(971003) Happy Birthday Bang Chan

(971003) happy birthday bang chan 🎂

he is so handsome

this hongjoong look.

Can we also get hard thoughts on seonghwa?

of course you can ♥️

hard thoughts on seonghwa just because…

pairing: seonghwa x f.reader

genre: smut | +18 minirs DNI

a/n: just thoughts… this is pure ✨fiction✨

enjoy!(;

seonghwa who gives you that look across the room, scanning you up and down and your heart races— you know exactly what that look means

seonghwa loves lazy make-out sessions…your soft lips on his, the little moans you involuntarily let out driving him insane. your tongue teasingly inviting him to deepen the kiss— and he does, the intense feeling going straight to his cock

seonghwa puts you always first, so you are going to cum first— on his tongue then on his fingers “you taste so good… you like that, angel? cum for me now…”

seonghwa has no idea how an angel like you can make him want to sin again and again— when you are on your knees taking him in your pretty mouth… his eyes rolled back, his lips parted, the little cries and praises are enough to make you cum right there “ngh, yes… s-so good, please… please d-don’t stop, don’t stop—you are doing so good for m-me” his tone getting needier and needier

seonghwa is addicted to the way you move when you ride him, his hands on the sides of your hips guiding them up and down, back and forth… your juices coating his cock— “right there, angel? yeah?”

seonghwa is possessive of you, but it comes out even more when he is in the vulnerable state of reaching his orgasm. he has you sitting on his lap, his cock deep in you— fucking you hard making your tits bounce. his hands one on your neck, one with busy fingers circling your clit. as you cum, tears run down your cheeks he cums right after you “my perfect angel, mine. mine. this pussy is mine. you are on-ly m-mine” and his cum spills inside you leaving you full and beyond satisfied every time

Relax

🕷️ kinktober — day 3: bath sex 🕸️

pairing: yeosang (ateez) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, fluff, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, established relationship, yeosang has a fractured ankle, reader gives yeosang a handjob in the bath, mentions of a blowjob but no actual blowjob (sorry 😣)

word count: ~2.6k

synopsis: after yeosang gets injured, you have no problem helping him in any way he needs ;)

a/n: i’m such a sucker for fics where one partner is injured and the other takes care of them ;-; so i had fun writing this ^_^

posted: october 3, 2023

— kinktober masterlist —

“Augh!”

Your boyfriend yelped out in pain, getting your attention all the way from the kitchen where you were loading the dishwasher. You quickly shut the dishwasher door and bolted to the living room to check on him. You huffed in disappointment, getting a sheepish look from your boyfriend in return.

“You’re not supposed to stand up without me to help you,” you chided him, gesturing for him to sit back down on the couch, “What were you trying to do anyways?”

He frowned, plopping back down onto the couch and wincing from the discomfort he felt in his ankle, “I was trying to get the TV remote.”

“You should’ve called me, Yeo, I’m literally in the next room,” you spoke to him with a softer tone now, grabbing the remote from the table on the opposite end of the room to hand it to him. You got a good look at him, noticing the bags under his eyes and the flushed tone in his cheeks. He was so tired and in so much pain. The medicine the doctor had given him for his fractured ankle could only help so much, but Yeosang had been taking it like a champ for the most part. He was just having trouble adjusting to the ‘relying on people’ part of his injury.

“How are you feeling?” you asked him when he didn’t reply to your first comment.

He sighed, slumping further into the cushions, “Just like every other day. Terrible.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you couldn’t recount how many times you had asked him that question this past week, but Yeosang was growing irritated from hearing it. He appreciated your help, he did, but he couldn’t help but feel so pitiful and useless in this condition. Not being able to move on his own without risking even further injury. He hated relying on you to do his daily tasks.

“No, I don’t want to bother you anymore than I already am,” he admitted, looking past you at the TV.

Now you were the one frowning, taking the empty spot beside him, “You’re not bothering me. I’m happy to help you with whatever you need. If there’s anything I can do to make you feel a little better, then I want to do it.”

He glanced at you with a hint of a smile on his lips, “You’re too nice.”

“I was thinking helpful would be a better word,” you joked, making him chuckle softly. Just then an idea popped into mind, “What about a bath? I could use the new bubble bath I got, and the salts you like.”

