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❝you pay your boyfriend a visit at the that that mv shoot to support him, but he ends up supporting your legs as you ride him.❞

pairing — yoongi x reader

genre/rating — R | smut, fluff, pwp, idol au

warnings/tags — mullet yoongi 😩, hand kink, strong language, explicit smut — clothed sex, breast kink, yoongi has a filthy mouth ffs, a mix of degradation & praise 🤌🏻, light breeding kink, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, biting/scratching, name calling, hair pulling, nipple play, clit pinching, cowgirl, sloppy kisses, creampie, cockwarming, slight overstimulation

note: yeah i’m not explaining myself this is this & the only way i know how to channel my unhinged yoongi thirst because WTF he looks so fcking hot i love that man more each day it’s tough as a yoongi stan yoongi marry me 😩🫦🤰🏻 also tryna manifest yoongi selca from this shoot heh 🧘🏻‍♀️

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That was TOO good 😳 It’s been a while since I came to read in tumblr and this was such a good welcome back 😮‍💨

Wicked As They Come | myg

⟶ title: Wicked As They Come

⟶ pairing: vampire!yoongi x reporter! f reader

⟶ genres/aus: supernatural au, vampire au, fake dating au, ceo au, romance, smut

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ wc: 10.7k

⟶ warnings: Yoongi is a bit mean but 😏, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, threats, dirty talk, mentions of blood, biting, blood drinking, blood play, a cheesy staircase scene, a shower scene, smut in the forms of: oral m & f receiving, unprotected sex, rough sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

⟶ summary: you’ve been undercover at one of Min Yoongi’s many hotels in the city for the past week. you’re there because of the rumors that have been spreading regarding his vampire employees feeding off of his human guests. what you don’t expect to happen is Min Yoongi discovering your true intentions in his hotel and offering you a very interesting ultimatum: pretend to date the vampire CEO to help appeal to his human guests, or quickly find out just what kind of monster he can really be.

⟶ authors note: I know you all must be so surprised to see me posting since it’s been literal months lol. This fic is part of the To Love A Monster collab that I’m hosting with a bunch of really amazing writers. Please check out their fics as well! I have to give some big shoutouts here: M @here2bbtstrash, thank you for betaing what was obviously a mess and assuring me that it wasn’t complete trash, I so appreciate your help. Also to sav @jeonjcngkook who read it before it was even done to also assure me I wasn’t writing junk. And then to jai @gimmethatagustd for making this amazing banner all those months ago when I thought I wouldn’t procrastinate and get this done sooner lol.

I hope you all enjoy this, it’s mostly porn lol.

You have been sneaking around his hotel for a week trying to put any weight behind the rumors that were circulating.

Min Yoongi was a vampire and a very powerful one. He owns almost every luxury hotel within 500 miles of the city. He employs vampires and humans in his hotels and none of the humans you had been talking to seemed afraid to be here. So why are there rumors the vamps are feeding off humans in his hotels?

You have been unable to find any evidence of the unapproved blood drinking. There is, of course, plenty of approved blood drinking. Humans are paid handsomely to volunteer their blood to the vamps and Min Yoongi almost made a show of how much he paid them.

Your last night in the hotel is supposed to be spent at a masquerade party being held downstairs in the grand room, but ever curious you decided to take a small detour past the kitchens. 

The dress you are wearing was sent to your hotel room with a note that simply stated “can’t wait to finally meet you tonight when you're wearing this.”

At first, you thought it was possibly delivered to your room by mistake. But the dress was exactly your size and fit like it had been made for you. You didn’t have a no clue who would have sent it, but you weren’t the type to turn down expensive gifts.

While taking your last minute detour past the kitchens, you hear something around the corner that quickly catches your attention.

“I don’t want you to if it’s going to hurt, Jimin.” A female voice says in a hushed whisper.

“I would never hurt you, princess. It’s going to feel so good,” a man with silver hair and a ridiculously pretty smile says to the female as you slowly peek around the corner. One of his hands strokes her cheek while the other holds her body against his.

“Do you promise?” Her voice trembles slightly and you’re immediately afraid for her. 

“Of course.” He leans down to kiss her and she seems to melt into him.

There are two things you are absolutely sure about at this moment. 

This man named Jimin is a vampire.

This girl is human and being coerced into letting this vampire bite her even though she is obviously terrified.

You watch as the vampire hikes up the girl's skirt, hitching her leg over his hip. You hadn’t noticed that he had removed his cock from his pants until you saw him slip inside the girl in front of him. 

You can’t look away, but an even bigger part of you wants to see more. She moans his name and Jimin praises her for taking him so well.

Was this really what they had been talking about? Were they talking about fucking and not him drinking her blood?

But while you were distracted by the scene in front of you, watching tears roll down the girl's face when Jimin slammed her back to the wall, you hadn’t realized that someone else was watching you. A hand covers your mouth and an arm wraps around your waist and lifts you off the ground.

“You aren’t supposed to be down here,” a deep voice says against the shell of your ear. You try to scream to no avail, flailing your head around trying to hit them in the face, but they’re too quick.

You keep fighting against them, even as you feel a needle pierce the skin of your neck and a scream leave the mouth of that poor girl around the corner.

“Time to wake up.” You feel someone grip your face in their hand to keep your head up. Your mind feels like a fog has settled inside.

“You probably gave her too much, Namjoon,” a voice says.

“Impossible. I never miscalculate a dose.” 

“Would you two please shut the fuck up,” a deep grumbly voice says from a little further away. “Open your eyes, little monster.”

You force them to flutter open, trying to focus on what’s in front of you through your blurry vision. 

“Where…where am I?” You start to move your limbs; your legs move fine, but your arms are handcuffed behind the back of the chair you’re sitting in. “What the fuck?”

“We need to talk about why you’ve been snooping around my hotel for the past week. And I suggest you not lie to me or I’ll kill you now.” A man dressed in a very expensive suit comes around the front side of the desk he was sitting behind and leans against it.

“If you already know, what’s the point in me telling you anything?” Your vision clears more as you focus on his face: long black hair smoothed back off his forehead and eyes that could see through your soul.

“Humor me.” His voice is suddenly at your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Is this how you treat all of your guests? Cuffing them to chairs and letting your employees drink their blood even though they’re terrified?” You glare at him as you speak. It didn’t take you long to realize that this man is Min Yoongi.

He laughs before placing his hands on the arms of the chair, leaning down until his face is level with yours.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, little monster.” His voice is low and his smirk is maddening.

“I’m calling the cops as soon as I get the fuck out of here. This is kidnapping.” You struggle against the cuffs to no avail. Yoongi leans down closer, his nose coming down to skim your throat and cause your body to freeze.

“I can smell it on you…the fear. Your heart is pumping too hard. It’s fucking divine.” His tongue ghosts along your skin and no matter how hard you try not to react, goosebumps appear after you shiver. “Does that turn you on, little monster? Knowing I could kill you…bleed you dry on my tongue?”

It does. God it fucking does. It’s so fucked up, but pain…pushing limits…a little bit of fear…you fucking love it.

“No.” You seethe through clenched teeth.

“Liar.” His words are hot against your ear before his inhuman speed takes him back to the other side of his desk in an instant.

“Bastard.” You cross your legs tightly and slump against the chair.

“You have a choice to make, Ms. ______.” Yoongi sits down in his oversized leather chair and leans back with his eyes on you. “I’m in need of a partner. A human one. Someone to make appearances with me and make it look convincing. I need the humans to book my hotels more often. You can either help me do that or I can kill you.”

“Gee, so glad you’ve given me so many options here,” you scoff.

“What will it be then?” His hand cards through his long hair but his attention stays on you.

You realize that this may give you an extra in for your article. You could have insider information about what’s going on in these hotels if you agree. Maybe this isn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened.

“Fine. I agree.” You know the smile on your face probably isn’t as convincing as you want it to be.

“Meet me back here tomorrow night to sign the contract.” Yoongi nods towards the vampires who have been lingering near the door and one of them comes forward to undo your cuffs.

“Perfect.”

“What the hell? You’ve got an entire clause in this thing that says I can’t write any piece of journalism regarding what I see and hear at any time while or after the contract is up? That’s bullshit!” You toss the thick packet of paper back onto his desk.

“I’ll compensate you for any money your magazine would pay you for the article you were going to write about me.” Yoongi says, as if he’s bored to death as he scrolls his phone.

“How much compensation are we talking about here? Because the magazine I’m working for pays pretty decently for pieces like…” Your sentence is cut off by the sound of your phone dinging on the table. You pick it up to see Min Yoongi has deposited $20,000 into your bank account. You choke, almost throwing your phone when you see the number. “You can’t be serious.”

“Now that your compensation is dealt with, is there anything else in the terms you want to discuss?” Namjoon says, steam practically pouring out of his ears. He turns to his boss next. “Or is there any more money you would like to just throw around?” 

You glare at Yoongi, his eyes never leaving you as you reach onto the table and pick the packet of papers back up. He smiles, poking the tip of his tongue against one of his fangs.

Flipping through the rest of the contract, it occurs to you that one thing was never mentioned throughout that ridiculously long document.

“There’s nothing about sex in here.” You skim through a few pages again and Namjoon nearly chokes.

“Should there be?” Yoongi says with amusement in his voice.

“I just assumed…” 

“If you want me to fuck you, little monster, we don’t need a contract for it. Just say that’s what you want.” He leans over the desk, his elbows resting on it.

“Obviously I don’t.” You cross your legs and pretend to look through the contract more.

“Get out,” Yoongi says, black eyes still staring at you.

“Excuse me?” You’re about to go off before he cuts you off.

“Not you.” He turns his eyes to Namjoon who was apparently pretending there was something more interesting on his phone. “You. Get out of my office.”

“Asshole,” Namjoon mumbles as he shoves his chair back and, quicker than any human ever could, rushes out of the door and leaves it slamming behind him.

“What is your problem? Why did you tell him to leave?” 

“My problem is that you’re lying to me. So I’ll give you one last chance to tell the truth. Do you want to be fucked?” He starts to loosen the tie around his neck while standing up slowly from his desk.

“Why do you assume that I want you to fuck me?” Your mouth feels dry as you grip the arms of your chair.

“Does your cunt usually get ridiculously wet when you don’t want to be fucked?” He stops in front of you, the silky black neck tie sliding between his long fingers.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“No? So if I got my fingers between your legs I wouldn’t find you dripping?”

“It wouldn’t be because of you.” You tighten your jaw and lift your nose slightly into the air in defiance. “Maybe I thought your lawyer was hot.” 

Yoongi has never looked more wicked than he does at this moment. It’s like any kind of mask he was wearing to hide the monster has slipped away, his eyes suddenly the color of blood and fangs elongated while he grips the arms of the chair you’re sitting in, crushing them in his hands. The suddenness of it all makes you yelp in surprise.

“Don’t forget who you’re talking to with that smart fucking mouth, little monster.” One of Yoongi’s hands lifts from the rubble of the chair arms so he can drag a finger up your chest. Even without his inhuman abilities, you know he can hear your heart.

You should be terrified. You are terrified. But you should be trying to get away. Fight him off of you. But you just want more. Want him to bend you over his desk and show you the monster he can truly be.

His wandering finger makes its way over your pulse thrumming in your neck, making him groan low and deep in his chest. But he doesn’t stop there; he keeps his torturously slow pace until the finger is resting on your chin just beneath your lips.

“Open,” he demands, the red of his eyes slowly retreating back to their normal dark color.

You decide not to argue this time, parting your lips just enough for him to slip his finger into the hot cavern of your mouth.

“Suck, little monster, like it’s my cock I know you’re dying to choke on.” He presses the long digit against your tongue, tilting his head to the side as he watches your lips wrap around his finger.

You suck gently at first, running your tongue along its length until you can taste the metal of the very expensive ring on his finger. You lift your eyes to meet his, desperate to see how it’s affecting him.

“You can do better, can’t you, beautiful?” His other hand cups your chin and tilts it up more before he pulls his finger from your mouth. “Well?”

You watch as he leans against his desk, spreading his legs slightly as he presses his palms to the top of the dark wood.

It only takes you a moment to realize what he’s suggesting, and then you’re sliding from the leather chair you’re sitting in down to your knees on the floor in front of him. You can tell he’s half hard already when you come face to face with his crotch.

“This doesn’t mean anything.” Your voice sounds strained and unfamiliar. Yoongi smirks, a small laugh slipping out.

“Don’t worry, little monster. Out there you can be my well put together princess. But here, you’re my whore.” He growls the last part, one of his fangs poking into his bottom lip as he watches you undo his belt and zipper.

You hate how hard your pussy clenches at his words. How much you’re craving exactly what you’re getting. It’s stupid. So, so stupid.

Running your hands up his thighs, you slip your fingers into the band of his underwear and pants, sliding them down to free his waiting cock. And of course it’s perfect. His cocky demeanor is well backed up by the size of the dick in your face alone. Your mouth waters.

“There will be plenty of time for you to gawk, but right now you should really start sucking.” His fingers lace into your hair and lightly grip at the back of your head. You roll your eyes at him, but take his cock into your hand anyways.

His skin is cool to the touch but still flushed as you stroke him. A hum of approval comes from above you. You look up again, taking him into your mouth and making sure to hold eye contact as you do.

Your tongue swirls around him while your head bobs slowly up and down his long shaft. His grip in your hair tightens each time you take him a little deeper into your throat.

“Good girl, fuck,” Yoongi groans, grabbing the bottom of his button up shirt and pulling it up to his chest so that he can see everything that you’re doing.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you let your throat relax and take him all the way down until your nose presses against his lower stomach. The groan you receive in return is nothing short of delicious.

“I could tell from the moment I saw you watching Jimin fuck that girl downstairs that you were going to be the sweetest little slut.” He grips your hair hard, making you yelp around his cock. “And I was so fucking right.” Yoongi uses your hair as leverage to start rocking his hips and fucking into your mouth.

This is exactly what you want. You want him to use you and say dirty things. Your pussy has been clenching around nothing and dripping all over your thighs the entire time. You open your mouth as wide as you can and let him corrupt your throat, holding on to the backs of his thighs for dear life.

“How badly do you want my cum, little monster?” His voice is breathy and full of lust.

Unable to answer him with your mouth occupied, you slide your hands up to his ass cheeks and dig your nails in, making him jolt further down your throat. God you want it so badly.

“Fuck, that’s so good. So fucking good.” Yoongi releases his grip on your hair and lets you bob your head up and down him again to finish him off. 

You bring a hand around to stroke him in tandem with your mouth, squeezing at the head on each upstroke. You watch above you as his head finally falls back with a loud moan, his hand on the back of your head to hold you down as he cums down your throat.

He didn’t have to hold you there, you were gladly going to take it all, but it’s obvious this vampire loves control. So you continue to suck softly until he’s finished and pulls his cock from your lips.

You take in a deep breath when he releases you, falling forward slightly but catching yourself on your hands.

“Let me see,” Yoongi grumbles.

“See what?” you say, out of breath. He doesn’t answer, simply grabs your chin and yanks you back up to look at him. 

“Open your mouth,” he demands and you obey. “Good girl. I like to see that it’s all been swallowed down your perfect throat.” He releases your chin, extending his hand for you to take to help you up.

As you stand on wobbly legs, you’re surprised by the sudden gentleness from the man who was fucking your throat raw just moments ago. Yoongi helps you straighten your clothes and then moves on to his own, fixing his pants back into place as if the whole thing hadn’t just happened.

“Are you going to put sex in the contract now?” you ask, genuinely curious. Yoongi laughs quietly as he rounds the other side of his desk.

“If you’d prefer it be in writing I can have Namjoon add it in.”

“That…might be best.” You don’t know why. Maybe to give yourself the illusion that this isn’t something you’re more than willing to do.

“As you wish.” He sits back in his chair and watches as you head for his door. “And little monster?”

“Yes?” You almost jump at the sound of his voice again.

“A member of my staff will be taking you shopping and helping you get settled into my penthouse in the next few days.” 

“Your penthouse? I don’t remember living together being in the contract.”

“We have to make this as believable as possible. And I want to keep you close.” He opens his laptop, ignoring the surprised look on your face.

“Possessive much?” You glare at him, arms crossing over your chest. He hums with a smirk.

“Only when it comes to things that are mine.” His words send a shiver down your spine, and in that moment you aren’t sure if it’s out of lust or fear.

You don’t respond further, slipping out of his office so that you can breathe again.

“Was all of this truly necessary?” you ask.

“Yoongi said you were to get everything you wanted.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders as he types into his phone.

Jungkook had come to your hotel room three days after you’d left Yoongi’s office. He’s apparently Yoongi’s assistant, and lucky for you, is much friendlier than his boss. He had other staff collect your things from your room and take them to Yoongi’s penthouse before rushing you out the door to shop.

“Yes, but you literally bought everything I even glanced at twice.” There are bags covering the entire floor of the elevator you’re riding up in, and the hotel attendants will be bringing tons more up from the car.

“Don’t overthink it. Just enjoy being the spoiled brat that you are for a few months,” Jungkook teases, making you roll your eyes with a laugh.

The elevator dings, signaling your arrival at the very top floor of the hotel. Your stomach twists as the thought of living here with Yoongi finally dawns on you. This is a ridiculous idea.

“Welcome home!” Jungkook shouts, scaring you for a moment. 

You step out into the entryway of the penthouse, immediately overwhelmed by the beautiful set up. The entire far wall is windows, of course: it wouldn’t be a penthouse without ceiling to floor windows. But the way the sun is setting outside is breathtaking to see from this high up.

You move a little further inside, taking in the black leather couches and oversized fireplace in the living room area. Fur carpets cover the dark wood floors and abstract pieces of art sit on almost every table. 

It’s an open concept, the kitchen taking up the other half of the first floor. Though you aren’t sure why a vampire would need a kitchen with their…special diet. It has lights that drop down low from the ceiling and a huge island with tons of seating. Does Min Yoongi enjoy entertaining guests? You can barely imagine it.

“Boss should be back soon. Want me to wait with you?” Jungkook says, still typing away into his phone. He’s rather sweet for a vampire.

“I’ll be fine, Jungkook.” You give him a small smile as you wrap your arms around yourself. “And thank you for today.”

“My pleasure. You’ve got my number, anything you need just give me a call.” He looks up at you, then inhumanly fast is out the door. How will you ever get used to that?

You decide to look a little closer at the kitchen, letting your fingertips ghost over the black marble countertops. Making your way to the fridge, you open its huge doors to find it fully stocked with food.

“What the fuck?” you mumble to yourself. Why did he need all of this food? 

Before you close the doors, a bottle of wine on the top shelf catches your eye and you grab it before spinning around to face the kitchen island and search for a corkscrew.

What you don’t expect to see is Min Yoongi standing on the other side of the island, watching you carefully.

“Holy shit!” you screech, your heart lurching in your chest. “Can you please make some noise when you enter a room? Jesus.”

“Making yourself at home, little monster?” He smirks, likely loving the fact that you almost had a heart attack.

“I was just looking around.” You sit the bottle of wine down and lean over the counter, resting your elbows on the marble. “Is that okay?” You know that your cleavage is pushed up by the way you're bent over and you definitely did it on purpose.

“You’re welcome to look around.” He drums his long fingers against the countertop. “I’ve got nothing to hide from you.” You scoff.

“No bodies hidden in the closets? A coffin in your bedroom perhaps?” You reach up and carefully take a wine glass down from the rack hanging above the kitchen island.

“This isn’t the dark ages, little monster. The sun being a problem for vampires is something of the past.” He shrugs out of his suit jacket and drapes it over the chair next to him.

“It seems vampires evolve very quickly.” You say it casually, hoping he will spill information that most humans don’t know; information that you can use when you write an article exposing everything about them.

“Curious little thing, aren’t you?” He loosens his tie while slowly stalking towards you around the counter.

“It’s my job to be curious.” You try to pretend that him coming closer doesn’t affect you by pouring the wine into the glass you retrieved.

“Do you think you’re going to find a loophole in my contract? Something that would allow you to write your article? Foolish…” Yoongi wraps his tie around his palm and continues his slow movements towards you. Your stomach tightens, wondering when he’s going to get sick of you and kill you where you stand.

“We don’t need to talk about the article. It’s obviously not happening.” You take a drink, the sweet white liquid enticing your taste buds.

“Your heart gives you away.”

“What?” You’re taken aback by his words, taking them in a way he didn’t mean.

“It’s picked up speed. Almost a thrum. You’re lying…but that’s okay. You want to be brave, then go ahead. But I’m not your enemy, little monster.” He moves too quickly for a moment, coming too close all at once, causing you to drop your wine glass on the floor.

The glass shatters against the tile floor, the wine spreading out and filling into the space between the tiles. You don’t even think about your next move, bending down and immediately starting to pick up the shards of glass. 

“Sorry…” you start to say, nicking your palm on a piece of glass in your rush to scoop them up. “Fuck, that hurts. Could you hand me a rag?” You don’t look up at first, but when Yoongi doesn’t say anything, you get impatient. 

What you see is the monster you know you shouldn’t want so desperately.

His eyes are red and raging as he grips the counter top with one of his hands, the marble starting to crumble between his fingers.

“Get the fuck up.” Yoongi struggles but manages to get the words out between gritted teeth.

“What?” You scoot back across the floor, trying to put space between you. You watch as his hands shove into his hair, pulling at the long black strands as he makes pained groaning noises at the floor.

With that inhuman speed, Yoongi leans down and grabs your wrist, blood still leaking from the cut on your palm. The grip on your wrist is so hard you’re afraid he might break your bones.

“Yoongi, you’re hurting me. Let go,” you practically whimper as he drags you up from the floor and shoves you against the side of the island. “Stop. Please don’t…” 

You know that if he wanted to kill you, he would have by now. He could have drained you dry and no one would ever know to even look for you here. But the fear makes you feel alive. It makes your heart hammer and your pussy clench. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Yoongi grabs your wrist again, making you yelp in surprise. He stares at it for a moment, intently watching your blood slide down your skin. He closes his eyes before making his final decision.

You decide to close your eyes too, not sure if you want to see what could happen next.

To your surprise, what you feel is the warm, wet muscle of his tongue licking along the inside of your wrist up to your palm. Your eyes shoot open immediately, meeting his ruby colored orbs.

“I want to kill you,” he whispers against the skin of your wrist, lapping at the blood once more.

“I know,” you whisper back.

“Why does that make your pussy wet, little monster?” He smiles wickedly before his lips attach to the cut on your palm, sucking gently. You can’t help the moan that slips past your lips as you watch your blood coat his mouth and run down his chin.

“I…I don’t know.” You reach out with your other hand to grab onto his shirt and anchor yourself to something.

“All of that insolence seems to disappear when your pussy is getting what it wants.” He licks one more long stripe up your wrist before he pulls away, his eyes in the beginning stages of returning to their normal dark.

“You haven’t given me anything that I want.” You yank your wrist out of his hold, rubbing at the bruise marks already appearing. Yoongi rolls his eyes, grasping your shoulders and turning you around to walk you towards the sink. He turns on the water and motions for you to put your hand underneath it.

You turn your back to him, washing your hand under the warm water until it seems to stop bleeding heavily. You start to reach for a towel before you feel his chest against your back, his arms suddenly caging you against the counter in front of the sink.

“Why don’t you tell me what it is you want then, hm?” His breath against your ear sends a shiver down your spine. “I can smell every bit of desire between your legs.” His knee comes up between your legs, making you brace yourself on the counter at the sudden pressure he’s putting against your pussy.

“Touch me…and don’t stop.” Your body shakes in anticipation. Yoongi chuckles in your ear, his tongue finding the lobe.

“You’ll take what I give you…and you’ll be fucking grateful.” His sharp fangs nip at your ear and cause your ass to press harder into his crotch. You don’t care what he wants to give you at this point, you’re too desperate.

“Please,” you whine.

“I’m feeling benevolent this evening…you sucked my cock so well the other day that I may even let you cum.” He presses his cock against your ass before pulling away from you all together.

“Asshole.” You scowl as you turn around to face him. Yoongi merely looks amused.

“I’m still hungry, little monster. Get on the counter.” He pats the marble top with his hand while he undoes the top few buttons of his shirt with the other.

“Why?”

“Are you always going to ask so many questions or are you just going to fucking listen?” He cards a hand through his long raven colored hair and sighs, drenched in annoyance.

“Fine.” You roll your eyes, walking towards him where he stands by the kitchen island. Before you even have a chance to call him more names, he’s grabbing you by the hips and practically tossing you onto the counter. “Fuck, Yoongi, can you try not to break me?” 

“Where's the fun in that?” He smirks, coming to stand between your thighs, your face just above his from this height. “I think you may even beg me for it.” His voice is low, a rumble in his chest as he watches your face.

You want to reach up and push some of the stray hairs away from his face. But that would mean you have some kind of affection towards this vampire and you can’t let that happen. It’s almost painful to keep your hands at your sides.

“Get on with it then.” Your lips just barely ghost his when you speak, yet another thing you have to keep yourself from wanting.

Too quickly, your back is suddenly pressed against the cold marble countertop when Yoongi grabs your thighs and pulls your ass to the edge. You yelp when his lips press to the inside of your thigh. 

“Maybe the human men you’ve slept with like that smart mouth of yours, little monster.” He shoves your skirt up over your hips, long fingers immediately finding your slit over your panties. “But me? It makes me want to devour you.”

You moan and don’t hold back the sound, shivering when you feel his fangs pressing against your skin. He sucks a trail up your thigh, leaving small blossoms in his wake. When you feel his tongue languidly slide over the outside of your panties, you almost come undone right there.

“Please don’t tease me anymore. I’m so wet already.” He licks at you again before raising his head to look at you. 

“Be a good girl and take what I give you.” His hand reaches between your thighs and, with no effort at all, rips your underwear from your body in a single motion.

You don’t have time to be snarky again before his face is buried in your pussy. Your back arches off the counter, fingers gripping at the marble to no avail.

The long muscle of his tongue swirls around your clit before expertly diving back down inside you, licking up every bit of wetness that leaks from you. The world feels as if it’s tilting on its axis, that feeling of falling clouding your mind when you start to feel the urge to cum after such a short period of time.

“You’re going to give me at least three, so stop holding back and let me have what’s mine.” The rough grumble of his voice vibrates straight to your core as the pad of his thumb strokes your clit and his tongue disappears back inside you.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, chest heaving as your first orgasm wracks through you like a hurricane on a path of destruction with no end in sight.

“Your cum tastes almost as good as your blood, little monster. Again.” His long fingers slide inside you easily as your body shakes from being over-sensitive.

“Feels so good.” Your hands take on a mind of their own and make their way into the long, messy strands of his hair, gripping at the roots and pulling him closer.

“Greedy.” Yoongi sucks harshly on your clit, letting it pop from between his lips before he soothes it with his tongue.

“Asshole,” you moan, feeling your second orgasm hurtling towards you. Yoongi laughs quietly against the inside of your thigh.

“You like the pain. Stop pretending that you don’t.” He nips at your skin with his fangs, making you flinch. “You just gushed on my tongue.”

“I can’t go again, Yoongi. I need to stop.” You can feel sweat dripping from your forehead, your skin hot to the touch.

“You can and you will.” His arms wrap tightly around your thighs and yank you back to the edge of the counter, your sweaty skin squeaking across the surface.

Your body is telling you to scream. The pleasure and the discomfort are dancing a fine line and your head is absolutely swimming. You begin to think that you may not live through this when his mouth is back on your abused pussy.

Yoongi throws your legs over his shoulders and licks deeper than he had been before, the bottom half of his face drenched in everything leaking from you through the past two orgasms.

“Bite me,” you beg. You know if he bites you that it will intensify everything you feel, but also bring the possibility that the monster consuming your pussy kills you.

Yoongi practically rips himself from you, his breathing ragged and rushed.

“Don’t ask for things that you don’t understand.” His long fingers find your swollen clit while the other hand swipes across his mouth.

“Please…please I can’t cum again without it.” Tears start to slip down your face.

“I could kill you. It would be so fucking easy.” His eyes start to turn red, the crimson bleeding into his dark irises.

“It’s worth the risk, isn’t it? Please…” You’re so desperate you have no idea what you’re saying. Yoongi scoffs.

“You really are a little monster, aren’t you?” Yoongi smiles, his fangs elongating. Your heart beats so fast, somewhat with fear but mostly with the anticipation of what you’ll feel when he bites you.

In a flash, the vampire between legs is sinking his teeth into the inside of your thigh. You gasp, all the air leaving your lungs as your eyes fly open, the light fixtures on the ceiling blurring. You grab at your breasts when a sudden flood of heat starts to spread through your entire body.

Your body jolts when Yoongi takes the first long drag of your blood into his mouth. He moans at the taste, his hands gripping your hips in a bruising hold. 

Another long pull of blood floods into his mouth and you start to see stars. Yoongi moves one hand back to your pussy, his fingers gathering wetness and spreading it up to your swollen clit. 

“Yoongi…” You’re so light headed you aren’t sure if you can keep your eyes open much longer. Yoongi rips his mouth from your thigh, his chest heaving, blood dripping off his chin and down his neck where it stains the white collar of his shirt.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well, baby.” He pushes you back further onto the counter before climbing onto it himself. 

You can feel the warmth of your blood coating your skin on your thigh, but the only other thing you’re desperately aware of is him. Him and the way he rips your dress off your body as if it wasn’t extremely expensive and brand new.

“I’m so close.” Everything between your legs aches but your greedy body still wants more.

“I’m going to keep you, little monster. You’re mine now.” He licks the inside of your thigh, dragging his tongue through the blood. “Say it.”

“Yours,” you sigh, his fingers gathering up the blood on your skin and spreading over one of your breasts.

“I’ll make you cum now, little monster. Good girls get what they need.” His sinful mouth attaches to your breast, licking and sucking the blood. 

You arch up from the counter top, pushing your breast further into his mouth and spreading your legs wider when his fingers make their way back inside you, petting your walls and stroking your g-spot until he’s making you cum again. 

Your cheeks are wet from tears and your body is weak from losing blood and orgasming a ridiculous amount of times. But somehow you manage to sit up on your elbows when Yoongi slides back off of the counter, wiping his mouth and licking his fingers clean of your juices and blood.

“You’re quite divine, even if you constantly test my patience.” He puts a hand out for you to take. When you do, he helps you down from the counter. “Let’s shower.”

“You want to shower with me?” Your legs wobble as you stand and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“I need to make sure you don’t collapse while you’re in there. Don’t overthink it.” He looks around at the floor still covered in glass and the countertop covered in your blood. “I’ll have someone clean this up while we get you cleaned up.”

“Is it a normal occurrence for the cleaning staff to casually clean up blood?” You stumble a bit when you try to take a step. Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“So many questions.” 

“You could’ve picked any human to be your fake girlfriend, I’m sure there are plenty of them that wouldn’t ask questions.” You take another wobbly step. Yoongi sighs behind you, moving too fast for your eyes as he scoops you up into his arms. Your eyes have no time to adjust before you’re in the bathroom.

“Don’t make me regret that decision, little monster,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, carefully sitting you down onto a chaise lounge chair.

“Why is this here?” you ask, hands sliding over the soft material.

“Perhaps I’ll show you some time.” He smiles wickedly, turning away from you to turn on the water inside the giant shower. Water pours down like a waterfall from the ceiling.

You take a moment to appreciate the incredible shower before your eyes find Yoongi again, his fingers still stained with your blood nimbly beginning to unbutton his shirt and revealing the smooth planes of his chest and stomach. It’s the first time you’ve really had a moment to appreciate the details of his body.

Your eyes fall on the crotch of his pants, still tented and tight.

“Do you want me to…” you motion towards his obvious hard on.

“No. Not tonight.” He holds out his hand for yours again. “Come here.” You let him wrap his fingers around yours, helping you to your feet. He makes sure that you’re steady before walking you into the shower.

Yoongi stands back, watching you walk under the steaming waterfall and removing his pants as he does. He commits the shape of your body to memory, eager to continue defiling it every chance that he gets.

You don’t hear him approach, your skin merely explodes in goosebumps when the cool skin of his hands and arms wraps around your torso from behind you. His face finds the crook of your neck, lips seeking out your throat and up to your jaw. It’s surprisingly…soft.

“Does it hurt?” he murmurs against your ear, fingers ghosting at your lower stomach. Cool lips kiss your shoulder.

“Just sore.” You turn your head and meet his eyes when he lifts his head. “I’ll be fine.”

Looking at him in that moment makes you suddenly realize that you’ve never kissed Yoongi. Maybe he wants it that way. Kissing is intimate and this is supposed to be an arrangement with no feelings involved.

He looks at you a moment longer before he clears his throat, his arms leaving your body as he kneels down in front of you.

“What are you doing?” Your eyes widen.

“Relax, little monster. I’m going to make it better. Hold onto my shoulders.” He waits until you do as he asks before he carefully lifts your legs, turning your inner thigh towards his face. 

Blood still slowly seeps from the puncture wounds he left behind, bruises forming around them. Yoongi looks up to meet your eyes once more, holding them as he sticks out his tongue and presses it to your thigh, swiping up the blood before he drags it over the punctures. 

Shivering at the feeling, you watch as the bite marks seal themselves closed and the bruising quickly fades from your skin. It’s as if nothing had ever happened.

“That trick must get a lot of attention at parties.” You try to laugh at your own joke, but you’re honestly so taken aback by what just happened in front of you. Yoongi smiles, a real one that you aren’t sure you’ve seen until now.

“Vampire venom has healing properties. I’m not a fan of the idea of you being uncomfortable in any way.” He presses a kiss to your thigh, then stands from the shower floor.

He helps you wash your body and hair, rubbing your scalp and shoulders until you almost fall asleep standing up. 

“Come to bed.” You suddenly realize that you’re no longer in the shower, but in Yoongi’s bedroom, a fluffy black towel wrapped around your body.

“Why am I in your room?” you ask, confused.

“Because you’re sleeping in my bed. With me.” He throws back the comforter and pats the mattress. “In the bed, little monster.”

“Why am I sleeping in here? Surely you have spare rooms in this ridiculously big penthouse.” The idea of Yoongi wanting you to sleep in bed with him feels strange.

“Of course there are, but you’re staying in my room. Stop asking questions for the night, I beg you.” He rubs his temple as he walks towards his closet, reappearing a literal second later with sleep pants on. “Sleep in this if you want.” He tosses a tshirt towards you and you barely manage to catch it.

“But I don’t…” you start to protest again and Yoongi is suddenly in front of you, his hand covering your mouth. 

“I want you to sleep in here. You’re mine and that’s all the explanation I’ll be giving you. No. More. Questions.” When you nod in understanding, he slowly moves his hand down and holds your jaw. “Get into bed.”

You nod again and he releases you, walking around to the other side of the bed. Yoongi settles with his back against the headboard, watching as you drop your towel and slip on the T-shirt he had given you.

“Are all vampires as possessive as you?” You glare at him playfully as you climb into the bed.

“What did I just say about questions, _____?” He throws his hands up in the air.

“Fine. Goodnight.” You dramatically grab the comforter and pull it over you, turning to face away from him. You hear him laugh quietly before the bed shifts once more and sleep grabs hold of you faster than it ever has.

Weeks go by.

The arrangement becomes easier and easier to do. 

Yoongi brings you to parties and meetings and formal dances, dressing you up in the most gorgeous and expensive outfits. He gets you anything that you want and all you have to do is talk about how amazing he is to all of his human investors and guests.

He keeps you close, doesn’t let you wander too far. His cool hand is always at the small of your back. 

The possessiveness is something you thought you would find annoying. He explained it’s just in a vampire's nature to be that way. But it’s easy to just let it happen when deep down, you love it.

God there really is something wrong with you.

Yoongi being possessive, however, is not the biggest problem you’ve had over the last few weeks. The problem is that he refuses to fuck you.

There’s plenty of other things to keep the edge off. Using his mouth to possess you in an entirely different way. He buries his face between your legs every chance that he gets. In his office…on top of his desk…in every dark corner he can find. You repay the favor when he lets you, letting him use your throat as his own personal fuck toy. But it isn’t enough, and he brushes you off every time you try to bring it up.

Tonight is an extremely important night. Yoongi is throwing a party to celebrate the grand opening of his newest hotel. There will be hundreds of people in attendance that need to be impressed. 

“Are you almost ready?” Yoongi’s deep voice startles you as you stand in front of the vanity mirror in his bathroom.

“Just finishing up.” You pop in your second very large emerald earring before picking up the matching necklace. It’s the heaviest piece of jewelry you’ve ever felt.

“Can I help with that?” He comes to stand behind you, holding out his hand for the necklace.

“Thanks.” You carefully place it in his palm and turn back to the mirror, watching his face intently.

“You understand how important this night is, don’t you?” His breath tickles the back of your neck as he speaks. “How badly I need it to go well?”

“I know.” His eyes meet yours in the mirror as he carefully brings the chain around your throat.

“Good girl.” His lips meet your shoulder, pressing a too-soft kiss to your already heated skin.

“You’re going to have to talk eventually.” Your eyes fall shut when his hands come around and cup your breasts from behind.

“I find it amusing that you think I owe you any kind of explanation for what I do or don’t do to you, little monster.” He pinches your nipples through the thin material of your dress, making you hiss through your teeth and lean further into him.

“Just tell me why you won’t fuck me, Yoongi. It’s been weeks.” You grind your ass against his growing erection.

“We’ll discuss this later. The car is waiting downstairs.” A scrape of his fangs across your shoulder before the feeling of his body against your back is gone.

“Asshole,” you grumble, straightening your dress and smoothing any hair that may have moved out of place. 

He waits for you at the top of the stairs, offering his hand to help you walk down them in your heels. You brush past him, taking on the challenge unassisted and making Yoongi scoff.

The universe has other plans for you though, not allowing you even a single moment of holding your head up high before you trip on the edge of one of the stairs. It happens so quickly that you don’t even have time to make a sound.

There are arms abruptly wrapped around you, too quick for your human eyes to make sense of. The next thing you know, your back is being shoved against the railing, bent, with a vampire looming over you, his nose pressing to yours while his lips ghost just above you.

“Do you have a death wish, little monster?” Yoongi whispers, his hold on you tightening.

“I’m sorry…that was so…” You can’t think straight, let alone comprehend what just happened.

“Stupid? Yes, so very stupid.” One of his hands leaves your back and makes its way into your hair, pulling the strands to make you look up at him. “Do not ever endanger yourself that way again. I can’t be around all the time to keep you alive.”

“Okay.” You nod, lips brushing his in the motion. You shudder at their cool sensation. But when you move to try and kiss him, he immediately pulls back.

“Come on. We’re late.” When he offers his hand this time, you take it, letting him usher you into the penthouse elevator and down to the lobby. His bodyguards get the two of you into the car in a blur.

Yoongi doesn’t say a word in the car. He doesn’t even look at you the entire way to the new hotel. It’s fucking infuriating.

Once inside the hotel, you immediately grab a glass of champagne off of a passing tray, downing it quickly before you feel the familiar pressure of Yoongi’s hand on your lower back.

“Easy, little monster,” he says lowly. You roll your eyes, plastering on a fake smile and joining him to talk to some very rich humans.

“I don’t think we’ve met.” A tall man in a pristine suit and glasses says when you join them. He is incredibly handsome.

“Taehyung, this is my girlfriend, Y\N. Y/N, Kim Taehyung. He’s giving me a hard time about investing in my hotels.” Yoongi’s fingers gently stroke your bare back exposed from your dress. 

“Girlfriend? A human?” Taehyung asks curiously.

“100% human,” you laugh, nervously gesturing towards yourself.

“Wouldn’t have imagined such a pairing. Especially for you, Yoongi.” Taehyung sips his whiskey, his eyes staying on you even as he speaks to Yoongi. You’re too busy trying to laugh at everything he says to notice the way Yoongi’s jaw tightens.

“Yes, well, sometimes humans can be rather surprising. Tolerable even.” Yoongi looks at Taehyung like he wants to drain him, while everyone else standing there laughs at what Yoongi has said.

“Indeed.” Taehyung sips his whiskey again. 

“We should make our rounds, baby.” Yoongi runs his finger under your chin, bringing your eyes up to his. “Come,” he whispers, only loud enough for you to hear. You bite your bottom lip, nodding as you thread your fingers through his.

“I hope to see you again soon, _____,” Taehyung calls from behind the two of you. Yoongi starts to turn around but you pull him back.

“Don’t. He’s trying to get under your skin.” 

“I could snap his neck…sever his throat…” Yoongi loosens his tie a little, pulling your hand to continue walking towards the outdoor balcony.

“You need him, don’t you? Just think about that.” 

“He makes the best gambling games in the damn country, of course I need him.” He runs a hand through his long hair, the strands of it even longer now than they were when you had first met him all those weeks ago.

