between your thighs, he kissed dangerously close to your warmth. Hongjoong wanted to taste you. Feeling you squirm beneath his tongue was his favorite thing to do on a day like this. He couldn’t though. Not until you let him. Today was your birthday. You were the queen. He was simply there to serve, they all were.

The other 7 were restless in their seats. Desperately attempting to ease the discomfort of their arousal pressing against their pants. They were desperate to slip their hands into their pants. Just 2 seconds of skin against skin would relieve the pressure. Fingers tangled in Hongjoong’s choppy blonde hair, you pulled him up to look at you. “You hungry?” He nodded, eyes scanning your naked form. “Yes”. You leaned back, propping yourself up with your arms, and opened your legs wider for him. “You can eat”. The sight of Hongjoong’s mouth latching onto your clit was the permission the others had been waiting for.

Breathing a sigh of relief, they unzipped their pants and started to stroke themselves. Wooyoung’s pace was slow, eyes closed and ears locked into the sound of you moaning. Yunho moved quicker, obsessed with the way your breasts looked as your chest rose and fell. Each flick of Hongjoong’s tongue sent electric shooting through your system. Laying down flat on your back, you locked eyes with the pink-haired man at the other end of the table. Hongjoong dipped two fingers into your slit, pressing in so deep your juices leaked around his fingers. You gasped, reveling in the fullness you felt.

Your body was twitching in ways that you couldn’t control. “Mingi, hold my hand” you pouted, an arm outstretched towards him. Mingi took your hand in his, continuing to stroke his precum-coated cock. The tighter you squeezed his hand, the louder you whimpered, and the harder it got for him not to cum. Your robe had fallen off to the sides now, all of you within arms reach of your lovers. Noticing San shivering, probably on the edge, you set out to redirect his attention elsewhere. Your smile was sweet when you questioned, “Kiss?” San’s face lit up as he leaned over the table and enveloped you in a sloppy kiss.

Every noise that came out of your mouth went into his. He groaned, sending them right back to you. You were playing ping pong with declarations of pleasure. Hongjoong replaced his fingers with his tongue now. Two kisses at once. Yeosang could watch you like this all day, edging himself until it was his turn with you. He never came, not once, unless he got to feel your walls tighten around him as he did it.

Pulling your head away from San, you eyed his still-exposed cock. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. San didn’t need to be told twice. He gave you what you wanted, letting you suck him into your mouth. He’d already felt himself teetering on the edge of cumming. This wasn’t helping. The way you handled his shaft, your free hand massaging his balls, had him gripping the table. He held on so tight he thought he might break it. He caught a glimpse of Joong pulling away from your clit…teasing the tip…diving into you again. The way your back arched, your nipples hardening.

Rolling one of your nipples between his fingers, he felt all of the remaining blood in his body rush to his tip. The inevitable eruption threw off his balance causing him to slip out of your mouth. You held him in place by his base, cum sprinkling in thick drops on your lips. You ran your tongue along your lips, making him want you even more. San kissed you ravenously this time. He could taste himself on you. How sweet. The second San pulled away for air, a strong hand gripped your jaw, turning you in the other direction. Face to face with an obviously agitated Jongho, you remained unphased.

Your entire body was on fire in the best way. His obvious jealousy only fueled it. “Can I help you?” you teased. Jongho loosened his grip on your jaw, only a little. “I can jerk off at home. I want you” he growled. The giggle that you let out in response wasn’t meant to mock him. He was just so cute when he got like this. Sitting back up, you guided Hongjoong’s head away from your cunt. He wiped you off of his chin, sucking you off of his fingers. You turned to Seonghwa who’d been sitting patiently, simply enjoying the experience of seeing you this way. “Hwa, I want you to fuck me”. That was a request you didn’t have to make twice. Swapping places with Hongjoong, Seonghwa smeared his tip in the wetness gathered between your folds.

Eyes rolling back as Seonghwa sunk into you, you turned back to Jongho. His ears were turning red. He looked like he could tear you apart. Good. “Come, lay down”. When you brought this table it hadn’t been for the express purpose of fucking on it. It simply turned out that it served that purpose perfectly. Pulling Seonghwa in for a kiss, you left Jongho to his task. Hwa was always so soft-spoken but when he fucked you? Well, he fucked you like he wanted to split you in two. Fingertips digging into your thighs, he craved the way you gripped him. “So good. So, so good” you moaned. Your praise made the waves of pleasure hit him even harder. Movement behind you reminded you of the request you’d made to Jongho.