Yeosang was usually a shower kind of guy, but being that he wasn’t able to stand for long with his ankle and there was no room for him to sit in the shower, he had been enjoying the tub more. Some nights you let him use the lavender-scented salts you bought, and he seemed to relax more with those. When you would go in to help him out of the tub, he would comment how much nicer your stuff smells than the ‘manly’ stuff he used.

“And if you want a spa experience, I can pull up some jazz music and hot towels.”

Yeosang laughed at that, nodding, “Okay, you’ve convinced me.”

You hopped up off the couch, glee apparent on your face as you did so, “Perfect. You stay right there while I go run the water. Don’t move a muscle!”

Yeosang watched with amusement as you ran off to the bedroom, and shortly after he could hear the faint sound of the bath water running. He didn’t realize, but he was grinning. He was wondering how he got so lucky to have someone in his life that cared about him the way you did. He thought he must’ve been a really great person in his past life, very charitable. He thought you must be his good karma returning to him.

“Okay,” you emerged from the bedroom several minutes later, “It’s ready for you.”

Your boyfriend waited until you got closer before he started to get up. You supported him with one arm, letting him rest some of his weight on you to keep it off of his left leg. He hissed as he took a step and felt the nerves firing in his ankle, making the limb below his calf ache.

“You okay?”

Yeosang nodded, and you helped him take the first step, then the next. A couple minutes later, he let out a sigh of relief as you both finally made it to the bathroom. You fixed him up sitting on the edge of the tub. He took a deep breath, a smile on his face as he took in the sweet smell of lavender and something else. That’s when he noticed the two eucalyptus candles that were lit on the counter across the room.

“Candles? Really?”

“I told you I was giving you the full spa experience,” you spoke nonchalantly, “Let’s get these off of you.”

He let you tug his shirt off of him, ruffling his hair up in the process. He pulled his shorts and boxers down to his knees, and you took them from there, cautious of his ankle while removing them. Then you stood by, body tense while you let him settle in the tub by himself, ready at any moment to help if he needed you. But luckily he didn’t need any help. He hummed in satisfaction, sinking further into the water, rippling the bubbles away from him.

“Is the temp okay?”

He merely nodded and hummed, looking as cozy as a baby in a snug blanket. You broke out into a smile, walking away to get a towel for him.

“Call me if you need anything,” you told him, leaving the towel off to the side where he could reach. His eyes widened, and he sat up a little.

“Wait- I want you to stay here with me.”

“For what?”

“I just- I don’t want to be by myself. Can you just stay here and talk to me?”

How could you say no?

“Of course I can.”

You sat down beside the bathtub, letting your left arm rest along the edge. You rested your chin on your arm, then tilted your head so your cheek was pressed against your skin.

“Have you talked to the guys recently?” you asked him, trying to find a conversation to start.

“Yunho texted me this morning,” he replied, “Said it doesn’t feel the same getting breakfast without me.”

Small, soft smiles widened on both your cheeks and his at the wholesomeness. You knew Yeosang’s injury was hard for him, but it was also hard on you and his friends. Not having the usual, happy Yeosang around was weird, but at least you lived with him. You could still hang out with him, and you slept in the same bed as him at night. His friends didn’t have the same fortune, and these days they were so busy they barely had time to visit him. At this point they were just counting down the days until he was clear to roam around on his own so they could resume as normal. The eight amigos.

“They all miss you, I’m sure,” you said. You let the fingers on your right arm dip into the water. Your fingertips grazed over the surface, twirling the suds, making them dance. You entertained yourself with them as Yeosang talked about taking things for granted before. How he wished he could do his day-to-day stuff like normal again.

“Like what?” you questioned him, “You can do all the same stuff, you just need help to do it. And like I said, that’s what I’m here for.”

“But-“ your boyfriend paused, then decided against what he was going to say. But now you were intrigued.

“What?”

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head, ears turning pink. It seemed like he was a little ashamed or embarrassed of what he was thinking.

“No, tell me. What? Is my help not good enough?” you teased, “Because there’s no way you can say that after I did all this for you.” You gestured to the rest of the room.

He shook his head again, “No, you’ve been a big help. And I’m really thankful. It’s just- I need help with something that doesn’t have to do with my injury.”