“So let it go,” you sigh, releasing his hand when the two of you are alone outside. “I don’t know why you care anyways.” 

“I didn’t say I cared.”

“You were acting like a jealous prick back there. Seems like you might care a little.” You fold your arms over your chest, cool night air chilling your skin.

“I don’t, you ridiculously infuriating woman,” he half-laughs, pressing his palms to the stone wall that overlooks the hotel courtyard.

“Yeah, well, I don’t care about you either.” You’re practically pouting but you don’t care.

He groans, his fingers cracking the stone beneath them. You want to close the distance between the two of you, touch his chin and make him look at you.

“Why is it so hard for you to say?” you ask quietly.

“We’re talking about feelings here, little monster. I don’t do feelings,” he lies. You roll your eyes.

“Fine. I’ll go see if Taehyung wants to spin me around the dance floor a few…” you start to say, heading towards the door. You’re cut off by Yoongi grabbing the back of your neck and spinning you back around to face him. Your body presses to his, molding to the shape.

“You. Are. Mine,” he practically growls, a deep snarl on his face as he tries to keep the monster at bay. 

But you aren’t afraid.

“Then act like it. Show me that you want me or let me walk away.” Your breaths come out rushed and uneven as the two of you stand there, nose to nose.

He thinks for a moment. Almost too long. But then he smirks, his grip on the back of your neck softening slightly. 

“You’re not getting away that easily, little monster.” And then his mouth is crashing against yours, consuming, devouring.

You’ve thought about what it would be like to kiss Yoongi for weeks. You knew that you shouldn’t, but that didn’t stop you from imagining what he tasted like or how his lips felt.

The way he kisses you now is so incredibly unexpected, you have to remind yourself what planet you’re on. 

It only takes a moment for you to respond, pulling him closer and molding your mouth to his, filling in the spaces with your tongues. It’s when your fingers find their way into his hair that you really begin to grasp that there’s no coming back from this. There’s no more pretending.

Your thoughts are shaken when his hands travel to the backs of your thighs, lifting you onto the stone wall of the balcony. You grip him tighter, afraid to look behind you and see the ground looming below.

“What’s wrong? You aren’t afraid of heights are you, little monster?” he teases, shoving himself between your legs and scooting you even closer to the edge of the wall.

“Anyone would be afraid of a two story drop.” You try to capture his lips again, anything to stop thinking about the possibility of falling, but he pulls back just enough to keep you wanting.

“As if I’d let you fall.” Yoongi whispers the words so quietly you barely hear them, his eyes staying on your lips.

“Maybe I already am.” You feel him stiffen, his body going rigid at your words.

“Don’t say things like that.”

“Why?”

“Stupid, stupid girl,” he sighs. “There’s too much good in you…too much humanity for you to be talking that way.”

“You don’t get to decide that.”

He stares at you for what seems like hours, gauging what could really be going through that head of yours. Then he gently kisses you again, melting away any facade either of you were trying to keep playing.

“We’re leaving,” he says after a moment of soft kisses.

“But we just got here. What about all the schmoozing we need to be doing?” 

“Screw the schmoozing. I want to fuck you.” He takes one of your hands and brings it between your bodies, helping you to cup his hardening dick through his pants. “This is what you want, isn’t it, little monster? So desperate to be filled with cock.”

You whimper, licking the seam of his lips with your tongue as you palm his cock, thoughts of literally anyone who looks out the window seeing the two of you out here turning you on even more.

“Take me home, please.” You’re no longer above begging.

“I’m going to leave you in ruins.” Yoongi means for it to be a threat, something to deter you from wanting this, but it only makes you wetter. The thrill and the danger and the possibility of devastation that making this choice could cause only make you want it more.

Yoongi grabs your wrist, walking with determination until you’re back inside the party where Namjoon immediately sees the two of you making your way through the crowd.

“Yoongi, what the fuck? There’s people looking for you.” Namjoon steps in front of Yoongi but it doesn’t stop him from his mission to get to the front door.

“Tell them I’m sick.” Yoongi opens the door, presses a kiss to the top of your hand and guides you outside. You can’t help the ridiculous smile that finds its way onto your face.

“Vampires don’t get sick.” Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose. “Are you really going to do this to me?”

“I’ll make it up to you.” Yoongi guides you down the front steps of the hotel, your eyes landing on Jungkook at the bottom, leaning against the car and playing a game on his phone.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asks, panic crossing his usually soft features.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. We just need the car.” You pat his shoulder reassuringly while Yoongi opens the door for you to settle into the passenger seat. You’re about to grab your seatbelt when he leans down into the car and kisses you. “What was that for?”

“It may be the last bit of sweetness you get from me tonight. Enjoy it while you can.” His teeth nip at your bottom lip.

“Who said I enjoy sweetness?” You make sure he sees the way you make your dress ride up your thighs. Yoongi groans.

“Perfect little monster,” he coos, taking one last look at your exposed thighs before he shuts the car door. You watch as Yoongi brushes off Jungkook and Namjoon’s protests of him leaving this important party and gets into the driver's seat. 

His long fingers grip the steering wheel tightly as he immediately punches the gas. And while you’re not afraid of the vampire sitting next to you, his driving is an entirely different story.

Luckily the drive back to the main hotel is short and you find yourself pressed to the wall of the elevator before you can even think of scolding Yoongi for his driving.

“I’ve pictured thousands of ways I’ve wanted to fuck you.” He hikes your leg over his hip. “But this is going to be quick.”

The elevator dings for the penthouse floor and with his inhuman speed, Yoongi moves you into the entry way and through the apartment, his mouth devouring yours as he deposits you onto his bed.

“No foreplay. Please just fuck me.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he licks down the column of your throat.

“Are you ready for me already?” His breath tickles your skin.

“Yes.” You take his hand and move it between your legs, your dress bunching around your hips as you push it out of the way.

Yoongi takes your hint, his fingers delving into your underwear to find your soaking pussy. He groans, pushing his fingers inside to pet your walls.

“So you are.” He sits up on his knees between your legs, throwing his suit jacket off of his shoulders and tossing it across the room.

You sit up on your elbows, watching intently as he undoes the buttons of shirt and reveals the beautiful skin of his chest and stomach. The muscles are there, but he’s also unexpectedly soft as your fingers explore the planes.

You help him the rest of the way out of his shirt, leaning up further to kiss his chest. His hands grip your hair but he doesn’t move you away, letting you traverse his skin with your lips and tongue for a moment.

“Get this off of me.” You start to reach behind you for the zipper of the dress but Yoongi has other ideas.

He reaches down and grabs your hips, flipping your body over so that you’re on your stomach and face down on the bed.

“Allow me.” His mouth is on the exposed skin of your back, kissing a wet path down your spine as he unzips the dress. You can’t help the moan that escapes you, or the way your hips push back to try and find friction. “Greedy,” he mumbles against the small of your back.

“Please, Yoongi. Just hurry up.” You slide the sleeves off of your arms so that Yoongi can pull the dress the rest of the way off. It must’ve been expensive, but he still tosses it to the floor.

When you try to roll back over onto your back, he grabs your hips and holds you in place.

“No, I think I’ll have you just like this.” You hear him take off his belt and the mattress move slightly when he removes his pants. “Hold onto something, little monster.” 

There’s no time to protest; you barely have time to grab the comforter before he’s sheathing his cock inside you in one fluid motion. You fall forward on your elbows, your face meeting the bed as you cry out from the intrusion.

“Fuck…” you whine, tightening your hold on the comforter as he starts to rock his hips, burying himself to hilt each time he pumps back into you. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? So desperate for cock that you’d let a vampire defile you.” His hands hold so tightly to your hips that you know there will be bruises immediately. 

“Yes, I wanted it so bad.” You can feel drool begin to form at the corner of your mouth as he fucks you harder.

“Just remember, little monster, out there you’re the perfect princess for the public to see. But in here, in my bed, you’re my good little whore.” He thrusts particularly hard on the last word, shoving your top half flat against the bed when your arms give out.

“Yoongi…” It barely comes out a whisper, but you know he hears you.

“Come here,” he grunts, leaning over your body and wrapping his arms around your torso, pulling you up to press your back to his chest, his cock staying nestled inside you as he adjusts you the way he wants.

His thrusts stay deep, but slow down slightly. One hand grips your breast while the other spreads your legs wider over his lap.

“I’m going to cum…fuck I’m so close.” Your head flops back and rests on his shoulder, sweat coating your skin.

“You’re lucky that I want to feel this pretty pussy squeeze my cock, little monster. I’m going to let you cum.” Rough fingers find your clit, sloppy circles sending you into a frenzy as you chase your orgasm.

“Right there, yes yes, right there.” Your thighs start to shake as Yoongi pulls you down further on his cock, holding you there as you come apart, squeezing his cock just like he wanted.

“Good girl. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” He swipes your hair away from your shoulder and suddenly sinks his fangs into your throat.

His bite only elongates your orgasm…it could have been two, maybe even three orgasms all chained together. Your sight blurs at the sheer force of the climax that rolls through you.

You’re barely coherent when you feel Yoongi release inside you, hot spurts filling you up and leaking down your thighs. He moans against your neck, taking two more long pulls of blood before he pulls off, hungrily licking at the trails of blood that trickle down your throat.

Your body is completely spent as Yoongi gently lowers you onto the bed, covering you with the comforter before he gets up off the bed. 

You watch with hooded eyes as he goes into his bathroom and comes back with a cloth to clean you up.

“Let me see the mess you made, baby.” He moves the covers off of your legs and cleans you up, making you whine at the contact of anything touching you there so soon. “Go to sleep.”

“I’m fine, I promise.” You snuggle deeper into the covers.

“We have a lot to talk about tomorrow.” You feel him join you in the bed. 

“Talk about what?” Your eyes are too heavy to stay open.

“The contract.” His cool body presses against your back and his arm falls over your waist. 

“What about it?” you mumble.

“The next phase of it, of course.” You feel his finger swipe at the blood still on your neck, popping it into his mouth.

“Phase?” 

“Engagement.” 

♡ She's really sensitive there ♡

Author's note: A repost of my old fic with some newly added scenes. Would love to hear feedback from you guys ♡ i hope all the "milk titty fic" lovers are happy with this repost ♡

Characters: Chan x y/n + Hyunjin, Changbin, Jisung

Warnings: Food play (milk), dirty talk, fake tattoo, tit/nipple play, female orgasm, multiple men touching y/n at the same time.

“Y/n has really sensitive tits.”

It’s been a few minutes since Chan said those words and no one seems to be interested to move on from the topic.

The air’s thick. Chan is thinking of changing dorms now. Maybe that’ll save him from this.

How does one even get to that topic, you might ask. Well, pair a very flustered Chan and three of his members (Changbin, Jisung and Hyunjin) teasing him so heavily about being an innocent prude, which is definitely far from the truth, you’ll get the leader to blurt out something like that about his girlfriend.

Chan is silent, praying to God that you don’t hear any of what he just said. You’re in the kitchen, kindly making snacks for them even when you just made some for the other four boys in the next dorm, and rejecting any help because you insist on wanting to do it as a treat for them ending a very successful tour.

“How sensitive are we talking?” Jisung asks, unable to hide his curiosity.

“I’m not fucking telling you,” Chan hisses, turning up the volume of the long-forgotten television. He’s going to hell. You’re going to feel violated and you’ll break up with him and he’ll be alone forever.

“Come on, hyung! Why would you tell us that and not give us any additional information?” Changbin nudges him, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You guys are a bunch of perverts… but seriously, Chan hyung, like, can she cum from you playing with her tits?” Hyunjin asks, joining in on the fun.

“I swear to God, stop asking about my girlfriend’s tits-”

“My what?”

Chan’s dead. He can feel his soul being sucked out from his body and he’s ready to leave planet earth.

Oh now the boys can keep their mouths fucking shut? How convenient.

“Y/n… it’s really not how it sounds like,” Chan tries to explain himself, standing up to go to you but you beat him to it, making him sit back on the sofa.

You look at the other three boys - Hyunjin on the sofa next to Chan while Changbin and Jisung are on the floor - with a feign angry look, wanting to scare them a little.

The boys keep quiet, realising how inappropriate it is to talk about someone’s body that way. But they can’t help it. It’s you.

You – pretty, pretty you. You who Chan gets to taste and touch every night. How can they not be curious? Teasing their leader is always a fun pastime for them but actually getting him to break and give them valuable information like that? Such a treat.

“You were curious about my tits?” you ask, making yourself comfortable on Chan’s lap. “What were they curious about, baby? Did you tell them about how sensitive my tits are? Hmm?” you run your fingers through Chan’s fluffy curls, loving how soft he looks right now.

“I- I didn’t mean to. Baby, Y/n, I- i-”

“Shhh baby. It’s okay. Were they teasing you again? Such mean boys, aren’t you all? Always teasing my Channie,” you pout, exchanging your menacing look to a cuter one.

“We- we were just playing around,” Jisung tried to defend, eyes not even looking at you.

“You think Chan doesn’t tell me about your teases? Chan being a prude? An innocent old man?” you chuckle, loving how quiet they’re being compared to their usually loud nature. “Just because you don’t hear me scream his name when he fucks me doesn’t mean I don’t cream on his dick every night. We’re just considerate people, you know? You lonely boys shouldn’t have to suffer from blue balls because of my moans,” you tell them boldly, making Chan gulp and the boys look at you in shock.

“Baby?” Chan calls you. He’s looking at you calculatively. You’re wearing his favourite – oversized white shirt with jeans. He can see the outline of the black lace bra, something you only wear to reward him because the fabric makes your sensitive skin tingle too much.

Fuck. Chan misses you. He misses you so much. All he can think of now is to fuck into you and feel you cum around his cock.

It’s like you can hear his thoughts. Softly, you cup his face with your hands and kiss him sweetly – just a peck, just a little taste. Chan tries to chase for your lips again, the boys being there no longer bothering him, not when you’re on him like this.

“Don’t think too much, Channie. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then take off my shirt.”

Silence.

You give Chan a small smile, your own hands now playing with the ends of your shirt. You’re still on Chan’s lap but you move your body a little to the side so everyone can see you. But most importantly, so that Chan can see you and not just your back.

“Are you sure?” Chan asks, voice low, clearly entertaining your idea and not completely shutting it down.

You can’t help but giggle a little. “I am. Remember what we talked about the other day? When you were getting tired of these devil boys’ teases?” you ask him, voice unable to hide the teasing tone.

Chan groans. The memories of telling you about how he would show the boys just how not innocent he is comes flooding his mind at the reminder.

“I remember,” he tells you, licking his lower lip.

“Let’s show them then. Only if they’re not too much of a prude to watch though,” you shrug, side-eyeing the boys who are still so quiet.

Hyunjin’s the first one to react, which actually surprises you and Chan. “I wanna watch,” to which the other two boys nod profusely.

“Awww, won’t you look at that? Desperate little boys who don’t have women in their lives to touch. Makes fun of their leader who gets to touch a woman’s body everywhere and anywhere he pleases. And now you’re jumping at the opportunity to watch him touch his girlfriend?” you chuckle, words making them all feel a little ashamed. Degraded, even. But hot.

Definitely hot.

Suddenly, Chan kisses you to shut you up, or to show the boys – you really have no idea. And you don’t care about the reason. Because you love it.

Oh you missed him. You missed touching him. You missed having him touch you. You’ve been so deprived of his touch and his comforting presence, you think you won’t even mind if Chan fucks you right here, right now, as the boys watch.

You whine when Chan breaks the kiss, the sound of your voice earning a few whistles from the three boys watching.

“Watch,” is all Chan says to the boys, his hand slowly pulling your shirt up, making you whimper. He pulls it fast when your shirt gets to your tits and God, the jiggling of your tits is enough to make men cum at the sight.

“Oh yeah,” Jisung breathes, clearly affected by the little titty drop Chan generously gifted them.

You suddenly feel a little shy with all the attention. You can see Changbin quietly watching, eyes glued on your bra-cladded tits while Hyunjin does the same. You can feel Chan’s hardening cock underneath you and all you can think of is how good it’ll feel if you get to sink your pussy onto his thick rod.

“Hi, angel. Whatcha thinking about there, hmm?” Chan’s voice breaks you from your daydream. You just shake your head, giving him a shy smile.

“Thank you for letting me do this,” he continues, fingers drumming the side of your tits, making you whimper and writhe ontop of him.

Chan smiles, loving how you’re already so needy.

“You asked if she can cum just by playing with her tits, didn’t you Hyunjin? Why don’t I show you?” he announces and it makes you gasp because Chan brushes his thumb over your clothed nipple, making you jump a little because it feels so fucking good.

“Fuck, she really is sensitive,” Changbin comments, unable to take his eyes off of the scene infront of him.

“She is. Really, fucking sensitive. Isn’t that right, baby?” Chan says, teasing you, his hand now pulling your bra straps and just using it to bounce your boobs.

“Chris, fuck, ngh,” is all you can say. You can feel the lace brushing your nipples, the stimulation making you unable to sit still.

You can feel your face getting hot. You’re not even naked. But these men, they’re looking at you with carnal intensity and it makes you feel shy. And wanted. And desired.

“You always like it when I bounce your tits like this, baby. Why, shy now?” Chan continues to tease, feeling rather powerful with how you let him touch you like this infront of his members.

He stops bouncing your tits, feeling like he’s tortured you enough. But just as he’s about to unbuckle your bra, you stop him.

And it clearly alarms Chan because you could be feeling uncomfortable. But that’s not the case at all.

“Just need to tell you something,” you say, voice a little breathless. Chan hums, his hands resting on your waist as he waits.

“I have a little surprise for you. It’s better if I take off my bra this way,” you tell him, biting your lower lip. You slowly pull your bra up, aiming for another titty drop but you stop a while to make sure Chan and the boys can see your underboobs.

“Fuck, baby, is that-”

“Wait the fucking minute that’s a tattoo.” : Jisung

“She has a tattoo of Chan hyung’s name under her tits.” : Hyunjin

“Fuck, top 10 of the most hottest things I’ve seen in real life.” : Changbin

“- is that a tattoo of my fucking name? My real fucking name?” Chan asks, clearly mesmerised.

“It’s- it’s a temporary tattoo. Just- just wanted to surprise you. Do you like it?” you ask him, wanting to hear him say the words eventhough you can tell from the hardening dick underneath you that he definitely loves it.

“Chris,” Chan says, fingers softly gliding over the tattoo. “You even got it on both sides,” he adds, his gaze enough to let you know that he can’t wait to just lick and suck that spot.

“Really spoiling me, aren’t you, baby?” Chan chuckles, big hands pushing yours away so that he can do the honours of taking off your bra – fully this time.

And he does just that. Your tits are finally free from the confines of the lace bra, making you moan at the friction of having the lace brush your nipples, body shaking a little at the stimulation.

“Whoa fuck,” Jisung exclaims, clearly amazed at how sensitive you are.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, baby. With my name tattooed on your tits, mmm let me look at it again,” Chan says, gently pushing your tits up so he can see.

“The best gift ever, angel. You’re mine, it’s tattooed on your fucking skin now,” he whispers in your ear. He knows that the tattoo isn’t permanent but it’s still so hot.

Changbin is going crazy. He definitely has a boner and is dying to see your tits being touched and played with.

Hyunjin isn’t any better. He has a pillow on his lap now because there’s no way he’s gonna let anyone see him get a boner from tits.

And Jisung? Oh this man is shameless. He has his eyes on your tits, hard-on be damned. So what if people see? There’s a pretty girl sitting on his leader’s lap with squishy fucking tits and fake tattoo on her underboobs. He’d be lucky if he doesn’t cum in his pants.

What quite startles everyone is how Chan just goes for it. He buries his face in between your tits and then pulls his head back, only to bury them again on your right boob.

He’s licking, tongue moving along the tattoo, his spit messy there. He then starts biting, teeth digging into your sensitive skin, leaving marks, red and angry.

You can only sit there and moan. Eyes closed, too engrossed in pleasure. It’s been so long. So long since your boyfriend sucked on your tits like this. You want to savour it. Oh, you want him to taste you this way forever.

“Fuck, just look at her enjoying this,” Changbin says.

“Oh, Chris- Chris, fuck, ngh baby,” you moan without care, hands gripping Chan’s hair, feeling yourself getting wet at how good Chan’s treating you.

“Shiny titties, so pretty,” Jisung comments, moving himself to the front to be a bit closer and witness the beauty of your tits being bitten and sucked on.

“Not sure who loves this more, fucking hell. Chan hyung, remember to breathe,” Hyunjin chuckles, but his eyes are trained on how your tits jiggle everytime Chan lets go of your tits after a rough sucking session.

Chan is in love. Your tits. In his mouth. Nipples on his tongue. Tattoo pretty on your skin.

His. His. His.

He moves to your left boob, giving it the same treatment he gave to the right one. Oh, his pretty angel. You’re all he can think about.

You can’t stop squirming. It all feels so good. Your man is marking you in front of his friends without a care in the world. The man who is considerate and reminds you to stay quiet so that his members don’t have to suffer when you scream his name as he fills you up with his cum is now showing you off to his friends.

“Chris, Chris, feel so good, Chris. Oh fuck,” you moan again, and with a particularly harsh suck on your nipple, Chan lets you tit go. You’re breathing heavily, too fucked out just from having your tits played with.

“See how pretty she is? Look at her tits. My name’s on them,” Chan says proudly, making the boys groan.

“She’s really sensitive, huh? I don’t think she realises how loud she is,” Hyunjin chuckles, loving how needy you look right now.

“You’re really loud, y/n. I won’t mind hearing it anytime though, just so you know,” Jisung adds with a wink.

You whine at their teases, hiding your face in the crook of Chan’s neck while he laughs along with the boys. Chan lets you hide there, thinking that it’s more appropriate when you’re all shy like this to do what he’s about to do.

“See these pretty nipples?” he starts, circling your nipples with his thumbs, making you whimper. “If you suck on them hard enough, she’ll cum. But I like to tease her. I like it when she squirms and looks at me with watery eyes.”

You listen intently, loving how your boyfriend’s talking about you like this when you’re on his lap, tits exposed.

“And if you pinch her tits when you have your cock in her, she’ll automatically thrust her hips up and clench around your cock so good,” Chan adds, pinching your nipples and your reaction is just as how he described it, minus the part of when your pussy clenches because now it’s clenching around nothing.

“Chris,” you whine, feeling so shy at his words.

“She likes it when you spit on her tits. Likes it messy. She’s one messy angel,” Chan laughs, gathering his spit and letting it drip onto your nipples. His saliva glides over your underboob, going over the tattoo and it makes Chris chuckle in delight.

“Fuck, you get to suck on this every day? Lucky asshole,” Changbin groans, the image of his leader getting to taste you like this makes him feel so left out. You have two beautiful titties, wouldn’t hurt to share one with him, no?

“Chan hyung’s spit is making the tattoo look glossy and pretty, fuck, fuck, someone do something about this,” Jisung practically exclaims. Oh he can imagine how soft you’ll feel if he gets to just glide his tongue over that sinful tattoo, imagining it’s his name instead.

Chan kisses your shoulder, reminding you how he’s still there with you despite the dirty scenario you’re currently in. You hum in response, already in a dream-like state after having your sensitive tits abused by your boyfriend infront of three other hungry boys.

“Glossy and pretty, huh?” Chan repeats to himself. “Baby, wait here with the boys, hmm? I gotta go get something,” he announces, softly picking you up and placing you back down on the sofa. He gives you a little kiss when you whine, shy of being left like this without him.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” he says, jogging his way to the kitchen.

So you’re left here, with three horny men who are definitely curious of how your tits would feel in their hands and mouths.

“Do you really let Chan hyung play with you anytime and anywhere?” Jisung blurts out, looking at you then at zeroing his sight on your tits.

You nod a little as confirmation, making the boys mutter some curses under their breaths.

“Did you feel like cumming just now? Just from your tits being played with?” Changbin asks.

Another nod.

“Wow, Chan hyung’s a lucky bastard isn’t he?” Hyunjin chuckles before continuing, “lucky guy getting a nice girl with pretty tits and what definitely a pretty cunt too, huh?” he adds and you whine at his words.

“Channie,” you call him, wanting to mask the embarrassment of having the boys talk about you this way.

And just on time, Chan appears. With a small boxed milk in his hands.

“Wow, hyung, got thirsty?” Jisung asks, puzzled. He left this beautiful creature with the prettiest pair of tits he’s ever seen in his life, to get… milk?

Why would he do that?

What an absurd thing to do!

Leaving a wanting, needy girl on the sofa with three horny men to get milk-

Oh. OH.

Jisung gets it now, and he shows it by dropping his jaw at Chan, to which Chan replies with a smirk.

Hyunjin and Changbin look at each other, not getting it at first but then it slowly drills into their brains.

“Fuck yeah,” the three boys say in unison, leaving you all alone and confused.

“Chris, ah, ah, cold, s’cold, fuck.”

You did not expect this at all. When Chan came with that boxed milk, you only thought to yourself, “Aww how cute. Such a small beverage in his big hands. Feeling a little thirsty too, I should ask him for some.”

But no. No, no, no. What’s happening right now is far from your innocent thoughts.

Here you are, sitting on Chan’s lap while Changbin, Hyunjin and Jisung take turns squirting the milk onto your tits. They take turns pumping the box a little, the pressure pushing the milk out of the straw, onto your tits, and Chan is the loyal drinker, lapping every drip of milk.

“Angel, such a good angel giving me milk, hmm?” Chan would say in between sucks, his tongue lapping so greedily, lips sucking and practically making out with your nipples, alternating between your two boobs, depending on which one the three boys decide to spurt the milk on.

“Fuck, fuck, where can I find a milf with milky tits?” Jisung curses under his breath, watching how Chan never fails to catch every drop of milk dripping from your tits.

“Never thought this could be so fucking hot, fuck, Hyunjin, get the fuck out, my turn,” Changbin gruffs.

“Okay, okay, jeez. Just try to aim on the side, let the milk reach the tattoo before Chan hyung greedily slurps it all up, I wanna see from below,” Hyunjin says, handing the milk to Changbin and running to the side to watch.

Chan, who heard the commotion, lets Changbin pour the milk over on the side of your boobs as he pushes your tits up a little to ease the process.

“There we go, white and black really goes well together, huh, baby?” Chan says, admiring how the milk is glossing over the tattoo of his name, making him growl at the sight.

You’re breathing really heavily, your nipples puffy and your tits sticky from milk and his saliva. He loves it when you get all dumb just from him playing with your tits.

“Channie,” you call out for him, not even knowing why, only thinking about him sucking more milk from your tits. He looks so hungry. He should be drinking more, right? And make you cum too. Just a little more. If he sucks you a little more you’ll cum.

“Awww, baby, you’re thinking out loud. My angel wants me to suck her milk and make her cum? Yeah? Want that?” Chan coos and the boys can only watch in envy.

“Let’s do it then,” is all he adds before he continues to suck, fingers busy twirling the nipple that’s not in his mouth.

You’re squirming, you can’t stay still. You can feel Changbin and Jisung near you, silently passing the milk to each other as they spurt more and more milk from the box, aiming a bit haywire, some even spills onto Chan’s hair. But you love it.

You love how greedy Chan is. He’s really showing off how hungry he is for you. And how much he loves your tits that he’d suck on it for hours even if it means his dick stays in his pants.

“Oh my God, Chris, Chris, I’m- please,” you moan, feeling yourself getting nearer. In all honesty, you could’ve cum earlier but you like holding it in. especially when you have your boyfriend in the mood of using your tits like this.

“Go ahead, y/n. Pretty sure Chan hyung is too occupied to tell you it’s okay to cum. Go ahead and cum from your tits being toyed with, pretty girl,” Hyunjin says and on that exact moment, Chan gives your nipple a particularly hard suck with a little bit of teeth- just how you like it. And his finger gives your other nipple a harsh pinch, making you tremble.

You feel like you’re floating. Your tits are sore and you feel sticky but you’re so fucking satsified. You came so hard, oh you can feel your cum seeping through your jeans.

“There you go, angel. Good, angel, so good for me,” Chan praises you, kissing your lips, giving your tits soft rubs.

He chuckles when he realises Jisung is still pumping the milk out of the box, eyes fixated on your sticky skin.

“You know what? Hyunjin, come here. Put your head under her tits and catch all the milk dripping from her nipples. It’s making her jeans wet,” Chan offers, earning hushed angry noises from the other too. “A treat for the one who helped tell y/n that it’s okay to cum. She deserves it,” Chan adds, chuckling at how Jisung and Changbin are practically huffing like a kid not getting their candy.

And so Hyunjin does just that. He puts his head on your lap, the position is definitely breaking his back but fuck, he would do anything to drink milk – although indirectly – from your tits.

“Fucking unfair,” Changbin says, watching intently at how Hyunjin’s adam’s apple bobs everytime he swallows the milk droplets.

“Why do I still find this hot?” Jisung asks himself, still being the loyal milk-giver.

Chan is busy sucking faces with you now, letting you taste the milk on his tongue. You don’t have any words left in you, only left with whimpers and purrs.

You can’t believe how Chan basically just defiled you in front of the boys. And you can’t believe that you love it so much.

“I love you so much, angel,” Chan whispers, lips only inches away from yours. You give him a small smile, mouthing the words but not being able to say it out loud. Your mind is filled with the scenes of Chan ravishing your tits and drinking the milk – oh you’re so glad he has the week off.

Chan watches how greedy Hyunjin is, mouth wide open, catching all the milk that's dripping from your tits. And he doesn't blame the guy. You're all pretty, breathless and so, so, so pliant, letting them play with you. No one would pass up the opportunity to be a part of the lewd activities that are going on.

Chan continues to massage your tits, now marking your neck with hickeys, needing to show off how he's the only one ever getting to do such things to you. The only one you'll ever let do such things to you.

But he's not that mean, now, is he? He leaves your marked neck for a while, looking over at Changbin and Jisung. Hyunjin gets to have a little fun, they should too, right?

"You can poke her tits with the straw and the box. Just no touching, got it?" he tells the two, who fights over a little on who gets to use the straw and who gets to use the box.

"Fuck you, Changbin hyung," Jisung mutters under his breath, making you giggle. They were fighting over the straw because they both want to be able to do a makeshift clamp from it. Changbin used his "I've had to endure jerking off to the thought of them fucking for longer than you have" card, and it makes you giggle while Chan softly punches his side.

But your giggling stops the moment Changbin somehow manages to twist the straw and clamps your left nipple, earning a loud moan from you. The ridges on the straw makes it so much better, making you wetter with how all four men are now watching you.

"Fuck, she's so hot," Hyunjin says, his lips slick with milk. He's about to say something again but this time, Jisung decides to dump all the milk from the box onto your tits, making Hyunjin scramble to drink it again.

"Oops, I have shitty aim, it seems," Jisung says, chuckling. He purposely places the bottom of the milk box, squishing it onto your right nipple while the little box hole drips milk onto your now very, very wet jeans.

Milk is pooling on your crotch and instead of being mad, Chan uses his fingers to rub the liquid, making it seep through your jeans a little.

"Promise I'll clean you up later," he says, knowing that this isn't the most hygenic. But he's not fucking the milk into you, so it's nothing dangerous.

You can only moan now, back arching, making all the boys groan at the sight, your tits jiggling more everytime Chan presses his fingers on your clothed cunt.

Hyunjin is now just sitting on the floor, mesmerized with how great you look. So obedient, letting your boyfriend do anything he wants. Chan is busy making you suck on his milk-covered fingers, Changbin's still actively twisting your nipple between his makeshift clamp straw while Jisung is pouring the very little milk remaining and sometimes he would just lightly tap the box onto your tits, making you whimper.

You're so beautiful like this. Hyunjin wishes he could suck on your pretty tits but that's a plan for next time. Today, he and his fellow devil brothers are content with witnessing you this way.

Wet.

Even your crotch area is wet and he really wishes he could just unzip your jeans while Chan gives you a real man's milk... oh how he wishes.

On the other hand, Chan is feeling his self control crumble. It's the first time he's ever shared you this way and although he loves it, he would also like to have you to himself for a while.

Feeling a little possessive, Chan pushes Changbin's and Jisung's hand away. Hyunjin chuckles when he realizes that their leader has had enough of sharing his pretty girlfriend for the day.

“Okay, that’s enough. I’ve proven you guys wrong, so excuse me while I bring my girlfriend into my room,” Chan announces, easily picking you up in his arms. “Time to give you my milk, hmm?” he whispers to you, earning a whine from you and some protests from the three boys who obviously heard.

Theory: Y/n has really sensitive tits [APPROVED]

Theory: Chan hyung is an old, innocent, prude. [DISPROVED, THE BOYS WILL NOT STOP TEASING TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN AGAIN]

birthday party. (m)

pairing: yuta x afab!reader x hyuck

words: 4.6k+

summary: if he’s being honest, the only reason yuta can’t get close to donghyuck is because he wants to fuck his girlfriend.

genre: smut

warnings: threesome, yuta and haechan are mean, reader is fucked stupid, butt plugs, vibrators, mention of dildos, a little dubcon, anal, face fucking, squirting, major degradation, double penetration, creampies

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rose quartz | h.js

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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: cum play/eating + spit kink ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: friends with benefits!au, smut ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: oral (f receiving), spitting, cum play/eating, intercourse (contraception: yes, condom: no), creampie, spitballing (sort of?), light choking, both reader and hanji are needy idiots.  ᴡᴄ: 1.6k ᴀ/ɴ: number 20 on the list but the first instalment to get posted. i hope you guys like it! as always, reblogs and asks with commentary are appreciated; nothing fuels my motivation more. i’d love to hear your thoughts! © linoguistics reposts, translations and modifications are not allowed. masterlist | ask box | up all night m.list

Even at this late hour the summer heat is stifling. 

There’s a light sheen of sweat coating Jisung’s bare chest. Your clothes lie discarded on the floor, yellow sundress made way for the languorous roll of his hips into yours. 

You’ve lost track of time, unsure of how many minutes have passed since you undressed each other—thirty minutes, an hour, two hours?—mind hazy while Jisung alternates his slow, deep strokes with the heat of his mouth pressed against your feverish skin.

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early hours (j.yh)

summary: you run into him in the hallway of the hotel, it's late and you're exhausted from the concert, but he thinks you should grab a drink and you can't help but agree

prompt: Hi! Sooo it might gonna be a little similar to into the aurora, but I kinda let my mind wander about what would it be like (probably really really lucky) to bump into yunho after a concert (like you know as a fan) and eventually have a one night stand with him..

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // i hope this is what you were looking for!! honestly it got away from me there in the middle, i'm just also very in love with this man. i hope you enjoy!! <3

warnings: idol!yunho, fem!reader, one night stand, slight injury and brief description of a bloody cut, oral (f receiving), protected sex, semi rough sex, free use kink, praise, *slight* brattiness / teasing, size kink, use of the pet name 'tiny', big dick yunho. please let me know if I missed any.

pairings: yunho x reader

genre: idol x non idol, self insert, smut-a-thon with some fluff

word count: 8.8K

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Everything about your night feels absolutely electric, the feeling of the music still buzzing in your skin, your legs exhausted from standing, your hands numb from clapping. Now, laying in your hotel room after the show on top of the

 comforter, you replay the little moments in your mind. It was lucky you were able to go, a ticket given to you from a friend who could not longer make it, a VIP seat almost at the barricade. It had been perfect, it didn’t even matter that you went alone.

Flipping over onto your stomach, you pull your phone back out and scroll through the videos you were able to take during the show – every second of footage shockingly good quality. They’re handsome, of course, but the power in their dancing and the magnetic charisma of each and every one of them is overwhelming, the videos paling in comparison to the feeling of being mere feet from the stage’s edge.

Glancing at the clock, you see that it’s already twelve-thirty in the morning. You have a bit of a long drive to make in the morning, especially if you’re going to make it back to your apartment to get some work done, and you really should get to sleep. If you didn’t start winding down now, you never would.

Despite your sore muscles, you drag yourself off the bed and into a warm shower, washing off the show and trying to relax. You keep your hair dry, already freshly washed and dried that morning, but take your time removing your makeup and refreshing your skin before you get dressed for bed. You’re tucked in already, cozy in your gray sweats and oversized black hoodie, when you realize how hoarse your voice feels after the show.

There’s nothing in the mini-fridge and no little bottles of courtesy water left on the dresser, so you’re stuck with tepid tap water. With a sigh, you pull on a pair of fluffy socks, pick up the small empty ice bucket, grab your room key, and head out into the hall. It’s late, and the hotel is quiet around you, everyone in their respective rooms fast asleep.

The ice machine is around the corner, down the hall, and set back in an enclave next to a vending machine. You fill your bucket up, stifling a wide yawn, before shaking off the sleepy feeling and closing the lid of the ice dispenser. Turning on your heel, you turn the corner and collide directly into a chest.

The man was walking at a good clip, turning the corner himself, so you rock back on unsteady footing, tripping backwards and colliding with the floor hard. The ice bucket in your hand slips, and the sharp metal edge of the lip of the bucket cuts across your palm, flaring a sharp line of pain in your hand.

“I’m so sorry!” the man exclaims, immediately reaching down for you.

“It’s okay,” you shake your head, brushing off some wayward cubes of ice that landed on you, “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

When you look up your breath catches in your throat.

“Still,” the man says, crouching at your side and softly gripping under your forearms to help you to your feet, “I was too busy looking at my phone. Are you okay?”

“Uh,” you fish in your brain for anything to say, “yes, yeah, I’m fine.”

Now on your feet, you realize just how tall he is, especially standing so close. His eyes are kind, soft and brown, an embarrassed blush across his cheeks, and he keeps his hands resting on your arms as he looks down at you.

“I really am sorry,” he says again.

The shock of recognizing him is wearing off and you take a small step back, waving him off, “I promise, it’s fine. Thank you for your help though,”

His eyes widen suddenly and he reaches for you, taking your hand in his and turning it over in his wide palm, “Your hand!”

Across the heel of your hand, a deep cut runs across the fleshy base of your thumb where the sharp edge of the ice bucket dragged across it. Blood wells over, smeared across your skin where you skidded on the floor when you fell. Looking at it now, you can feel it, a slow throb of pain radiating out.  

“Oh,” you manage, grimacing.

“Now, I’m really sorry,” he says, and when you glance up at him you can see how red his ears have gone.

“I think it looks worse than it is,” you pull your hand back and smile, “you don’t need to worry.”

His eyebrows are knit together in concern and as you lean down to pick up the discarded ice bucket, he glances down the empty hall, and then back to you. “Let me do that,” he drops down, gathering the ice that has scattered on the hotel floor and dropping it into his own empty bucket to discard.

You rock back on your heels and watch him as he fusses around you, clearly embarrassed, and you take the moment to look him over. He’s much more handsome up close, but without the makeup and styled hair, he looks so real.

“I’m y/n, by the way,” you say.

He looks up, meeting your eyes again and smiles, “I’m Yunho,”

“I know,” you say, and now you know you’re blushing yourself.

“Oh,” he helps you to your feet again, “you’re a fan?”

“Kind of,” again, you wish for nothing more than a filter over your mouth.

His eyes widen a bit as he takes in your words, “Kind of a fan,”

“Sorry,” you shake your head, “my friend gave me her ticket, I only knew some of your songs before, but the show was amazing. I’m a fan now,”

He grins, “Oh, well that’s nice, thank you.”

There’s a bit of a pause between you, and you know it’s time to let him off the hook. You should go back to your room and figure out the cut on your hand and go back to your original plan of going to sleep. You should let him get back to his room and whatever his plans were for the evening. You should.

“Well, I should let you go,” you take a step away, and his hand leaves your elbow, “but it was nice to meet you, and really, the show was incredible.”

You start to step away, but he stops you, “Wait, wait,” Yunho steps in front of you, blocking your path back up the hall, “at least let me take care of your hand, I feel terrible.”

“Oh, no I think it’s honestly fine,” you smile, “like I said, it looks worse than it is.”

“You have a first aid kit in your room?” He asks, and something in his expression tells you that he already knows you don’t.

“Not exactly,”

“Then let me patch you up,” his smile is warm and inviting, everything about his presence easy and comfortable, “it’s the least I can do.”

“You travel with a first aid kit?” You raise an eyebrow, but let him take your hand again so he can take a look at the cut.

“No,” he shakes his head, “but our managers do,”

“Fine,” you concede, “I guess it can’t hurt.”

“Good,” he nods and gestures with his arm for you to follow, “my room’s just down here.”

A flutter of anxiety washes through you, the idea of being in his room strange and sudden. You had been minutes from sleep not that long ago, and now here you are walking into Jeong Yunho’s hotel room. It feels a little like a dream, but think that at least in a dream you wouldn’t have embarrassed yourself in front of him and cut open your hand, you would have said something cool and flirty, so definitely this is just reality.