Releasing Seonghwa from your grip, you crawled on top of Jongho who was spread out on the table now. Locking your lips onto his, you carefully lowered yourself down onto his swollen cock. He felt different than Hwa but not bad, just a little thicker. The stretch was satisfying. Your hips pressed into Jongho’s lap, and you poked our ass out a bit. A signal that Hwa knew well enough now. He climbed up onto the table, positioning himself behind you. The still-slick mixture of his precum and your juices made it easy for him to enter your ass. Your eyes shot open, overstimulated by taking two cocks at once. Both of your holes being stretched at once made your mind go blank.

No thoughts. Just the feeling of Seonghwa and Jongho taking turns dipping into you. Yunho held you by your hair, helping to keep you balanced while his friends fucked you stupid. Hongjoong had taken Hwa’s seat now. Hand on his cock, thumb stroking the head, his stomach was in knots. In your haze, you heard a chair stutter backward. Woo was cumming, thick white ropes coating his fingers. You knew it was him from the way he whimpered. You wished you could see him. Woo was pretty but so much prettier when he came. The mental picture flicked a switch in you. Your walls pulsated, the room spun, and you hit your high. With Hwa and Jongho still alternating in and out of you, in and out, it felt like you stayed at your peak for a second. When you came crashing down, you pressed into them.

Eyes watering, screaming your throat raw, you were perfection. So perfect that Jongho couldn’t hold back anymore. Bucking his hips, he indulged in the spasms you were having along his length. There was a comforting warmth to the way he painted your walls. You collapsed onto his chest, Hwa still working your other hole. Reaching his hand down, he splashed around in your cum soaked opening. “Fuck” he whispered, biting down on his bottom lip as he emptied himself into you. Pressing his chest against your back, he thrust into you until every drop of him was gone.

The three of you lay there, bodies intertwined, for what felt like forever. By the time they dragged themselves back to their seats, you had enough strength to sit up again. With Yunho’s help of course. Rolling over on your side, you drew him in closer to you. Yunho and Mingi exchanged a quick glance. A silent hope that the best friends might have you at once. Your puppy dog eyes stared up at Yunho, confirming that it was alright. You leaned forward, taking as much of Yunho into your throat as you could.

His body nearly folded. The way your mouth wrapped around him, lipstick smeared across your lips, it was everything he dreamt of. Legs still trembling from your orgasm, you felt Mingi plunge into your core from behind. Laying next to you, he kept an arm around your waist. Not to keep you in place, just to hold you. To feel you breathing…shaking…milking his cock. Mingi was the longest and thickest you had so far. Still dripping with the cum of two other men, being this full was maddening.

Wiping the tears from your cheeks, Yunho fucked deeper into your throat. Drooling and gagging on his cock, you drank down the salty liquid that coated your throat when he finished. Your eyes were still closed when he pulled away, your head now resting on Mingi’s arm. Mingi leaned over, concerned at how exhausted you seemed. “Do you want me to stop?” “No” you whined, “Please, no”. Reaching his hand around to play with your clit, he did as you said. He kept feeding his cock into your core, grinding hard against your g-spot. The pressure inside of you was building back up again. You were sure if you came again you’d black out. It’d be worth it. “Harder” you whispered. His thrusts became harsh, unforgiving. Anything for you.

Your needy cries set him off without warning, a fresh load of cum flooding your body. Mingi pulled away, his cock still pumping out what couldn’t fit inside of you. You'd been full for so long now that your body hated the emptiness. Your walls clenched at air, needy for the presence of something. Yeosang came to your side, a bottle of water in hand. He helped you lift your head up enough to take a few sips. Lips pouty and arms outstretched, he spun you around so that your legs were dangling off the side of the table. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he positioned his arms under your thighs. Yeosang lifted you up, settling down in an empty chair. His shaft rested by your clit, the faint twitching of his cock tickling between your lips.

Your head nestled into Yeosang’s neck, you caught Hongjoong’s gaze. “Joongie”. Stopping himself even though he was close to release, he rushed to be next to you. “Where’s my Youngie?” you questioned, eyes scanning the only side of the room you could see. “Here” Woo answered, stroking your hair from the other side. You turned to him, running your fingers along the stiffness that had returned to him. Closing your eyes, you wrapped your tongue around the head of Woo’s cock. And then Joong’s. You leaned your head in further, slobbering on a few inches of Joong. And then did the same to Woo. You alternated back and forth, making sure both men got equal attention. When your mouth was sucking on one, your hand was working the other.

Underneath you, Yeosang was doing the work for you. He lifted you onto his cock, rolling you around in a circular motion. After everything you were still so tight and wet for him. He threw his head back, enjoying the way that you were drenching him. Your breaths were getting shallow again. Your muscles tightened like a tightly pulled rubber band. Joong came in your hand, splashing all over your sleeve as you kept pumping. You quickly switched back to him, sucking him clean until he went soft. When you went back to Woo, your cheeks were filled again. You choked a little, it was too much to take. Woo stumbled backward while Yeosang kissed your sticky lips.

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