The look he gave you was pointed, and at first you didn’t understand what he was implying. But it dawned on you after a moment. Of course, he was a human with needs and desires, and a body. Your eyes glanced down at the bubbles that were starting to dwindle down into suds, leaving empty patches of water on the surface. One patch just so happened to expose his half-erect penis in his lap.

When he first came home from the doctor’s, you were very strict about him taking it easy. You wanted him to recover as soon as possible. Sex was the last thing on your mind, and had been since. Your sole focus was taking care of him and making sure his needs were met, just not in that way. You weren’t even acknowledging your own needs in the process.

“Oh.”

“But it’s okay. I- I’ve been taking care of them, uh, when I get the chance,” his ears were red now, out of pure bashfulness. You found it cute. When he got like this, you loved teasing him, making him even more flustered.

“I’m sorry, my love. You should’ve told me,” you cooed, fingertips gliding across the water until they met his biceps. You grazed them, emerging from the water onto his wet skin. You felt him tense a bit under your touch, and it made your lips twitch.

“I was going to, but I felt bad. You’ve been helping me with so much. I don’t want to ask you for anything else,” he confessed.

“You’re not a burden, Yeo,” you assured him, making eye contact with him as your fingers came to rest on his shoulder. You drew lazy circles over his skin, making goosebumps appear on it, “I want to help you. With whatever you need.”

His eyes were hazy now, as if he was entranced by you. And honestly, he was. He had been thinking about fucking you for weeks now, but was unable to initiate anything in his state because he was nervous about furthering his injury in some way. And you weren’t initiating, so he resorted to suffering in silence. Eventually he got to the point that he couldn’t take it anymore, and he ended up fisting his cock furiously in the bathroom. But all he wanted was you.

He gulped when your hand moved to his chest, smoothing it over his pecs. Your fingertips pausing to squeeze his nipple lightly. He twitched, making you giggle. He was so sensitive. You loved it.

You trailed even further, breaking the water’s surface again to slip over his abs. The subtle terrain of muscles under skin that displayed how diligently he had worked out—well, up until he had fractured his ankle.

Then, you felt it. The sparse hair that grew along his V-line. The feeling of it had you drawing your lip between your teeth, because you knew what would soon follow.

The stretch of skin that led to what you really wanted. The base of his cock, now growing by the second. It was starting to throb in anticipation, turning red along the shaft. The thin veins were standing out. You wanted him in your mouth so bad, but you would have to make-do with your position right now.

You took him in your grasp, giving him the lightest squeeze, and yet he still let out a whimper. It was soft, so soft you almost missed it.

“How’s that, baby?”

“Good,” he squeaked out, “K-keep going. Please.”

The suds were almost non-existent by now, so you could see clearly everything you were doing below the water. You were both enjoying the show, eyes glued between his legs. His lips were parted, breaths coming out in pant-like bursts as you started to slowly drag your hand up and down his length. The friction was a little difficult to work through, but you were determined to make it work. You paused at the end of his dick, swiping your thumb over the slit. Precum floated through the water in little ribbons then disappeared. You couldn’t wait to have his cum do the same, and neither could he.

“Please,” he whined again, eyes closing for a moment. His hands were balling into fists at his side.

“Just relax, my love.”

He nodded, letting the back of his head rest against the edge of the tub. His eyes screwed shut even more as you continued to stroke him, a little faster this time. You saw his legs shift, moving the water in the tub. His body was preparing an orgasm all because of you. His chest moved up and down, and you could see his abs tensing. His fingernails were biting into his palms.

“________, it feels so good,” he whispered, “So much better than my hand.”

You bit back a smile, “I know, baby. Are you close? Can you cum for me?”

“Mhm,” he nodded eagerly, and as if on cue, his thighs tensed up.

You quickened your pace some more, an ache growing in your forearm, but you ignored it.

“What did you think about when you jerked off, Yeo? Me?”

“Yes,” he admitted it without hesitation.

“What about me?”

“Everything. Being inside you. In your mouth.”

“My mouth? You want to fuck my mouth, baby?”

“Yeah,” he moaned, eyes opening to look at you. You looked back at him with eyes full of allure, full of all the things he wanted and more. It drove him crazy, “Fuck, yes.”

“As soon as we get out of this bathroom, my mouth is all yours,” you said, watching his face twist into sexual agony. If it wasn’t for his godforsaken ankle, he would’ve had you bent over the bathroom counter already.