He opens the door with a keycard and holds the door open for you, “Come on in,”

You thought he would have a roommate or at least a manager in the room, but when you step over the threshold and the heavy hotel door shuts behind you, you realize that his room is just like yours, empty with one queen sized bed and clothes and travel supplies littered around.

“Obviously I didn’t think I’d have company,” he jogs across the room and grabs the clothes up off the floor, tossing them into an open suitcase and flipping it shut. He sweeps away some wrappers off the counter top too and pushes them into a waiting wastebasket.

“Oh, it’s fine,” you laugh, “you haven’t seen my room.”

It’s cute how nervous he seems to be, and when he’s done clearing away the clutter he rubs a hand across the back of his neck. He looks up, and realizes that you’re still standing in the entryway. “Sorry, here, take a seat and I’ll get the first aid kit.”

He physically steers you into the room and back towards the edge of the bed. He ducks into the bathroom, and you hear him shuffle around, clearly digging through items, before he comes back with a handful of supplies. “This should be good,”

“I appreciate this, by the way,” you tell him, “I’m sure that you’re exhausted after the show.”

 He sits next to you on the edge of the bed and drops the first aid items between you, before taking your injured hand back into his and sweeping a warm wet washcloth across your skin. “Honestly, after a show I can never sleep.”

“Really?”

“I’m always too keyed up,” he shrugs, carefully wiping away the blood away from your hand, staining the washcloth pink, “it’s such a rush of energy and then suddenly nothing,”

“They have a word for that,” you say, hissing slightly when he presses a little too hard across the cut itself.

He lifts the cloth and looks up from his work to your eyes, “Sorry, sorry,”

“I’m good,” you assure him.

He nods and more carefully sweeps the cloth over your skin, “You were saying?”

“Oh,” you run back through the thoughts, the conversation from a moment ago, “Oh! Yes, that feeling, they call it post concert depression.”

“That’s accurate.” He says, pointedly.

“Everything and then nothing,” you nod, “it must be overwhelming for you.”

He shrugs, but you can see he’s nodding too, and as he squeezes out a bit of ointment to apply to your hand he says, “It can be. You go from thousands of fans telling you they love you to your own thoughts alone in a hotel room within an hour. Nothing can really prepare you for how that feels.”

“I’m sure,” you murmur. With a glance around the room you realize how empty it must be, on tour with no one but your crew and group mates, far from home in strange places, sometimes with a heavy language barrier. The words leave you before you can catch them, “It seems kind of lonely,”

His fingers still and he looks up to you, “Sometimes,”

This close, he really is just a boy. Your stomach flip flops and you lean back a bit, blush heating your cheeks again. You can’t quite stop thinking about his beautiful mouth.

You can almost touch the pause between you, the silence stretching out and enveloping you both, but he clears his throat softly and looks back down to your hand, “I think you were right, it’s really not too bad.”

“I thought so,”

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” He asks, peeling open a bandaid.

“Not too much,” you shake your head.

He turns your hand over in his, the back of your knuckles resting in his palm, and you realize just how large his are and how small yours looks held in his. “Did you come to the show with someone?” he asks suddenly.

“No,” you shift, angling towards him a bit more to make the position more comfortable, “I came by myself, my friend only had the one ticket.”

              He hums in acknowledgement and pauses briefly before he says, “Did you travel far? By yourself?”

You catch his eyes, your eyebrows raised, “Not too far, and yes. It’s only a three hour drive, I just didn’t want to drive back so late in case I was tired.”

Yunho nods, and refocuses on his task to apply two large bandaids over the cut, his long fingers smoothing out the edges of the adhesive tightly over your skin. He examines his work carefully to make sure it fits comfortably over your hand and murmurs, “There we go,”

You pull your hand back, flexing your fingers and testing out the feeling, “That’s perfect, thank you so much.”

“It was my fault you got hurt anyways,” he smiles, “I’m just glad it wasn’t too bad and I could help.”

You’re pretty sure you should get up and leave, but his smile is kind and warm and you can’t quite make your legs move. His eyes flick over you, his fingertips lingering on your injured hand, and when his ears flush red again he stands and clears his throat, “Well,”

“I should get back to my room,” you interrupt, jumping up and pulling down the sleeves of your hoodie, “but thank you so much.”

He steps back and towards the door, pulling it open and holding out an arm to let you pass through it into the hallway. When he follows you out into the hall and shuts the door he says, “Let me walk you back to your room, it’s late.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you tell him, but you smile up at him anyways.

 “I want to,” he assures you.

There’s a pause, and you remember yourself, “Oh, right! It’s this way,” you wave him to follow you and start down the hallway back towards the ice machine, walking in step with each other slowly.

“So,” he glances down at you, “what do you do?”

“I’m a student,” you tell him, “in graduate school.”

“Oh,” he nods, “that’s impressive.”

You shrug, “I wouldn’t say that,”

“I would,” he shakes his head, “I was never very good at staying attentive during school let alone doing post grad. I had too much energy,”

“It makes sense you’re a dancer then,” you note, and with every sidelong glance up at him your stomach flutters. He isn’t flirting with you, he’s just being kind, but he’s still just as charming and it makes you wish for just a little more time with him.

“Mm,” he nods, “I have to be moving, I can’t help it.”

You’ve noticed that already, in the short time you’ve spent together. Even after the long show it seems like he is overflowing with energy. His leg bouncing, his fingers dancing, something unconscious vibrating under his skin.

Now that you’ve turned the corner on the hotel floor, you can see your door just ahead and you wish there was just a little more hallway. “Do you leave soon?” You ask him.

“Tomorrow afternoon,” he nods, “you?”

“Sometime in the morning, I think. I have some work to get done tomorrow and shouldn’t leave too late,”

As you approach your door, you slow your steps and he realizes you must be at your room. “This is me,” you gesture towards the door and turn to face him, “thank you for everything.”

He waves your thanks off and smiles, “It’s really the least I could do,” he says again.

“It really was nice to meet you,” you tell him honestly, “I’m just sorry I ran right into you to do it.”

“Oh, I’m not,” he says, and then you watch his expression shift as he backtracks, “well, I’m sorry I knocked you over, but I’m not sorry I met such a pretty girl.”

Heat flushes your face instantly at his words and you glance down, fighting a smile.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he clears his throat and shifts from foot to foot, “I’m sorry, it’s late and I’m clearly making a bit of a fool of myself.”

 You laugh immediately, looking back up to him, “Hardly. You’re actually very charming, it’s kind of annoying.”

He laughs, covering his mouth with one hand and taking a step away, “I’m annoying you, am I?”

“No, I just meant,” you sigh, covering your face with your hands, “I really just don’t think before I speak, I swear.”

“y/n,” your name on his lips sends a chill through you and you look up at him, “Don’t be embarrassed, I like it.”

“You like me calling you annoying?”

Something passes over his face at your words, a shift, and he says, “I do, it’s cute.”

Your stomach clenches, the conversation drifting into a new space you feel wholly unprepared for. You cross your arms, tucking your hands away and looking up to him, “You’re not what I expected,”

“No?” He grins, leaning on the wall next to your door.

“You don’t seem like an idol,” you explain.

He shrugs, “We are just people,”

“I’m getting that,” you say honestly. At a beat between you, you sigh, “How late is it?”

He pulls his cellphone out of his sweat pants pocket and checks the time before quickly returning it, “Almost two,”

You sigh, nodding and reach into your pocket for your keycard, “It’s late… I should go,”

He nods and watches as you swipe your card over the door lock and prop open the heavy door. Something is stalling you, pulling you back into the hall, but he makes the leap for you. He reaches out and gently touches your forearm, “Maybe I’m feeling bold because it’s so late,” he says and you look back to him, “but I’ve enjoyed talking to you, if you’re not too tired maybe we could have a drink or something?”

“You want to have a drink with me?” You can’t help the look of shock that crosses your face.      “Well, yes,” his hand rests more comfortably on your forearm now, his thumb stroking your skin softly, just once, “if you want to.”

You shift back towards him, the door closing behind you now that you’re no longer propping it open, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he nods.

“Do you want to have a drink with me because you want to have a drink with me, or because you don’t want to be alone after the show?”

His eyes flick away, and you can see him think before he looks up and says, “Can it be both?”

His honesty makes this easier, knowing that he wasn’t feeding you a line just to be a flirt or trick you into something. You smile, “Yeah,”

“What about you?” He asks, taking a step towards you and closing the space between you, “If you say yes is it because you want to have a drink with me, or because you’re alone in a strange hotel room?”

He has a warm, flirtatious smile on his lips, and you’re suddenly extremely aware of the proximity between you both and between you and the door behind you. “Both,” you answer. It’s entirely possible you’re reading into things, but it’s also entirely possible Yunho is making a move and this night might end with him inside you. Warmth curls in your belly at the thought.

“So, what do you say?” He shifts a little closer, and you press a hand to the center of his chest to keep him where he is.

“Let’s have a drink.” You agree, “But I don’t have anything inside.”

He steps away and thinks a moment, “Give me ten minutes and I’ll come back,”

“You’re not going to disappear on me, are you?” You tease with a sly smile.

“Definitely not,” he squeeze your arm softly before he drops it, “I’ll be right back.”

 He steps back and you move to open your door again. His eyes flick up to the number on your hotel room door and you watch him silently repeat the number to himself and commit it to memory. He tells you he’ll see you soon, and you watch him jog down the hallway in the direction of his room.

Once he disappears and you slip back into your own room things feel suddenly incredibly surreal. Meeting him like this felt like meeting anyone, bumping into a stranger and making a connection just like you would at a bar. The ten minutes between your door closing and Yunho knocking is fast, and you spend it picking up your space and cleaning up the bedding, quickly brushing your teeth, fluffing your hair and discarding the oversized sweatshirt.

His soft knock on your door has you jumping out of your skin, but you pull the door open and can’t help but laugh. He’s holding up a six pack of obviously cold light beers, and two bottles of soju, an incredibly cheeky grin on his face. He’s a flirt, then.

“Come in,” you wave him in, and he crosses by you to set the drinks on the desk and turn back to you. It doesn’t escape your notice that his eyes flick over you, your body more on display in a fitted tank top now that your sweatshirt was off.

“I’m not sure what you like,” he pulls a beer from the sleeve and holds it out to you, “but this is pretty light,”

“It’s fine,” you tell him, popping the top off the beer and discarding the twist off in the trash, “where did you get this anyways? It’s two in the morning.”

“The downstairs bar is open until three,” he explains.

“Ah,” you take a swig of the beer and watch him follow suit. It’s easier to watch him now that you both have acknowledged the heat between you, and you find yourself appreciating a lot of little things. His hands are large, making the bottle in his grip seem smaller. You find yourself staring at the soft edge of his jaw when he tips his head back for a drink, and noticing the broad set of his shoulders when he stands at his full height.

Yunho takes a few more sips of his drink, and once he’s had about a third of his beer, he reaches for a bottle of soju to mix in a shot. You hop up from your perch on the dresser and reach out to him, “Oh, wait, let me.”

His brow is a little furrowed, but he hands the unopened bottle of soju to you. “Okay?”

“I’m not a very seasoned drinker,” you explain, “but I do have a party trick or two. I think everyone should,”

With practiced hands you flip the bottle quickly, the alcohol inside spinning quickly into a whirlwind. Taking the neck of the bottle in one hand, you tap your opposite elbow firmly on the base of the bottle before twisting it cleanly around in your hands, all the while untwisting the cap. You present the open bottle with a flourish, the soju still whirling inside, and take a small playful bow. He’s grinning, and he claps at the trick, “That’s expertise,” he says.

“In opening bottles, maybe,” you pass it over to him so he can add his shot, and then add one to your bottle too, “in drinking, not so much.”

“Me either,” he confesses, “a drink here or there, but I’m not really one to overdo it.”

“You’re probably too busy,” you take a drink, and sidle closer to where he sits on the edge of the hotel room’s desk.

He shrugs, “it’s that, but also it makes your body feel terrible. If I don’t have a clear head it shows up on stage.”

“That makes sense,”

“Yeah,” he takes another drink, but you can see he’s already slowing down, “we have to be very conscious about our health, so drinking occasionally is fine but I don’t normally do it.”

“But you wanted to drink with me?” You ask, turning towards him more fully.

He smiles, “I thought it might be weird if I asked you to just keep talking in your room at two in the morning. Drinks are a good excuse,”

His honesty strikes you again, “I think I still would have said yes.”

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow.

You nod, taking another drink, and say, “Maybe I’m reading this wrong, but I don’t think you’re here just to talk, right?”

Yunho is quiet, his eyes flicking over you, “You’re very direct.”

“I’ve been told,” you smile, shrugging.

“I like direct,” he clarifies.

“Yunho,” you murmur, and you watch his eyes flicker at the sound of his name, “what do you want?”

He swallows, takes another drink, and swallows again, his throat tight, “If you’re saying yes, then I’d like to fuck you.”

The bottle in your hand slips a little and you grip down on it to keep it from falling, Yunho watches and smiles at your reaction. It cannot be overstated that this is not how you thought the night was going to go.

“Yes,” you decide not to think.

His hands are on you in a moment, one braced on your hip and the other cupping the back of your neck so he can drag you forwards along the desk and crash his mouth into yours. You like direct too.

“Fuck,” he curses softly when he breaks the kiss, “I’m sorry, I was going to be cooler about this, but you’re very cute.”

You hum a laugh against his mouth, feeling his smile, and shake your head a little when you break away, “I really don’t think we have to pretend if it’s just tonight,”

“Yeah?”

“Be yourself,” you kiss him again, “I’ll be myself. It’s only one night, so why be nervous the whole time?”

“I like you,” he grins, “I’m really glad I met you,”

“Ran into me,” you tease him.

“Ran into you,” he nods, “now come here,” The way he kisses is fast, firm, and insistent, his tongue dipping into your mouth and running along yours, a huff of warm shared breath between you. His hands hold you perfectly, fingers applying perfect pleasure as he squeezes you and it sends a dizzy rush through your brain when you realize just how small you are in his grip.

When you shudder a moan against his mouth, heat pooling in your core, he pulls back and stands up. Moving in front of you, he hooks his fingers in the top of your sweats and yanks down, taking your underwear with them. You brace your hands on the desk to lift your hips up so he can pull them all the way off and toss them to the side.

“Arms up,” he says, soft and firm, when he starts to pull your shirt over your head, and you comply immediately.

You can see the outline of his hard cock through his own sweatpants, and your mouth goes dry at the sight. He takes a step back to regard you and smiles, reaching down and catching one of your feet in his hands, still wearing your fluffy, colorful socks. “These are too fucking cute,” he teases you, and you blush.

“Stop it,” you laugh.

“I don’t know,” he drags a hand up your calf, under the hook of your knee, the top of your thigh, “Maybe you should leave them on, they’re kind of hilarious.”

“I clearly wasn’t expecting to get laid,” you start to say, but when his fingers dip down and brush your inner thigh, mere inches from your core, you gasp a breathy inhale.

“Still cute,” he smirks, and before you can retort he’s on his knees.

Looking down at him sends a rush of instant heat through you, and you barely register the fact that he’s slipped your socks off now and tossed them aside, leaving you fully naked and exposed to his gaze. His hands grip your backside and drag you forward on the desk, lining your hips up perfectly with the edge, and he pushes your thighs open to move forwards between them.

He’s moving fast, rocketing past teasing kisses and harmless groping, but you don’t seem to care. There’s a time clock on the night, and you’re sure once he’s had his fill he’ll leave and move on with his tour and his life, but you’re oddly okay with it. He dips low, hooking your legs over his shoulders, “Lay back,” he instructs.

You ease back on the desk, still staying propped up on your forearms so you can look down between your legs and see the dark mop of his hair, but providing him the access that he needs. He presses close to the apex of your thighs but doesn’t quite touch you, softly he blows a stream of cool air over your exposed clit and you jolt. “You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen,”

His words make you arch your back just slightly, involuntarily, and you let out a breathy moan, “Oh my god,”

“Do you want my mouth on you, pretty girl?” he asks, pressing wet kisses to your inner thighs.

An image of his mouth flashes in your brain, his plush bottom lip, his perfectly curved cupid’s bow. The way his tongue juts into his cheek when he’s teasing. You’re surprised at how easily you beg for him, “Please, please,”

He chuckles, bringing his arms under your thighs now and reaching around to brace your hips. His hands settle over your stomach and lower ribs, and he presses firmly down with his hands when he realizes you’re still propped up and not laying flat like he wants you. You drop back, letting your head rest against the hard desktop, the cool chill of the wood adding to the prickling sensation of goosebumps across your body.

“Say please again,” he tells you, and your words catch in your throat when he licks a firm stripe up your slit.

“P-please,” you shudder, and he listens.

He devours you, hungry for every drop of your slick arousal, and desperate to hear every little pant and moan you make when he focuses on sucking softly at your swollen clit. He dips his tongue inside you, hot and pulsing, and you groan, trying to rock your hips but finding that his hands are holding you exactly where he wants you.      

When he delivers a sharp suck, your brain whites out, “Fuck, fuck,” you’re reaching for something to grab, to hold, and you desperately grip one of his hands. He twists it, catching your hand in his much larger one, intertwining your fingers and keeping it pressed to your stomach as he works you.

“There you go,” he pants when you arch against his tongue, flicking your clit perfectly from side to side.

“Yunho,” his hands grip down on you when you say his name, and pleasure curls tight inside you, ready to burst. “Yunho, I can’t,”

He doesn’t respond, simply works his mouth against you faster, firmer, his nose bumping your clit. Your free hand laces into his hair, gripping tightly and he groans against your heat. Your hips are bucking softly, chasing the sensation, and he shifts the tempo of his tongue to match your needy thrusts and perfect the pace you need. It’s seconds before you’re about to fall over the edge, your thighs shaking and your legs tightening around him. You pant his name again, and he presses closer, the added pressure tipping you over into a tidal wave.

The sound that leaves your lips is desperate, a crying choke of pleasure as you arch back, legs locked tightly around him, and your hand slipping out of his hair to come down hard on the table and brace yourself there. When your moans turn to soft whimpers, he slows, lapping at you softly through your aftershocks and pressing kisses to your inner thighs.

“Oh my god, you’re good at that,” you manage, recovering your breath.

He leans back, untangling his hand from yours and gently unhooking your legs from his shoulders. He holds you up, since you had wriggled off the edge of the desk a bit and helps ease you up to a sitting position again. He looks overwhelmingly pleased with himself, a wet glisten of your arousal across his mouth and chin. His hair is mussed from where you grabbed it, his cheeks flushed pink, and you want nothing more than to tackle him and kiss him soundly.

Yunho stands to his full height and offers you a hand, “Let’s move somewhere more comfortable,”

“Yeah,” you nod, a little breathless still.

He steers you to the bed, tipping you backwards so you can collapse onto the mattress and you watch him as he undresses. He pulls the loose tour t-shirt over his head and you can’t help but admire him, watching him carefully as he moves to shuck off his sweats. He’s incredibly lean, taut sinewy muscles that jump with every flex of his hands or shift of his body. Bruises litter his shins and knees, and you catch more along his elbows and forearms, a collection you suspect is from how hard they dance.

When he drops his boxers, you can feel your eyebrows jump up and he laughs at your expression. “What?” he teases.

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes, “you know exactly what.”

He blushes, his ears running red, and he clears his throat a little awkwardly before moving forwards to kneel on the mattress between your open legs. He sweeps a broad hand up your thigh, kneading your skin softly and says, “You still good?”

He’s nervous, you realize. You suspect that in his past he’s had a few negative experiences given his expression, girls who maybe shied away or feigned some excuse to end things early. Despite his intimidating size though, you’ve never wanted anything more, and you can feel the low throb of your core return as you look at him.

“I’m still very good,” you assure him, reaching up a hand.            

His expression clears slightly, “Yeah?”

You change tactics, shifting up fully to a sitting position and reaching up to catch the back of his neck and pull him down, “Don’t be so full of yourself,” you tease him, hoping to lighten the tension, “I can take you just fine.”

He smirks, falling over you easily and holding himself suspended above you, “you think so?”

You really hope you can, but you double down, “Easy.”

The head of his cock connects with your entrance suddenly with a shift of his hips and you jerk, surprised at the sudden sensation, and he pushes forwards just enough to slip the head of him inside you, a hungry sly smile across his face now that he knows you’re back to playing. He pulls back when you gasp, a laugh on his lips and shakes his head, “You’re not ready yet.”

You want him so badly it makes you feel needy, a squirming urge to rock yourself against his cock until you come or until he fucks you into the floor, and you push him back with a hand on his shoulder just slightly so you can better meet his gaze, “Yes, I am,”

He smiles down at you, pleased with your bratty insistence, and shifts back up to kneel between your open legs again. He pulls you up by your hips, dragging your body into a better position, and for a moment you think he’s about to throw hesitation out the window and do it, but he doesn’t. He strokes himself with one hand as he looks down at you, and then lines your hips together, positioning you so he can let the hard straight length of his cock rest on top of your mound.

From here you can feel the hot length of him, from the base against your pubic bone to the tip that just covers your navel. Yunho squeezes your hips in his hands as he looks down at you, “You really think you’re ready for this, tiny?”

The nickname has your muscles clenching around nothing, your fingers tightening in the sheets, and a breathy groan slips out of your lips.

“Oh,” he smiles, “you like that, don’t you?”

Before this minute you didn’t, but here with him above you, proving with every inch of his body just how much larger he is than you? You want nothing more than to be caged in by him and used just the way he wants you. “Yes,” you manage, “please,”

“Please?” He chuckles, sliding back.

You nod, your hips jerking up and trying to catch some friction against your clit as he drags his cock back off you.

He shakes his head, “I’ve got to work you up to it, tiny.”

You want to respond, you want to say something teasing and clever, but the words die on your lips when he dives two of his long fingers inside you. He reaches the tender soft spot inside you easily, something that you could only hit just right with your favorite vibrator, but he catches it with ease and flicks his finger against it perfectly, his thumb landing on your clit to deliver punishing circles.

Your hips work against his hand, grinding down desperately for more pressure and he delivers it, picking up your needs immediately.

“Please,” you blink up, catching his eyes, “please fuck me,”

He shakes his head, “Only if you come again,”

“But,” you start to say, but a firm push of his hand and the addition of a third finger has you choking back a moan and arching into his hands.

“Are you close, pretty?” his low voice sparks pleasure up your body.

All you can do is whine a yes, nodding as you press your eyes shut and let the sensations roll over you. Heat flushes your chest, spreading a blush up your neck and face, and all you can hear is the wet sounds of his fingers working your sopping core. He hums softly in approval and it sends you over again, wrenching your body tight and up, your hips raised and bucking as you crest into your second orgasm.

Yunho’s wide palm comes down quickly over your lower stomach and he presses you down hard to force your hips back to the mattress and he continues pumping his fingers, holding you steady through your release. You barely register it when his fingers leave you, your head spotty and dazed, but you come back to yourself at the feeling of his cock nudging your clit.

“Wait, wait,” you’re panting, clearing your vision with furious blinks, “condom?”

“Shit,” he backs up immediately, “of course, I’m sorry,”

“It’s okay,” you shake your head, “I’m on birth control, we should just… we don’t really know each other,”

He hops off the bed, reaching down for his discarded sweatpants and searching through the pockets. “No, no,” he tears open the foil packet in his hands, “I have one, I just got a little carried away.”

“Perfect,” you sigh.

He rolls the condom over his length, checking the tip and smoothing down the base to fit snugly around him before tossing the empty packet back over the side of the bed and returning to his original position.

“Ready?” He presses the tip of his cock to your entrance again.

“Yeah,” you grip his shoulder, “yeah, I’m good.”

He nods, and seems focused. He takes one of your knees and presses it up, folding you back and opening you up wider, and then lines up his hips perfectly. “Fuck,” he breathes, shifting forwards and pressing into you just a bit, “you’re so tight,”

The press of him already is overwhelming, and it’s no longer his length that you’re focused on but how thick he feels, stretching you wide and sending a hot flush of pleasure up your chest. “You feel,” you stutter out, unable to finish your thought.

His hips jut forwards again and you whine, his forehead dropping against yours for just a moment as he holds himself controlled and steady, “Tell me,” he prompts you, moving in deeper.

“It’s so much,” you manage, and he smooths the damp hair back from your face to get a good look at you.

“Too much?”

“God, no,” you didn’t know it could feel quite like this.

“Yeah, tiny?” He sinks in further and groans.

“Please,” your hands shift down and you pull him closer, your nails digging in to his firm backside, “more,”

He’s losing his composure now, and his eyes roll shut when he finally thrusts forwards more sharply, sinking his entire length inside you and bottoming out. He’s stretching you fully, filling every little warm place inside you that you didn’t even know you had, and fleetingly you wish you could feel him more fully, no thin latex separating your warm wet walls from him.

“Fuck,” he starts to roll his hips, fucking you softly as he works your body up to taking more, “tell me how you feel, baby,”

“Full,” you answer immediately, “I can feel you everywhere,”

“God,” he chokes, his hips stuttering, “can you take more?”

“Yunho,” you catch his cheek in your hand and bring his eyes to yours, “I need it,”

“Yeah, tiny?” He teases, thrusting just a little more firmly.

The need inside you for more is deep though, and you can’t wait any longer. “No, Yunho,” you level him with your look, clenching your muscles tight around his hot length, “Fuck me, do whatever you want to me, I just,” you search for the right words, “just please,”

He answers with a firm thrust, and when he watches your eyes roll back and hears the moan that leaves your lips he understands. “Is that what you need?” He holds you firmly and ruts into you, “you like it harder?”

You’re sure you answer him because you hear him laugh softly in response, but your mind is hazy and disconnected, nothing but the feeling of his thick heat hitting every place you need it to, bringing you up faster than ever.

“Yeah, pretty?” He’s everywhere, collapsed over you and desperate, one hand on your thigh to hold you open, the other locked now in your hair, his breath hot over your damp skin, his pace never faltering, “you just want me to use you?”

Your body arches deeply, shifting the position of him inside you and you choke a whine out, gripping onto him tightly, “Please, please,” you can’t stop.

“Shh, shh,” he kisses you hard, his hands holding you roughly, “you’ll take what I give you,”

You nod against him, unable to find anything but pleasure and the tight feeling inside you. He dips his thumb into your mouth, running the pad of it along your tongue, and you suck his digit gently, before he pulls his hand back and firmly flicks his wet thumb over your pert nipple.

“God, Yunho,” you thrust up to meet him, your hips connecting fast and firm, “I’m- I’m,”

“Come for me,” he directs, “come and I’ll fill you up,”

Your brain shorts out, and the hot sensation that you’ve been chasing turns stifling, crashing into you and turning you into a quivering mess, your muscles locked and jerking against his hold as you come hard and fast.

He tumbles over behind you, the feeling of your walls pulsing down on his length sending him into a spiral, and you hear him curse, panting, losing his grip on you and fucking into you desperate and fast until he comes, collapsing over you and pressing your cheek into his sweaty chest.

His heart is beating hard and fast against your cheek, and it takes a moment before you both recover and he can ease himself off of you, out of you. He discards of the condom in the waste basket, and turns back to you, realizing you haven’t so much as moved an inch since he left you.

“Hey,” he sighs, sweeping a hand through his damp hair, “you okay?”

“So perfect,” you sigh.

He smiles, “Can I get you anything?”

Your limbs start to come alive again, and you ease yourself up into a sitting position against the headboard, pulling the sheets over you, “Water?”

“On it,” he slips his boxers back on and returns with a glass of cool water.

You’re not sure what his next move will be, staying or going, but you know what you wish he would do. He surprises you when he collapses back onto the bed next to you with a sigh, resting a wide hand on your thigh and squeezing you, “You’re amazing,” he says.

“You did all the work,” you chuckle, “I feel like I should be telling you that.”

He shakes his head, “No, it was great,” you look down at him and his eyes are gently shut, his mouth open softly as his breathing evens out.

You watch him for a few minutes, and it’s clear he’s not going to be moving any time soon, he looks spent, a second away from sleep, and judging by the late hour you figure it’s better to let him stay if he wants to. You grab your phone off the nightstand and start to set an alarm.

“Yunho,” you murmur, prodding his shoulder gently, “what time do you need to be up?”

He hums, shrugging.

“Hey,” you nudge him again, “you can sleep here if you want, just tell me what time to get you up.”

“Nine?” he blinks his eyes open, “I can go if you’d be more comfortable,”

“No, no, stay,” you ease down into the covers, and he shifts to slide in beside you, “I’d like it if you did.”

“Good,” he sighs again, reaching across the empty space between you and pulling you back into his chest. He snuggles into you, spooning you close and relaxing against you, “because I really hate sleeping alone.”

Warmth heats your chest, and you finish setting the alarm before you relax back into his embrace, “Me too.”

You sleep, but you wake twice before the alarm, the first time to Yunho’s hips rolling against your backside, his cock hard again and straining against his boxers and looking for friction. He fucks you soft the second time, spooning you still and holding you open, gentle thrusts and his fingers massaging your swollen bud until you come gentle and easy against the warm plane of his chest.

The second time he’s gone, and you think for a moment that he’s left entirely. You’re not necessarily surprised, but he had seemed nice enough to at least say goodbye after fucking you twice and holding you all night. 

The sound of your hotel room door makes you jump, and you pull yourself up, holding the fluffy white comforter to your front and running a hand hastily through your hair.

Yunho’s back, freshly showered and already dressed for the day in stylishly baggy light wash jeans and an oversized blazer. “Oh,” he smiles, “you’re up!”

In the light of day, seeing him cleaned up like this has the reality of the evening crashing into you sideways. You had made fun of him, flirted with him, begged him, fucked him, and now you’re still sitting naked in front of him like a mess while he’s looking like what he is, an idol.

“Hey,” you manage.

He holds up a hand and you see now that he has a coffee cup and a small white pastry bag, “I brought you some breakfast,”

You’re really not even sure what to say he’s being so sweet, but you smile, watching as he drops the bag and coffee cup off on your side table. “Thanks,” you take the coffee happily, and he pulls a few packets of sugar out of his pocket.

“I didn’t know how you like it,” he says, a little sheepish, “but I didn’t want to wake you,”

“No, no, this is perfect, thank you so much.”

“I have to get going,” he sits on the edge of the bed, turned towards you, his hand resting on your knee with such easy familiarity, “but I wanted to make sure you got up too, I know you have a long drive back.”

Something inside you melts, “Thank you, Yunho, that’s so nice of you,”

“I also,” he shifts, a smile on his lips, “I had a lot of fun last night.”

“Me too,” you nod, resting your hand on his.

“It was really nice getting to know you,” he leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his other hand coasting down your bare back.

You sigh against his lips. It had been a long time since you had had a soft morning like this, and the feeling of his hands on your skin again and his warm kiss on your lips has you feeling weightless and dizzy.

Yunho leans back and squeezes your knee gently, “I really do have to go,”

“It’s okay,” you smile, “I get it, but yeah, I had a good time too.”

Yunho takes your hand in his and turns it over, “How’s this feel?” he nods his head towards your injured palm.

You had honestly forgotten about it, “Completely fine, don’t worry,”

“Good,” he drops a kiss to your palm with a teasing eyebrow raise and stands, smoothing down his jacket.

“Well,” you would get up and see him to the door, but you blush and hold the comforter a little higher over your chest, “have a safe rest of your tour,”

“I will,” he nods, “you have a safe drive,”

You nod, and you expect him to go, but he shifts, glancing at the floor for a moment and then back up to your eyes. “I put my number in the bag,”

The sentence doesn’t quite make sense to you, “You what?”

“My number,” he explains, looking at you a little more clearly as if that will explain, but he says, “if you want,”

“Want to what?”

He laughs at your expression, “Text me, if you want to message me sometime.”

“Oh!”

“Only if you want,” he says, and when you start to open your mouth to respond he gestures for you to stop, “otherwise we can leave it here. Either way, I’m glad I met you.”

“Me too,” you nod earnestly.

His phone dings in his pocket and he sighs, his eyes closing in annoyance for a moment, “Okay, that’s my cue. Drive safe,” he says again and starts to slowly head for the door, “and maybe I’ll talk to you,”

“Maybe,” you respond, noncommittal but you already know your decision.

He smiles, “Okay,”

“Okay,”

He pushes himself towards the door with a groan, “Alright, I’m going. You look pretty in the morning by the way,”

A laugh breaks out of your chest, “Thank you?”

“I just thought you should know,” he shrugs, flirtatious and teasing, but with the sound of the door opening and swinging shut you know he’s gone.

It takes you about three seconds to tear the bag open and see if he was being serious. Tucked into the pastry bag, nestled on top of the wax paper, is a little card with his number written out and his name, Jeong Yunho, as if you wouldn’t remember his name.

You key it into your phone immediately, a message open and waiting. You bite your lip, nervous and unsure of what to say, but then you hear his parting words ringing in your ears again. You type the message out and send it immediately, not pausing long enough to think too hard or overanalyze the decision.

You look handsome in the morning too, just so you know.

You toss the phone aside and leap out of the bed, needing suddenly to walk far away and clear your head. You pull the hotel robe around yourself and sigh into your hands, recounting the night and the way his soft sweetness made your stomach flip flop. You start to walk towards the bathroom, ready to start a warm shower and clear your head, when you hear the soft ding of an incoming message, and you can’t help but smile.

no words.

hands down one of the best smuts i’ve ever read.

just between friends (s.mg + j.yh) ~ kinktober week one

summary: meeting up with someone from a kink app is definitely safe, but it's also scary and nerve wracking. mingi and yunho offer to help you find out what you like within the safe bounds of your friendship.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. please read under the cut for a few additional nsfw notes.

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!mingi, fem!reader, established best friends relationship, mmf, praise, degredation, impact play, suggestive language, oral (f receiveing), discussion of choking, consent conversations, color system, mention of rape play but it's not in the fic, risk play / pregnancy risk play, light CNC, rough sex, size kink and use of tiny, bdsm discussion, reference to cuffs and other restraints, yunho and mingi physically restraining reader, edging and overstimulation, teasing, aftercare, lots of oral mingi is basically pussy drunk, yunho discovers he likes spanking a lot, sub!reader exploring fantasies with her besties. please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: mingi x yunho x reader

genre: nothing but smut here

word count: 15.8K

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additional note: i just want to make something super clear, because i don't want anything misinterpreted. at several points during this fic mingi and yunho express concern over the reader being unsafe. to be clear, they are not and i am not judging her or implying that it's unsafe to meet someone on a kink app / unsafe to meet up with someone for sex in general / any of the sex acts in this fic themselves are unsafe. of course meeting anyone from online has risks in any scenario, but i don't mean to imply that there's anything unsafe inherently about bdsm or 'harder' kinks. yunho and mingi aren't judging either, they're just being nervous best friends who want to make sure reader is safe, and they're low key in love with her anyways so add that all up. thank you for reading, and i hope you enjoy this kick off to kinktober!!

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“You’re not really going, are you?” Mingi’s worried voice brings you back to reality. You were lost a bit in your own nervous daydream, your stomach in knots as you tried to put on your heels. 

“Mingi,” You sigh, turning back towards him, “I told you, I’ve made up my mind.” 

“This is dangerous.” He pulls himself up off the couch and takes a few steps forwards, his expression serious. 

“It’s not,” You shake your head, even though you know it’s not completely without risk, “people do this all the time.” 

“What people?” He gapes. 

“You and Yunho!” You insist, “Don’t lie to my face and tell me you’ve never hooked up with some girl off Tindr.” 

“That’s different!”

“How?” You toss your purse back down on the bench by the door. You don’t even know why you told him where you were going, you could have just lied and said it was a date. He still would have grilled you about it, but he wouldn’t be throwing this level of a tantrum. 

“Well,” Mingi gestures towards you, as if that’s going to sum it up. 

“Don’t you dare say it’s because I’m a girl, Mingi.” You narrow your eyes. 

“It’s not that,” He shakes his head, “it’s… I just want you to be safe. You don’t know this guy,” 

“The app verifies people,” You tell him, “everyone has to produce a government issued ID. It does background checks. I’m not going to meet some fake person off Twitter, I’m being safe already.” 

“I don’t like it,” He crosses his arms. 

“You don’t like that I’m going or you don’t like what I’m doing,” Your jaw tightens, “because I really didn’t think my best friend was going to judge me.”

His expression softens immediately, “I never would,” he reaches for you, opening his hand for you to take, “there’s not even a little bit of me that’s judging you. All I’m doing is making sure you’ve thought it through. That I’m not going to see your name on the news later.” 

You take his hand and let him pull you into his chest, “You’re being really dramatic about a thing that’s extremely normal,” 

“Getting tied up by strangers isn’t an everyday thing,” He presses. 

“It absolutely is,” You roll your eyes, “I never thought you’d be such a prude.” 

“I am not,” He insists, “but when my best friend tells me she’s off to meet up with ‘some guy’ from ‘some app’ so he can tie her up all night… I’m going to ask questions.” 

“I swear to God,” You sigh into his sweater. 

“Why did you even tell me?” He rubs a hand up and down your back, dropping his chin against the top of your head despite the aching curve it must put in his spine. 

“I’m being safe,” You tell him, “I’m not a complete idiot. I know meeting anyone online has its risks.” 

“You’re really doing this, then?” He squeezes you. 

“Yeah, I really am.” 

“Fuck,” He sighs, unwrapping himself from around you, “fine. But you have to text me when you get there, and send me his address. Tell him you have a big, giant best friend who knows where he lives if he harms a hair on your head.” 

“Over protective, much?” You laugh. 

“Two, two giant best friends!” He corrects, thinking of Yunho, “And we’re not afraid of committing a few felonies for you.” 

“Wow,”

Mingi smiles and shrugs, a little sheepish, “You like how much we love you, I know you do,” 

“Yeah, yeah,” You roll your eyes, playfully now and pat his chest. 

“And… text me after,” He adds, his hand flying up to grasp yours against his chest, “and when you’re on your way home, and when you get home.” 

“Mingi,” You squeeze his fingers, “I promise I’ll let you know I’m safe, but you do not need to stay up worrying. I might stay over, I might not. I’ll see where it goes, okay? If I don’t feel safe with him or if I don’t like him, I’ll leave. I’ll come right back here.” 

“You have your key?” He asks, even though he knows you do. 

“Mhm,” You assure him, “I always do.” 

He’s about to sigh and say goodbye, to watch you walk out the door without any more of a fight, but then you hear a key in the deadbolt of the apartment door. 

“Go,” Mingi sighs, “I won’t say anything until after you leave. Just… please, please be careful.” 

It’s moments like this that remind you why you love him more than any friend you’ve ever had. “Thank you,” You murmur and then as the door opens, you separate from Mingi so you can grab your purse and your coat. 

“Hey!” Yunho says brightly when he sees you, “Damn, you look fancy.” 

“Oh,” You wave him off, “thanks,” 

“Big date?” He closes the door behind him, dropping his gym bag by the door and pulling off his black cap. 

“Uh,” You start to figure out what to say but Mingi jumps in. 

“Big date,” Mingi confirms, “but I already told her to come back here if it’s a bust,” 

“Definitely,” Yunho nods, “I’ll order something extra for you just in case,” 

“You don’t have to,” You shake your head. 

“I want to,” He shrugs, “plus you know I’ll eat it if you don’t come back. It won’t go to waste,” 

“Okay,” You sigh, the tension leaving you now that Mingi hasn’t continued to dig his heels in. You pull your coat around you a little more securely and turn back towards Mingi, “thanks,” 

“Remember to text me,” He adds as you start to shift around Yunho to go for the door, “and if it’s too much, call me and I’ll pick you up. I won’t drink tonight.” 

“Mingi,” Your hand is on the doorknob but you level him with a look. 

“She’s gone on dates before,” Yunho laughs and shakes his head at his friend. 

You’re an inch from leaving, and you twist the handle, but then you hear the little puff of air from between Mingi’s lips, the wordless implication that no, this is not a normal date. 

“Gi,” You hear Yunho’s confused tone, “what is wrong with you?” 

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” 

“Why would she need to get picked up?” Yunho asks, and you know Mingi can never lie to his best friend, not when he’s asked directly. Mingi’s quiet, and Yunho turns to you, “Is everything okay, y/n?” 

“It’s absolutely fine,” You assure him, but you can see the trepidation on his face. 

“Do we know the guy?” Yunho narrows his eyes, “You’re not going out with Wooyoung again, are you? He’s an ass,” 

“He is not an ass,” You groan, rolling your eyes again and turning towards him, “he’s a flirt. But no, I’m not,” 

“Okay…” Yunho looks between the two of you, trying to figure out what in the world would be making Mingi react like this and for you to be so cagey, “I’m confused.” 

“Fuck,” You sigh, running a hand through your hair, “okay, I’ll tell you but do not freak out about this, I just talked Mingi down for like fifteen minutes.” 