“Please,” he was desperate this time, and his body was getting closer to climaxing. He whined and his thighs thrashed, pushing the now-lukewarm water up along the tub’s edges.

Some of the water had managed to escape and roll down the outside of the bath, dripping down and falling to the floor. But you didn’t care, you ardently pumped his cock, choking up just below his tip. He loved when you did that, and it brought him even closer, until finally your name came out of his mouth in a whine.

His toes curled, and every part of his body clenched as rope upon rope of cum shot out of him and carried on the water over his lap. His cock twitched in your grip as your strokes slowed. Then you removed your hand from him completely, letting him recuperate. He melted into the water, sinking his shoulders below the surface. He sighed after a while of regaining his composure, but the tips of his ears remained a bright pink color.

“Best spa ever,” he breathed out, causing you both to laugh.

“I think if this was a real spa, I would be losing my job,” you joked, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

He turned his head to you, capturing your lips with his and deepening the kiss. He kissed you like he was hungry for you, teeth nipping at the skin of your lips. Your cheek was surprised to feel cool water when his hand reached up to hold it. The same, wet hand slid down from your face to your neck, fingertips digging into your skin the smallest amount. You groaned against his lips before he pulled away.

“Did you mean it? As soon as we leave the bathroom?” he asked, and you didn’t even have to think about it. You knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Yes, I meant it.”

“Then please help me get out of this tub.”

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a month ago I saw this man live…

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Good cop, bad cop (Seonghwa x fem! Reader x Yunho)

Good cop, bad cop but it’s two doms—one praising and worshipping you and one degrading and degrading you. 🌶️

Genre/Warnings: poly relationship, pwp, smut, degradation & humiliation, praise and worship, threesome, blowjobs, cream pies, unprotected sex, riding, edging, manhandling.

Word count: 3.0K

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A/n: for this lovely person. I’ve had the idea of good cop, bad cop in my drafts for a while and I think using it for YunHwa is gonna be interesting dynamic 😎🦅

also it’s my first attempt at writing a threesome GIVE ME CHANCE OK <3 buckle in buckaroos, this might get SO filthy.

You don’t know how you landed yourself in this situation but here you are, stuck between a rock and a hard place—well, in this case, it’s Seonghwa and Yunho.

You try to retrace how it even happened, the only memories resurfacing was you lying on the bed with just a tank top and undies on since it was your day off, soaking in the sunlight. That is, until the door was slammed open, and there stood Yunho, who looked like he had forgotten something. He stared at you wide eyed, surprised to see your strap hanging off your shoulder, tits squished together, and panties hugging the curves of your ass while you looked up with a raised eyebrow, your typing on your phone being paused midway.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working, babe?” You ask nonchalantly, breaking the eye contact from him.

Yunho couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He initially bursted into the shared bedroom to grab something but it seemed like that was all long forgotten the moment his eyes landed on you looking like that. For some reason, he doesn’t want to tell Seonghwa about it, maybe he was just feeling a little possessive since it was him who caught you looking like that.

“Yeah. I think I forgot something”, he says, already forgetting what the hell he was supposed to be doing as he feels himself inching closer towards you. You were lying on your back right now, your nipples just poking through the thin fabric. Yunho swallows hard.

Your attention was lost by then, and you were back onto your phone, busy giggling at whatever you found funny.

That was, until your phone gets lifted from your fingers and your attention snaps to Yunho, who was the culprit. Yunho dumps your phone beside you on the bed as he tilts your chin up so he can press his lips against yours and your arms automatically hook around his neck, drawing him closer.

“Sorry, you just looked too good like that”, he said breathlessly once he pulled back.

“Hwa’s gonna be jealous you know,” you teased, rubbing your thigh against his crotch, and a restrained groan was Yunho’s response.

“Then that’s on him for not coming in at the right time”, he replied, and he dived in for another kiss, making sure he felt you melt below him.

“That’s a mean thing to say, Yunho”, Seonghwa’s voice echoed. The both of you look up and Seonghwa stands at the doorway with his arms crossed.

And that’s where you are now—your back against Yunho’s chest, facing Seonghwa, who looks at you with the cutest pout on his face. You already feel Yunho’s erection pressing against your back as he can’t keep his hands off you—pinching and fondling your clothed, hard, nipples. You already feel yourself slipping until Seonghwa’s hands are around your neck.

“Don’t get too carried away, babe”, Seonghwa hums, his eyes glancing down at how your tits are hardening under Yunho’s touches. You don’t realise that your legs are gradually spreading open from the pleasure, but Seonghwa picks it up.

If there’s anything about Seonghwa, is that he fucking gets off eating your cunt like his life depended on it. Seonghwa spreads your legs open wide, your pussy decorated with your juices already glistening against the natural light. He licks his lips, gaze darting to yours, murmuring, “so wet already. We’ve barely even started.”

Then his tongue presses onto your clit, flicking it and making sure to take in every jerk and twitch that your pussy gives him. He nuzzles against your heated core, know that drives you absolutely insane as the sensitivity buzzes right into your brain. It was by instinct that you wanted to close your thighs but Yunho holds your legs wide open, while Yunho peppers you with pretty words.

“Does that feel good? It does, doesn’t it? Hwa’s always amazing at eating your wet cunt like that.”

“Keep your legs open for him baby, or he won’t let you cum on his face. You don’t want that right?”

Your breath goes heavy as you feel the knot in your stomach tightening the more Seonghwa ravages you.

“Hwa-“, you cry out, your abdomen flexing from the pleasure, feeling your words choked in your throat. “Oh my fucking god, Hwa.”

Seonghwa looks up to meet your gaze, his nose and mouth just stuffed into your cunt, his face painted by your essences. “Why, are you gonna cum, princess?”, he asks, the vibrations of his words amping up the sensitivity right in your pussy. The moment you don’t answer, Seonghwa plunges his fingers into you, causing you to gasp and your thighs to shake.

“Good cumsluts answer their boyfriend’s question”, Seonghwa hums into your pussy as he curls your fingers into you, hitting all of your spots instantly.

“God, fuck, I’m gonna cum, Hwa, please. Let me cum”, you cry out, your thighs shaking against his face. Seonghwa’s lips curl into a satisfied smile before picking up the pace, ensuring that he angles his fingers right at your g-spot, and curls. But as you feel yourself hitting a fever pitch, Seonghwa stops, and more of your sanity slips away, as you stare at Seonghwa in confusion, who only replies with, “not yet, princess. Not until you take both our cum.” You whine but Seonghwa doesn’t relent as he rubs your clit in slow, painful circles.

“Yunho, do you wanna fuck her?” Seonghwa asks in between licks. You barely had time to stabilise your breathing (and your sanity) when Yunho nods eagerly. His cock has already stained your back with his precum, especially since hearing your melodic cries.

“Remember your safe word if it gets too much”, Yunho reminds you as he kisses the nape of your neck.

You sink into Yunho’s thick cock, which stretches you as he pushes into you inch by inch. Your head is thrown back onto Yunho’s shoulder as his cock drags along your wet and desperate cunt. “That’s a good girl. Tight and wet for me”, Yunho’s voice sounding like honey in your ears. “You’re doing so well.”

Your eyes roll back, feeling how much Yunho’s cock is fucking deep inside you. Seonghwa’s hands snake around your chin, pulling your attention to back to him. “Eyes on me, princess. I’m the one right in front of you”, he hisses as his lips devours yours hungrily, turning your brain turn into mush.

He pulls back, looking at you so fucked out, your spit mixed with his pooling at the corners of your mouth, heaving softly. Nothing is processing in your head as Yunho’s cock is driving in and out of your pussy, sending stars beneath your eyelids.

“Pull out of her, Yunho. You can fuck her from behind”, Seonghwa instructs, and Yunho leaves you empty and your pussy clenching uselessly at the air.

Seonghwa’s hands tangle around your head, and he tugs your hair, sending electricity down your spine, and he pulls you down you to face his red and leaking cock. “Suck, princess.”

You lick a stripe up his cock before taking his length in, like you always do, feeling his cockhead hit the back of your throat. Seonghwa groans as his grip on your hair tightens. Your eyes flutter up to meet his and Seonghwa’s eyes look borderline crazed the moment he makes eye contact while you’re sucking his dick.

The focus immediately falters the moment Yunho’s cock is stuffed into you once more, and he starts fucking railing into you, his hands alternating between grabbing your hips and spanking you.