“More confused now,” He adds. 

“I’m meeting up with this guy,” You lean back against the door. 

“I got that part,” He nods. 

“I met him off of an app,” You glance at Mingi who’s just staring at Yunho waiting for the penny to drop, “and the app is for people who want to meet up with other like-minded individuals to explore specific things together,” At this point, you deserve a degree in marketing. 

“Specific things?” He’s immediately confused. 

“Kinks, Yunho,” You throw up your hands, “it’s to meet up with the right fit in that… area,” You wish you sounded more sure about the whole thing, but the truth of it is, you’ve never done this before. After the breakup of your last relationship, in which the sex was mediocre at best, you had run through a string of one night stands with varying degrees of success, but nothing was exactly fulfilling this need.

His ears run red instantly, and his eyes widen, “Oh,” 

“I’m already nervous, okay,” You exhale slowly, “I don’t need you two freaking me out about this.” 

“I knew you were nervous,” Mingi smiles. 

“Mingi, shut up, please,” Your stomach stays knotting up, Yunho’s face not helping in the least. 

“Who,” Yunho clears his throat, clearly trying to figure out the right thing to say, “sorry, I guess you don’t have to tell me, but, who is this guy?” 

With a heavy sigh you pull your phone from your pocket and take a few steps towards them, “I guess it’s better if someone knows who I’m meeting anyways, and it might as well be you both.” 

Mingi straightens up, stepping shoulder to shoulder with Yunho and waiting patiently. 

“Alright,” You open his profile and then tuck the phone to your chest, “please don’t say what I think you’re going to say. I’ve been talking to him for a week or so now, and he’s nice. He’s a lawyer, and has his life together I think, and he’s taking me to dinner first anyways.” 

“Come on,” Mingi prompts, but Yunho stays a little quiet, blush still reddening his features. 

“Here,” You drop your phone into Yunho’s large hand and take an immediate step back, not sure where to look. 

“He looks like a real person,” Yunho offers. 

“He’s good looking,” Mingi chews the inside of his lip, begrudgingly admitting it. 

“Right?” You sigh, “He looks pretty nice and normal. He seems safe for the first time I’m doing this,” 

You watch Yunho’s throat as he swallows hard and he flicks down on your date’s profile. You reach for the phone immediately, but Yunho holds it higher and out of your reach so he can finish reading the bottom section of his profile that includes his kink list and a description of his ideal partner. 

“y/n,” Yunho passes your phone to Mingi so he can catch up, “I don’t know about this,” 

“You just said he looked like a real person,” Your mouth drops, “and you’re not my dad.” 

Yunho shakes his head, frustrated, “I can’t make you do anything,” he takes a couple steps away, “I’m just saying I get why he’s worried. I’m worried.” 

“I’m getting really tired of you guys acting like I’m an idiot or something,” You can feel the hot pin pricks of tears behind your eyes and you snap the phone back from Mingi’s hands. “I was trying to tell my friends about something that’s important to me, and be honest, and be safe about it, and you guys are acting like this is…”

“Hey,” Yunho shakes his head, “slow down.” 

“I don’t want to be scared tonight, I want to have fun.” You sweep your fingers under your eyes quickly and take a deep breath, “You’re kind of ruining this.” 

“I told you,” Mingi takes your arms in his hands, holding you steadily in front of him, “I’m not judging you. Neither is Yunho.” 

“Of course I’m not,” Yunho groans, things clicking into place for why you’ve been so defensive, “but if you think I’m not going to be worried about you tonight, you’re crazy,” 

“It’s safe,” You assure him. 

“I’m sure the app is safe,” Yunho sighs heavily, “but if you want someone to do those things to you, to be that submissive, it takes a lot of trust.” 

Mingi’s head snaps to the side to look at Yunho. 

“Wait,” You blink, “you?” 

“No,” Yunho shakes his head, “I’ve never really done any of that, but, you know I’m online, I read stuff.” 

“I know it takes trust,” You nod, “but I’m not sure what my other options are. Wait to get deep into another relationship and then hope he’s willing to try things? I tried that already,” 

Yunho winces at the mention of your ex, “This is that important to you?” 

“Yeah,” He holds your gaze for a moment, indecision all over his face until he exhales. 

“Okay,” Yunho nods, “then you go, you be safe. If a single thing makes you uncomfortable and you want to come home, call us. We’ll be up.” 

“This feels like I’m asking a lot,” You tuck your phone into your pocket, “but it would make me feel a lot better knowing you’re around.” 

“You’re not asking,” Yunho shrugs. 

“Thank you,” You launch yourself at him, hugging him tight around the middle for a second before you start to step away. 

When Mingi finally chimes back in, everything shifts, and you can barely believe the words as they just hang in the room around you. “What if we helped you instead?” 

Yunho reacts first, turning towards Mingi with a confused look, and you step around Yunho’s tall frame to see Mingi’s face, “What?” 

Mingi shrugs, a familiar false bravado in his actions, “What if we helped you. You know us, we’re safe. You could trust us,” 

“That’s insane,” You shake your head.

“Why?” Mingi presses, “We’re friends, it doesn’t have to be weird.” 

“I don’t even know where to start,” You run a hand through your hair, “and it’s actually beyond sweet of you to care so much, but we can’t do that.” 

Mingi opens his mouth to protest, another argument forming on his tongue, but Yunho gets there first. “Why can’t we?” 

“Not you too,” You take a step back. 

“Think about it,” Yunho reasons. “You need someone you can trust. You’ve never done this before, so who’s to say in the middle of things you want out but you can’t talk? Or you’re with someone who’s too rough with you. We could try, and scale things up slowly.” 

“Neither of you have experience with this,” You shake your head, “arguably a partner who knows what they’re doing is safer.” 

“Then we’ll talk about it all,” He counters. You almost forgot how good Yunho is at getting something he wants, “we’ll make sure every single thing we do is something you want, and that we’re comfortable doing for you.” 

“This goes way past the favors friends do for each other,” Your head is spinning at the idea. 

“I really don’t give a fuck,” Yunho shrugs, “but I way prefer this to worrying about you all night.” 

It makes absolutely no sense. You’ve done weeks of research into this, ironing out exactly what you want and how to get it, and nothing about your two best friends should fulfill this fantasy or this need, but with the way they’re looking at you now, the fear that was buried deep in your belly about the unknown is gone. 

“Have the two of you ever,” You gesture between them. 

“Not so far,” Yunho shakes his head. 

“First time for everything, I guess,” Mingi tacks on. 

Hysterical laughter bubbles up and you clap a hand over your lips, “I can’t believe this,” 

“It’s an option is all,” Yunho glances at Mingi. 

“If we feel safer to you,” Mingi says, “for your first time.” 

“I need a minute,” You can’t really think with the two of them looking at you. You grab your purse and head for the door. 

“Wait,” Yunho jumps forward, “fuck, don’t go,” 

“I’ll call you,” You have to get out, and you slip through the door easily, making it down their front steps and onto the street in a quick dash. 

Your phone rings in your pocket, again and again, but you ignore it. You need a second, just a single second to figure out what you want in all of this. You duck under the awning of a restaurant a block from their apartment and open your phone, swiping away the messages and phone calls without reading them. You open up the profile for the man you’re supposed to meet. He does look nice, kind, even. He looks like he would listen, and he’s been on the app long enough that you can’t imagine he’s actually a creep. 

You’re sure that if you meet him you’ll have a great dinner. You’ll have good sex, you’ll try things you’ve been dying to try for a while. You’re sure that he’ll take good care of you. You’re sure. 

It takes about a minute to tap out a message to your date and let him know you’re not coming and another minute for you to make it back to their front door. If you were about to go out on a limb like this, emotionally and physically, you want it to be with them. You’ve done almost everything with the two of them since you were teens, and you’re not about to draw the line now if everyone is comfortable and consenting. 

When you open the door to their apartment, the living room is empty, but you can hear Yunho’s raised voice from the kitchen. 

“We’re not going after her!” He sounds exasperated, like it’s not the first time he’s said it, “She’s going to be fine. She’ll call us if she needs us, I know she will.” 

“But she’s upset,” Mingi counters, “you upset her.” 

“I am not the one who suggested we have a threesome just to keep her from going on a date.” 

“But you agreed!” Mingi groans. 

“I’m not saying it’s not a good idea,” Yunho sighs, “I’m saying we clearly scared her off.” 

They bicker for another moment before you finally shut the door, and the sound of the heavy click of the door shutting and the latch turning over cuts off the sound of their voices. 

“Hey,” You call out into the apartment. 

Mingi rounds the corner first, “Jesus,” he sighs, yanking you up into his arms and folding you into a crushing hug. 

“Once again,” You chuckle, “very dramatic for an extremely normal thing,” 

“I thought we were fighting,” He huffs into your shoulder, “I don’t care about the sex,” 

You snuggle into him a little, your fingers softly carding through the shaggy hair at the nape of his neck. “Not fighting,” you assure him. 

“Are you staying?” Yunho asks from over Mingi’s shoulder and you pop your head up to find his eyes. 

“Yeah,” 

“Are we going to do this?” He asks bluntly. 

“If we talk and we all still agree at the end,” You say, “then yes.” 

“Okay,” He lets out a heavy exhale, and you can see his nervous energy, “maybe we should sit down?” 

“Yeah,” You let Mingi drop you back to your feet and then slide off your heels again to place them by the door, “Though I guess I’m feeling overdressed now,” 

“You want to change?” Yunho gestures towards his room, “I’ve got sweats and stuff,” 

“You don’t mind?” You check.

“Have I ever minded before?” He shakes his head, “Go on, we’ll be here.” 

The idea of changing out of the tightest dress in the world and into something familiar already has things feeling better. They were both wearing casual clothes, and sitting in front of them in a dress and fancy jewelry would make this all feel so much more strange. 

You peel off your dress, opting for a pair of Yunho’s sweats you know you’ll be swimming in and one of his black t-shirts. You tug on a pair of socks and push your hair back into a loose bun, finally feeling a lot more like yourself. You couldn’t do much about your extremely lacy black bra and panties set, but since you were all goign to have sex anyways, you figure it’s fine. 

In the living room, they’re waiting together, on opposite sides of the couch and nervously quiet. 

“Okay,” You flop down in the center, “I guess let’s talk this out and not make it the weirdest experience of our lives?” 

“Good idea,” Mingi nods, and then turns towards you, hitching his legs up onto the couch, one bent at the knees and the other stretched out over your lap. 

Yunho turns towards you too, but keeps his feet planted on the floor. 

“I think,” Yunho chews his lip for a second, “we should see your profile on the app.” 

“Oh,” You’re suddenly nervous - there’s photos of you there that are suggestive to say the least, and a full list of your kinks. You’re not sure why the idea of them reading that is more stressful than actually having sex with them but it feels exposing. 

“The point is to help you, right?” Yunho sees your hesitation, “We can’t do that if you don’t tell us what you want.”

“Good point,” You manage, reaching under Mingi’s thigh to dig into your pocket and find your phone, “just… I guess don’t read too much into it, I was just trying to cover all my bases,” 

“I don’t even know what that means,” Yunho laughs as he takes your phone. 

“Yeah,” 

Mingi squeezes your arm lightly and draws your attention, “Just relax, it’s going to be fun, I’m sure,” 

At Yunho’s sharp exhale of breath you nearly grimace and turn towards him, “What?” 

He clears his throat, “Okay, so let’s talk each of them through? We can make sure we know what you’re looking for and if we’re okay to do that.” 

“God,” You swallow hard, “I need a drink,” 

“Let’s not,” Mingi shakes his head, “not tonight.” 

“No, no,” You rub his leg where it lays across your lap, “I agree, but still.” 

“Yunho,” Mingi says, catching his friend’s eye, “let’s just take it easy. This is fun right? Let’s just talk about them and what’s sexy about them, we don’t have to…”

“It doesn’t have to be clinical,” You sum up for him. 

“Exactly,” Mingi nods. 

That seems to relax Yunho the right amount, and he smiles, shifting onto the couch more comfortably and drawing one knee up onto the cushions so he’s facing you both. “That makes sense,” 

“What’s first?” Mingi prompts. 

You can see the words of your profile perfectly in your mind, something you carefully poured over and selected and you try your best to stay calm. 

“Restraints,” Yunho starts with, “and ‘general’ bondage,” 

“Right,” You know you’re blushing, but the words sound good in his mouth and you know suddenly that this night is probably going to go well. 

“What kind?” He asks, “General seems… general?” 

“Mm,” You nod, “I guess I don’t know yet? I like the idea of cuffs but also I’m not sure if they’d hurt a lot,” You rub your wrist unconsciously, “silks and ropes seem good too, but I’d have to try it,” 

“So it’s not necessarily pain?” Mingi asks, “You like more that you can’t move?” 

“Yeah,” You find comfort in Mingi’s curiosity, opening up a bit more, “I think being stuck, unable to get away, I like that.” 

Yunho hums next to you, “I mean,” he says, a little hesitant, “are we talking about rape play, because I’ll be honest, I don’t know if I could do that to you.” 

“No,” You shake your head, adamant, “definitely not.” 

He looks relieved, and you continue, “it’s more that my partner can do or not do anything to me, and I just have to…” You try to find the right words, “I’d have to accept it, and I wouldn’t know what was coming next,” 

“Oh,” He nods, “okay, I get that.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” He smiles, “You want to be teased,” 

“Yes,” You grin, so pleased at the way he’s hearing you. 

“Do you want to be edged?” Mingi pipes in. 

“That’s in here,” Yunho shakes the phone, looking back down the list, “edging and overstimulation.” 

“Hot,” Mingi comments. 

“I think so,” You shrug, laughing. 

“Right,” Yunho nods, “so someone keeping you pinned while they tease you like that, it’s orgasm denial right? Isn’t it supposed to make coming really intense when you finally do?” 

The way he’s talking so openly all of a sudden has heat rushing through you. The weight of Mingi’s body against yours, Yunho’s gaze, his words, the broad cut of their shoulders, and you nod, “Yeah,” 

“That seems fun,” Yunho quirks an eyebrow. 

“Seriously?” You glance between them. 

“I mean,” Mingi shrugs, nonchalant, “I normally like to see how many times I can make a girl come, but if you want me to just tease you until you can’t think, I could do that,” 

“Mingi!” 

“What?” He looks at you, waiting for a response. 

“I mean,” You shake your head, “I just didn’t know you were interested like that.” 

“In making women come?” He narrows his eyes, “What are you talking about?” 

“I mean,” You shrug, “Youngjae wasn’t very interested. It’s part of why it didn’t work out,” 

“So he’s more of an idiot than I thought,” Mingi says simply, a little self satisfied since he never liked your ex that much to begin with. 

“Yeah,” Yunho jumps back in, “I’m sorry he sucked and you were having bad sex for years, but I’m with Mingi. There’s pretty much nothing hotter than your partner getting off.” 

“Okay,” You chew your lip, “so yes to the edging then? It’s not too much?” 

“Yes for me,” Yunho nudges you with his knee, smiling. 

“Double yes,” Mingi adds. 

“Okay, next,” Yunho taps your phone to light the screen back up, “impact play?” 

“Um,” You nod. 

“Spanking,” Yunho clarifies for Mingi, who looks decidedly confused, before checking with you, “right?” 

“Yeah,” 

“That’s hot,” Mingi offers. 

“I’m starting to think you think everything’s hot,” You smirk at him. 

“Hey,” He nudges you with his leg playfully, “whatever gets you off.” 

“God,” 

“What do you like about it?” Yunho brings the conversation back to being productive, “And have you done it before?” 

“I haven’t,” You shake your head, “not really. Like a little during rough sex but I don’t really count that,” 

“Why?” He asks. 

“I’m interested in something more than that,” Everything’s coming more easily now, with the comfortable way you’re all sharing, and the way they’re meeting you not with judgment but with eager interest.

“Like punishment?” Yunho asks. 

“Yeah,” You nod. 

“What do you picture?” Mingi asks, and you can tell you’ve finally found a kink he’s not sure how to approach. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Like, how are you being spanked? What’s the scenario if it’s not during sex?” Mingi asks, curious. 

“Oh,” You shift a little in your seat, resting your hands on Mingi’s shin, “I guess this one is more of a fantasy. Maybe I should explain what this guy and I discussed?” 

“Sure,” Mingi nods. 

You think back, trying to phrase things correctly, “We discussed him putting me over his knee, and holding me down. He was going to tease me a while, spank me and make me count, and if I messed up he would start over.”

Yunho shifts next to you, and you catch the subtle tenting of his sweats out of the corner of your eye as he readjusts. Mingi licks his lip, “I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” 

“I mean,” You meet his eyes, “a little would be good,” 

“We can try,” He nods, “but I don’t know, I want to be careful with that.” 

“Careful is good,” You start to say, but Yunho cuts you off. 

“I can do that,” Yunho offers, clearing his throat when he hears how hoarse he sounds, “if you’re comfortable with me, I can do that.” 

“Yeah,” You breathe, and the tension in the room is suddenly so thick you could cut it. 

“What else is on the list?” Mingi finally asks. 

“Um,” Yunho tears his eyes from yours to look back down, “just a few more,” 

Internally your stomach clenches. 

“And?” Mingi prompts. 

“There’s exhibitionsim, breath play, and risk play,” He pauses on the last one, something he’s unfamiliar with. 

“Exhibitionsim we’ve got covered,” Mingi jokes, “with all three of us there,” 

“Right,” Yunho hasn’t lifted his eyes from the phone, trying to work out the rest of your list. 

“Breath play is choking, right?” Mingi asks and you turn towards him. 

“Yes,” You confirm. 

“I’ve never done that,” He admits, “is it safe?” 

“It can be,” You nod, “it’s actually more about restricting blood flow than actually restricting air,” 

“How do you do that?” He asks. 

“Um,” You think of the best way to explain, but things fall short, “give me your hand,” 

He offers you his palm immediately, no question, and you shift on the couch to face him head on. Taking his hand you turn it over, slotting it up against your throat, and you watch Mingi swallow nervously. “Okay,” You position his fingers where they should be and press down with yours to show him where, “Feel the way you’re squeezing a little on the sides? Not the front?” 

“Yeah,” He shifts his hand and tightens just a bit. 

You take a thinner inhale and his hand releases, his eyes on yours and nervous. You smile, shaking your head, “You’re not that strong,” 

“I’m just checking,” He rests his hand on the junction between your neck and right shoulder, “you’re a lot smaller than me.” 

“I’m good,” You assure him, “but did you feel the way you left the front of my windpipe alone and just pressed over the soft sides? Where the blood flow is?” 

“Yeah,” He nods, his thumb stroking your neck softly. 

“That’s doing it safely,” You tell him, “it would just make me dizzy, maybe give me a head rush. As long as you don’t go too hard, I wouldn’t want to pass out. But if you press at the front you could hurt my windpipe, and that’s not what we want,” 

He’s listening, but he looks nervous still and he shakes his head, “I can’t do this one,” 

“Okay,” You assure him, resting your hands on his arm, “okay, that’s fine, you don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” 

“I’m sorry,” He says, looking apologetic, “I’m so afraid I’d really hurt you,” 

“Then we won’t do that,” You ease him, “it’s no problem,” 

Mingi’s eyes flick over your shoulder, “Yunho, how about you?” 

When you turn you can tell he was clearly studying the demo you gave Mingi, and he flexes his hand experimentally, “Can you show me too?” 

“Yeah,” You twist on the couch to face him, Mingi’s leg falling away from your lap. 

Yunho offers his hand, and you draw it up to your neck just like you did with Mingi. Settling your fingers over his, you press just the same, “Feel that?” You ask. 

“Mhm,” Yunho drops your phone and uses his free hand to rest on your shoulder to keep you steady, “Like this?” He tightens, more than Mingi did. 

You can’t help the flutter that runs through you, a sudden throb in your core, and your eyes flutter shut, “Yeah, like that,” 

His hand releases and your eyes snap open. His eyes are blown wide, lips parted and skin lightly flushed. He likes it. You can see it. 

“You okay?” You check. 

“Yeah,” He nods, removing his hands from you entirely, “I think I like that, but can we keep it off the table tonight?” 

“Oh,” Your eyes widen, “sure, whatever you want.” 

“I just want to look into it,” He admits, “make sure I do it right.” 

The promise of a second time already has you a little dizzy, “Sure,” 

“I don’t want to hurt you either,” He smiles, catching Mingi’s gaze too, “and Mingi’s right, you’re a lot smaller than us. I don’t want to do something that’s too much for you and not know it,” 

“Okay, I’m good with that,” You smile. 

“So,” Mingi starts to say, and you latch on to his sentence, hoping Yunho is going to let your phone stay locked and the question you saw in his eyes lie.

But your luck isn’t that good. Yunho taps your thigh, “What’s risk play?” 

“Just like,” You keep your eyes off him, “risky scenarios, nothing specific,” 

“That doesn’t tell me anything,” Yunho laughs. 

“I mean,” You shrug, trying to keep it casual, “It’s not really a thing,” 

“It’s in your list, though?” He adds. 

“Yeah,” You tap Mingi’s leg to get him to move off and you stand up, heading for the kitchen for a break in the conversation and a bottle of water. You take the second to breathe as you root through the fridge. Everything else on your list is, in your mind at least, fairly vanilla forms of bdsm. You aren’t trying to get really hurt or put in uncomfortable positions, you mostly just want someone to take over, maybe test those waters for now. Risk play is a little undefined in your mind, but feels deeper,  like a thing you would normally keep to yourself, a deeper fantasy. 

You take a long sip of water, and then walk back out to the main room. 

“I googled it,” Yunho and Mingi are sitting close together now, Mingi looking over his shoulder at his phone as they read through whatever they’ve found. 

“Great,” You sigh, “well, it’s honestly fine, you don’t have to worry about it.” 

“There’s a lot here,” Mingi says. 

“It’s an umbrella term,” You offer. 

“Unprotected sex with random people is more than risky,” Yunho glances up at you, “I mean, people lie. You could get sick,” 

“I’m asking partners to get tested,” You tell him, “I wouldn’t want that,” 

“Where’s the risk then?” He leans his phone on his knee, “is it just the fact that you’re meeting strangers?” 

“No, I mean,” You’re babbling a little as you start to try and divert. 

Mingi’s eyes stay fixed on Yunho’s phone, and he flicks his finger across the screen to scroll further, his eyes studying the words on the web article quickly before he makes a noise, comprehension flooding his face, “Ah! It’s pregnancy risk,” 

Heat floods your cheeks, and you watch as Mingi looks up to you and Yunho’s head snaps to look down at the phone, reading the paragraph on the page over. 

“Well,” You shift, “yeah,” 

“Wait, wait,” Yunho finishes reading and meets your eyes, “are you seriously being that unsafe? I mean… I trust you, but now I’m officially worried.” 

“I’m on birth control,” You immediately clarify, “I’m not actually trying to risk that, absolutely not,” 

“You are right, you’re being safe?” 

It occurs to you that he’s suddenly running through the string of your recent partners and you can see him getting nervous. “I have an IUD,” You explain, “there’s no real chance I’m actually going to get pregnant.” 

“Okay,” He sighs, “fuck, for a second I thought,” 

“I know,” You shake your head, “I’m not doing that, I wouldn’t,” 

“So what does this mean, then?” Mingi nods his head toward the phone, reaching out a hand for you. 

You move back to the couch, taking his hand and letting him pull you into his side, “I guess it means that the thought of it is hot, but I’m not actually doing it,”

“Roleplay,” Yunho adds. 

“Yeah,” You nod, “I don’t know why, I just… it works for me,” 

“I thought you didn’t want kids?” Mingi asks. 

“Exactly,” You nod. 

“Oh,” He thinks for a moment, “oh, I get it.” 

“Do you?” Yunho still seems a little slow on the uptake. 

“Like playing with fire,” Mingi smiles, “you don’t want it, but something about playing with the possibility turns you on.” 

“Yeah,” 

“I definitely get this,” Mingi doubles down, “I’m in,” 

You’re stunned silent, and your eyes flick to Yunho to see where he’s at with this. He worries the inside of his cheek with his teeth and you watch him read back over your profile. “All of this,” he finally says, “all of it is a total loss of control,” 

You nod, waiting for him to say more. 

“You want someone to take what they want from you,” He finally locks eyes with you, “and do what they want to you.” 

“Um,” Your breath quickens, “yes,” 

“Okay,” He says, “then let’s do it.” 

“Just like that?” You swallow tightly. 

“Yeah,” 

“What about you two?” You ask finally, “Do you really want to do this or is this too far? You don’t have to help if it’s too much, not judging me is enough. I can meet up with someone else off the app, I can,” 

Mingi’s hand lands on your thigh, giving you a squeeze, “Don’t do that.” 

“For tonight,” Yunho says, “you can let us be in control, and you can relax. You can trust us.” 

“Okay,” 

“As far as your list,” Yunho clears his throat, “I think choking is out for the night, but everything else we’re good with. We don’t really have any props, any safe way to restrain you…” 

Your chest floods with heat, your body trembling already at the prospect of it, and you can’t stop watching his mouth as he speaks, the words rolling off his tongue so confidently. 

“Would you be comfortable with that?” Yunho’s voice shocks you back when he asks you a question and you realize you missed his words. 

“What?” 

A small smile quirks on Yunho’s lip, “I said, would you be comfortable with me holding you down, in lieu of proper restraints. That’s probably the safest thing,” 

You nod, a little too quickly, and he smiles in earnest now. 

“We’re sure this isn’t going to be weird?” You look between them, “We can call it here,” 

“I’m good,” Yunho confirms. 

“Same here,” Mingi nods. 

They’re both buzzing with anticipation, nervous and full of hesitation, but the good kind. You laugh and smile, “Oh my god, I can’t believe we’re about to have sex,” 

“I can,” Mingi snorts. 

“You were bound to fall in love with one of us at some point,” Yunho diffuses the nerves in an instant, cheeky as ever. 

“I love you both already, you idiots,” You shove Mingi’s arm since he’s closest, but he wraps it around you immediately. 

“I’m more nervous about you seeing me naked now,” You tuck into Mingi’s side. 

“Please,” Yunho rolls his eyes, “you’re so hot it’s ridiculous, I still can’t believe you dated Youngjae for two years. He was definitely punching up,” 

“What he said,” Mingi nods. 

“And we can keep this casual, right? We’ll be okay?” You reach across, grabbing Yunho’s hand. 

“We’ve been friends for ten years,” Yunho says, “and we know everything about each other. Especially now. If it’s too much, we’ll say so, but I wouldn’t risk our friendship.” 

“We can do this,” Mingi nods. 

“Okay,” you breathe, the nerves dissipating a bit, “where do we start?” 

“Well, I need a shower,” Yunho picks up the front of his tank top, his shirt still sweaty from the studio, “so let me do that, and if you guys want to move to the bedroom and I don’t know… get started?” 

Mingi smiles and you slap his chest, “Stop looking so proud of yourself,” 

“I can’t help it,” He shrugs, “this night is turning out way better than I expected.” 

Yunho gets up and then starts back towards the bedrooms, yanking off his tanktop as he does. “Who’s room?” He calls out from over his shoulder. 

“Yours,” Mingi calls to him. 

“Meet you there then,” Yunho calls back, and you hear the bathroom door shut. 

“Okay,” Mingi pats your thigh and jumps up, reaching a hand down to you, “let’s go cutie,” 

You let him pull you up, and you roll your eyes, “You’re loving this,” 

“Mhm,” He tugs you down the hall, “I would be insane not to.” 

In Yunho’s bedroom, Mingi drops your hand. He slides onto Yunho’s bed easily, sitting up against the pillows and the headboard and gestures you over, “Come here,” 

You feel frozen, the reality of the fact that you’re about to have your best friend kissing you, touching you, fucking you. 

“Don’t be nervous,” He reaches out to you again, “let’s just cuddle a little, no pressure yet,” 

“Right,” You make it to the side of the bed, and then Mingi taps his lap. It’s time to let go of any caution. If you were going to let a stranger touch you like this, you could let them. You ease up onto the edge of the bed, throwing a leg over him so that you’re straddling him, and you sit back on his thighs before resting your hands on his chest and waiting for the next move. 

“Okay,” He smiles, “see this is good,” His hands coast up your thighs, his long fingers dipping under the edge of Yunho’s shirt to find more of your skin, he strokes softly, “you feel nice.” 

“So do you,” You shuffle forwards a little, locking yourselves a little closer together. 

His hands run over your body to soothe you, and he finally murmurs, “Can I kiss you?” 

“Mhm,” You can feel the way you’re trembling. 

Mingi draws you down to him slowly, checking every little thing with you down to the placement of his hands. It should be awkward, but it isn’t. His lips finally brush yours, soft and full, tentative at first. His hand on your back slips lower, and you press forwards to kiss him more deeply. 

“Mm,” You sigh, “this is nice,” 

“Mhm,” He catches your mouth again, this time probing your mouth with his tongue, dragging along yours and exhaling warm against you. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, and he sits up a little straighter, drawing your bodies more closely together. As your hips shift forwards, you feel the telltale hardness brushing between your legs and shudder against him, your hips rolling on their own to catch the feeling again. 

His hands lock over your hips, dragging you up and back again, and he releases a tight groan into your mouth, “God,” he sighs, “you feel so good,” 

“I know,” You gasp as he kisses across your cheek, finding your ear and nipping the lobe between his teeth, “I can’t believe it,” 

“Ouch,” He chuckles, kissing down the length of your neck, letting your head drop back into his palm. 

“I didn’t mean,” You start to say, but he drags your hips again and you moan, sharp and broken. 

“Pretty,” Mingi sucks on your pulsepoint. 

You don’t even hear the shower turning off in the background or Yunho entering the room, but you feel it when the bed shifts under you and your eyes flutter back open. 

“Hey,” He watches Mingi continue kissing your neck, and brushes his fingers down your back, “good so far?” 

“Yeah,” You sigh, breathless, “come over here,” 

He crosses to the other side of the bed, redressed in sweats and a white tank top, his hair damp and mussed like he had just rubbed a towel through it. 

“Mingi,” You shudder, pushing him back a little, “easy,” 

“Sorry,” He smiles, dipping forward to kiss you quickly before dropping back to the headboard. When he does, his full erection is painfully obvious beneath the thin fabric of his shorts, and where it presses into your mound despite the fabric separating you skin to skin. 

“Yunho,” You reach for him, “kiss me?” 

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he leans over into your space, brushing his finger along your bottom lip. He’s smiling, easy and warm, and when you press your lips to his you see stars. 

Mingi’s hips jump a little beneath you, his cock brushing up against your clit and you moan softly against Yunho’s mouth. You can feel that they’re both restraining themselves a little, everyone getting more and more comfortable every kiss and touch of your bodies together. 

“Let’s take this off,” Yunho tugs at your shirt. 

“Let’s all do it,” Mingi suggests, and you break from Yunho’s mouth. You’re all gathered close now, close to the center of the bed and all brushing against each other in some way. Yunho and Mingi both reach for the bottom of their tops, and you follow suit. Once your shirt is tossed onto the floor alongside theirs you finally look back up. 

“You look so good,” Mingi groans, his eyes locked on your breasts where the black lace and mesh bra pushes them up and together. 

You’ve seen them both shirtless before, but never in this context, and you’re suddenly aware of the taut planes of their abdomens, their shoulders, defined pecs, muscular arms. Yunho brushes his fingers along your exposed back and smiles, “You’re so turned on right now, aren’t you?” 

You nod, breathless. 

His fingers coast up, dancing over your neck, “Can I take your hair down?”

“Sure,” You murmur, and he moves closer on his knees to gently remove the tie from your hair. 

“Mm,” Mingi reaches for you, his thumb brushing over your clothed nipple, “you are,” 

You gasp softly, your hips shifting, and Yunho drops his hand to your other breast, kneading it in his broad hand before pressing gently over your hardened nipple, “Feel good?” 

“Uh-huh,” You nod, and Yunho drops his lips to your shoulder. 

“Do these match?” Mingi pulls the hem of your sweatpants down, revealing the top of your black panties and sighs pleasantly, “Of fucking course they do,” 

“I was trying to get laid,” You smile. 

“You’re getting laid,” Yunho comments. 

“True,” 

“Mingi, can I take her?” Yunho’s hands spread over your thighs, his lips still shifting over your shoulder. 

“Yeah,” Mingi nods, his mouth hanging open as he watches Yunho touch you. 

Yunho shifts back, and secures you in his hands, lifting you off Mingi’s lap and dragging you closer. “Come right here, baby,” 

The pet name is so unexpected you make a soft noise, letting him move your body how he wants you. In a moment he has you shifted, your body over his lap and a hand between your shoulder blades pressing your front down flat against the mattress. 

“Oh fuck,” You squirm a little but he holds you steady, “Yunho,” 

He rests a wide palm over one ass cheek, unmoving, just resting there with the promise of what was to come. “Before we start,” He murmurs, “please just keep talking to me, tell me what’s good or if it’s too much,” 

“Wait,” You shift, “let me up a second,” 

Yunho’s hands are off you in a moment, and you pull yourself off his lap. “Both of you, come here,” 

Yunho and Mingi shift close, and you nod, “Do you know the color system?” 

“I’ve heard of it,” Mingi notes. 

“Same, but,” Yunho gestures for you to explain. 

“Okay,” You smile, “It’s an easy way to check in during, without having to totally pause things and double check. If you ask me color, I need to answer. Green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is hard stop. If I don’t answer, stop, make sure I’m okay.” 

“Got it,” Yunho nods, “that seems good.” 

“Make sure I’m verbal,” You squeeze both their hands, “and if I need you to stop immediately out of the blue I’ll use a safeword. I’ll say treasure, okay?” 

“Treasure,” Mingi repeats. 

“Are we good?” You check with them both. 

“Mhm,” Yunho reaches for you and smooths his hand down your back, slipping down to cup your ass, “are you good to start?” 

“Yeah,” You murmur, “is here good?” You ease yourself back down over his thighs, resting your cheek on the cool comforter and trying to find a good place for your hands. 

Yunho’s hands settle over you slowly, caressing you, “Yeah,” his voice is deeper, low and almost pitchy and beneath your stomach you feel his cock start to harden again. 

Yunho’s left hand splays out on your back again, pressing down to keep you pinned to the mattress, and with his right he tugs down the back of your sweatpants, cool air from the room making you shiver. 

He palms one cheek, caressing it and kneading it to get used to the feeling of your body under him, “Stay still for me,” he murmurs, and your stomach clenches. You’re pretty sure he has no idea what his words or his tone are doing to you, but you sigh and let your eyes drift shut. 

His hand lifts away, and you hold your breath. His hand comes down sharp, but not too firm, a slight sting and you make a small, pleased noise, but you can feel he’s taking it easy on you. You exhale slowly and he cranes over to see your face, relieved that you still look calm and relaxed. 

“I think you can go harder,” Mingi offers, and when you open your eyes you see him sitting by your head, watching over the scene. 

“Mhm,” Yunho coasts his hand down your ass again, and then tries again. This time he does strike you more firmly, and the sudden sting makes your body jolt, a tight gasp on your lips. 

“Okay?” Yunho massages the spot he struck. 

“Yes,” You nod, “that’s really good,” 

“More?” He asks. 

“Definitely,” You confirm, your back arching a bit to angle your ass up. 

“Alright,” he sighs, “here we go,” 

It’s sweet how careful he’s being, slowly increasing his pace and making sure you’re feeling good, but you can feel he’s nervous, despite his increasing hard on pressing into your belly. Yunho’s hand on your back tenses, and the drop of his hand against your ass this time breaks a sharp moan from your lips, your body jerking, fingers tight in the comforter beneath you. 

“Color?” Yunho asks, his voice a little hesitant as he massages your backside. 

“Green,” You sigh, “so fucking green,” 

Mingi chuckles, “Damn,” 

“One more,” Yunho murmurs, and you wonder if he even knows how much of a natural he is at this. 

The measured spank jolts you forward and you hiss pleasantly, your muscles clenching and fluttering. Mingi’s hand slides over Yunho’s, taking over the spot on your ass and the heat from his hand against your tingling skin has you moaning softly. 

“Can I try?” Mingi squeezes you, “Would that be okay, babe?” 

You smile, eyes opening again to find his face. You’ve always loved the way Mingi gives you pet names, but ‘babe’ in this context makes you feel nothing but overwhelming comfort and fluttering anticipation. “Please, Mingi,” You sigh. 

Yunho holds your hip, and Mingi delivers a punishing spank, harder than Yunho and sharper, and a cry bubbles from your lips, your body curling so you can hide your face in the sheets. 

“Did I hurt you?” He coasts a hand up your spine. 

“God, no,” You sigh, your voice a little strained whine, “I need more,” 

Mingi’s hand brushes through your hair affectionately, and you feel Yunho shift under you before he says, “I’m taking these off you, okay?” His fingers tug at the top of your panties. 

“Yeah,” You nod, “okay,” 

Yunho pulls down, sliding your panties down along with your sweatpants. “y/n,” He sighs, stroking your skin from the back of your exposed thighs to your ass, tracing over your skin, “you have a perfect ass,” 

“Oh, shut up,” You sigh, smiling wide. 

“I can’t,” He teases you, “I don’t lie to you, you know that. Mingi, don’t you agree?” 

Something is shifting in Yunho’s tone, and you feel his cock twitch against you once again. Mingi runs his own hand over your ass and squeezes, almost a pinch, “Completely perfect,” 

“Can I ruin it, baby?” Yunho squeezes hard and you gasp, “Are you ready to start?” 

You nod, almost frantic, “Please, please,” 

“You sound so pretty like that,” Yunho murmurs, “can you count for me?” 

“Mhm,” You nod against the comforter. 

Yunho massages one of your ass cheeks and when you feel his hand leave again, you find yourself holding your breath once more, the anticipation leaving you buzzing. It’s the hardest he’s hit you yet, and you choke out a moan, your hips rolling on their own. 

“One,” You sigh. 

He lifts his hand and drops it again, the same intensity as before and you moan again, jerking out your hand and gripping down hard on Mingi’s thigh where he rests by your head, watching. “Two,” You manage. 

After two more, you’re shaking and Mingi rubs his hand across your back, “You’re doing so good, babe,” 

You don’t expect the way his words will make you feel, but his easy warmth and praise pulls a whimper from your lips and your hips jerk under Yunho’s massaging hand. 

“Did you like that?” Mingi brushes your hair back, “You like to know how well you’re taking your punishment?” 

Your fingers tighten on his thigh and your breath shortens, you can feel your body trembling and in their hands, “Say it again,” You sigh, your knees widening on the bed and effectively propping your hips up more. 

Mingi murmurs above you and you can’t make it out, but Yunho’s hand cracks down perfectly and you gasp out, “Five,” 

“So good,” Mingi drops down a kiss on your shoulder and brushes your back, “you’re so good for us.” 

Yunho massages your cheek again, but you feel him pause and then he sighs, “You’re so wet,” 

He’s still for a minute, and you twist back to look at him over your shoulder, “Am I?” 

“You really like this,” He smiles, his hand sliding between your legs, his fingertips extremely gently coasting up the length of your slit, gathering evidence of your arousal on his fingers before lifting his hands and showing you. His fingers glisten, and as he draws his middle and index fingers apart, a perfect clear string of slick wet stretches between his fingers. 

“Oh fuck,” Mingi breathes lowly. 

“This feels good, then?” Yunho rests his hand on your thigh. 

“So good,” You smile, a little dazed at the buzzing sensation of your skin and the way his fingers just casually swept a line through your folds, “you’re really good at this,” 

“I’ll get better with some practice,” he smiles, “but I feel like I know how you like it now,” 

“With practice?” You smirk at him. 

“Listen,” He laughs, massaging your cheek again and caressing your hip, “anytime you want to let me touch you, I’ll take it.” 

“Noted,” You chuckle. 

“Do you want more?” He asks, his voice a little softer. 

“I want Mingi,” You look up to him, “I want you to touch me,” 

“God,” Mingi groans, “I thought you’d never ask,” 

“Here,” Yunho reaches under you and helps lift you off his lap. Standing, you push your sweats and panties all the way off, pulling your socks off too as you do, and reach behind you to unclasp your bra. 

“Somebody better get naked with me,” You unhook and let the straps fall off your shoulders. 

“I got you,” Mingi stands, dropping his shorts and boxers in one smooth motion. 

“Oh,” You breathe, catching sight of his erection. He’s so much bigger than anyone you’ve ever slept with, thick and lengthy, and you had an inkling that might be true but seeing him now sends a throb straight to your core. 

Yunho smirks at your reaction, clearly not surprised by Mingi’s size, so you assume they’ve seen each other naked before. He tugs off his sweatpants, smiling at the wet spot on his thigh from where your core was pressing down on him during the spanking. When you see Yunho, you’re equally as surprised. If you were measuring, you think Mingi might be a little bigger, but you’d be splitting hairs. Between the two of them, you’ve never felt smaller. 