Your throat loosens up from the pleasure both from the front and back, and a slap from Seonghwa stings on your cheek, and it feels so fucking good. Your eyes flutter up as tears well up in your eyes. Seonghwa’s expression is unreadable. “Focus on sucking my dick.”

And he doesn’t give you any chance to answer as he progressively begins fucking your face. Your groans and cries are completely muffled by his fat cock.

Yunho’s breaking voice is loud enough for you to hear above the skin slapping and the squelching, “you’re doing so well babe. Such a good girl, taking two cocks at the same time. You really should be rewarded.”

“It’s her job, Yunho”, Seonghwa grunts, the feeling of your throat clenching his cock sending him into a spiral. His words are harsh but he caresses your cheek lovingly, watching you choke and gag on his cock. “Fuck, I could look at her do this all day. Such a dumb cockslut.”

Yunho’s thrusts are getting sloppier and erratic and you know he’s about to cum. But all your focus is snatched away as Seonghwa has your hair entangled in his hands as he’s pushing your head to make sure you take in his cock as much as possible.

Yunho’s grip tightens around your hips as his pants grow heavier. “Fuck, I’m cumming”, he announces. Seonghwa looks up at him and nods over, “go on, cum in her hole.” Yunho grunts, and his octave hitches as he feels himself release his thick cum into you. Your eyes roll back as Yunho unintentionally pushes you forward as he’s cumming right in you, causing Seonghwa’s cock to hit right at the back of your throat. Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrow in pleasure as he feels you clench around his cock. Your moan sending vibrations were sending him off the edge.

“God, so fucking good. Oh my fucking god”, Seonghwa hisses, tugging your hair. “Shoving my cock all the way down when Yunho’s fucking cumming in you. So fucking nasty.”

Yunho pulls out, his cum dripping out from your fluttering hole so obscenely, as you wince from the emptiness. Yunho rubs your back in gentle circles as he makes eye contact with Seonghwa and telling you, “that felt amazing, babe. You should let Seonghwa enjoy your tight pussy too. Maybe he’ll fuck the cum right out of you.”

The dirty talk was genuinely driving you crazy, especially since both men had their voices at such a low octave. Nothing is processing in your head—all you could think about was just being fucked dumb.

Seonghwa scoffs as he looks at you still bobbing your head on his cock. “She’s so cock dumb that she can’t answer you.” He pulls back gently so he doesn’t hurt your throat and soaks in the view of his cock leaving your mouth, your lips drenched in spit and cum trickling down your chin as you stare up at him.

Fuck, Seonghwa really does need to fuck you right now.

Yunho assists him in helping you lie down in your back, and your full nudity is in full display in front of the two men. Yunho shifts over to kneel beside you as he strokes your hair, while Seonghwa spreads your legs apart, admiring the glistening mixture of fluids still leaking downwards. He pushes two fingers in and your abdomen flexes, Yunho offering his hand for you to hold onto as as you feel your pussy clench. He’s fucking teasing you again. You know it when Seonghwa’s breath goes heavy when he feels you squeezing against his fingers.

“So close… I’m can’t, Hwa-“ you whine, feeling your orgasm build in your stomach quickly. Seonghwa only gives you a sadistic smile as he curls his fingers once more before completely pulling out, leaving you pathetically crying as your orgasm slips away once more.

Seonghwa wipes his stained fingers onto your pelvic area before pumping his cock a few more times, then leaning in, rubbing his hard dick against your folds. The vibration of his voice tickles your ears, and his words go straight to the knot in your stomach when he says “I can’t wait to ruin you. Fuck you dumb, fuck you so much that you won’t remember your useless name.”

He slides his cockhead down to your hole and pushes in, a breathy moan leaves his lips as he feels your cunt strangle his dick. He doesn’t relent, and pushes more inches in, up till he’s stuffed you full.

“There we go, princess, all the way in. How the fuck are you still so tight after taking Yunho’s dick?”, Seonghwa exhales shakily as he looks at the way your thighs shake at every inch he’s fucking you into.

“How does it feel being fucked with Yunho’s cum still in you?” Seonghwa asks mockingly, his cock displacing Yunho’s thick load out of your pussy. Your hands are wrapped around Seonghwa’s neck, until he makes you release him as he leans back and fucking ruts into you, his hand now around your neck as he squeezes. Your eyes grow wide with bliss as the oxygen slows down. Yunho is on his knees as he grows hard looking at how Seonghwa is fucking you senseless, stroking himself near your lips as you absentmindedly take his cock into your mouth.