“What?” Yunho smiles, aware of your reaction to both of them. 

“You’re both…” You swallow tightly, gesturing towards them. 

“I think she’s impressed,” Mingi grins. 

“Oh my god,” You roll your eyes, “I mean, yes, but also please take it easy with me later. You’re a lot more than I’m used to,” 

“I think that’s a compliment,” Yunho quirks an eyebrow. 

“Are you going to join us?” Mingi asks, nodding towards your bra that you still are cupping to your chest. 

“Oh,” You nod, laughing, “yeah, well here goes nothing,” 

You cast the bra aside, watching it hit the floor, and then look back up to both of your best friends. Mingi sits on the edge of the bed, eyes studying your body, and he bites his lip, “Come here,” 

Yunho takes a seat next to him, and you shiver as you stand in front of them, finally fully naked and feeling more exposed than ever. Yunho brushes the back of his knuckles up your stomach, dragging his thumb along the curvature of your breast, “You’re so beautiful,” 

Mingi shifts forward, holding the small of your back in one wide palm and drawing you forward another step until your knees bump the edge of the bed in the few inches of space between them. “We’re so lucky,” Mingi breathes, dipping forwards and placing tender kisses along your chest, slipping down your breastbone. 

“Mm,” Yunho rubs a hand up your thigh, keeping his eyes on you, “I can’t believe we almost let you fuck someone else,” 

Your stomach tightens, breath short on your lips. 

“Can’t believe we’ve never done this before,” Mingi nuzzles your skin, and then nips his way across your breast to latch his mouth on one of your pebbled nipples. 

“Oh fuck me,” You breathe, holding onto his shoulder for support. 

“We plan to, baby,” Yunho’s hand shifts to your hip to hold you, before dipping forward alongside Mingi and taking your other nipple into his mouth. 

You moan, melting into their touch, savoring the way their tongues seem to sync up with steady flicks and sucks. Yunho leans on Mingi to get closer to you, and reaches around to keep massaging where he spanked you, soothing some of the lingering soreness here. 

“Please,” Your hand threads into Yunho’s hair, holding him to your chest, and he hums a little laugh, exhaling warm air across your skin. 

Mingi’s mouth disconnects from your nipple and you whine softly, but shiver as he continues kissing down your body, trading little licks and bites all the way down your stomach until he slips off the edge of the bed, dropping between your legs and tugging your body down to meet his mouth. 

“Oh!” You jerk when Mingi’s tongue first connects with your clit, and Yunho disconnects from your breast to look down and watch, growing harder still at the sight of you rocking your hips on Mingi’s face.

“Perfect,” Yunho cups your cheek, “is Mingi making you feel good, baby?” 

Nothing but a whine leaves you and Mingi’s broad hands pull you down further so he can devour you, the sound of him working your sopping core nothing but a mix of lewd wet sounds and his pleasant little moans. 

“I got you,” Yunho catches you as you start to fall forwards, pleasure spiking up your body. He reaches around you again, palming your ass and dipping his head again to catch your nipple between his teeth and you pant out a moan. 

You don’t expect him to spank you again, but when his palm comes down fast and sharp against your cheek again, you could swear your legs stop working. The sound that leaves you is desperate and keening, and you grip onto any part of Yunho that you can. 

“You want to come?” Yunho slaps you again and your nails dig into his shoulder. 

“Yes, yes,” You rock your hips again, Mingi’s nose bumping your clit perfectly as he shifts against you. 

“You want to come all over Mingi’s face?” Yunho drags you up so he can murmur in your ear. 

“Oh, fuck,” You drop a hand to Mingi, lacing  your fingers into his sandy hair. 

Yunho spanks you again, harsh and punishing and you jerk against Mingi’s tongue, sparking hot pleasure through your core. “Listen to you begging,” He kisses your cheek, breathing hot in your ear. 

Your belly fills with thick knots, pressure dropping inside you, “Fuck, fuck,” You can’t help yourself now, your hips rolling against Mingi’s tongue as he sucks your clit, “I’m so close,” 

Yunho drops one more spank, and you fall further onto his chest, groaning and your legs starting to tremble. “My baby wants to come?” 

Your words fall incoherent, and you’re gasping, sure that you’re close, reaching for the edge of your orgasm, and then it all fades. Mingi disconnects his mouth, sliding out from under you, and Yunho gathers you into his arms to keep you from dropping. 

“What are you doing,” Your brain spins. 

“Edging you,” Yunho chuckles against your hair, “don’t you remember?” 

“Here,” Mingi’s hands coast up your waist, “lay her down for me,” 

Yunho lifts you, sliding you into the center of the bed, “Here?” 

“Perfect,” Mingi drops down to lay between your legs immediately, spreading them wide and hooking your legs over his shoulders before he lazily starts sucking on the flesh of your inner thighs. 

“Mingi,” Your hips buckle, “touch me again,” 

“Mm,” He shakes his head, licking some of your wet arousal off your inner thighs, “not yet,” 

Yunho cuddles up above you, drawing your arms up away from your sides and coasting his hands up and down them, “How do you feel?” 

“Perfect,” You sigh. 

“I’m going to keep you right here, okay?” You almost forgot this was part of the arrangement, but when Yunho drops his weight over your arms that are canted by your head, you gasp, “I’ll make sure Mingi can give you everything you need.” 

He nuzzles the side of your face, kissing along your neck and collarbones, and letting more of his weight drop on your arms. “How’s this? I’m not hurting you, am I?” 

“No,” You assure him, the pleasant weight of him heavy but not unbearable. 

You’re watching Yunho’s face when you feel Mingi press a close lipped kiss to the top of your mound, just above your swollen clit, and you gasp, pulling slightly against Yunho’s arms as you twist to look down between your legs. Mingi is looking up at you with an easy sated gaze, his chin wet and his hair an absolute haystack, blush across his cheeks. 

“Fuck, you’re hot,” You exhale, almost to yourself, and Yunho chuckles in your ear. 

“Should I touch you again?” Mingi strokes the edge of your slit with the tip of his finger and you jerk. 

“Jesus,” Your hips roll, seeking more of his touch, “please, come on, please,” 

“I have never heard you sound like that,” Yunho kisses your neck again, focusing his efforts on keeping you blushy from his gentle touches alone. 

Mingi sinks a finger into you, pressing deep until his knuckles are flush with your opening and you shudder, moaning tight and trying to work your hips. 

“Mingi,” Yunho interrupts just as Mingi starts to pump his hand, “hold her open, use your mouth again,” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice, and before you know it Mingi has you tipped back and open wide, his hands on the backs of your thighs folding you open and anchoring you down to the bed. He shuffles up to his knees, and dives forwards like you’re a meal. 

The feeling of his tongue flicking along either side of your clit has you jerking in their grasp, struggling against their weight but making not an inch of difference. 

Yunho brushes the hair back from your sweat slick forehead and nuzzles your cheek with his nose, his voice dropping low, “Where are you trying to go, baby?” 

All you can manage is a strained whine, Mingi delivering a pointed suck to your nub. 

“We’ll give you what you need,” Yunho pushes your head to the side with a push of his face against yours and starts to kiss down your jaw again, “you’ll be so ruined for anyone else,” 

“Oh, fuck,” You shudder under their hands. 

“You think you can take us, y/n?” You never knew Yunho could be quite like this. 

“Yes, yes,” You clamp your eyes shut, focusing solely on the feeling of them pinning you, and Mingi’s mouth taking you apart. 

Yunho’s arm shifts, and his hand spreads wide over your stomach, but still effectively pinning your arm down with his shoulder and elbow. “I haven’t even touched you yet,” He sucks on your throat. 

“Yunho!” Your body locks but you can’t curl into yourself, you’re just stuck under their heavy weight. 

“That’s right,” He pets your skin, “say my name if you want me to make you come, baby,” 

“Ah!” Your head twists back, your hands grasping for anything but finding nothing but air, and Mingi pushes the hot length of his tongue inside you, “Mingi, baby, fuck, fuck,” 

Yunho groans, “Beg him,” 

“Mingi, please,” You pant, your body vibrating with pleasure and so close to snapping, “please let me come,” 

“Are you coming baby?” Yunho presses down your stomach with his hand, long fingers resting just above your mound. 

“I’m,” You’re quivering, “I’m, yes, I’m,”

“Stop,” Yunho says and Mingi’s mouth lifts away from you once more. 

Hot tears bubble up in your eyes, your hips rocking on their own trying to feel anything. You cry out, desperately aching, throbbing and sore, needing release so badly now that you could scream. 

Mingi’s hands release your legs and he crawls above you a bit, “Color, babe?” 

You swallow, trying to come back into your body. 

“Hey,” Yunho nudges you slightly, “Can you say a color for us or should we stop?” 

You sigh heavily, “Green,” 

“Good,” Mingi cups your breast while he watches you recovering, fingers idly toying with your nipple. 

You shudder under his hands, “I can’t,”

“Can’t what?” Yunho can’t seem to stop kissing you, addicted to his lips and tongue on your skin, “can’t come?” 

“I can’t take any more,” You shake your head. 

“Are you sure?” He murmurs, and his fingers slip over the curve of your cunt and land tightly on either side of your clit. 

You shake your head, frantic, “No, no,” 

“No?” He loosens his touch, but doesn’t stop exploring you, running his finger up and down your sensitive bud, “You feel like you need it to me,” 

“I don’t, I’m,” You mutter, not even sure where you’re going with your sentence, distracted fully by the feeling of his warm finger dipping in and out of your wetness. 

“Mingi,” Yunho murmurs, looking up to his friend, “can you help me hold her open?” 

“Uh-huh,” He hikes your legs back again, folding you and opening you, presenting your glistening folds to both of them. 

“It’s time to come,” Yunho says, husky in your ear, “you’ve been so good and so patient,” 

You jerk under him, his fingers pushing harder suddenly and picking up the pace. If they weren’t holding you, you’re sure you’d be twisted up into a ball, fighting the overstimulated feeling of his hot fingers working you so quickly. 

“Ah,” You arch futility, “Yunho, Yunho,” 

“I can’t hear you,” He kisses your mouth hard, before delivering a quick slap to your clit. It’s nothing like spanking, much more like a pointed pat, but given how close you’ve been all night and how raw you feel, you cry out with a sob. 

“Yunho!” You choke, just a little louder. 

“That’s right,” He croons, moving his fingers more quickly now. 

You nearly scream when Mingi gets back involved, slipping two fingers deeply inside you and working them in and out of you to match Yunho’s fast pace. 

You’re raw, the bubble that’s been threatening to burst all night building in intensity, blood rushes in your ears, and you can feel them touching you, holding you down and open, begging you to come, and then you do. Your orgasm hits hard, locking every part of you up, and leaving your legs shaking underneath their hands.

“Oh fuck,” Mingi kisses your hip as he watches you come, “just like that, yes, babe,” 

You might black out, that’s the sudden thought that overtakes your brain as you crack open, “Stop, stop, god, please,” 

Yunho lifts his fingers, pushes Mingi’s hand out of your heat, and shifts up off your arms to take the pressure off you. Mingi drops your legs, and everything is hazy, but you feel them shifting, moving to lay on either side of you and stroke your slick skin. 

“You okay in there?” Yunho chuckles, kissing your hair. 

You manage a nod, but let your eyes stay closed, your body feeling incredibly soft and disconnected, your heart that was pounding a moment ago slowing to a flutter. 

Mingi huffs a laugh and lays his hand across your stomach, “She’s still shaking,” 

“Mhm,” Yunho murmurs. 

“I’m guessing it was good,” Mingi kisses your shoulder. 

When you don’t respond you can hear them chuckling together and Yunho sidles closer, “Just relax,” he kisses your hair again, “rest a second,” 

In a warm haze, you drift. 

“I thought this might be weirder than it is,” Yunho says, and it’s the first thing you hear as your brain starts to reconnect. You’re still caught in a fog, like you’re underwater after a particularly hard nap, but sensation starts to return. Their voices, the shift of the bed, the sound of the fan. 

“With me, you mean?” Mingi asks. 

“All of it,” Yunho says, his voice still low and quiet, “but yeah, with you.” 

“I don’t know,” Mingi says and you can almost see him shrugging, “I’ve seen your dick before, it’s not that weird.”

Yunho laughs a little and you realize they’re not touching you, but their voices are close, “I guess that’s true,” he says, “but you’ve got to admit, this is a little more than that.” 

“Yeah,” 

“Not bad though,” Yunho adds. 

“It’s kind of hot,” Mingi admits. 

“Mm,” He softly agrees. 

“The way you talked to her,” Mingi clears his throat lightly, “that was something else,” 

“She seemed into it,” Yunho murmurs, “and I don’t know, it was hotter watching you take care of her than I expected,” 

Mingi laughs softly and you feel the mattress shift, “God,” he sighs, “I always thought she was beautiful, but, damn,” 

“I know,” You feel Yunho’s gentle touch stroking up your spine. 

Mingi shifts again and you hear him groan softly, “Fuck, the minute she touches me, I’m not going to last,” 

“Same,” Yunho sighs, “I’m dying over here,” 

Your body is starting to wake up, stiff in your current position on your side, and you stretch an arm up, a light sigh on your lips. 

“Hey,” Yunho murmurs, stretching on his side to come close, and you feel his warmth radiating against your back, the weight of his cock dropping on your thigh. 

You sigh, murmuring something, stretching and trying to make it up to the surface. Mingi snuggles closer to your front, his fingertips tracing down your cheek, “Babe,” he murmurs low, “it’s time to get up,” 

“Hmm?” You stretch again, your hand connecting with Mingi’s chest, and you suddenly feel how close you are to both of them. 

Yunho’s hand on your hip slips lower, cupping your belly as he rocks his hips, dragging the hot length of his cock over your ass, “We need you, baby,” 

Mingi palms your breast, rolling your nipple and you stutter out a soft moan as your eyes start to open. “Fuck,” Mingi breathes, tweaking your nipple again to elicit the same sound. 

When your brain finally surfaces, everything becomes clear and actualized, and you realize your best friend is kissing you, his hot tongue in your mouth and his hands running across your body, and your other best friend is pressed flush against your naked back, just barely thrusting to drag his cock over your skin. 

Panic lances through you and you pull back, straight into Yunho’s chest. 

“Babe?” Mingi’s brow furrows. 

“Oh my god,” You reach back and feel Yunho’s naked body behind you, “not a dream,” 

Mingi laughs silently, dropping his head down to the comforter as if what you’ve said is the funniest joke he’s ever heard. 

“I must be insane,” You breathe, dropping onto your stomach and hiding your face in the sheets, letting the curtain of your hair hide you, “I can’t believe I asked you to do those things to me,” 

“Why?” Mingi asks, sobering. 

“I wasn’t thinking straight,” You groan into the mattress. 

Yunho kisses your shoulder and you tense, but his hands massage down your back and try to ease your tension, “You’re allowed to want to experiment, you know,” he kisses your skin again, “and you’re allowed to want us too, don’t be embarrassed now,” 

“You were amazing,” Mingi murmurs, “so sexy, and so perfect, don’t be shy,” 

With a shaky sigh you ease out of your hiding place, letting them draw you up to turn over again on your back, “I’m just having a moment of post orgasm clarity, I think,”

“Are you realizing that we just gave you the best orgasm of your life, or?” Mingi teases, running his fingers along your chest. 

“Mingi,” You elbow him, but not too hard, and he grins at you. 

“Was it what you wanted?” Yunho asks, cupping your face and bringing your gaze to his. 

You nod against his palm, “I knew it would feel good, but that,” 

“So you liked it?” Mingi smiles. 

“A lot,” You squeeze his hand. 

Yunho bites his lip, eyes flicking over you, “You know,” he murmurs, “there’s still more on your list.” 

You twitch under him, “Yeah,” 

“I just think,” Yunho shifts up, widening your legs and easing himself down on top of you, hovering there, “you need to come some more,” 

“She does,” Mingi nods and pushes your hair back from your forehead, “coming one time isn’t very overstimulated, is it babe?” 

“Oh,” You look between them. 

“But,” Yunho murmurs, his voice dropping lower again, “I need something too,” 

“Tell me,” Your eyes lock on his as he lowers down further, holding your gaze as he shifts his hips down, and you feel his hard cock settle between your legs, notching between your folds, “do you want us to fuck you? Or just help you come?” 

You open your mouth to answer, but he rocks his hips, dragging his cock along your wet center and still aching clit, and you moan, breathy and tight. 

“You don’t know?” Yunho rocks again, “because I think you want me inside you.” 

“Fuck, Yunho,” You grip onto him, “yes, yes,” 

“You might be too tiny for me,” He pauses, looking down at where your bodies are connected, “I don’t know if you can take me,” 

“I think she should try,” Mingi jumps back in, reaching between you to softly brush his fingertips over your nipples. 

“I want it,” You nod, “please, I want you both,” 

“Eager,” Mingi nips your shoulder with his teeth. 

“Don’t make me wait,” You roll your hips and grind yourself up, moaning at the contact. 

“Stay right here for me,” Yunho dips to kiss you once, hard, and then rolls away and gets off the bed, digging through his nightstand. 

“What are you doing?” You push up on your elbows. 

“Looking for,” He trails off, still searching until he finds a clear bottle, “this,” 

“Oh,” 

“Let’s just make this part as easy as we can,” Yunho kneels on the bed, shuffling back towards you and pops open the cap. He spreads a moderate amount of lubricant over his shaft, sighing as his hand works over his red and tender cock. 

You turn towards Mingi as Yunho starts to move back over you, “Come up here,” 

He follows your hand movement, and settles on his knees by your head, hissing when your hand closes around his stiff cock. “Babe,” He groans, “fuck,” 

“I want you too,” You tell him, “but you deserve some attention now,” 

“Baby,” Yunho murmurs as he settles, “open up,” 

You spread your legs wider, angling up for him and he leans in to give you a warm kiss before holding you steady and dipping low. He presses inside you painfully slowly, cognizant of his size and your earlier apprehension. The feeling of him is all encompassing, striking a spike of pleasure up your body. 

“How’s that feel?” He murmurs, pressing further but not yet flush with your hips. 

“Really fucking good,” You sigh, your hand still lazily working Mingi as you adjust to the sensation. 

“You’re so tight,” He groans, trying to keep himself in check from just losing himself and thrusting into you fully. 

His movements turn into slow rocking thrusts, each shift getting him deeper and deeper inside you, but he pauses. You’re already getting back to breathless, but you look up, “What’s wrong?” 

“Can you shift up?” He reaches under you and cups your ass, drawing your body in the direction he needs. 

You push up with your core, trying to meet him, “Like that?” 

He thrusts again, experimental and controlled, and nods, his eyes slipping closed for a moment. He resumes his pace, but he’s stretching you wide and his cock starts to almost uncomfortably bump the wrong spots inside you. 

“Yunho, stop,” Your hand finds his hip and he stutters to a stop. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah,” Your hand leaves Mingi’s cock as you try to shift under Yunho but you shake your head, “can we try a different position?” 

“Am I hurting you?” He pulls out completely, rocking back on his knees and reaching for your hands. 

“No,” You assure him, “it just doesn’t feel right,” 

“Try you on top,” Mingi suggests, taking your hand and letting you use him as an anchor to pull yourself up, “trust me.” 

Yunho smirks and drops down onto his back, “No complaints here,” 

You pinch his side and move to straddle him, “You just want me doing all the work,” 

“Oh no,” Yunho grins, “I just want to see you better,” 

A nervous thrill flutters up your body and you start to lift yourself up, bracing with both hands on his chest as you line his cockhead up with your entrance and start to descend. Your body accepts him easily now that you’re not twisted up in a tight position, and you sink down fully until you're pressed flush together. 

Yunho’s mouth drops open, his hands tightening on your thighs and he groans, “Fuck, don’t move,” 

“That good?” You tease him lightly. 

“If you move I’ll come,” He sighs, “hold on,” 

His eyes are locked closed and you love the look on his face, desperately concentrating, so you decide to test the waters. With a small shift, you lift up just a bit and sink back down, watching as Yunho grits his teeth and shakes his head. “Yeah?” You tease him, moving upwards again. 

Mingi catches you in his arms and you make a small noise of surprise, you had almost forgotten he was right next to you both, only now he’s holding you completely still. Yunho’s eyes open, watching as Mingi slides behind you, his hands locked on your hips. 

He straddles Yunho’s thighs, sitting up high so that your back is flush with his chest, his own hard erection trapped between his abdomen and your ass. He reaches down, pulling your hands up off Yunho’s chest so that you can sit up tall with him, and he closes your arms tight to your chest, wrapping his arms around you so that you’re fully controlled, unable to move out of his grip or shift higher or lower on Yunho’s cock. 

“Don’t tease him,” Mingi kisses your temple, “none of us want this to be over too quickly,” 

You’re struck by how true it is. You have no idea how much time has passed since you walked back in the door of their apartment, but you don’t care. You don’t want to move, you just want them. 

“Hold her,” Yunho says, “okay?” 

“I’ve got her,” Mingi squeezes your arms and drops a kiss on the top of your head, “she’s not going anywhere.” 

“Fuck,” You sigh, “please, move, I’m begging you,” 

Yunho’s hands slide from your thighs up to your hips, and you feel him shifting beneath you. He thrusts up, hard and steady, and a shaky whine rips from your lips. The feeling you were chasing lighting up your spine, and you jerk in Mingi’s grasp but he keeps you still. 

“You’re going to come on my cock,” Yunho thrusts again, setting his pace, “and then Mingi’s going to use you too, tiny,” 

“Please,” Your head drops back on Mingi’s chest and you sigh, feeling pulled apart in every direction. 

“Mingi,” Yunho groans, “tell her what we’re going to do,” 

“You want to know, babe?” He slides his arms to fit you against him more snuggly, one hand dropping over your belly. 

“Mm,” You moan, struggling to speak, nothing in your mind but the steady drum beat of Yunho’s cock opening you wide.

“You’re gonna sit right here and take it,” Mingi drops his head to kiss your shoulder, tracing up towards your neck, “no matter what you say,” 

“Mingi!” You shudder in his hold. 

Your eyes fly wide when you suddenly feel Yunho’s fingers dipping between you, his thumb finding your clit and massaging quick circles as he pants and keeps up his pace. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Yunho groans again as your muscles clamp down on him, “I want to feel you come,” 

“Baby,” You whine, your head lolling onto Mingi’s forearm where it wraps around your front, biting down on him softly. 

“Shit,” He stammers out, his hand tight on your upper arm, and he bucks his hips up to drag his cock over your ass, desperate for some friction of his own. 

Everything inside you starts to draw tight, a cord being stretched between them, taut like a wire and your body starts to tremble. 

“I’m close,” You hear Yunho groan. 

Your brain starts firing, and you jerk in Mingi’s arms but he holds you down. Yunho moans and rubs you faster, and from the way he’s panting beneath you, you know he’s a second away. 

“Take his come,” Mingi says with his lips to your ear, “be good,” His hand over your abdomen presses down, and between that and his words, you feel your walls start to spasm. 

Yunho’s fingers on your clit falter, and he pumps his hips twice more before groaning, locking his hips up inside you as he spills his release, his head rocking back against the pillows as he rides it out, his body grinding up into yours for just a little bit more. 

“No- ah!” You’re about to say more but Mingi takes over, working your clit hard and fast until your orgasm crashes into you - the hot feeling of Yunho’s come inside you, Mingi’s words, the feeling of being caught between them. You’re a mess, jerking your hips into Mingi’s hand and Yunho hisses, pulling out of you fast and collapsing down beneath the two of you as Mingi brings you through the haze of your orgasm. 

You spasm and jerk, muttering and moaning, Yunho’s release dripping out of your abused core. 

“I need you,” Mingi finally snaps, capturing your mouth as best he can before he shuffles back off Yunho and drags you along with him. 

You make a stunned noise, dizzy as Mingi forces you down onto your stomach, flattening you out and pushing your legs open. 

“Oh!” You twist in the sheets, looking back for him and catching Yunho’s gaze. 

“Shh, shh,” Mingi reaches across for the bottle of lube and you hear the cap open and then snap shut. 

He presses into you quickly, thrusting down with one smooth motion and the combination of being worked open by Yunho, and the mix of lubricant and slick fluids inside you make it easy. 

He lays himself down over you, his lips peppering over your shoulders as he starts to thrust, and he finds your hands again to pin your wrists down flat to the mattress. “My turn,” He sighs. 

“Mingi,” You stammer, moaning out a plea, but for what you don’t know. 

“I’m right here,” His kisses are fast and wet, desperate across your back, frantic across the side of your face he can get to, “I’m right here, can’t you feel it?” 

You can’t manage anything but a stifled moan. 

He’s shaking above you, and he collapses down more, his weight bearing down into you in the most perfect way - you feel everything now, every huff of breath, every shift of his hips, and you can hear yourself begging him. 

He leans his head hard against yours and moans, “My perfect, tight, little pussy,” 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” His words make you scramble, your body tensing beneath him. 

“I’m gonna fill you up,” He kisses you hard, his hand sinking into your hair now to hold your head steady, “I know you want it,” 

“Please,” You shudder under him, “don’t.” The promise of it gets you closer, faster, the build up inside you undeniable now. 

He locks his hips down, the word on your lips making him pause his chest heaving against your back and sweat dripping across his brow. 

You can’t see him, but Yunho’s voice cuts through crystal clear, “Color, baby?” 

“Green!” You push your hips back into Mingi’s, begging him to keep going. 

He picks up his pace again and shifts forwards above you just a little, the angle change puts his cockhead in the perfect position to press again and again into your g-spot and you curl under him, a wet moaning mess of yourself. 

“Don’t what?” He dips back into the scene, “don’t give you what you need?” 

“M-Mingi,” You stammer, and his left hand that is closed over your forearm slides up to enclose your hand, twining your fingers together, “you can’t,” 

“Mmhm,” He nips at your skin, kisses you hard, finds your shoulder again and bites down, frantic and anamalistic in how much need he’s pouring into you, “I’ll fuck you full,” He promises, “I know what you need.” 

The orgasm that hits you now is fully unexpected, no telltale pressure or warm fluttering, just a sudden clap of pleasure and he holds you through it, adjusting his position to fuck you faster and prolong it, dropping his mouth so close to your ear you can feel his breath and the ghost of his lips on your skin. He makes you a pretty promise, “Take my baby, beautiful, for me, do it for me,” 

Everything falls apart.

Mingi moans against your hair, pressing deep inside you as he comes, shaking and murmuring softly. When the whiteout of your brain finally starts to fade, Mingi is still clinging onto you, but he’s pulled out and dropped off onto his side. He has you gathered close, spooning you against his chest with his arms wrapped around you like you might fade away. 

As you blink your eyes open, Yunho smiles warmly and slides closer, finding your lips so he can kiss you tenderly, soft and sweet now. 

“How are you feeling?” He nuzzles you gently, shifting even closer and pinning Mingi’s arms between you. 

“I don’t even know,” You sigh, “perfect, maybe?” 

“I know what you mean,” He kisses you again, stroking your cheek. 

Mingi pulls his arm free and reaches further, slipping around Yunho now so he can tug him forwards and sandwich you all together fully, body to body and legs tangled up below you. Yunho, ever the cuddler, wraps his arm around Mingi too. 

“Is it weird to say that this feels really right?” You murmur, letting your lips rest on Yunho’s chest. 

“No,” Mingi answers first, “it does,” 

“Is that crazy?” You ask softly. 

“It probably should be,” Yunho drops a kiss on your hair, “but it’s not.” Yunho shifts a little, enough so that he can look down and see your face, brushing his fingers through your hair, “Is it stupid to say it feels like we were always supposed to end up here?” 

“No,” You shake your head, “it’s not.”

“I’ve never been this close with anyone,” Mingi murmurs, “never in my whole life.” 

“Me either,” Yunho looks up at him. 

“Yeah,” You nod in agreement, leaning back into Mingi a bit, “I’m so glad I stayed.” 

Mingi nuzzles into you, “We can keep trying things,” he says, “if you liked it, we can keep going.” 

“Did you?” You ask them, finding Yunho’s hand so you can interlock your fingers and kissing Mingi’s arm where it wraps over you. 

“More than I thought,” Yunho confesses, “a lot more.” 

“Me too,” Mingi offers. 

You relax completely at that, the warm knowledge that it wasn’t just for you or for show, they wanted you the way you wanted them. “Let’s not stop then, we can keep it casual,” 

“Mhm,” Mingi kisses you again, “just sex between very hot best friends.” 

“Exactly,” You chuckle. 

Yunho sighs heavily and smiles, “I’ll be honest,” he says, “I love that I won’t have to worry about you meeting up with some guy,” 

“I might some day,” You nudge him. 

“Right,” He nods, “but at least then you’ll know what you want and what your limits are.” 

“I don’t want to share,” Mingi interrupts, scooping you up closer, “you know how I am, I can be very possessive.” 

“Mhm,” You laugh, “but you’ll share me with Yunho?” 

“That’s different,” He says, his voice almost a bit of a pout in it. 

“Well don’t worry,” You murmur, “I’m not looking to hook up with anyone else right now, not anymore.”

“Good,” Yunho cups your cheek, fingers sinking into your hair, “I don’t really like to share either, I was just putting on a brave face.” 

You slap his chest softly and roll your eyes, “Sure, sure,” 

Yunho dips forward to kiss you again, tongue along your bottom lip, then coasting against yours, full of tender affection and comforting familiarity. When he breaks the kiss he smiles, “I’m going to go get us something to eat, I’m starving.” 

“Same,” Mingi groans. 

“Okay,” You murmur, watching as he rolls away, throwing on his boxers and stretching long and lean, throwing you a smile before padding out of the room. 

Mingi lets you turn in his arms and helps tug a blanket up over your bodies. He kisses you, slowly and incredibly gently, “You’re really okay with everything we did, right?” 

“Yeah?” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, “Aren’t you?” 

“I said some things to you,” He murmurs quietly, “and you said ‘don’t’ and I thought we were fulfilling one of your fantasies, but now… I’m not,” 

You press your fingers over his lips, shaking your head, “You did just what I wanted,” 

Relief clears his face, “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” You assure him, “and I said ‘green’,”

“You liked it, then?” He says softly, “You didn’t want to stop?” 

“I didn’t want to stop,” You say clearly for him, knowing his hesitation from earlier in the night must be creeping back in, his anxiety growing. 

“I’m just checking,” He kisses your fingertips and draws you in against his chest, “you know I’d never, ever hurt you.” 

“I know,” You let your eyes close, fading into the steady thump of his heart and his radiating warmth that envelopes you. You know he would do anything for you, over ten years of friendship he’s proven that over and over again still. Always careful with you, and loving with you, even before the thought of sex ever crossed either of your minds. You were, and are, lucky to have him even though you suspect he doesn’t realize just how special he is to you and Yunho both. 

You rest here until Yunho comes back, bright and full of energy again, sporting a tray of cut fruit and a bowl of strawberries. No one seems quite ready to get up, content to rest in bed for a little while longer. You relax together, laugh together, toss a piece of honeydew straight for Yunho’s chest when he makes a joke laden with innuendo. He feeds you a strawberry right back and tickles your ribs. After a while, the only options left are sleep or shower, and you’re about to suggest a shower when Mingi starts to press kisses down your skin once again. 

He’s been resting with his head in your lap, your fingers stroking through his hair, when you realize he’s been maneuvering the blankets back down. He hums softly as he kisses your bare legs, pushing one open so he can lick a stripe up your inner thigh with a pleasant sigh. 

“Mingi,” You murmur, “baby, what are you doing?” 

“I just want you one more time,” He sighs. 

You’re leaning back against Yunho’s chest, but you sit up a bit when he says it, “Mingi, I don’t think I can again,” You’re a little sore from having taken both of them, and the idea of doing it a third time makes you a little nervous. 

“Not me,” Mingi shakes his head, never lifting his lips, “I just want to taste you one more time,” 

You run a hand through his hair, smiling down, “You don’t have to do that,” 

“What if I want to?” He opens your legs wider, kissing closer and closer to your mound. 

“Come here,” Yunho tugs you back to rest on his chest in the crook of his arm, “just relax,” 

“Mhm,” Mingi blows a cool stream of air over your clit and you jump under him, “let me take care of you,” 

“Mingi,” You breathe, carding your fingers through his hair again. 

His tongue parts your folds slowly, and he groans as he tastes you again, licking lazy stripes up your slit. Yunho cuddles you closer, getting you into a comfortable reclined position and kissing your hair, softly running his fingertips over your nipples once again. 

They take their time with you, slow and patient. You rest weightless between them as they bring you up through a slow rolling orgasm, whispered words of tender praise on their lips. You all slip into tangled and exhausted sleep in Yunho’s bed. In the morning, you do it all over again. This time it’s Yunho’s tongue dipping deep inside you and Mingi’s cock sliding through your lips. They fuck you soft, and every time you think you’re going to make it out of bed they pull you back in. And you let them, again and again. 

end note: this is the first of four kinktober fics! every tuesday in october a new one will be posted.

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this. THIS. this was the best one yet.

i just don’t know how it keeps getting better each time. im down bad—

their gift (j.yh + p.sh)

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

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

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

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 11.2K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re met with silence. 

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

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

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

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

Darling - 

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

With love.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hwa,” Yunho groans. 

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

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

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

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

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

Yunho’s eyes flick to him. 

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

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

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

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

“Hardly,” He shakes his head. 

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

“A present for you both,” Seonghwa explains. 

“What’s the occasion?” Yunho smiles. 

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

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

Seonghwa shrugs, “Open your present,” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you like it?” He checks. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, your stomach knotting up at the anticipation. 

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

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

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

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

“I told you,” Seonghwa murmurs. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You moan, sharp pleasure striking through you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come,” He says, firm and even. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Such a pretty puppy,” He sighs. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” Seonghwa breathes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You moan sharply, your hips jerking. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Please,” you whine, “sir, please,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good fucking girl,” Yunho groans. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s alright,” Seonghwa soothes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m perfect,” You assure him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Already?” Seonghwa murmurs. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me?” Yunho smiles, “I don’t know,” 

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

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

Yunho nods, “What else?” 

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” You curse against his lips. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You swear?” Seonghwa teases. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm,” Yunho shakes his head, “no,” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Hwa,” Yunho glances at you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s it then,” He sighs. 

“Hwa,” Yunho looks between you both. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, sir?” You pant. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good enough for a treat?” Seonghwa asks. 

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

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

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

Yunho shudders, nodding, “Yes, puppy?” 

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

“Help you what?” He prompts you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s it,” He croons, “let go,” 

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

“Come, come,” Yunho chants. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yunho,” Seonghwa says. 

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

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

“Okay?” He checks. 

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

“So good,” Yunho sighs. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm,” You shake your head, “never,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hwa,” You breathe. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Just pure tears

and if i stay (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: sequel to room for three - a year has passed, and things are going well, until yunho watches watches another man flirt with you.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // i just can't stop thinking about husband yunhwa, so please have this absolute smutty and fluffy brain rot.

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, established yunhwa relationship, mmf, jealous!yunho, rough sex, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), rough oral, praise, gratuitous use of good girl, mean!yunho, double penetration, the return of the cute husbands - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 12.3K

my masterlist || read it on AO3 || part three; their gift

For the first thirty minutes though, it’s chaos. The gallery where the event is hosted is a labyrinth of contemporary art installations amid white lacquered walls, a maze of intellectuals and their cocktails standing between you and the much larger room where a small stage is erected for Seonghwa’s publisher to announce him, and for him to read a few passages from his new work. 

For the first thirty minutes though, it’s chaos. The gallery where the event is hosted is a labyrinth of contemporary art installations amid white lacquered walls, a maze of intellectuals and their cocktails standing between you and the much larger room where a small stage is erected for Seonghwa’s publisher to announce him, and for him to read a few passages from his new work. 

Like all things in your life, it goes slightly wrong at first before it goes right. Yunho is stuck in traffic, shooting off frantic texts to you about exactly how far he is and seeing what you can do to stall the event. You can feel Seonghwa’s nerves coming off him in waves when you finally make it back to him, pushing through the throng of people and past the empty stage to the quiet side room. He’s pacing, adjusting his tie again and again, and you know he’s having a hard time without the calm center that is his husband. 

“Seonghwa,” you murmur to him, standing in the doorway and hoping you don’t disturb. 

His head snaps up and you can see the way his hand is gripping a copy of his book, “Hey,” he says. 

“He’s on his way,” you assure him, “I just talked to him.” 

“On his way like he’s five minutes away or on his way like I still have to start this thing without him?” Seonghwa asks. 

“Somewhere in the middle,” you settle, “but he’s hurrying,” 

“He’ll get himself killed on the highway in that stupid car if he’s not careful,” Seonghwa sighs and tosses the book down onto the table, slumping back against it and resisting the urge to drag his hands through his hair. 

“You’re going to do so well, Hwa,” you step towards him, in his space now but not yet touching.

“Thank you,” he breathes, but he shakes his head, “I just do better when he’s here.” 

“I know,” you nod, and he lifts his eyes to meet yours. 

His leg bounces nervously and he sighs, heavy and sounding exasperated, “He keeps me calm, I always just look to him when I’m doing a reading,” 

“I know,” you repeat, soothing him. You reach out and rest your hand on his. 

He turns his hand over to interlace your fingers, his leg stilling, and he squeezes your hand as he takes deep breaths. Pulling his book back over with his free hand he flips it open to the bookmarked section, “Are you sure about this passage?” 

“Absolutely sure,” you reply without hesitation, “we all agreed that it sounded the best as a stand-alone,” 

“Right,” he nods, and you think back to two nights before, tangled up in bed together and pouring over his book to find just the right words for him to say. Yunho had stroked his lover's back with a steadying hand, giving him calm guidance and assurances. You know that’s what Seonghwa needs now, even though you also know the minute he’s on stage he’ll turn on the performance without hesitation. It’s just getting to the stage that’s the problem. 

“Do you want to read it out to me one more time?” You offer.

He silently skims the passage, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and he shakes his head, “No, no, I have it.” 

The sound of rushed footsteps is a sudden comfort – you were close to pulling Seonghwa up and convincing him to get out to the stage, but you know the presence behind you is Yunho before you even exhale out your sigh.

“Hey,” he sounds out of breath, and as you turn, Seonghwa stands and breaks his hand from yours. Yunho looks frazzled, his suit jacket a little wrinkled at the bottom, you suspect from laying on the back seat of his car instead of hanging in a garment bag like Seonghwa would have preferred. None of that really seems to matter now though, and Yunho finds his husband’s eyes, visibly relaxing when he does, “I’m so sorry – I’m, it, there’s no excuse, I’m sorry,” 

Seonghwa shakes his head and reaches for him, “It’s okay,” he sighs, long, letting Yunho pull him into a hug, “I just needed to see you before I went out there,”

“I know,” Yunho nods. 

In moments like this, even a year after you first bumped into them in the bar, you sometimes feel like you’re encroaching on their relationship. Yunho leans back from Seonghwa, holding his face, and dips forwards to kiss him, tender and slow. Seonghwa melts, leaning into Yunho’s chest and exhaling softly. 

When their lips part Yunho smiles, “I’ll be near the back wall on the left side, okay?” 

Seonghwa nods. 

“You’re going to be perfect,” Yunho soothes, his voice deep and warm, “and they’re going to love the book.” 

“Yeah,” Seonghwa nods, but you can hear the lack of confidence in it. His two previous releases, while received well, were done quietly. His book events in the past were small, private, and with much less fanfare, no stuffy literary critics ready to pass judgment. 

“Please,” Yunho rolls his eyes and you smile, “y/n and I are going to have to talk to a bunch of pseudo-intellectuals all night and pretend we care about… Sartre or whoever,” 

“Who would be talking about Jean-Paul Sartre at this?” Seonghwa laughs. 

Yunho rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “I don’t know but I wouldn’t put it past any of them,” 

“Okay, okay,” Seonghwa clears his throat and straightens up, “I’m ready,” 

Yunho smiles wide, leaning in to give him one more kiss, “I love you,” he assures him. 

“I love you too,” Seonghwa smiles, and you notice just how steady he is, calm and confident now that he’s had a moment to be grounded. He steps away and tucks the book under his arm, before reaching out for you and pulling you towards him. 

You stumble forwards in your heels with a squeak, but Seonghwa’s hands are sure, and he brings you in for a kiss. With a sigh as he pulls away he holds your eyes, “Thank you,”

“Always,” you squeeze his hand, “now get out there,” 

Seonghwa smooths down his jacket and disappears through the doorway to find his publisher and you turn to Yunho. He laughs immediately, “I think I’m parked illegally,” 

“Of course you are,” you grin and he reaches for your hand to pull you into his chest. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he sighs, wrapping his arms warmly around you, “how are you? You look beautiful,” 

“Good,” you nod, “I’ve just been running around today. Is everything alright with your client?” 