“She really can’t get enough of cock, huh” Seonghwa points out, giving you another controlled slap to the face, your eyes rolling back from how good it feels as Yunho’s cock fills your mouth up all the way.

Yunho forces a strangled smile, admiring how you take his big cock in your pretty little mouth. “Yeah, and she looks so fucking gorgeous doing it.” Your heart flutters at the way both men have their full attention on you.

“You’re squeezing me again, princess. Do you want me to cum in you that bad?” Seonghwa grunts as a drop of sweat splatters on your chest as he’s fucking you. You barely register to what he says with a desperate nod through half lidded eyes. The male above you gives you a half smirk before his eyebrows furrow as he jackhammers into you, filling your eyelids with sparks, your legs automatically lifting upwards for Seonghwa to fuck you deeper.

“Lifting your legs up for me to fuck you harder? God, you’re such a slut”, he taunts as he gives you another pleasurable slap to the face. Yunho is stroking your cheeks as he pumps himself in your mouth, knowing you’re too fucked out to even suck his cock properly. He speeds up his masturbation with heavy breaths before a soft moan escapes him. He pulls his cock out from your mouth and fucks his hand, his cock pointed right at you.

“Do you want me to cum on your face, babe?” He asks through broken moans. You nod desperately. “All over my mouth. I want your cum all over my mouth, please”, you manage out. Yunho feels himself snap the moment those words leave your mouth as he bucks into his hand, white spurts of release hitting your face and especially mouth. Your tongue licks his cum that’s splattered at the corners of your lips by instinct. Yunho breathes heavily, admiring how your face looks covered by his thick cum before peppering kisses on your forehead and temples.

That was when Seonghwa’s fingers pull your chin back to face him.

“Don’t forget about me, Princess. I’m the one fucking you stupid over here”, he huffs as his thrusts become sluggish, evident from the way he enjoyed looking at Yunho cumming on your face. His ruts begin to feel more frantic and your mind is totally gone. The only name you’re calling out now is just Seonghwa’s, which only inflates his ego even further.

“Hwa, cum in me please. Feels so fucking good”, you murmur through cries. “Fill me up, all the fucking way.”

And that makes Seonghwa snap as he fucks hard into you for a couple more times before letting his cum paint your inner walls as well. A strained groan is released from him and pitched cry comes from you as your orgasm hits you in waves, as you clench around him, only motivating Seonghwa to let himself be milked out of every drop.

And you fucking squirt from both orgasm denials, right onto Seonghwa. Yunho is whispering in your ear, telling you that you did such a good job cumming beautifully like that, and more cum spurts out from you, your cries filling up the room as your body jerks in euphoria.

Through his orgasm, Seonghwa can’t help it but finally shower you with compliments, “such a good girl”, “fuck, you feel so amazing”, “I can’t imagine fucking anyone else like this if it’s not you”—all of which only amplifies your orgasm.

As Seonghwa pulls out, cum gushes out of your sore and abused cunt, and you try to catch your breath on the pillow. You feel the mattress shift beneath you but you were too exhausted to move a finger.

Both boys reappear as fast as they disappeared, Yunho with a towel and Seonghwa with a glass of water in hand.

Yunho reminds you to catch your breath, as he cleans your face up before moving down to clean up your lower body. Seonghwa sits you up slowly as he feeds you the glass of water, scolding you when he thinks that you’re downing the water too quickly. Nonetheless, he presses his lips against yours gently before asking if you’re okay, which you nod in reply. He leaves the glass on the table before joining the other male in the bathroom, where Yunho is drawing a bath for you.

A bit of strength returns to you as you try to get off the bed, but Yunho appears at the right time, with a pout at your stubbornness. He picks you up instead, bridal style and brings you into the bath, where Seonghwa is ensuring that the water is at the perfect temperature for you.

“I think it should be fine”, Seonghwa confirms as he lowers himself into the bath first, so that he’s able to cuddle you when Yunho lowers you in.

Seonghwa kisses the nape of your neck as Yunho massages your legs, enjoying how you squeal every time he presses onto a sore muscle. The bathtub is meant to be big—just perfect for the three of you within the lively household you share.