He makes a dismissive, irritated noise, “Fine, he just wouldn’t stop talking and the meeting ran over time, but it’s not like I can tell him to stop, he’s paying the firm a lot of money,” 

“Mm,” you nod, understanding completely, “but it’s okay, you made it.” 

“We should get out there,” he says as the sound of a mic being tapped echoes through the gallery and Seonghwa’s publisher starts speaking. 

“Let’s,” you agree, and Yunho dips for a quick kiss before stepping away. 

You head back out with him to the main space of the gallery, Yunho’s hand warmly positioned on your mid back, his thumb brushing along your bare skin where the dress dips low. You make it to the back corner just as Seonghwa is introduced and together you watch him step on stage. He’s dressed smartly, his suit fitting exactly, and where you once saw nerves you now only see cool confidence and a bit of swagger. 

When you glance at Yunho, you smile. He’s watching Seonghwa with awe, but you also recognize the glimmer of desire in his gaze seeing Seonghwa so commanding and you’re sure tonight is going to be a memorable one once you all make it out of here and back into bed. 

Seonghwa reads three passages, his voice honeyed, the enunciation of his work is crisp and paced. The room listens with rapt attention, making the right noises at the right parts, and when he finishes and closes the book there’s a long breath of silence. Nervously, you glance at Yunho, but his eyes are steady on Seonghwa, centered. 

The applause is sudden, and you watch Seonghwa light up at the fond reception, moving to thank everyone for coming into the microphone and telling them to enjoy the free drinks. It takes about three seconds for someone to notice Yunho as the crowd starts to break up, and before you know it he’s caught in a conversation with someone who wants to talk about how it feels to be married to such a promising young writer. 

You touch his arm gently, “I’ll grab us some drinks,” 

He gives you a grateful smile, and then turns back to his conversation. 

You slip away, weaving through the crowd to the open bar. Thankfully at these events, you’re still able to fly under the radar. While Yunho and Seonghwa don’t make an active effort to hide your relationship, they also don’t advertise. After months of casual sex, you’ve simply became a fixture in their lives. They liked you, much more than they would have assumed, and their routine of going out to find a new partner every few months disappeared. They kept you. But it’s still only been a year, and labels so far haven’t really felt necessary, so there’s no need to find a way to describe what you are to each other. 

When you finally make it up to the bar, you select two glasses of white wine and start to make your way back. Yunho is still in conversation with the person who interrupted you both before, so you slow to a stop. You’re not sure if you should let the conversation run its course or save him from the interaction, so you decide to give it a moment and see how it plays out. 

Standing between large panels of brightly colored canvas you wait, studying the splattered mix of colors before you. 

“Do you like the art?” A voice startles you out of your fixed gaze on the painting, and you turn towards it. 

“Excuse me?” You ask, seeing now the source of the question. A man stands to your left, and you take him in immediately. He’s handsome, if not a little rough around the edges looking, with smooth, tan skin and dark eyes. He’s dressed well, in a satiny black suit that closes at the front, a sliver of his bare chest visible at the base of his throat where the suit parts, and a fine delicate silver chain hangs from his neck, disappearing down his chest. His hair is sandy, long, and the right kind of messy. 

“Do you like the art?” He gestures with a hand towards the painting, repeating his question for you. 

“Oh,” you blink, recovering a bit and realizing just how close he’s standing to you, but you make no move to shift away. You glance back at the painting, “Not usually, but this is nice,” 

He smiles widely at your honesty, and you find yourself noticing more little things about him. The dark freckle on his lip, the matching one under his left eye, his ears adorned with silver piercings. He nods, “Me too, I never know what to say to people at these things.” 

“Ah,” you smile, “so I take it you’re just here for the event?” 

He shakes his head, “I’m just here for the food,” 

You laugh, and he smiles wide again, his eyes direct and sparkling. You know he’s flirting, but you don’t necessarily mind. “That’s a nice suit if you’re just here to eat,” you tease him. 

He shakes his head again, brows knit together, “Well I am here for someone, it’s just not the book.” 

“Oh?” 

“My friend owns the gallery,” he admits, and then nods towards the painting you’re both in front of, “and this is his,” 

“Oh!” You exclaim, “You’re a friend of Hongjoong’s?” 

“You know Joong?” His eyebrows raise and he shakes his head, “He never told me he knew a girl this pretty, I’ll have to have a word with him later.” 

You don’t mean to blush, but you’re sure you do and you turn towards him a little more. “I don’t know him that well,” you concede, “but we’ve met a few times.” 

“Ah,” he nods, and you watch his eyes flick down to the wine glasses in your hands. He deftly takes one and smiles, “I take it this is for me?” 

“Presumptuous,” you laugh, but let him take it. 

“Maybe a little,” he takes a sip of the wine, his eyes never leaving you, and then takes a step forwards, moving into your space a little tighter, “so, beautiful girl, do you have a name?”

“I do,” you reply smoothly. 

“And are you going to tell me your name, or should I guess?” He takes another sip from what should be Yunho’s glass.

“It’s y/n,” you offer. 

Some kind of recognition sparks in his eyes, he’s heard your name before but he can’t remember where. He nods, “I’m Wooyoung,”

“It’s good to meet you,” you take a subtle step back and sip your wine, putting an extra inch of space between you.

“My night is certainly better now,” he says, and you’re about to open your mouth to protest but he continues, “tell me, are you free tonight?”

You shake your head and he pouts just slightly before saying, “Ah, I thought I could help make your night better too,” He coasts the back of his knuckles down your bare upper arm, soft and quick, removing his hand and returning it to his pocket before you can really register it. 

“I’m sure you did,” Your eyes flick over him. 

His narrow for just a moment, and the edge of his flirting fades, “Am I misreading things?”

“I would think so,” Yunho’s voice is abrupt, no trace of anger or irritation, just matter of fact, and he moves close to your side. He slips a hand over your hip and presses a kiss to your temple, “there you are, sweetheart,” 

Wooyoung’s eyes dart between you both and he takes a step back. It’s incredibly obvious what Yunho is doing, but it works. He doesn’t hang on you, simply slides his hand off you and moves to stand at your side just as he normally would, before extending his hand out to Wooyoung for a shake, “Jeong Yunho,” 

Wooyoung takes it, shaking it firmly and you can’t help but find the whole thing a little ridiculous and territorial, except that something deep in your belly fluttered at the tone of Yunho’s voice when he appeared. Wooyoung clears his throat, “Jung Wooyoung,” 

Yunho smirks almost imperceptibly at the shared surname before pulling back his hand and this time letting it rest warmly on your upper back, just at the base of your neck. 

“I think this was meant for you, then,” Wooyoung lifts the glass and then shrugs, “apologies.” 

“No harm,” Yunho replies, “I’ll get another.” 

You cut in there, looking up to Yunho, “Is Seonghwa still making the rounds?”

He nods but doesn’t break his gaze on Wooyoung, “We’ll be stuck a while, I’m sure,” 

Understanding dawns on Wooyoung’s face and he laughs to himself, your name and association with Yunho and Seonghwa knitting together in his mind. Hongjoong had mentioned you, it was just not in the context he would have hoped for. 

You look back to Wooyoung, an eyebrow quirked, and he shakes his head, “I see why you called me presumptuous now,” 

Yunho smiles at that, and you nod, “Mm,” with a shrug you smile, “sorry about that,” 

“No, no,” Wooyoung holds up a hand, begging off, “it’s fair enough. I should let you go and see if I can find Hongjoong,” 

“It was nice meeting you,” Yunho cuts back in, ending the conversation there.. 

“Yeah, it was nice meeting you too,” Wooyoung says to him, and as he starts to step away he gives you one more charming smile, “have a good night, beautiful girl.” 

Yunho’s hand tightens slightly on your skin and your stomach flips.

As Wooyoung fully turns away, he holds his glass of wine up once more, “And sorry again about the drink!” He’s gone through the maze of people in a second and you're left alone in front of Hongjoong’s painting with Yunho. 

“Well,” he breaks the silence after a moment, “he seems like an ass.” 

“I think he was a little embarrassed,” you shift away from him so you can face him and talk to him a little more easily. 

A brief expression crosses his face but he relaxes quickly, “I wouldn’t call it embarrassment,” 

“Well, anyways,” you shake your head, “we should get you a drink either way.” 

There’s a cord of tension suddenly between you and you’re shocked by your own response to it. A piece of you wants to roll your eyes and tell him to calm down, irritated at the way he was staking a claim on you, but the other piece has your stomach tight and an image of Yunho bending you over the first available table flickers through your mind. 

“Let’s go, and then let’s go find Hwa,” his tight expression clears, and he smooths his hand down your back again to steer you forwards. 

You end up staying at the event for two and half more hours and accidentally making eye contact with Wooyoung from across the room four more times, nearly bumping into him once when you go to say hello to Hongjoong. 

Not a single time escapes Yunho’s notice. So much so that by the end of the night Seonghwa is quietly asking his husband if something’s wrong. It takes another fifteen minutes to clear out of the gallery and find Yunho’s car, poorly parked in a clearly yellow zone with a ticket tucked under his windshield wiper. 

The ride home starts quietly, Yunho driving and Seonghwa in the passenger seat. Yunho’s hand is tight on the steering wheel, and you can barely believe he’s let Wooyoung’s naturally flirty nature get under his skin so much. You watched him flirt with at least three other women there, it was just clearly who he was. 

Seonghwa finally breaks the silence, “So are you going to tell me what’s going on?” 

Yunho sighs, his hands relaxing, “Everything’s fine,” 

“You really seem like everything’s fine,” Seonghwa says, throwing you a glance. 

Yunho smiles and reaches across the middle of the car, smoothing his hand over Seonghwa’s knee, “I’m sorry, everything’s fine. You know these things wear me out a bit, but you were great. Everyone was saying such good things about the book,” 

Seonghwa relaxes, “Good, okay. It felt like it was received well,” 

You lean forward, resting your hand on his arm, “All I heard were good things,” you assure him, “and you sounded perfect on stage.” 

“Thank you,” he rests his hand on top of yours, “I’m sorry you both had to make small talk all night though,”

“Oh, no it’s fine, I had a nice time,” you assure him. 

Yunho makes a small noise and you glance to him. You’ve never had an argument with either of them before, but all of a sudden it seems like Yunho is spoiling for a fight, and you had never pegged him to be quite so prone to jealousy. 

“Okay,” Seonghwa looks between you both, “what is going on?” 

“Nothing,” Yunho repeats, but then adds, “y/n met someone new, so I think she did enjoy herself.” 

Seonghwa is no stranger to that expression and immediately things start to click into place for him. Your jaw sets in annoyance, “Yunho, stop it. I’m not friends with him,” 

“I didn’t say friends,” Yunho shakes his head, “I saw the way he looked at you, and he was not interested in being friends.” 

“Fine,” you sigh, “you’re right, he wanted to take me home, but I’m obviously not there with him. I don’t understand why you’re so upset about this,” 

“I’m not upset,” he counters.

“Yunho,” you lean forward in your seat to see him better and he glances back at you. 

“Put your seatbelt on, what are you doing?” he waves you back.

You listen, but you catch the way Seonghwa rolls his eyes, and it seems like this kind of sudden type of response from Yunho isn’t completely out of the blue. 

You click the seatbelt into place, “There, happy now?” 

“That you’re not going to go flying out my windshield? Yes,” he huffs. 

“Alright,” Seonghwa finally interjects, “let’s all just relax.” 

“Fine,” Yunho says, but you can’t let it go. 

“Yunho,” you keep your voice calm and even toned, “he was flirting with me, yes, but I didn’t go home with him. You can’t get upset over every man that flirts with me. It happens,” you watch the twitch of his lip in the rear-view mirror at the idea and you can’t help yourself. You press his buttons further and you have no idea why, “It happens more often than you think.” 

His hands tighten on the wheel and Seonghwa sighs, “She’s right,” he says, “you really don’t need to get so upset about this.” 

The muscle in Yunho’s jaw tenses and relaxes, and he sighs heavily, “I’m sorry,” he glances up in the mirror to meet your eyes quickly before refocusing on the road, “he just bothered me. I don’t like the way he was talking to you, propositioning you like that.” 

You smile, but Seonghwa says it before you have to, “You mean like we did?” 

“That is completely different,” he protests.

“Is it?” You laugh, “You literally saw me across a bar and took me home. Arguably that’s more cliché,” 

“Alright, alright,” he says, exasperated, and checks his mirror to start merging into his exit lane to get back into their neighborhood of the city. 

“You’re cute when you’re jealous though,” you smile, “I thought you were going to smack that wine glass out of his hand for a second,” 

Seonghwa laughs and looks back at you, “He is,” he agrees. 

Yunho relaxes, letting you both poke fun at him and tries to let the image of Wooyoung inches from you in that dress fade from his mind. He knows you’re right, of course, you weren’t home with Wooyoung, you were with them just like always, but the niggling uncomfortable feeling in his gut just won’t go away. 

It takes another ten minutes to make it to their garage and up to the door of their apartment, but once inside you let out a sigh and slip off your heels, “I’m going to change, and then should we eat something?” 

“You didn’t eat at the party?” Seonghwa cups your cheek. 

“I did,” you assure him, “I just want something more substantial,” 

“I’ll make you something,” he kisses you quickly and starts for the kitchen. 

You smile at Yunho as you pass, and he returns it, loosening his tie and kicking off his own uncomfortable dress shoes. When you come back out to the kitchen you’ve changed, dressed now in soft cream sleep pants and a fitted tank top. Over the past year, you’ve gotten comfortable letting them take care of you. They had told you that on the first night you met, but at the time you had assumed they meant strictly sexually. You certainly didn’t expect a section in their closet and regularly home cooked meals, but they’re surprising like that. 

Seonghwa is still fixing you a small, light meal when you lean on the kitchen bar next to Yunho. There were plans for the night, things you all previously discussed that would be a special treat, but after the little disagreement in the car you’re wondering if Yunho’s still in the mood. 

You lean against his arm, and he glances over, “Hey,” 

“Hey,” you smile.

A beat passes and you watch as Seonghwa clicks off the burner and starts to plate your dinner. You rest your hand on Yunho’s arm, “Are we okay?” 

“Of course, we’re okay,” he answers immediately, “I’m sorry I got short with you,” 

“It’s fine,” you squeeze his upper arm softly, “but I promise there was nothing to worry about, he’s just a flirt.” 

“Mm,” Yunho nods, and you notice the way his fingers tap out a pattern on the bar. You push off the counter and you’re about to move away from him to meet Seonghwa in the main part of the kitchen when Yunho says, “Why did you flirt back if you weren’t going to go home with him?” 

“What?” You look back to him, Seonghwa immediately dropping the pan back on the burner and turning towards the conversation. 

“Why did you? It’s an easy question,” 

“Yunho,” Seonghwa’s voice is firm now, “you’re out of line.” 

“I just,” he sighs and turns towards you fully, standing tall and imposing above you, “I’m just trying to understand.” 

“I’m not having this conversation,” Anger bubbles up inside you and you push past him, but Yunho catches your arm in his hand. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again, “I’m being an ass, I’m sorry,” 

His words slow you down and you let him maneuver you back into his arms. Pressing close you shake your head, “You need to let this go, okay? It was fine at the gallery, but Wooyoung was trying to get under your skin, and now you’re letting him. This kind of jealousy isn’t sexy. It’s…”

“I know,” he insists, “god, I know,” 

“Okay,” you push up on your tiptoes and lean forwards, pressing a kiss to his chest where his shirt is unbuttoned and parted open, “I’m here with you, and there’s nowhere else I would rather be, okay?” 

He wraps his arms around you, dropping his lips to your hair. When you both pull away, he brushes his fingers along your cheek and dips down to kiss you properly, dragging you up against him so that you’re perched on your toes and holding onto his arms for stability. It starts soft, but you feel it when it shifts, his fingers gripping your waist more firmly and his lips parting to better access your mouth, tongue against yours. 

You gasp against his lips when he presses you back two steps and your back connects with the kitchen bar. He slides one hand to hold your back, and drops the other flat on the counter, fingers spread wide to stabilize you both as he kisses you harder, encroaching on your space in every conceivable way. 

His hand moves down, slipping into the waistband of your pants so he can grip the bare skin of your backside, and you release a surprised moan when he squeezes and kneads your plush skin. You break your lips apart, pushing him back a little, and you drink him in. He looks hazy, panting and his eyes blown out. 

“What are you doing?” You hold him, your back aching against the island behind you. 

“I want you,” he dips to kiss you again. 

You press backwards so he can’t quite reach you, “Yunho,” 

It’s clear to you now that he hasn’t quite let the evening go, but with hands on you like this and his hot breath on your cheek, your mind flicks back to the earlier image you had conjured in the gallery. Yunho standing over you, your body bent over a table and your skirt pushed up around your hips. His hand in your hair. Wooyoung’s face flashes next, the idea of him seeing, realizing you could never be his. 

Desire quickens in you, and you swallow hard, “I,” you start to say. 

“I’m starting to feel like I should be a little jealous,” Seonghwa’s voice snaps the spell and Yunho falters back a step. 

“Hwa,” he says, “fuck,” 

You expect the worst, but as you turn you see Seonghwa shake his head, and then he turns to you, “Are you alright?” 

You nod and he sighs, “Do you want to stop?” 

You cut him off with a shake of your head. Seonghwa and Yunho share a look, one you’re not sure you’ve ever seen before. 

“Don’t stop then,” Seonghwa moves towards you both, and your eyes are on him when you feel Yunho tug down your sleep pants and underwear before hoisting you up so that you’re leaning back on the bar countertop, your hips hanging off and fully supported by his arm around you.

“Fuck,” you breath when he pushes your legs open wide and steps between them, his hands working at his trouser zip for a second before he frees himself. 

“Be quiet,” Yunho directs you, and your mouth clamps shut. He strokes his cock to draw himself fully hard, and then sinks two fingers inside your cunt without a word. 

You jerk, gasping at the intrusion, but when he finds you already wet that’s all he needs. He shifts between your thighs, and before you can exhale the breath caught in your chest, he pushes inside you with one firm snap of his hips. 

You weren’t quite ready for him, and the stretch burns. He draws out of you and then back in with another sharp thrust, and a strained noise leaves you, one hand flying to his back to grip onto him. 

He meets your eyes, pausing for a moment and he adjusts to better support your hips in his hands, letting you fall back onto the counter top, your back against the cool stone. His eyes are dark, hair falling in them as he holds you steady on his cock, “Did you want him?” 

“What?” You blink, focusing now on his words. 

“Tell me,” Yunho says, “did you want him?” 

“No,” you shake your head, and he looks down, his eyes studying the place where your bodies connect. 

He thrusts hard, “I don’t believe you,” 

“I didn’t,” you insist, your fingers gripping the granite beneath you for purchase but slipping. 

“I saw you,” he pumps faster, and you watch his mouth drop open at the sensation of your hot channel around him, “I saw how you looked at him,” 

A rush of heat runs up your body at another sharp thrust, the head of his cock now rhythmically stroking that tender place inside you, and you feel the blush erupt across your chest and sweat at your brow. A harsh moan leaves you and you reach for him, but he doesn’t take your hand, “Baby,” you whine, “I didn’t, I promise,” 

He shifts forwards, hovering over you now, and sinks one hand into your hair, tightening against your scalp, “Aren’t we enough?” 

Words don’t come, and it dawns on you that the desperation in his face is real, the fear of you leaving with someone else is palpable. His words sink into your chest and he pants above you, “Don’t we give you everything?” 

“Yes,” you inhale sharply and grip onto his upper arms now that he’s hovering above you, “Yes, baby,”

“You let him touch you,” he drops his head, unable to hold your eyes any longer and you can’t answer him. 

He doesn’t slow his pace, and you arch against him at a shock of pleasure directly up your spine, a breathy moan suddenly on your lips. Your head falls to the side, and you see Seonghwa, leaning on the edge of the counter across from the bar, quiet and watching. You’ve been with them individually now, and always with the other watching, but this feels different. 

Yunho slams his hips forwards and stops suddenly, and you gasp against him, an unexpected whine leaving your throat. He brushes your hair back from your face with his wide palm, bringing your face back to his. He searches your eyes, and you can feel him trembling above you, just a little, “Would you have gone home with him?” 

“No,” you lay your hand softly on his cheek. 

“If we weren’t,” he sighs, “if you weren’t with us, would you have gone home with him?” 

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” your voice is almost a whisper. 

“Say no,” his hands tighten on you, and he starts to move his hips again, slow, and steady. 

You twitch under him at steady pressure on your clit, but hold his eyes, “Yunho, you don’t own me,” you murmur. 

Yunho’s jaw sets tightly, and he pushes off you, his cock sliding out of you as he steps away fully, and you brace yourself on the counter not to fall off the edge and instead ease down. He tucks his still hard length away and refastens his pants before running a hand through his hair and turning on his heel, disappearing down the hallway. The bathroom door slams with a sharp sound and nervous tightness floods your chest. 

“Come here,” Seonghwa’s soft voice murmurs from next to you, and he helps you step back into your sleep pants. 

“Hwa,” you turn to him, emotion tight in your throat, “what is going on with him?” 

“He can be like this,” Seonghwa says, his eyes soft. 

“Can he?” You look towards the dark hallway, barely believing it. 

“When he wants something? Yes,” 

“I don’t understand,” you slump into one of the bar chairs, “he has me, you both do,” 

Seonghwa glances towards the hallway himself, sighing and finally, finally meeting your nervous gaze, “Do we?” 

“How could you ask me that?” The night is officially starting to twist out of control.

“Listen,” he steps forwards and takes your face in his hands, “you know we don’t see anyone else. We love having you here, you know this. But we’ve never asked the same of you,” 

“Oh,” you soften under his hands, his words starting to make sense. 

“We don’t pry, we don’t know where you go every night. It’s not our place to ask,” He clarifies, “but if you think we like the idea of you with another man, let alone seeing you with one?” 

“We were just talking,” You press, “if that’s a problem then we need to have a much different conversation.” 

“Of course, it’s not a problem,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “that’s not at all what I meant,” 

“Please,” you sigh, “then what do you mean?” 

“Do you think you’d like it if Yunho and I saw other women?” Seonghwa asks, trying to explain himself, “If you came to meet us for a date, and you saw us talking to another woman like that?” 

A tightness knots in your stomach, “No,” 

“It’s like that,” he explains, “and we’ve never asked you stop seeing other people, but knowing that you might be is very different than seeing you talking to a man who you could go home with,” 

“I’m not seeing other people,” you say simply, and suddenly he looks relieved. 

“You’re not?” 

“No,” you shake your head, “I haven’t since we started seeing each other more regularly, that’s what… five or six months? You could have just asked me,” 

Seonghwa nods, looking down for a moment before he says, “We didn’t want to ask that of you when we weren’t sure what we could give you,” 

“Seonghwa,” you pull him closer, “I want this, just what we have, but I don’t want it with anyone else.” 

“So tonight,” he trails off. 

“A misunderstanding,” you explain, “Wooyoung is a flirt, and I won’t lie to you and tell you he isn’t good looking or charming, but that’s all,” 

“I’m sorry,” he drops his forehead against yours. 

“You don’t have to be sorry,” 

“I should have stopped things earlier,” he murmurs, “Yunho wasn’t thinking clearly, and he was too rough with you,” 

You shake your head, “I didn’t say stop,” 

“I know, but,”

“But nothing,” you shake your head again, “I wanted him too, but now…” you twist your head and look towards the still quiet hallway, “I should talk to him.” 

“Yeah,” Seonghwa kisses your forehead and steps away, “Go to bed, I’ll wrap the food up for later and be right there,”

“Okay,” you nod. 

In the bedroom you wait, sitting on the edge of the bed and listening to the sound of the shower through the bathroom door. The water is still running when Seonghwa walks into the bedroom, unbuttoning his dress shirt and running a hand through his hair. 

“I’ve never seen him angry,” you murmur to Seonghwa, “what can I do?” 

“Usually, he just works things out for himself,” he replies, “he doesn’t even share it with me most of the time.” 

The sound of running water cuts off and you reach for Seonghwa. He comes closer and sits on the edge of the bed with you. 

“This is weird,” you shift to push him back a bit, sitting between his open legs and pulling his arms to wrap around your torso, “that’s better,” 

Seonghwa smiles, hugging you to his chest and kissing your bare shoulder, “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” you rest a hand on his thigh. Not touching him feels worse than anything, and now you’re so used to always having your hands on each other when you’re here, the centering calm of their warm skin on yours. Sitting next to him, passive, with space between you is foreign and cold. 

Seonghwa holds you, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as you both wait. When the bathroom door finally opens, you sit up and Seonghwa follows suit, his arms loosening but not leaving you. 

Yunho's hair is wet and messy, and his skin is mostly dry except for the beads of water that still hang on his bare shoulders, a white towel hangs low around his hips. When he sees both of you on the bed waiting, he pauses. 

His voice is gruff, and he clears his throat, “Hey,” 

“Hi, baby,” you murmur, “are you okay?” 

His brows knit together, “Yeah,” he sighs, “I should be asking you that.” 

“I’m fine,” you dismiss, “I’m not upset,” 

Yunho’s eyes flick from yours to his husband’s and you feel Seonghwa nod behind you. You reach for Yunho, open palm extended and he moves to you and takes your hand in his. 

“Can I be honest with you?” You ask him, giving his hand a squeeze. 

“Always,” 

“You’re scaring me a little,” 

His expression drops, “What?” 

“I understand how you feel,” you tell him, “but you can’t ever accuse me of something like that again because you’re angry. I have never and would never do something like that to you.” 

His cheeks go pink, his ears heating red with embarrassment and he drops his eyes, “I’m so sorry,” 

“Come here, please,” you tug his hand down and he drops down, kneeling in front of you to rest between your knees, and you interlace your fingers with his. You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb, “Seonghwa helped me understand,” 

“He did?” Yunho meets his husband’s eyes, and you can see the nervous swell of emotion there. 

“I’m not seeing other men,” you say it clearly, simply, and Yunho’s gaze snaps back to yours, “I haven’t for a long time. I have no interest in sleeping with or dating anyone else. I want to be with you and Hwa, for as long as it feels right for all of us. I love being with you both, and I would never, ever hurt either one of you like that.” 

“Oh,” he can’t think of anything to say, but he lays a hand on your thigh warmly, giving it a squeeze. 

“Men are going to flirt with me sometimes,” you continue, “and that’s all it is.” 

He nods, and Seonghwa unwinds a hand from around you to rest on Yunho’s forearm. Yunho swallows hard and nods again, “I’m sorry, for everything I said,” he kisses the back of your hand, “you didn’t deserve any of it, sweetheart, and I’m sorry.” 

“Thank you,” you murmur, your voice small, and you feel Seonghwa exhale behind you. 

A beat passes and then you squeeze his hand again, “Yunho,” 

He looks up to you, holding your gaze as you pull his hand forwards and press it to the waistband of your pants. His eyes flick down and you see the question is his gaze, “Will you take care of me tonight?” 

Seonghwa loosens his hold and slips his hands to hold your waist, fingertips sliding along your bare skin, and you drop back against his chest.

Yunho looks hesitant for a moment, “Are you sure?” 

“Please,” you nod, “I want you both, I want to show you what you mean to me,” 

Yunho shakes his head slightly, “You don’t have to do that, I was wrong, not you,” 

“No,” you pull him closer between your legs and he comes up off his heels so he can meet you eye to eye, “I want to.” You brush your hand along his jaw, “You didn’t even know I stopped seeing other people… I clearly haven’t shown you much I,” the word catches in your throat and suddenly you swallow it back, it’s something you can’t tell them. You’re together, yes, but the love that exists is between them. It was here before you and it will be here after you, and the night had been hard enough without adding your emotions into the mix. You recover smoothly, “How much I care about you.” 

Yunho nods, and Seonghwa presses his lips to your temple before he says, “We’ll show you too,” 

Yunho’s fingers dip into the waistband of your pants, keeping his eyes on you as he slips them back off while Seonghwa maneuvers your shirt off over your head. Yunho pulls you forwards into a kiss, tender and slow, his hands coasting up and down your bare thighs. 

Behind you, Seonghwa unbuttons the rest of his shirt and tosses it aside. “Lie back,” he runs a hand up your spine and you comply, separating your lips from Yunho’s. Seonghwa widens his legs, and Yunho understands immediately where this is going, gently taking each of your legs and hooking them over Seonghwa’s thighs, holding you open wide for him. 

“Here we go,” Seonghwa soothes, leaning back onto a forearm into a reclined position, “how’s that?” 

He’s always so attentive, warm and concerned for your comfort, and you smile, “Perfect,” 

“Baby,” Seonghwa says, directed to Yunho, “take care of our pretty girl, will you?” 

His words make you twitch against him and Seonghwa hums against your back. Yunho shifts forwards, dipping down low to kiss along your inner thighs, his teeth dragging along your sensitive flesh lightly and making your legs quiver. 

He traces a finger along your slit, teasing gently and earning little pants and sighs from your lips. As Yunho teases, the softest brushes of his finger tip on your clit, Seonghwa reaches around with one arm and cups your breast, holding it in his warm palm. 

“Please, don’t tease me,” you look down between your legs at Yunho. He smiles, leaning back immediately at your words and you clench. He runs a hand through his wet hair to push it out of his eyes and sinks deeper into his position kneeling between your open  legs. It’s moments like this you savor, the anticipation of the night to come bubbling in your chest and the way they look at you. It’s the most honest thing you’ve ever had. 

“Don’t tease you?” Yunho’s lip quirks up, his hand falling away from your core. 

He wants you to whine, he wants to watch you breathless and desperate and aching for something inside you, and he drops his hands into his lap, ready to make you. 

“Hmm,” Seonghwa hums from behind you, the vibrations from his deep tone echoing through you, “I said take care of her,” 

“I know,” Yunho says, his eyes still locked on yours. 

“She needs something to touch her,” Seonghwa sighs, now shifting to tease you too, “look at how needy our pretty girl is,” 

Your hips jerk at his words, fingers tightening on whatever part of Seonghwa you can hold, and Yunho smiles, nodding, “Should we ask her what she wants? Or should we just give it to her?” 

A quiet whine slips from your lips and Seonghwa kisses your temple softly, “We know what she needs,” 

“Please,” the word a whisper. 

Seonghwa slides his hand from your breast, coasting down your stomach and stroking the skin softly, “I didn’t hear you, darling,” 

“Please,” you manage, a little louder, “Hwa, please touch me,” 

“Very good,” he soothes, and he presses down with his fingers, sinking into your wet folds and parting them perfectly, his fingers rocking against your clit with a perfect and sudden rhythm. 

Your hips draw back at the sudden sensation, moaning, and your hand slips off Seonghwa’s thigh to brace against the bed. Seonghwa doesn’t stop, and you shudder, the way that Yunho’s eyes darken as he watches knotting up a tense cord of sensation in your core. 

Yunho bites his lower lip, an unconscious response as you writhe before him, and shifts his hand over the towel around his hips, parting it and starting to stroke his hardening cock. His eyes flick between Seonghwa’s hand on your warm core and your face, his hand working a steady rhythm to match Seonghwa’s. 

“Such pretty little noises,” Seonghwa sighs, increasing the pressure of his fingers, and you inhale sharply, your hips jutting against his hand for the perfect pace. 

“Fuck it,” Yunho dives forwards, pushing your legs apart further with his sure hands on your thighs, and licks a firm stripe up your slit, catching against Seonghwa’s fingers as he does before shifting lower on his knees to better position himself, devouring you. 

You jerk back again, pressing hard against Seonghwa’s chest, your legs starting to quiver as you rapidly plunge to the edge of orgasm. You lock a hand in Yunho’s hair and he groans against you, his hands tightening almost painfully on your inner thighs. “Don’t stop,” you plead, “please, please, don’t stop,” 

“We’ve got you,” Seonghwa’s voice is deep and steady in your ear and you pant out a moan. 

You’re close, dangerously so, and at the sudden push of two of Yunho’s fingers inside of you, long and crooked up just right, your muscles flutter around him and you release, hard and shaking with a dizzy cry. Yunho pumps his fingers in and out of you steadily as you come, slowing down alongside Seonghwa when he knows you’re almost through it. 

Your chest is heaving, and as your sensation comes back to you, all you can feel is their hands on your skin and the way they lovingly stroke it. Yunho has relaxed his grip on your legs, and he leans his cheek against your inner thigh, sighing against your skin and pressing a quick kiss to your flesh. 

“There you are,” Seonghwa smiles, laughing a little, “I was afraid we broke you,” 

You shake your head, but still can’t quite come up with anything to say. Yunho grins up at you, “We might have,” 

They give you a few more moments, but eventually Yunho stands, stretching tall and the towel falls away from his hips. He reaches for you, carefully lifting you off of Seonghwa’s lap and putting you down on your feet, and you hold his biceps to catch your balance. 

Seonghwa stands up behind you both, crossing to the other side of the bed, “Come and lie down for us, love,” 

You shift back onto the bed, crawling across to where he’s standing. Seonghwa finally takes off the rest of his clothes, tossing them aside and he moves back to you, his cock red, straining, and aching to be touched. You settle on all fours at the edge of the bed, licking your lips and looking up at him with hooded eyes, “Like this?” 

He shakes his head though, a small smile on his lips, pleased that you’re so ready and willing to relax into whatever they want you to be. “Let’s get you comfortable,” he brushes his hand along your cheek, his hands guiding you where he wants you, “lie back,” 

He positions you flat on your back, the crown of your head at the edge of the bed. You’ve only done this position with them a handful of times, the first time a little terrifying when you ran out of air and spent fifteen minutes soothing your abused throat, both of them worried they had done too much. But you tried again, and after the third time you worked out a rhythm with them. 

Yunho follows you onto the bed, and you lift your hips up when he presents you with the angled foam cushion that usually stays stowed under the bed. He tucks it under you, and the three of you move in sync to slide you so that your head is hanging off the edge of the mattress and your hips are lifted up and supported just right. 

“Good?” Seonghwa checks, looking down at you. 

“Mhm,” you nod, “let me just,” you shift a little on the cushion, and then nod again. 

Yunho’s hands coast up your legs, massaging your pressure points a little, and then lifts your legs high. Holding your calves, he shifts forwards further and settles into a comfortable kneeling position, his hips now perfectly aligned with yours. He rests your legs up on his shoulders, and then looks down at you, squeezing one of your thighs in his broad hand. “Perfect,” he murmurs. 

“Yunho,” you sigh, “come here,” 

He pushes his hips forwards, the head of his cock pressed against your entrance. Your eyes flutter shut, and you let your head hang, your hands curling into the sheets underneath you and gripping them. He pushes in little by little, taking his time with you now, a little more gentle than normal and you suspect that has something to do with the way he fucked you in the kitchen. 

You whine when he seats himself all the way, his body pressed flush with yours, and he groans tightly when he thrusts once, dropping his hands to hold you better, one hand on your hip and one around your opposite leg. 

“Hwa,” he nods to his husband. 

Seonghwa lifts your head with his hand, and you open your mouth readily, tongue pressed to the bottom of your mouth and relaxing your throat open. He positions himself and as you take a centering breath, he slides his cock through your lips, over your tongue, down your throat. He gives you a moment, making sure you’re comfortable, but when you tap his thigh to tell him you’re ready, he can’t hold back any longer. 

Seonghwa moves first, picking up the pace of his thrusts fast. Your eyes squeeze shut so you can concentrate, tears gathering in the corners already from the overstimulation and limited air supply, but you breathe slowly in and out through your nose and keep your throat relaxed. You almost forget Yunho is inside you, you’re so focused on Seonghwa's thick length stretching open your throat. When Yunho draws his hips back and you feel the sensation of him dragging out of you, you make a muffled moan. 

Yunho’s slower, but picks up the pace, and the sensation of his cockhead steadily stroking over your g-spot again and again has you moaning more, the sound cut off and garbled by Seonghwa’s cock. 

“That’s our good girl,” Yunho’s voice is warm, honeyed and kind, despite the firm strike of his hips against yours now. 

“Yes, she is,” Seonghwa slips his hand into your hair, bracing the back of your head as he continues fucking your throat, “so pretty taking us both,” 

You whine at his words, hands tight in the sheets. 

“Do you like being ours to use, baby?” Seonghwa groans as he feels the head of his cock connect with the soft spongy back of your throat, and the way it tightens at his words. 

A hot flush runs through your body, a blush spreading up your chest and cheeks, and warm pleasure tightens in your belly. The sensations are overwhelming. Yunho’s hands holding you firm, the way your body stretches and shudders around his cock, Seonghwa’s crooning words, his praise at the way you’re offering yourself to him. 

You feel yourself cresting again, dizzy and hot suddenly, and you tap Seonghwa’s thigh a few times in quick succession. He pulls out of your mouth quickly, still holding your head steady, and a desperate cry falls from your lips unobstructed. You blink up at Yunho, “Harder,” you beg him, as if you can almost reach out and touch your pleasure, only needing a little more, “please,” 

He’s panting, a glisten of sweat across his chest, and he twists his head to the side to kiss your calf before he tightens his hold and draws out, forcefully pushing back inside you and knocking you back on the cushion as he does. 

“Fuck,” you moan, “I’m close,” 

Seonghwa drops to a crouch, holding your head steady in his hand so you don’t have to support yourself and kissing your head, “What a mess he’s making of you,” he says, low and pointed in your ear. 

“Oh god,” your body is trembling despite the way you’re held in place, and your mouth drops open. 

“Fuck,” Yunho groans, still thrusting into you, hips crashing against yours like a drumbeat, “fuck, baby,” 

With your eyes on Yunho and Seonghwa murmuring in your ear, your body locks up. You curl forwards, twisting on the bed with the sudden rush of pleasure and Yunho slips his cock free, letting you pull away from him. You’re shaking when he eases his legs off your shoulders, and you look to him immediately. He’s still rock hard, glistening with your slick arousal but still desperate and straining. Both of them still need to come, and despite being a shuddering mess, you want them again. 

Yunho rocks back and out of his kneeling crouch, stretching his legs out long in front of him and you watch him make a slight wince from his knees being bent for so long. Yunho relaxes against the pillows and smiles over at you. Seonghwa strokes your cheek once more, and then moves to settle next to Yunho on the bed, laying long next to him, his still hard cock resting on his husband’s thigh. 

If you had to guess, after the evening you had earlier, they probably both assume you aren’t going to want to try something new, but you do. You’ve wanted them both for months now. You pull yourself up and sigh, a laugh on your lips as you realize just how fucked out you must look. 

“Doing okay?” Seonghwa checks, always wary after taking you so roughly. 

You clear your throat, and though it feels a little tight, you’re fine. You smile and nod, “I’m good,” 

Yunho swallows, and opens his mouth to say something but you’ve already started to move forwards, pulling yourself up on his chest and meeting eye to eye. He chuckles and runs a hand up your bare back, “Hey, sweetheart,” 

“Hey,” you kiss him softly. 

“What are you thinking?” He smiles, “You have a look,” 

“Let’s try,” You murmur, pecking his lips again and reaching for Seonghwa. 

Yunho’s hand stills and he pulls away to get a better look at you, “Tonight?” 

You shrug, trying to keep things light despite the nervous flutter inside you, “Yeah, I mean, that was the plan,” 

Yunho still seems hesitant but Seonghwa leans in and captures your lips, kissing you tenderly and tracing his fingers across your bare skin, “If you’re ready,” 

You nod, and when both of you shift to look at Yunho, he sighs. He’s always been a bit nervous about both of them fucking you at the same time, concious that it might be uncomfortable or even hurt, but you know you’ll be fine. After months of getting comfortable size training with plugs and experimenting with them both, it’s just a matter of you all saying yes at the same time. 

Yunho nods and Seonghwa smiles, hopping up off the bed so he can go to his nightstand and locate a bottle of lubricant. Yunho positions himself a little better, reclined with his legs wide, but still largely seated against the headboard, and then he pats his thigh. 

You move to straddle him, holding yourself up on your knees and sinking down onto his cock again, shuddering at the full feeling. 

“Let’s take our time,” Seonghwa says as he climbs back on the bed and settles behind you, both of you now effectively straddling Yunho’s hips. 

You nod, turning to look over your shoulder, “So… how should we do this?” 

Seonghwa drops a kiss on your shoulder, “Don’t be nervous,” he wraps his arms around you, tucking you into his chest tenderly and settles his hands over your stomach. “You’re trembling,” he observes.

Yunho’s hands run up the length of your thighs, back up and down to calm you, “We’ll take care of you,” he soothes, “we always do.” 

“I know,” you murmur, and let your head fall back against Seonghwa’s shoulder. 

“Hwa,” Yunho looks over you to his husband, “she needs a little warming up,” 

You nod, and Seonghwa kisses your skin again, “Touch her, make sure she’s wet,” he kisses you again, “I’ll do the rest,” 

The hold you, pliable between them, and you can do nothing but let them. Yunho presses his thumb to your swollen clit and starts to rock it in circles, groaning a little when your walls contract in response on his cock inside you. Seonghwa spends time kissing you, his breath tickling your skin as he sucks softly on your neck, one hand moving up so he can flick your nipple slowly. 

You gasp, your body jerking lightly on its own, bouncing only an inch or so up on Yunho, but he nods, “That’s good, you can move,” 

With slow movements you start to lift yourself up and sink back down, fluttering warmth through your body and getting you fully accustomed to his size in this new position. You stay like this for a few moments, Yunho groaning softly below you, Seonghwa tenderly caressing your skin. 

You barely catch the look they give each other, but then Seonghwa leans back from you and Yunho reaches up, “Come here, baby,” he murmurs, pushing your hair over your shoulder as you lean over him. Yunho kisses you, tongue flicking against yours while he holds you steady. 

Seonghwa cups your ass with one hand and squeezes, kneading your soft flesh gently with soothing touches. You make a noise of surprise against Yunho’s lips when Seonghwa finally presses his fingertip to the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks. 

“Just relax,” Seonghwa pets you softly, “we’ve done this part before,” 

You sigh, dropping your head to Yunho’s chest, “I know, I’m good,” 

Seonghwa’s slow, practiced at making sure you feel no pain and you’re properly worked open before he even thinks about fucking you. His fingers are coated in warming lubricant and by the time he’s inserted two inside you and started to scissor them, you’re panting, “Please, I’m ready,” 

“Okay,” Seonghwa kisses your shoulder, “You feel good?” 

“Mm,” you nod against Yunho’s chest and he strokes his hand through your hair. 

Seonghwa shifts behind you and you hear him uncap the bottle of lubricant again, when he shuffles close the head of his cock brushes against your ass cheek and you inhale sharply. You’re starting to feel desperate. Seonghwa strokes your hip, calm and steady, and before you know it the head of his cock is pushing inside you. You gasp against Yunho, your fingers tightening on him at the surprising sensation. 

“There we go,” Seonghwa says softly, sliding in another inch, “how about now?” 

“More,” you nod, “you feel amazing,” 

Yunho chuckles below you, “That good?” 

“You have no idea,” you groan as Seonghwa moves again, this time pushing more, and he must be nearly all the way inside you now. 

“Fuck,” he breathes behind you, his hand suddenly tight on your hips. 

“Are you okay?” You glance back, but the expression on Seonghwa’s face is nothing but pure pleasure. 

“You’re so tight,” he groans again as he thrusts his cock just a little more, “Yunho… you’re,” 

“I know,” Yunho lets out a deep exhale and you shift around to look up at him. 

“Does it feel different for you too?” 

Yunho can only nod, biting his lip when Seonghwa finally thrusts again, this time fully pressed inside you and choke out a sudden moan, pulled from somewhere deep inside you at the sudden buzzing sensation in your belly. 

“Still good?” Seonghwa checks, his voice strained. 

“Yes, fuck yes,” 

“Thank fuck,” Yunho manages, “this is too good,” 

“I need somebody to move,” your hips shift back as if to draw them both deeper and they both make their own little noises of surprised pleasure. 

“You first,” Yunho says to Seonghwa, “let’s see if that still feels good,” 

You lean up, perched on Yunho’s chest, and Seonghwa kisses your shoulder once again before leaning back and starting to thrust. The first drag of his cock out and back in has you dizzy already, you’ve never felt so full. Combined like this they have your body stretched wide, but you can take it, and with every movement your muscles start to relax further. 

“Yunho,” your voice a tight whine. 

His eyes flick back to your face, “Baby?”

“I need you,”

“Are you,” 

“Don’t ask me if I’m sure,” your voice caught in a moan, “please just fuck me,” 

The switch flips instantly, “Hwa, stop,” 

“Why?” You blink your eyes open. 

Seonghwa stops moving but Yunho smiles at you, “Come here, hold yourself up a bit,” he prompts you and with his help you shift your hips higher. Yunho plants his feet on the bed and uses the leverage to pulse up once, an experimental thrust at this angle and you grip his shoulders. 

“Stay just like that for me,” Yunho holds your waist, his gaze darkening and he smiles up at you, “be a good girl and we’ll give you everything,” 

Seonghwa pants pleasantly behind you, humming a soft moan and as your eyes flutter shut they start to work in tandem. If you thought you were stretched before, full before, anything at all before this sensation, you were wrong. You almost lose your grip on Yunho and fall forwards but he won’t let you go. 

“I always knew you could take us,” Seonghwa groans, “but feeling it?” 

You mumble, incoherent words caught in pleasure. 

“Look at you,” Yunho reaches to cup your face, his thumb flicking along your bottom lip where your mouth hangs open, “You were made for us,” 

Hot pleasure expands inside you, the feeling rising up your chest and into your throat and your body trembles between them, sweat slick now and aching but you never want this to end. His words pull another whining cry and his brows knit together as they fuck you. 

“This little body,” he pants, “molded just for us,” 

“Yunho!” your hands tighten on his chest. 

The pace increases, and that’s when it all falls apart inside you. It feels suddenly like tumbling, like you were building up to a perfect pressure and then a snap cracks apart inside you, a weightless blurry feeling to your limbs and a sudden heat flooding up your cheeks.

“I’m going to come,” you hear Seonghwa groan behind you as your muscles lock down around them. 

Yunho locks his hand over his husband’s where it’s anchored on your hip, “Fuck yes, baby, fill up our girl,” 

When Seonghwa comes it’s with a hard thrust, pushing you forwards on Yunho and only extending your orgasm, leaving you shaking, quivering and confused. Your ears are ringing, and when Seonghwa pulls out of you with a groan the sound that leaves you is panicked and tight. 

“Shh,” Yunho murmurs, soothing you. 

With Seonghwa shifting away, Yunho holds you to his chest and rolls you over smoothly, keeping himself locked inside you as he does. On your back your legs fall open, your muscles spent, and he kisses you again, Seonghwa moving to lay next to you both. 

“I can’t,” everything feels fuzzy, your orgasm leaving you tender and raw. 

“Come here, my love,” Yunho murmurs, holding you close as he rolls his hips into you at a slower pace. 

He’s never called you that before, and through the fog you meet his eyes, shining and warm. Seonghwa shifts closer, reaching between you to cup your cheek. “Our beautiful girl,” he sighs. 

Yunho grunts at a particularly forward thrust and catches your eyes again, “Can I have you?” He must be close, but the slow pace he’s keeping up for your comfort isn’t enough, and you nod quickly. 

“Always,” you manage, “I’m yours,” 

His eyes snap shut and he drops over you, fucking you faster and finding the right friction for himself. You hold on, gripping him tightly and Seonghwa shifts, kissing Yunho’s arm, his shoulder, stroking his back and tenderly coaxing him to release.

“You’re ours,” Yunho pants in your ear, and you shudder against him, “you belong to us, baby,”

You nod against him, “Yes, yes,” you’re overstimulated but still feeling lights of pleasure up your spine and you moan, biting your lip and your eyes slipping shut. 

“Say it,” he begs you, “please,” 

His words from earlier echo through your mind - Aren’t we enough? 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your lips against his ear, “I’m yours, I belong to you, baby. Only you,” 

He comes with a stuttered cry, falling over you, his cheek against the mattress next to your head, breath shuddering. His weight on top of you quickly becomes too much and you tap his side. Yunho shifts off, pulling his now softening cock free, and for the first time you feel a chill, utterly empty at the loss of them. 

Seonghwa notices your expression immediately, sliding down the bed and finding your eyes, “Are you alright?” 

You nod, and emotion catches in your throat, “Yes, but will you hold me please?” 

Yunho shifts around at the tone of your voice, and they both move in, cradling your body between them. 

Yunho strokes your hair, “What’s wrong, my love?” The first time you weren’t sure you heard it right, but you must have. You’ve only ever heard him call Seonghwa that. 

You push those feelings to the side for a moment and snuggle into Seonghwa’s chest, tugging Yunho’s hand so he’ll come closer and spoon you better from behind. “I just feel like I need you close,” you try to explain, “it was so much and then you weren’t there,” 

“We are,” Seonghwa hugs you closer, “I promise you we are,” 

You rest like this. It takes time for the feeling to come back to your body and for your mind to come through the fog, for the emotions that suddenly welled up to recede again. Seonghwa’s humming softly when you stop drifting in and out of sleep, his fingers in your hair. 

You sigh heavily against his chest, and Yunho shifts behind you, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. “Baby?” 

“Hi,” you breathe, and you kiss Seonghwa’s chest before you roll to your back between them. 

“How are you?” Seonghwa asks first. 

“Exhausted,” you smile, “but that was so perfect,” 

“Good,” Seonghwa kisses your palm and goes back to playing with your fingers gently, “we should get you washed up and get some food in you,” 

“Mm,” you stretch, testing out your limbs and the little aches of your body, “I don’t think I’ll ever make it out of this bed,” 

Yunho grins, “Come on, I’ll even keep you company,” he kisses you quick and stands, holding out a hand for you. 

Seonghwa sighs, “I’m going to warm up dinner again, I’ll shower after you.” 

“Oh,” You twist to look at him, “you’re not coming?” 

“I can,” he smiles, “do you want me to?” 

“Please,” 

Behind you the sound of the shower turns on and you know Yunho is warming up the water for you like he always does. Seonghwa touches your cheek softly, and pulls himself out of bed to locate his boxers, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll go preheat the oven and put the dinner in, and then I’ll come meet you in the shower. Is that okay?” 

“Yeah,” you sigh, “that’s good. I just want to be together tonight,” 

“I know,” he says, “I won’t take long, I promise.”

“Shower’s ready,” Yunho calls, and you stretch your tired limbs to stand and meet him. Your body feels sore, but in a good way. 

You meet Yunho in the bathroom, and he brings you up for a kiss, stroking your cheek gently before moving back the shower curtain and helping you step in. He dips you back into the warm spray, taking care with you as he scrubs you clean, somewhat of a post-coital ritual now in your lives. 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he says quietly. 

“Yunho,” you rest a hand on his chest, “you don’t have to apologize again,” 

“I know,” he nods, “but I still never should have spoken to you that way, treated you that way. I was jealous, and I let it get to me,” 

You nod, rubbing his chest softly, feeling his heart thumping under your hand, “It’s okay,” 

“It’s not,” he shakes his head, “and I’m not normally like that. I don’t like that side of me, but when it comes to people I love, I don’t always make the best judgment calls.” 

The word hangs there between you, and he doesn’t even know he’s said it. He reaches for the shampoo like nothing, but you’re frozen, a knot tight in your gut. He glances and sees your expression, tipping some of the shampoo in his hand, “What?” 

“You love me?” 

His eyes widen, realizing his mistake, “I didn’t mean to say it like that,” he swallows tightly and nods, “but yes,” 

Tears prick at the back of your eyes suddenly, “What about Hwa?” 

Yunho grins, laughing at your terrified expression, “We both love you,” 

“You do?” 

“Yes,” he drops the bottle, letting the water wash his hand clean and pulling you in, “We weren’t sure when to tell you,”

“But what about,” you pull his hand to yours, your finger running over his ring.

“We’ll figure it out,” he shrugs, “none of that matters, we feel how we feel.” 

You dip forwards and rest your head on his chest, he wraps his arms around you snugly and sighs. “Yunho,” you murmur, “I love you too,” 

He kisses your head sinking into your touch, the nervous knot in his own gut dissipating with your words. A quiet knock sounds on the wall by the shower and Seonghwa’s voice floats in with the steam, “Can I come in?” 

“Yep,” Yunho’s voice cracks above you, and for a split second you think there might have been tears in his eyes but he clears his throat and recovers well if there were. Seonghwa steps in, relaxing into the hot spray and looks at you both. 

“What did I miss?” he looks between you. 

You can’t help but grin, they love you. Seonghwa’s warm round eyes assess you and he smiles, still trying to work it out, “What’s with you?” 

Yunho opens his mouth to cut in, but you get there first, “I love you.” 

Seonghwa stills, eyes flicking to his husband and then back to you.

“It’s okay,” Yunho rests a hand on his arm, “I told her,” 

You step closer, wrapping an arm around Seonghwa and tucking in close, “He told me you love me, that you both do,” 

“Oh,” he wraps his arms around you, “well then,” his voice a whisper.

Yunho rests a hand on your back, dipping down to kiss Seonghwa softly, an apology in his expression at the timing but it barely matters. Seonghwa had thought about planning something special, but in the end if you were together that was surely enough. He murmurs his love low in your ear, pulling you up for a kiss and holding you close. 

Under the warm water, both of your boys wrap themselves around you. Breathing steadily together and intertwining your fingers, hot kisses saying everything you’re not sure how to put into words yet. They give you dinner like always, and brush out your hair. They cuddle and caress you and each other on the couch later as you relax, and then ask you about your work week ahead. They spoon you in bed, and ease you asleep, just like always, and in the morning you know for sure, you’re staying for good this time. 

First of all, this au got me flustered as heck. It’s so noir and sexy, idk how to explain it. It’s been a while since I last read smut, I got nervous and everything

Love how Yunho is putting his contract law experience to work. It be coming in clutchh

UHM THE NOONA?????? yo, you didn’t have to put that in there😭😭 have mercy

(If yall haven’t realized, I am writing this as I read)

The after care. the mf aftercare. I’m gone, that was so good. I’m foggy in the head too, send help. That writing was so good, I’m kinda not okay but in the best way.

room for three (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: stood up at the bar on a saturday night, you decide to have one more drink and then head home, but a handsome couple has other ideas in mind.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. for everyone wondering why i've been quiet, i'm on the mend from covid but finally feeling better and writing again! more to come very soon, including more into the aurora. x

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, established yunhwa relationship, mmf, praise, degredation, impact play, suggestive language, oral (f receiveing), oral (m receiving), rough sex, noona kink, use of 'whore' but in a sexy way, extremely intense orgasms, big dick yunho, talented dick hwa, cute husbands adding a third

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: nothing but smut here

word count: 9.1K

my masterlist || read it on AO3 || the sequel; and if i stay

              After an hour, you’re sure he’s not coming. You can’t say you’re too disappointed, another in a long line of blind dates set up by your mother trying to find you a husband, and you’re starting to think that maybe this just isn’t for you.

It’s not the first time you’ve been stood up, but it’s the first time in a long while and you had forgotten the sting of it. The way it feels to a be a woman alone at the restaurant bar, checking your phone endlessly and nursing a drink, feeling the pity of the wait staff and bartenders when you tell them you’ll wait just a little bit longer.

You had started off with water, but around the thirty-minute mark you decided it was a fifty-fifty chance he was ditching you, and you should just start drinking. You’re paced with your first cocktail, still giving this faceless man the benefit of the doubt. Traffic could be bad, work could be crazy, phone lines everywhere in Seoul could be down, or he could have just decided against meeting you.

              Sipping the end of your cocktail, you sigh. It’s also possible that he made it to the restaurant, saw you, and left, but that’s a thought you can’t entertain for too long without feeling sad about being thirty and single.

              Your phone lights up with a text message and you open it to see the incoming message from your best friend – how is it??? is he cute??

              a no show – you respond quickly, and you see the bubble pop up immediately to indicate that she’s typing.

              what an ass – she says, and then a second message comes through – you deserve a drink.

              way ahead of you – you tell her, sending her a picture of your fancy looking cocktail.

              pick up a handsome stranger – she suggests with a cheeky emoji – and never agree to a blind date from your mom again.

              haha – you roll your eyes as you type – i’m just going to go home, order pizza, and watch a movie or something

              suit yourself – she sends with a shrugging emoji – call me later

              You sigh, sending her a thumbs up and leaning back from the bar. It’s a pretty restaurant, romantic and warm, and you really would have liked to eat here. You watch the ice in your glass melting for a minute and check the time. You should go home, kick off these ridiculously high heels, and find something infinitely more comfortable to wear than this dress.

              You’re a moment away from standing up and going to going to coat check when the bartender returns and slides another drink in front of you with a smile.

              “Oh,” you shake your head slightly, “I didn’t order another drink,”

              “It’s from the gentlemen across the bar,” he nods over his shoulder in a vague direction.

              “Thank you,” you tell him, and you’re sure the surprise is evident on your face. As he leaves to tend to other patrons, you turn and look for the men who sent you the drink.

              The first thing you realize is how striking they are, and the one with the sharp eyes raises his glass to you and nods with a smile. The man next to him, with kind eyes and an easy, relaxed air about him simply gives you a warm smile before turning back to his friend.

              You recover quickly from your surprise and nod back in thanks. They make no effort to get up, and both have already looked away from you, so you accept the drink quietly and settle back into your seat at the bar for just one more. The only thing is that you can’t stop glancing over at them, handsome and ignoring you, which just about always describes your type. The kind looking taller man stands, and you watch him out of the corner of his eye as he drops a handful of bills on the bar. He leans in close to his friend and murmurs something in his ear, and you watch when his hand rests on the back of his neck, and softly strokes the hair at the nape of his neck. More than friends then.

              As the tall one disappears back into the restaurant, presumably to find the bathroom or check on their table, you realize these men are clearly a couple who realized you had been stood up and sent you a drink. It was sweet, and also kind of sad, and you draw your eyes back down to your phone to finish your drink in relative peace and silence.

              It startles you when a man slides into the seat next to you, and you realize it’s the one with the striking eyes and plush mouth, no longer across the bar but right here in front of you. He smiles wide, revealing perfectly white teeth, “Hello,” he says and his voice is deeper than you expected.

              “Hi,” you shift in your seat to angle towards him just a bit, “I guess I should be thanking you for the drink,”

              He shakes his head, waving your thanks away, “Forgive me if I’m assuming something here,” he says, “but you look dressed for a date.”

              “Mm,” you nod and shrug, “he didn’t show,”

              “I thought that might be the case,” he says, and he breaks your gaze to reach out for the bartender, ordering two more drinks with an easy silent hand gesture.

              “And you?” You ask him, a striking flutter in your stomach when he looks at you again, “Are you and your partner waiting for a table?”

              “Husband,” he corrects softly and then moves smoothly past it, “No, we just stopped by for a drink or two. We just noticed you sitting alone and thought we might be able to make your night a little better,”

              “That’s very kind,” you smile, relaxing into some easy conversation. He’s handsome, and it makes you feel a little like blushing every time he looks at you, but knowing the pressure is off for flirting leaves you feeling more comfortable than not.

              “I’m Seonghwa,” he introduces himself.

              “y/n,” you reply.

              “That’s pretty,” he smiles, and as the bartender returns with the two drinks you realize one isn’t for you, but for his husband. You had most of the drink that they bought you left, and you take a quick sip as Seonghwa thanks the bartender and takes one of the drinks.

              You’re about to thank him again or find something to make conversation about, when a hand drops onto the back of your chair and Seonghwa’s husband steps closer, occupying the space between your two bar seats and feeling even taller standing over you. He’s handsome too, especially up close where you can really be dazzled by his kind smile and broad shoulders.

              “There you are,” the man smiles down at Seonghwa and then turns to you, “I’m Yunho,”

              “y/n,” you tell him, and you don’t miss the way Seonghwa’s hand reaches around Yunho to rest on his back.

              “That is pretty,” he nods, and then he refocuses on the drinks at the bar, “is that for me?”

              Seonghwa nods and passes him the glass.

              Yunho’s hand stays anchored on the back of your chair, but you don’t mind. You’re tucked up close with them at the bar, these two strangers, but it feels comfortable and easy, and almost like you’re sharing a little secret amongst the three of you. You don’t mind not being alone at the bar anymore either.

              “So, your date,” Yunho moves the light conversation back to you, “did he get stuck at work or something?”

              “Ah,” you sigh, shaking your head, “no, he’s just a no show. It was a blind date though, so maybe I dodged a bullet.”

              “I’d say so,” Seonghwa observes.

              “His loss,” Yunho agrees, “I’m sure he’d be kicking himself if he knew how beautiful you are,”

              His tone is almost flirtatious, and you can’t hide the blush that warms your cheeks, aided slightly by the second cocktail. “Well,” you take a sip of your drink, “thank you,”

              “I never liked blind dates,” Seonghwa’s nose scrunches a bit at the idea and Yunho laughs.

              “You went on one,” Yunho shakes his head, “and you were twenty. Of course, it was terrible,”

              Seonghwa smirks up at him, “I meant I never liked the idea of them,”

              They’re sweet together, and you think idlily for a moment you wouldn’t mind being their friend.

              Yunho turns back to you and holds your gaze, “Do you do this a lot, then?”

              “Blind dates?” You clarify and he nods. “Lately,” you smile, “I’m doing my best to appease my very nervous mother,”

              “Ah,” he takes a long sip of his drink and then asks, “no promising candidates?”

              “Not yet,” you laugh, “I think I’m about to give up dating men entirely.”

              Yunho hums, a low pleased sound and looks to Seonghwa before meeting your eyes, “You need someone to take care of you.”

              The tone has shifted from casual joking to whatever this is with one look, and you feel a sudden strike of heat in your stomach. There’s no mistaking his gaze now, and you wonder suddenly how you got so far out into such deep water.

              Seonghwa’s voice is low and direct when he says, “We could take care of you.”

              You lower your drink to the bar, afraid that if you don’t it might slip right through your fingers, and they watch you carefully. The way your eyes widen in surprise and your lips part softly, a pink flush up your neck and cheeks. When you shift on your barstool, your legs tightening, unconsciously applying a little pressure to your core, they know they have you.

              “I’m not sure I understand,” you manage.

              “If you’re interested,” Seonghwa leans forwards just a few inches, “we’d like to take you home with us.”

              “Tonight?” you ask.

              Yunho grins, quietly laughing, “Yes, tonight.”

              “But I thought you were,” you gesture between them, drawing a line in the air from Seonghwa to Yunho and back again.

              “We are,” Seonghwa smiles, “but that doesn’t mean we aren’t interested in you, and we still would like to take you home.”

              You’re suddenly a little embarrassed, you didn’t mean to assume anything about their relationship or their sexuality, but you’d be lying if you said this is what you expected when they came over to have a drink with you. You nod, mostly to yourself and consider their words. You want them, a striking realization. You want them, and you want them to take you apart, and that thought terrifies you.

              “What does taking me home mean, exactly?” You ask.

              “It means you would spend the night with us,” Seonghwa explains.

              “All of us,” you clarify, “together?”

              “If you’d like,” he nods.

              They wait patiently while you consider things, and in the back of your mind you hear your best friend’s voice in your head, she had suggested you find a handsome stranger. You certainly didn’t expect to find two. You look between them, their eyes still warm and kind, and you have a sense that you can trust them. As you take a breath to answer them, you hope you aren’t wrong, “Okay,”

              “You don’t have to be nervous,” Yunho says softly, and you’re suddenly aware of how close he’s been standing to you this whole time, “we’ll take good care of you.”

              For some reason, you believe him.

              You swallow hard, your skin buzzing with anxious anticipation. Seonghwa seems visibly relaxed now that you’ve agreed, and he takes a sip of his drink, “We’ve been looking for someone to dote on,”

              They seem amused by your expression, and you shake it off come back to reality. You’ve had one night stands before, but they’re few and far between and never quite like this, but no matter how safe they are making you feel now, you should treat it like any other time in the past. You clear your throat softly and ask, “Would you be uncomfortable if I shared your address with my friend?”

              “Not at all,” Yunho shakes his head, “whatever makes you feel more comfortable.”

              You take your phone off the bar and open your texts, tapping out a quick message to your friend to let her know you took her advice, and you’d call her tomorrow, before sharing your location with her indefinitely.

              “Once you’re ready,” Seonghwa nods to your drink on the bar.

              “Oh,” You push the drink away slightly, “honestly, I’d rather keep a clear head.”

              “Of course,” he smiles, and lays his hand on top of yours.

              “I’ll order a car,” Yunho says, and he quickly organizes an Uber ride to pick you up outside the restaurant.

              It feels like before you can blink, you’re tucked between the two of them in the back of a black sedan, their apartment only twenty minutes away in the evening Seoul traffic. The ride is quiet, and you hope they can’t hear the way your heart is pounding against your ribs. This was easily the most spur of the moment thing you’ve ever done, but after months of failed dates with boring men you don’t seem to care.

              Seonghwa gently runs the back of his knuckles down your forearm, and you inhale sharply, your skin erupting in goosebumps. He looks over to you, but his hand against your arm doesn’t still, “You okay, love?”

              You nod, but you’re unable to really say anything after the way his voice sounded, low and crisp when he called you love. Something deep inside you wants him to say it again.

              The car drives on, and Yunho seems calm and collected as he watches the city flick by outside. Your body tenses when he drops a hand on your bare knee, sliding it up just enough so that his fingertips rest softly on your inner thigh, his thumb stroking your knee slowly, steadily. You can’t help but picture him moving his hand further up your thigh, under your skirt, teasing your wet folds with his long fingers, sinking them inside you. You don’t even realize the way you’ve parted your knees for him like a reflex, only an inch or two wider, but he smiles softly at your response and continues watching out the window.

              You notice the thin, simple ring he wears on his index finger and realize that neither of them is wearing a traditional wedding band.

              “We’re not far now,” Seonghwa tells you, and you nod, shaken out of your thoughts.

              Yunho’s hand stays steady on your knee, possessive, the weight of it grounding you to the moment as the car finally turns down their street and slows to a stop, hazard lights on. Yunho opens his door, tightening the hand on your knee for just a moment before pulling away and climbing out of the car, and your breath quickens.

              He offers you his hand, and you take it gratefully, you don’t want to be unsteady on your heels or in this tight dress. The street is busy, cars rushing past you in the night, and Yunho keeps you tucked between himself and the car, maneuvering you with ease and a hand on your waist.

              You meet Seonghwa on the sidewalk, and he waves you towards the tall apartment building. You pass through an entry way with a doorman who greets Seonghwa and Yunho kindly, calling you miss even though you’re pretty sure you’re older than both men by a couple of years, and get into an elevator to take you to the tenth floor.

              The building is nice, incredibly nice. Far nicer than yours, and you wonder what their jobs could be to accommodate something like this in such an expensive part of Seoul.

              Once inside their apartment, the gentle tension between the three of you diffuses, as you’re finally able to acknowledge more openly what’s about to happen. You step into their space and look around, wide windows along the far wall, clean and neat décor – masculine with a few interesting accents, and it’s overwhelmingly clean.

              “Welcome,” Seonghwa takes your coat and hangs it neatly in the entryway closet before ushering you more properly inside. “I’ll get you some water? Unless you’ve changed your mind about the drink?”

              “Water’s fine,” you smile, and he steps through the open concept space into a large, bright kitchen.

              “This apartment is beautiful,” you say as you take it in.

              “Thank you,” Yunho smiles, seeming even more relaxed now that he’s at home, “we love it here. It’s right in the middle of everything,”

              “What is it that you both do?” You ask, trying to find a tactful way of finding out how they could possibly afford the space.

              Seonghwa returns with your water, and they bring you into the living room, gesturing for you to make yourself comfortable on the sofa. Yunho takes a seat on chair opposite you, “Seonghwa’s a writer,” he smiles up at his husband, clearly proud, “and I’m a lawyer,”

              “That’s interesting,” you lean forwards, and Seonghwa moves past you to sit on the sofa with you.

              Yunho makes a face and shrugs, “It’s contract law, so not that interesting really, but he’s published now.”

              Seonghwa looks a little shy while his husband touts his accomplishments, and shakes his head, “it’s nothing, really.”

              Yunho shakes his head, “It’s two books,”

              “That’s impressive actually,” you tell him, “novels?”

              “Yes,” he nods.

              “I’d love to see,”

              “Another time,” Seonghwa shakes his head and waves Yunho off, who you can tell is a breath away from running to the bookshelf.

              Seonghwa shifts a little closer to you on the couch, “What about you?”

              “Oh,” you smile, “I’m an engineer,” a job that the men you dated often found intimidating.

              “Interesting,” he replies, “do you like it?”

              “Very much,” It feels suddenly like you’re on a real date with them, and you’re grateful that they are easing you into their space and the night, it helps your nerves melt away. “How did you two meet?”

              “College,” Yunho looks to Seonghwa, and you can see the deep affection in his face.

              “That’s nice,” you murmur.

              “y/n,” Seonghwa clears his throat, “can I ask how old you are?”

              “I’m thirty,” you offer without hesitation, “and I’m a little upset that you guys have a much nicer apartment than I do when you’re younger than me.”

              Yunho chuckles and shrugs, and after a beat you find yourself asking too, “How old are you both, then?”

              “Twenty-seven,” Yunho offers and nods to Seonghwa, “he’s twenty-eight.”

              “Two books by twenty-eight,” you sigh, “I see why you talk him up,” you say to Yunho, and he smiles, eyebrows raised to Seonghwa.

              You take a long sip of water and it’s quiet, a lull in conversation, and you watch as Yunho and Seonghwa silently communicate something with their eyes.

              “Is there anything else you need?” Seonghwa hand rests on your leg for a moment.

              “No, I think I’m fine,”

              “Then we should discuss tonight,” Seonghwa says, “we’d like to be sure we understand your boundaries.”

              “Oh,” you’re surprised again, “okay, that makes sense. We hardly know each other,”

              “Exactly,” he nods, before looking to Yunho and giving him a nod.

              Yunho leans forwards in his chair, elbows on his knees and he gently clasps his hands in front of him before he says, “First, I should ask, do you have any hard lines? Anything specific that makes you uncomfortable?”

              “I don’t think so,” you search your brain, but can’t come up with anything.

              He nods and adjusts, “Let me ask it a little differently,” he says, “are you comfortable being more submissive?”

              You blush, and Yunho smiles, loving the way you jumped into this experience headfirst but still seem completely embarrassed by the logistics of it. You nod a beat later to respond to his question, “I’d prefer it,” you tell him honestly.

              “That’s good,” his eyes flick to Seonghwa, and back to you. “If I had to guess, you seem like you would enjoy praise, but how about a little degradation? Name calling and more targeted dirty talk?”

              Your stomach tightens at his words, and you nod again, “All good.”

              “And pain?” He checks.

              “What do you mean?” You fold your arms unconsciously, leaning back and crossing your arms in front of you, which does not go unnoticed by either of them. The spectrum of pain that could be incorporated into sex is a wide one, and you’re suddenly nervous.

              “It’s okay if you don’t like it,” he assures you, “it’s just good for us to know before we start anything.”

              “I mean,” you let your arms drop, and try to delicately work out exactly what he means, “rough sex is fine, that can be good, and I don’t mind light things, I guess? I just wouldn’t want to,” you knot your hands together, “actually be in pain, I don’t think I would like that.”

              He nods along with your words, “I understand,” he says, holding your gaze, “we won’t hurt you.”

              “Last thing,” Seonghwa brushes a hand down your back, “if you want to stop for anything – to take a break, to stop altogether, or if you don’t like something, just tell us. We want you to feel safe with us,”

              “I do so far,” you admit.

              “Well then,” Seonghwa smiles and looks to Yunho, “is there anything else?”

              “Ah,” Yunho nods, “birth control. Should we be concerned about that, would you prefer we wear condoms?”

              “I’m on birth control, but,” you look between them, “is this something you do often?”

              Yunho shakes his head, a warm, small smile on his lips, “No, and we’ve been tested since our last additional partner. What about you?”

              You laugh and shrug, “I haven’t gotten out much lately, and at my last physical I tested clean,”

              “Then we’re comfortable if you are,”

              “I am,” you nod, and Yunho leans back in his seat, looking pleased. You were both taking some things on faith about each other, but everything’s felt shockingly right since the bar, and with the way Yunho was carefully walking through your boundaries beforehand, you feel like you can trust them.

              Yunho leans back in his chair fully, his legs seated wide open, and his eyes darken. “Hwa,” he nods to his husband, and you realize you’re about to start – no longer talking in hypotheticals.

              “y/n,” Seonghwa’s voice is soft and a little tender, “come here, love.”

              You lean towards him, and slowly he presses his mouth to yours. He’s careful with you, kissing you with closed lips and settling his hand on your hip, but slowly he starts to probe forwards. His tongue dips deliciously into your mouth as your lips part, and his hands start to stray as he moves to hover over you as you still sit side by side on the couch.

              Seonghwa’s lips move across your jaw and slowly down your throat, when his hand on your ribs tightens, you gasp pleasantly.

              “Mm,” Seonghwa hums against your throat, “you’re so responsive,”

              At a nip of his teeth you jump, a little shockwave running over you. You shift to kiss his lips again, and he drags you forwards against him so you can hold onto his shoulders. You hum against his lips and try to shift so that you’re facing him better on the couch but the tight column of your dress gets in the way of your movement.

              Seonghwa tugs collar of the navy-blue dress a little and you feel his fingers find the zipper on the back, “Let’s take this off you, hmm?”

              You nod, all you seem to be able to do with your brain short circuiting like this, and he drags the zipper down to expose your back to the cool air of the apartment. Seonghwa peels it away from you with ease, and it pools at your waist. You’ll need to stand to shimmy it off fully, but he doesn’t seem to be in any rush.

              He drinks you in, and you’re suddenly grateful that you chose the underwear you did. He cups your breast over your bra, a little lace in peachy pink, and squeezes softly. “Isn’t she perfect?” Seonghwa turns and looks to Yunho.

              You had almost forgotten he was in the room, so quiet while you and Seonghwa explored each other, but when you follow his gaze, you see Yunho’s eyes dark with desire his lips wet. “Perfect,” he confirms.

              Seonghwa stands and pulls you to your feet, and he loosens the zipper on the back of your dress the rest of the way. With a slide of his hands he strips the fabric off you, his hands splayed wide on your thighs as he settles behind you.

              Yunho holds a handout to you, and you step forwards, Seonghwa’s hands falling away.

              “Come sit,” he adjusts his legs and pats his thigh, prompting you to straddle him on the chair and sit on his lap, facing him.

              His gaze is exposing, and you can feel yourself blushing when you look away from him. He makes a negative noise with his tongue against his teeth, and he raises your eyes with his and on your jaw, “What’s the matter, baby?”

              “Nothing,” you shake your head, “I just don’t know that anyone’s ever looked at me this closely before,”

              He smiles and looks down at your body, pressing softly on your chest to make you lean away from him a little, and you brace yourself with a hand behind you on his knee. He drags his middle and ring finger down your body, starting at your breastbone and coasting slowly over your stomach, dipping along your navel, and stopping just above the hemline of your panties. He strokes the skin here, massaging it gently, “You deserve to be looked at,” he lets his thumb slip under your panties, continuing his massaging circles, “and to be touched.”

              “Oh,” you shiver, and he likes the way you’re already twitching with need above him.

              “Do you want to be touched?” his thumb slides lower and brushes it lightly your skin.

              You nod, a little desperately, “Yes,” you already sound a little breathless.

              “Not yet,” he moves suddenly, sitting up and dragging you forwards against him in one smooth movement, and he catches your mouth with his, he’s lips insistent and hungry against yours.

              His hands roam your body, palming each breast, sweeping along your hips and thighs, and squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. You can’t help the soft moan that slips out of your mouth when he catches your bottom lip with his teeth, and he sighs into you.

              “Yunho,” Seonghwa’s voice cuts through and you both break the kiss to turn to him, “let’s take her to bed, hmm?”

              “Mhm,” he holds you close and hoists himself standing, pulling your legs up around his hips and hooking one of his arms under your hips to hold you up, “Let’s go,”

              “You can put me down,” you offer him.

              “Not a chance,” his hands squeeze you.

              Once in the bedroom, he deposits you in the center of their king mattress, appraising you and waiting for Seonghwa.

              “You look good in our bed,” Seonghwa observes, his voice dropping at the sight of you.

              You push up on your elbows, “Where should we start?”

              “Just relax,” Yunho eases you, “we’re in no rush,”

              Yunho moves behind Seonghwa, dropping his head to nuzzle softly against his temple, bringing his arms around Seonghwa’s shoulders. Your mouth runs dry the minute you watch Yunho’s mouth working against Seonghwa’s throat, and his hands start to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, bearing Seonghwa’s chest to you little by precious little.

              You inhale sharply and watch Seonghwa drop his head back to bare his neck, adorned in a fine gold chain, his eyes slipping shut and letting himself sink into the tender ministrations of his lover. As Yunho runs his hands up Seonghwa’s chest slowly, your legs part on their own and the hand you had resting on your stomach starts to creep lower.      

              You can’t tear your eyes away from them, Seonghwa’s chest rising and falling in quick pants as Yunho sucks on his pulse points and runs his thumb across a nipple. You dip your fingers under your panties, sinking your fingers into your already wet folds, and start to circle your fingers expertly on your already swollen clit.

              At a broken little whimper from your lips, Yunho and Seonghwa both look to you and for a moment they watch the way your hand bobs up and down, fabric straining over the back of your knuckles, but then Seonghwa steps forwards and seizes your wrist, pulling your hand free.

“We told you,” He kneels on the bed by your side, “we’ll take care of you.” He raises your hand to his lips and takes your wet fingers into his mouth, tongue curling around your digits and sucking off any evidence of your arousal.

              “Oh,” you breathe, nearly groaning at the sensation.

              He slides your fingers slowly from his mouth, kissing the tips softly before dropping your hand back on your stomach and sliding off the bed again. In the interim, Yunho has stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, and you’re electric with anticipation.

              “You have to taste her,” Seonghwa says, unbuckling his belt to drop his trousers, leaving him in just his boxers.

              “I will,” Yunho assures him, and the promise of it has you aching to be touched.

              Seonghwa slips back onto the bed with you, only this time he slides down to lay next to you, rolling you to face him on your side and kisses you hard, his lips more insistent this time and his hand tight on your hip. The bed dips behind you, and Yunho brings himself close to your back, almost spooning. He runs his hand along your thigh and presses it up, maneuvering your one leg up and bent at the knee, and Seonghwa deftly catches it and holds it hitched over his hip.

              You’re trembling when Yunho starts to touch you, running his finger along your clothed slit, and you want to beg for more, but Seonghwa won’t let you leave his kisses for anything but air. Yunho knows though, reading your body’s twitches and jerks, and he hooks his finger under the edge of your panties to push them aside and sink a single finger inside you. You gasp against Seonghwa’s mouth and Yunho kisses your bare shoulder, “You’re so tight, baby,” he works his finger in and out of you slowly, “do you really think you can take us?”

              Seonghwa smiles against your mouth and his fingers tighten on your thigh, “Too tight for Yunho’s fingers?”

              All you can manage is a moan, and when Yunho pulls out this time, he adds a second finger and presses you open more. “We can work you open,” he breaths against your back, warm breath on your bare skin, “don’t worry, baby.”

              “Oh my god,” you can’t believe how good they are at this, practiced in how to touch and what to say, and you know there’s no coming back from this, every touch making you more insatiable.

              Yunho’s fingers leave you, and he leans away to unhook your bra, sliding the straps down and you maneuver with them to take it off and toss it aside. Seonghwa moves closer, impossibly so, and slides his leg between yours, pressing up firmly with his thigh against your center. He slips a hand into your hair and holds you firmly before holding your gaze tightly and nodding, his thigh flexing under you.

              You know what he wants instantly, and you rock against him, grinding yourself down on his bare thigh, the rough lace of your underwear creating sharp friction against your clit. Yunho’s hand slips between you, palming your bare breast and tweaking your nipple, flicking and rolling it as it pebbles up hard under his fingers.

              Seonghwa’s face has a hardened edge to it now, and you hold onto him desperately as you work yourself against him, embarrassingly close to coming already. He adjusts his hold on your hair and holds you tight, “Come on then,” he taunts you, “you wanted to make yourself come so badly,”

              “Oh god,” you try to drop your eyes, but he holds you steady, his free hand delivering a quick slap to your backside.

              You jolt, whimpering into a moan, and Yunho massages the spot to soothe the sting. When you come it’s fast against Seonghwa’s thigh, and they let you drop back against the bed a moment later.

              Yunho pulls his shirt over his head and lays back flat against the bed, getting himself comfortable before he turns to you. You’re looking into his eyes when you feel a tug on your panties, Seonghwa pulling them down and off you.

              “I need you to come up here,” Yunho grins, tapping his chin. 

              “What do you,” you’re starting to say, put Seonghwa has already pulled you up and away from Yunho before you can finish your sentence.

              “You’re going to sit on his face,” Seonghwa says, not a question but a command, “and he’s going to make you come.”

              Your breath is caught in your throat, but you’re ready, throwing your nerves and any lingering self-consciousness out the window. Seonghwa watches as you move to climb onto Yunho, but he interrupts you when he sees which way you’ll be facing. “Turn the other way,” he says, and guides you until you straddle Yunho, resting two hands on his chest to hold yourself steady.

              Yunho pulls you down sharply, his tongue probing your slick folds to find your clit. His arms wrap tightly around your hips to hold you steady, and you’re left to do nothing but hold yourself up and rock your hips against his tongue.

              “Eyes on me,” Seonghwa says, and your head snaps up. Seonghwa pulls Yunho’s boxers down his legs with ease, and your eyes widen at the sight of his cock standing hard at attention. You moan, wanting him with such a sudden heat that your hips drop down a little further and you hear Yunho hum, pleased and encouraging.

              Seonghwa drops between Yunho’s legs, and though Seonghwa himself is not a small man, between Yunho’s thighs and long legs he looks it. You watch as Seonghwa starts to work Yunho’s cock, rolling his wrist and pumping up and down his thick length. Yunho moans into you and sucks your clit sharply in response, your brain spiking with pleasure, and you collapse further down onto Yunho.

              “I’ll show you what he likes,” Seonghwa says, and he dips his head to accept Yunho in his mouth. His hips jerk, and Seonghwa slaps Yunho’s thigh softly as if to tell him off. Seonghwa bobs his head up and down Yunho’s cock, as far down as he can take him comfortably and you are flushed with heat, a tight knot of pleasure building inside you.

              Yunho moans into you again and your legs start to shake, his constant attention to your clit driving you up fast and you can’t control the sounds that leave you now. Seonghwa pulls off Yunho when he hears you, and reaches up to take your chin, “Spit,” he commands, holding out his hand and you comply easily, pooling saliva in your mouth and letting it run from your lips into his hand.

              Seonghwa drops the hand you spit into on Yunho’s throbbing cock and works his hand faster now, the sound slick and wet and with Seonghwa’s eyes on you, you come again, falling fully onto Yunho’s chest and abdomen and arching your hips, letting him hold you to his tongue for as long as possible until he’s sure you’ve come through it.

              He pulls away from you with a gasp, “Hwa, stop, stop,” and you see the way Yunho’s hips are jerking, thrusting his cock into Seonghwa’s tight hand, too close to coming for how early it is in the night.

              Seonghwa pulls his hand away, and leans forward to kiss you, tender, “You’re doing so well,”

              You smile, dreamy, and ease yourself off Yunho.

              Yunho sits up, pulling you into his arms with ease, “Look at you,” he kisses you and smiles, “you’re perfect,”

              “Love,” Seonghwa brushes his hand along your thigh, “what do you need?”

              Your hand drifts, coasting down Yunho’s front, and you run your hand along his hard cock. Yunho groans softly, his eyes fluttering shut, and you kiss his chest, “I want you in my mouth,”

              Yunho pants slightly as you pump your hand, but you turn in his arms to look at Seonghwa, “and I want you inside me,”

              Seonghwa’s lips quirk into a smile and he chuckles, “Is that how you want to be treated, love? Like a whore?”

              No one’s ever called you that before, and you whine unexpectedly, Seonghwa watching when your face melts into a needy pout, and he knows he’s unlocking something for you.

              “If that’s what you want,” he shrugs, and he taps Yunho to tell him it’s time to move into a new position.

              When Yunho shifts off the bed to stand, Seonghwa kneels behind you, and he pulls your hips up fast to position you on all fours. The head of his cock is pressing at your entrance a second later, and he pushes down on your back to arch you open.

              “Please,” you look back at him, “please fuck me,”

              He shakes his head, “Take him in your mouth first,” He says, “as far as you can,”

              Yunho steps towards you, and you open your mouth eagerly, ready and waiting. He cups your chin and sinks his hand into your hair, holding the back of your head steady as he shifts his hips forwards and slides his cock over your wet tongue.

              You hear him exhale hard through his nose, and you extend your neck to take him further, your mouth stretched wide around him, and your throat opens to accept as much of him as you can take. He bumps the back of your throat, and you choke around him, your gag reflex firing and he slides himself out of your mouth. You shake your head, a heaving gasp on your lips, “No, no, I want to try again,”

              Yunho looks down at you, his tongue against his teeth as he holds himself back from throwing restraint away and fucking you throat, “Is that right? You want to choke on my cock?”

              “Please,” you groan, opening your mouth wide, looking up at him from under your lashes.

              He presses back in, and you take his cock down again, this time slower and more controlled. You steady your breathing, and when you softly choke against him this time, you keep your panic down and don’t gag against him, just struggle through a spluttering cough that seems to only make him harder. When you think you’re getting the hang of it, Seonghwa thrusts forwards and shoves his cock into deeply, griding his hips against you and gripping your waist once he’s fully seated inside you. The sudden stretch has you startled, and you pull off Yunho to cry out, your body trembling as you try to hold yourself up the way they want you.

              Seonghwa’s hand comes down quick, striking your soft skin, lighting up your backside pink, and you gasp into a choked cry. Yunho pushes your hair back from your face and crouches to be at your eye level, but before he can say anything, Seonghwa delivers another punishing spank and you jolt forwards, body shaking and a tight noise from your lips.

              “Hwa!” Yunho’s voice is quick and cutting and you feel Seonghwa still completely. Yunho holds your face and meets your eyes, “Too much? Are you alright?”

              “Why’d you stop?” You press your hips back into Seonghwa, panting and blinking through the haze, “Keep going, please, please,”

              “I knew it,” Seonghwa thrusts hard, knocking his hips into yours.

              Yunho presses a messy kiss to your lips, “You’re such a good girl,” he all but growls into your ear, and he stands again to press his cock head to your lips. You lick him sharply, your tongue flicking over his soft slit before you sink your mouth over him once more.

              Seonghwa picks up the pace of his thrusts, driving his cock into you at quick pace, and he curses tightly, “I knew it when I saw you at the bar,” he says, spanking you harshly again, “you were going to be a perfect little whore for us,”

              Your brain whites out at his words, the sensation of him filling you fully and completely combined with the sting of his slaps and Yunho’s cock in your mouth has you completely out of control, held tightly between both men as they thrust into you. Yunho’s hand tightens on your scalp, and he pulls away from you, addressing Seonghwa over your shaking body, “Slide back for me,”

              Seonghwa shifts back, his cock leaving you for a moment, and he pulls you across the sheets, repositioning you quickly before thrusting back inside you and resuming his relentless pace. Yunho kneels low in front of you on the bed, his knees open wide so he can sit low and better meet your gaze. He smiles at you, nodding when he sees the fucked-out expression on your face, and gathers your hair up, securing it a little better in one fist behind your head, his other hand coming to hold your jaw steady.

              You can’t control the noises that slip out of you now, your body feeling like a live wire as Seonghwa pistons his hips harder. Yunho watches you with awe, and he curses when you make particularly pained whine and grip down on the bedsheets beneath you.

              “Mhm,” Yunho coaxes you, his brows knit together as he nods, “there you go, taking Hwa so well,”

              Your muscles tighten down and Seonghwa groans behind you, quickening his hips.

              “Oh god, oh god,” you’ve never felt something like this, your body building to something new, and you feel the way your legs are shaking, hearing the vibration in your voice as you cry out. Yunho draws your hand to his stiff length, and you start to work it without a thought, dragging your hand over him at a steady pace, watching as Yunho’s mouth drops open in pleasure.

              Seonghwa’s hand drops down on your ass again, fully unexpected this time, and you cry out, a sharp, surprised sound, but it tumbles into a keening moan as a tight string inside your body breaks and you crest into a shaking orgasm.

              Yunho pulls you forwards, leaning you on his shoulder to help support you, and he kisses your hairline, his hand shifting to find your throat and squeezing down perfectly. “There you go,” he whispers to you, soothing you as you crash through it, “let go, baby, come for us, baby,”

              His hand releases and you inhale sharply, a tight high-pitched whine, and you press further forwards, your entire body shaking as you come down. Seonghwa pulls out of you, his hands that were a moment ago tight on your skin now soft and massaging, and he brushes his hand lightly over the tender pink skin where he slapped you, soothing you easily now.

              “I can’t breathe,” your chest is heaving, and Yunho directs you easily with his hands so that you’re lying back on the bed now, eyes shut as you recover your breath and try to feel your limbs again.

              Your eyes open again when a hand caresses your chest, softly stroking your skin and running over your stomach. Seonghwa is looking down at you with kind eyes, “Hello, love,”

              You sigh, a long deep exhale and reach for his hand, interlocking your fingers together, “Hi,”

              “Feeling good?” He smiles.

              “So good,” you let your head loll to the side and bump right into Yunho’s thigh.

              “Hey, pretty girl,” He takes your free hand and kisses it softly.

              “God,” your body still feels like it has the shakes, “I didn’t know it could be like that,”

              Seonghwa grins, “We’re not done with you just yet,”

              Yunho slides away from you and moves to the other side of the bed, closing his hands around your calves and dragging you forwards to position you better. He opens your legs, folding them back and you feel your them starting to tremble again already.

              Yunho sighs, and you watch him palm his cock, stroking it as he moves closer to you, nudging your clit with the warm velvet head. Your legs jerk, your hips shifting back and away at the overstimulation, and he shushes you softly, brushing his hand up the back of your thigh and looking down at your warmly, “You’re alright,” he soothes you.

              You watch as he looks up to his husband, and moments later Seonghwa moves in low behind you, reaching around you to take each of your legs and hold you open. Yunho bites his lip softly as he looks down at you before reaching to the side and grabbing a small bottle of lube. He spreads just enough over his cock to make it glisten from tip to base, and when he starts to press inside of you, you’re so grateful for it. If Seonghwa had filled you completely, Yunho was splitting you open and you cry out, your hips shifting back on their own and your head dropping back against Seonghwa’s shoulder.

              Yunho presses forwards, stretching you open, and Seonghwa kisses your temple softly, “Come on, noona,” he whispers, husky, “you can take him.”

              The sound that leaves your lips is sudden and wanton, and when your eyes flutter back open you see Yunho grinning down at you, his cock now fully sheathed inside you. “Listen to you,” he teases, rocking his hips a little, “you liked that.”

              “I don’t,” you shake your head, struggling to reach for coherent thought as he starts to pump himself in and out of you, dragging along your g-spot perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure up your whole body every time he sinks all the way inside, “Fuck, fuck, god,”

              Seonghwa holds your shaking legs open, but dips low to catch your ear in his teeth, softly pulling on the lobe and kissing the hollow of your ear, “Such a dirty mouth, noona,”

              You’re crying now, you have to be with the whimpering sounds that leave you now, but you can’t make sense of anything, just the feeling of Yunho’s hands on your hips, his cock filling every tight little space of your cunt, and Seonghwa’s voice at your ear.

              “Fuck,” your body starts to spasm, and you hear Yunho chuckle, “please, please, fuck,”

              Seonghwa looks up to Yunho, “Faster,” he directs him.

              Yunho tips forwards, his large hands closing over your waist to hold you steady as he fucks into faster, driving his hips down with a pointed snap on every downward thrust. Seonghwa holds you tight, kissing your face, “Do you like being our noona, baby?”

              Your body shakes, locking up and you drop your head back to the bed, letting them both hold you down. Seonghwa shifts his hand to massage your clit and you keen, your walls spasming tightly around Yunho’s hard length as you come apart beneath him.

              “Good girl,” Yunho groans, “come on my cock, noona,”

              You brain blanks, your body quaking uncontrollably and the wave of your orgasm holding you under, blood rushing in your ears.

              Seonghwa chuckles above you, “There we go,”

              Yunho continues to pump his hips, “I have to come,”

              Seonghwa eases up on his forearms, cupping Yunho’s cheek, “Come then,”

              As your body flutters through your orgasm, Yunho groans above you, collapsing on top of you and coming hot and fast inside you. His chest is pressed against yours, and you can feel the way his heart is hammering away, and Seonghwa brushes a hand down both of your sweat slick skin, comforting and calming. When Yunho recovers, he lifts up and captures your mouth in a kiss, sighing against you.

              A few moments pass, and then Yunho realizes you’re shaking beneath him like a leaf, and he slides out of you, rolling to the side.

              Seonghwa cups your cheek, looking at how thoroughly spent you look, but he drags his thumb along your lower lip, “Can you take a little more?”

              “More,” you repeat, but you brain hasn’t reconnected yet.

He pulls you gently so that you’re further on the bed, and slides between your legs, “Can you?”

You’re not entirely sure that you can, but you nod and let him open your legs up to thrust slowly back inside you. He rolls his hips into you slower this time, and you can tell just from looking at him for a moment that he’s close.

You reach to the side, your hand connecting with some extremity, and you gasp out, “Yunho,”

He shifts around to kneel by you both, and as Seonghwa works himself inside you, Yunho cups your cheek, smiling when he sees the way you’re still shaking.

“Yunho,” you repeat, your voice caught in a moan.

“I’m here,” he murmurs softly.

“He’s close,” you pant, and Yunho’s eyes darken, Seonghwa making a shaky groan above you, “he needs to come,”

Yunho realizes in a second what you’re looking for, and it fills him with warmth. Turning his head, he presses a kiss to Seonghwa’s shoulder, before surging forwards and catching his mouth in a heady kiss. Yunho drags a hand down his back, cupping his ass and urging him to fuck you faster. He leans in to his husband’s ear, “You look so beautiful fucking her, so beautiful,”

Seonghwa moans against Yunho, panting as they lean against each other, foreheads pressed together, and you whine beneath them, reaching to tease Seonghwa’s nipple under your thumb to get him closer.

“Oh fuck,” He stutters.

“Please, Hwa,” you moan, “please, come, I need it, I need it,”

You watch as Yunho secures a hand to Seonghwa’s throat and squeezes, and he jerks, coming hard and sudden, his hands that are holding you steady gripping down hard enough to leave bruises. Yunho lets him go but kisses him hard.

Seonghwa pulls out and comes up on his knees between your legs, and your muscles flutter, still spasming with little aftershocks, and you feel the rush of wet warmth between your legs when their combined release drips out of you.

You’re all a little dazed, but Seonghwa recovers first, and you listen as he starts water in the bathroom for a bath. Yunho smiles softly and pulls you into his arms, lifting you with ease and following Seonghwa into the large ensuite.

“How’s that?” Yunho kisses your temple tenderly when he deposits you in the warm water of the bath, and you groan pleasantly at the sensation.

              “Perfect,”

              Seonghwa and Yunho both shower together, poking their heads around the glass wall to make sure you’re still doing okay every few minutes, and by the time they’re cleaned up and wearing soft sleep pants and t-shirts, the water is starting to go tepid and you’re ready to come out.

              Once again, Yunho holds you steady as you step out of the bath and Seonghwa wraps you in a fluffy white towel, patting you dry while Yunho holds you standing and handing you a pretty, champagne colored robe.

              “You can use this for now,” he murmurs, and you tie it around you.

              “Let’s get you some water and some food,” Yunho says, his tone like Seonghwa’s, even and low.

              “I feel like I’m in a fog,” you take a deep breath and sweep your hair back from your face.

              “Mm,” Seonghwa nods, “you need rest.”

              “Can I,” you taken an unsteady step and they both move to hold you steady, “do you mind if I stay for just a bit, I think you’re right, I could use some water.”

              Yunho shakes his head at you, amused, “You’ll stay with us tonight, don’t worry about a thing.”

              “I don’t want to impose,” you sigh.

              “It isn’t an imposition,” Seonghwa insists, “we want you here. Now relax and let us help,”

              So you do. They keep you close for the rest of the evening, cooking for you and massaging the aching muscles in your neck, kissing you with soft familiarity, and treating you much more like a date than a one-night stand.

              Later, you rest in bed between them, laying up on Yunho’s chest and talking to him softly as Seonghwa brushes through your tangled hair. Yunho plays with your fingers, idlily as you lean against him. Your thumb passes over his bare ring finger.              

              “You don’t wear wedding bands,” you observe, more of a statement than a question.

              “Not traditional ones,” Yunho smiles, and he moves your fingers to pass over the ring he wears on his index finger.

              “I wear my chain,” Seonghwa says from your side, and you remember the gold adornment around his neck from earlier.

              “I like non-traditional,” you murmur.

              “It always worked better for us,” Yunho shrugs, “maybe it works better for you too.”

              You hum softly, kissing his chest and Seonghwa puts the hairbrush aside to cuddle close to you both.

              “Noona,” Seonghwa runs a hand across your arm, “how would you feel about doing this again?”

              You blush at his innocuous use of noona after your unexpected response to it earlier, and Yunho chuckles. You look between them, “You mean seeing you both again? The sex?”

              “Yes,” Seonghwa nods, “seeing us again,”

              You nod, trying to control your grin and Yunho dips to kiss you soundly, “Good,”

              “We like you here,” Seonghwa sighs against you.

              “I like me here,”

              They wrap you up between them, soft touches and traded kisses, and you have no idea what more time with them will mean, but you’ll take anything if it means you can rest like this in their arms a little while longer.

— ꒰ 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗕𝗘𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 ▪︎ KANG YEOSANG [1]

★ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: kang yeosang + fem!reader

★ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mafia!yeosang, manhandling, dom!sang, petnames, degradation, husband!yeosang + suggestive office!sex... this man will drive you crazy...

★ 𝗮/𝗻: inspiration of the day was misbehava from ziya! she's a underrated artist, i recommend listening to while reading, it's another level. maybe smut in chapter.2

It was not from today that you wanted to spice up your relationship with your husband, Yeosang. It's not that the sex is bad, on the other hand, he makes you feel like no one else, but, on a date with friends, they all commented on how good it was to be handled by their partners that you couldn't get out of your head.

The scene of a Yeosang, treating you degradingly, being rough with you, handling you in the position he wants was quite tempting. You were frustrated because you didn't know how to say that to him. Lucky for you, your best friend Wooyoung knows how to work things out very well.

"My love, you're going to put this lingerie on here, fix your beautiful hair, put on a make-up you know is successful, and put an overcoat over the lingerie. Don't ask me how I know this." he joked, sorting out the suggested pieces for you. You guys had known each other for years so you had a great intimacy, it was like you were blood brothers.

"But…what if he doesn't like it?"

"I'm absolutely sure he's going to love it, you showing up in his office during some phone call or video call and revealing what you intend to do, it can be like winning the lottery." he commented, fixing his hair to look charming.

"Oh alright Woo. What would I be without you?" I commented, smiling sweetly at the boy in front of me.

"I know you love me but it's time to get ready. And be a brat, don't let him win you over with his sweet words." he said before leaving the room and closing the door.

Sangie might even be the leader of a mob, but he treated me like I was the queen of this world. From opening car doors for me, helping me with my dress at important events, to always helping me out when I need help or am in pain. He really is an angel. But what would the dark side of this angel look like?

I bit my lip at the scene that popped into my head, the way he would look at me, making me feel small next to him, the way he would impose orders. The way he's going to tell me to stay in the position he wants...

Okay, before I start having an attack, I need to get ready or he's going to arrive in the room and see everything I intend to do.

I stripped off my clothes and underwear, getting ready to shower first. One weakness I know he loves is fragrant people, he spends hours and hours laying behind me with his nose on my neck, telling me how good it feels to smell me.

When I got out of the shower, I noticed that on top of our bed was a note along with a pair of black pumps, black fishnet tights and a garter belt. The note was from Wooyoung, who told me to wear this if I want my husband to lose control.

Yeosang killed people, exterminated his enemies, he was totally different than he is with me. So what would become of me if I teased him a little?

I put the pantyhose together with the pair of pumps, throwing the black coat over my body and finishing with a strap. On my lips the red lipstick highlighted my feminine features very well, I looked at myself in the mirror one last time before starting to walk to his office.

When I arrived in front of the huge dark oak door, I gave two taps followed by a slow one, so he would know it was me. He whispered something under his breath before giving me permission to enter. Great, he was on the phone.

When I walked in, there he was. My vision blurred with lust. Yeosang was in the leather chair, a cigarette in his fingers while his expression was serious. It seemed to be solving something.

His long black hair was parted, in front of his face, from afar I could see the birthmark that I loved to look at when he was sleeping. As soon as he looked up and stared at me, he stuttered.

"Sir, is everything okay?"

He frowned before averting his eyes and turning his chair so he wouldn't be looking at me. I haven't even opened my coat yet, the weak point was the red lipstick. It's like a code that tonight would be extensive.

"Yes. Continue."

But on the bright side, the glass in his office overlooking the garden was mirrored both inside and out. In short, he was watching me. He brought the cigarette up to his mouth again, before settling back in his chair and spreading his legs. His eyes glazed over me by the window's reflection.

I smiled innocently, before leaning a little closer and opening my coat, revealing my lingerie and tights. I threw the overcoat on an armchair that was there and walked around, fussing with my hair. He turned his chair around again, staring at me as if he expected me to say something.

"I need to hang up, I have a serious matter to attend to." he said before hanging up the phone and throwing it somewhere. "What is the occasion of this?"

I gave a weak laugh, sitting in the armchair as he followed me with his eyes. I smiled sweetly at him as I placed my finger in my mouth, biting slowly.

"Sangie...you know i love you, right?" I started, watching him get up and adjust the sleeves of his black shirt. We all loved that color. It was luxurious, tempting, irresistible.

"Hm...I know my princess. But I'm sure there's something hidden in that sweet little face." he whispered, heading to a small counter that held several drinks.

"I wanted to ask you something but if you don't want to do it, that's fine." I started, I needed to calculate my next steps. He brought the glass of liquor to his lips, nodding for me to continue. "I wanted you to be rough with me today. "

He set the glass back on the counter and crossed his arms. As he didn't say anything I continued. God forgive me.

"I've been thinking about what it would be like to be manhandled by you for a while and it made me very horny and wet." I sighed. He straightened his spine, getting incredibly taller. "And I thought I'd tell you this but..."

A laugh echoed through the room. He ran his hands through his hair before approaching me and placing his hands on either side of the chair, cornering me and making me smaller. His expression clouded with desire, he licked his lips before whispering.

"So my little wife wants to be manhandled? She wants me to make her swallow everything in whatever position I want, is that it?" he said, the smile never leaving his lips. "Answer my love."

"Y-yes..."

"Oh yes, now I see. I always treated you like you were the queen of the world but deep down you want to be treated like a real whore, don't you?" he said, his hand roaming my body making me shiver. "So...I'm going to fuck you and you're going to take it all quietly. I don't want to hear your voice. You understood me?"

"Yes..."

"You're usually pretty communicative, what happened? Hm?" his fingers climbed to the back of my neck, squeezing a little, his gaze filled with desire. "Are you shy baby?"

"I...I thought you wouldn't like it..." I said, my voice calm and my eyes averting his. Kang Yeosang, I'm ready to be yours.

"Perfect. From what I can tell you're already pretty wet, so it'll be easy to get in..." he said. His arms went around my waist, lifting me roughly from the chair, one of his hands went to my hair as he turned me around, leaving me with my face on the upholstery and my ass in the air.

He tugged at my hair, his lips touching my ear managed to have the power to make me even wetter. Fuck, since when is he like this and he never showed me?

“If you're a good little bitch, maybe I won't be so hard on you. But if you disobey me...Well, pay to see." he said, his erection pressed against my pussy made me weak. And right in front of us there is a fucking mirror.

"Sangie..."

"No no sweetie, it's sir to you."

He unbuttoned his shirt, his ripped abs showing. The hand continued to tug at my hair, making me look at his reflection as he ran his other fingers along his happytrail. Damn, what a man.

"You're going to stand still while I take my clothes off, understand? Isn't that what you wanted?" he growled. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This man is driving me crazy!

"Y-yes sir..." damn, I couldn't even speak properly. The lust level was high in my body.

"Hm, how cute. I see you still have manners, don't you my love?" He smiled. His words alternating between sweet and rude. Really, I didn't believe that that angel in human form, all charismatic with me, all cute and always respecting me, would reach this level.

I think we all commit sins, don't we?

"You'll take it all without complaining. And if you move I'll put you back where you belong, got it?"

— ꒰ 𝗨𝗡𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗬 ▪︎JUNG WOOYOUNG & CHOI SAN

★ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: jung wooyoung + fem!reader + choi san

★ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mafia!wooyoung, mafia!san, hide and seek, yandere behaviour, smoking, petnames, woosan relationship, violence, hard!dom ...

★ 𝗮/𝗻: it's the first time i write in english, so sorry if it's not good!! this is my first au, hope you like it ;)

"Are you sure about that?" the man asked. His feet were on the dark oak table, the cigarette between his fingers was making a contagious smoke, the cold and melancholy gaze hovered over the guard in front of him.

"Yes sir, she was not at the location we received information from. Another man reported that she is spreading secrets about your mafia, sir..."

The guard revealed, and damn, his fingers were sweating, Wooyoung's intense gaze made everyone fall to his feet, he exhale dominance and knew very well how to put someone in their place. The man drummed his fingers on the hard table, millions of thoughts racing through his mind but one was dominating them all.

His doll, who managed to escape.

"Woo, I got something interesting from our informant." San said entering the office, he was wearing an all black suit, his black hair parted in the middle gave him an intense look, just like his partner's. "Apparently she and her new boyfriend are shopping at a clothing store, right now."

"That little girl forgot to put herself in her own place. She doesn't know it, but this is all turning me on." Wooyoung revealed, earning a rogue smile from San. The man approached and whispered in his ear.

"And why don't we go hunt her down there?"

Luxury cars pulled up to the fancy store, the attendants were also part of the mafia like half the city, so it would be easy to close the store for a few hours to sort out some business. (Y/N) was still inside the store, but her boyfriend was called to the parking lot because they said his car was in trouble. What a silly, it was just a setup.

"This whole situation is making me really hard right now, so I think she better be a good girl for us" the half black, half blonde haired man said, the famous oreo hair from Jung Wooyoung.

"I say the same, and it looks like our dear doll is in the area we wanted." San said, cautiously approaching the dressing room. According to the store clerk, (Y/N) was trying on new lingerie. Poor thing, little did she know it was all a plan for two wolves to devour her at once.

"I want you all out of the store now, close it, and only open when I tell you to, understand?" Wooyoung said, adjusting his black suit as he approached San.

The two mens approached the dressing room area, and right away they could see the dressing room that their dear doll was in, as the clothes they gave her were hanging on the small curtain. Wow, this is going to be interesting...

"Little doll, where are you?" San started, he knew that meeting them was the last thing his dear doll wanted, but they already knew where she was, where she lived, who her new boyfriend was. 'Cause they wouldn't let her get away at all.

(Y/N) put his hands over his mouth as she heard the slow steps and the deep voice echo through the small hall, how the fuck could they have guessed? Was it months of planning the escape, only to have her in the palm of their hands?

"It doesn't have to be so formal, Sannie, I'm sure we'll have to be rough to put her in her place..."

She was screwed, totally screwed. And as if that wasn't enough, the piece of clothing that was on the curtain had disappeared, in short, she was only in lingerie inside a cubicle along with two predators.

"Is she hiding from us, Woo? Poor thing, little does she know that this game is our favorite..."

Obviously they knew which dressing room she was in, but this hide-and-seek game was really interesting.

"Our doll doesn't know but her daddies are getting hot..."

The main lights went out, leaving only a few red neon lanterns to illuminate the room. Fuck, fuck, this wasn't supposed to be happening but she was getting turned on. Two men, tall, fragrant and very well dressed, hunting her, like animals...

May God forgive her for her sins.

"Doll, daddy is already running out of patience for this game. It's been seven and a half months since you ran away, but you forgot who you were dealing with..." San started, his deep voice echoing through the hall as his footsteps alternated back and forth. "So be a good girl and get out of where you are."

Fuck no. She wasn't going out, she wasn't ready to see them, she wasn't ready to feel them in her body, as she had been for weeks.

"I don't think she understands, San. Should we get her?"

Footsteps approached the cubicle she was in, and in the blink of an eye, the curtain was pulled back. The men's hungry gazes roamed over his doll's body as Wooyoung approached her, letting out a whistle.

Long fingers covered in rings caressed her doll's wet cheek, it was obvious she was crying, both from sadness at having her plan failed and from adrenaline. But all the caress he was giving was just a facade, to squeeze her cheeks tightly as San approached from the other side, his nose roaming her neck, craving a bite.

"Be a good girl to us and get on your knees, we'll eat you until your legs go weak."

San pulled the phone out of his pocket, pointing the camera at his dear doll's wet face as she got into the position that had been ordered, kneeling between Wooyoung's legs while her back was against San's legs. There's no way to escape, there's no way to run, they are the leaders of the most dangerous and organized mafia in the country.

"Let's show her little boyfriend what a slut she is to us, our good girl, shall we, hm?"

Wooyoung let out a weak smile, running his tongue over his teeth before removing the belt from his pants. Damn, what a relief it was to take those pants off, because now his dick was throbbing against his black underwear.

"I'm gonna fuck your tiny throat so hard, doll, until you forget your own name..." Wooyoung said, and if that wasn't enough, his partner finished making (Y/N)'s legs wobble.

"And I'm going to fuck this little cunt of yours that you're goin' to feel my cock in your belly for weeks, you like that?"

Seonghwa is so foine 😮‍💨

— ꒰ 𝟮𝗔𝗠 ▪︎PARK SEONGHWA

★ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: park seonghwa + fem!reader

★ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: cheating, dom!hwa, petnames, reader cries a lot, violence, abusive relationship, suggestive, mafia!au

★ 𝗮/𝗻: read this while listening to 2am by che ecru ;)

Damn, how it hurt. The feeling of having someone to trust being brutally taken away from you, the anxiety getting louder and louder to the point where your heart thuds in your chest. (Y/N) would never have imagined that one day she would be doing this, but she needed to choose what was best for her.

It wasn't the first time her husband had gone out with his secretary for a business dinner, it was pretty obvious they were fucking behind her back, but she still had the damned hope he'd change and be a new man. But if it's obvious, what kept her close to him?

She'd met an associate of her husband's, who just from the way he studied her body, she felt goosebumps on the back of her neck. Park Seonghwa, or rather, her dear and current lover.

He had already said that her husband was cheating on her, he had already offered her a night to stay, so she could feel new sensations and not think twice about asking for a divorce. But, (Y/N) was a good girl, at least that's what she thought, she couldn't get a divorce from a guy she'd been in love with since high school.

And Seonghwa understood that clearly.

"Only come back if you're going to stay..."

And here she is, standing in front of Seonghwa's luxurious black apartment door, her trembling fingers unable to press the bell, it was an attitude that would put an end to her story once and for all. But there was no need, because the man opened the door right away.

"Oh, what a surprise!"

That deep fucking voice that kills all sanity echoed down the hall. Damn, the strong, woody scent wafting through her nostrils as well as the long, black robe he was wearing was catching her attention. She had a wonderful man in love with her, but the human heart loves to play with our lives.

"S-Seonghwa, I don't..." the girl was stuttering, her eyes wanted to release the thick and heavy tears but she wanted to be strong at all costs. "I didn't mean to bother you right now, I'm really sorry, I'm leaving."

"Oh please, we both know why you're here."

Fuck, the steady voice made her legs stop moving. That was Park Seonghwa's power.

"I'm tired of seeing you being devalued, belittled by a man who fucks every woman he meets on the street. I can give you anything you want, honey, just ask..."

He knew she was having an internal struggle, it was pretty obvious. But he just needed her affirmation for everything to work out. It was just a word he needed, for his dear plan to work.

It wasn't today that (Y/N)'s husband was causing problems in the business area, and the ateez company was cleaning up all the mess that man committed. Behind the corporate facade, they were part of a very dark mafia. When Seonghwa saw (Y/N) for the first time at a business dinner, he was immediately interested in the small creature that was cornered near several men.

And of course his gazes did not go unnoticed. Hongjoong had noticed how interested his dear friend was in his target's wife. Just a conversation between friends was enough for Seonghwa to realize that this beautiful woman was in the hands of a fucked up guy.

And fuck, how Seonghwa wanted to take all that innocence away from her.

"I..." the woman started, she was tired of being made a toy, of being treated like an animal, just to clean up the mess her husband had done. It was not today that several people had warned the girl about her husband's horrible behavior, and asked how a beautiful and affectionate woman allowed to be with him. But it was all for business, for love...

She did it out of love...

"Hwa, the last time you spoke to me, you told me to come back only if it was final..." she sighed, her fingers trembling and her legs wanting to falter. "And that's why I'm here, yesterday I talked to my lawyer and I asked for the papers..."

Seonghwa let out a weak laugh, slowly approaching the woman in front of her. His hand found her wet cheek, caressing it slowly. So soft.

"That, my love, is what I wanted to hear. I'll make you the happiest woman in the world, I'll kiss you, bring you coffee in bed, fuck you slowly, but whenever you want, I can be rough too, that's prioritizing a woman, make you feel like the queen of this world, and you know that everything i promise, i keep."

He lowered himself to her level, and pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips. She smiled at the sweet, insinuating words. Seonghwa knew every pleasurable spot on her body.

"So today I'm going to fuck you slowly, love you, with sweet and tender words, and tomorrow you solve this matter. I'm happy for your decision my love, and I'll be even more when you want to build a family with me..."

Tattoo Cherry

Summary: You've been working as the receptionist for Deja Vu Tattoo for about two years now and you still haven’t gotten a tattoo. But recently, you've been playing with the idea in your head so what's the plan? Oh right, ask your friend and the owner, Hongjoong, to do the honors. Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Hongjoong x F!Reader Words: 4k Warnings: corruption kink highk, fingering/oral (fem receiving), vaginal sex, no protection (please... use protection), a bit of dirty talk, they're horny idiots, mutual pining, besties with tension Genre: smut

You didn't hate tattoos. Quite the opposite, actually. You thought tattoos were amazing. You couldn't wrap your mind around the idea of someone committing to something so personal for the rest of their life. Marriage was a similar concept in that area but even that wasn't as permanent.

You've always wanted one in the back of your mind. Despite the pain, despite the scariness of keeping it on your skin, and despite the fact that you didn't have a single clue what you'd get. A butterfly was too basic and so were flowers and lions and whatever else. The more you thought about it, the more it made your head hurt. It had to mean something for sure but you didn't think anything was worthy enough to be tatted on your skin.

You thought working for your best friend Hongjoong would help with this. He had come to you a few weeks after he had opened his shop called Deja Vu Tattoo and asked if you needed a job. You didn't, really. You had a job at a boring office working a simple nine to five but you also had a Hongjoong and after knowing him for a few years, you knew working for him would be better than any office job.

It was an easy job, for sure. You answered calls, booked appointments, ordered supplies, and made sure the shop was running when Hongjoong got too overwhelmed. He paid you decently and through him, you met his seven other best friends who were absolute dreams. Not only were they insanely nice to look at but they were sweet guys who made you feel included. It was a family.

"Y/n, you should've been here! The client was practically screaming and I didn't even pierce her yet." Jongho huffed as he threw himself on the couch in the waiting area. He was ranting about some client that was so sensitive. You just wanted to order masks in peace but you decided to listen anyway. "And get this, it was just her ears. Can you imagine?"

"You sound extra bothered today, Jongho." You pointed out, your fingers stilling over the keyboard just so you could give him a look. He pouted at you.

"I get that it's my job but I don't understand how you can be so squeamish over an ear-piercing. She even brought her boyfriend and he just kept apologizing the entire time. I didn't even get to pierce her." Jongho's the youngest of the bunch and while he was mature in a lot of ways, his age seemed to show whenever he was feeling petty.

"Are you bothering y/n again?" Seonghwa asked, running a hand through his hair. "You know she's busy."

"Busy, my ass. She's probably playing tetris or something."

You gasp and put your hand on your chest as if you’d been shot. “I would never.”

"And what if she gets calls?" The elder scolded, "Or someone comes in and hears you talking shit about a client. Can you at least wait till we close?"

Seonghwa's the oldest of the eight men. While you made sure the shop was in tip-top shape whenever Hongjoong was busy, Seonghwa made sure the boys kept their heads on straight. He was the official second in command and he didn't hesitate to keep the boys in their place.

"Seonghwa, you can relax. Let the little boy rant." Seonghwa immediately burst into a fit of laughter but Jongho stayed silent with crossed arms and a frown.

"I'm literally twenty-two years old!"

"Then you should probably act like it!" Hongjoong called from his office. You and Seonghwa were practically hollering as Jongho stomped back to his tattoo station. Hongjoong came out of his office shortly after, standing beside you as you continued to order things. "Hello, Beautiful." He greeted.

"Hello," You smiled up at him, "Is there anything else you need from me before we head out?"

"Head out? Where are you guys going?" Seonghwa asks, making himself more comfortable on the couch and taking out his phone.

"We're going to get some lunch. We'll be out for a little bit." Hongjoong replied.

"So a date?" Seonghwa teased. You choked on your spit. A date with Hongjoong?

He shifted slightly in his spot, "We're going out for a good meal. Hold down the fort till I get back?"

Seonghwa finally looks up from his phone, "I always do."

It wasn't a date. Hongjoong didn't think of you like that but you couldn't really say that you didn't think of him like that. The guy was dripping with charisma. He was a talented tattoo artist who always made sure that his personal clients and the other boys' clients felt comfortable. He took his craft seriously and treated everyone with respect. Not to mention, the man was a walking example of sex appeal. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that much.

Maybe it was the way he carried himself, making sure to walk around with confidence but staying humble. Maybe it was the way that he was comfortable in his masculinity to the point where he wasn't afraid of painting his nails or occasionally showing up to work with makeup on. Or maybe it was that not-so-random neck tattoo of the flower you drew for him when you first met. You'd love to date Hongjoong, you just didn't know if he wanted to date you and you sure as hell weren't going to make the first move.

The restaurant you pull up to is small and cozy. The atmosphere was nice and you were well aware that you and Hongjoong looked so out of place. It was like Beauty and the Beast but only if the Beast was covered in black ink and not brown fur. Hongjoong didn't seem to mind the staring though so neither did you. They were probably staring because he was so good-looking.

"What are you going to order?" He asks, flipping through the menu.

"I'm thinking this kimchi plate. You?" It wasn't unnatural for Hongjoong to take you out on your lunch break. In fact, it was pretty common. He didn't take you out when he was super busy but those were the days that you would bring him food to make sure he had something in his system. You cared for each other.

"This curry ramen looks really good."

Any situation that involved Hongjoong flowed really well. There was never a dull moment when you spent time with him. He carried the conversation if there was even a moment of awkwardness.

"So, I've been thinking..." You start, leaning back in your chair.

Hongjoong laughs, "That can't be good."

"I'm being serious, right now." You shot back even though you laughed at his joke, "I'm thinking of getting a tattoo."

"Finally! You've been working at the shop for some time now. I'm surprised you didn't want one sooner."

"I still have no idea what to get but I want you to tattoo me."

Hongjoong's eyes widened as he sipped his soda. He felt a sudden foreign feeling... was it nervousness? Sure was. He's tattooed hundreds of people. It wasn't a matter of whether or not he thought he was good enough. He was just scared to fuck up your first-ever tattoo, especially because you meant so much to him.

He also felt strangely turned on at the idea of being your first. Your skin's as smooth as porcelain, and even though you weren't a virgin by any means, he'd be the first to permanently taint your skin. There'd be physical proof that he had been there. It was sick to think this way, he knew. You weren't an object that needed to be branded but it sparked a sudden sense of possessiveness.

He wasn’t blind either. You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever laid his eyes on. Your hair was always styled so nice and your makeup on point, although he preferred you without. You were such a sweet woman too, occasionally getting the guys coffee and snacks in between clients.

When Hongjoong’s tattoo shop was a mere dream, you encouraged him. You were actually the first person who didn’t laugh in his face. You’d been there for every step and whenever he felt like he’d fail, you’d be there in a flash to lift him up.

"Are you sure?" He asked, still on the fence. "You're not really good at making decisions."

"What are you even talking about?"

"Remember when you thought that office job was your dream?" He was trying his best to be smooth. He felt gross about the dirty thoughts that were coming up in his head.

"Remember when you wanted to be a poet?" You sassed back. "You even wrote me a poem."

"You don't need to remind me of Star 1117. I really did want to be a writer but I was more passionate about tattooing people." He rambled. Star 1117 held a special place in your heart mostly because he dedicated it to you. You could recite it word for word if he asked, not that he would. Hongjoong thought that was his worst poem.

"Hey, Star 1117 was, and still is, iconic."

____

Hongjoong tells you that you'll get the tattoo in a week so you can think of what you want to get. He was going to give you a few months, more than a few, but you insisted that you wanted to get it as soon as you could because you were so excited.

"I heard you're letting Hongjoong pop your cherry." Yeosang mused. He started working at the tattoo shop a year after you did, already having a few dainty tattoos scattered on his right arm. Now, he's covered in bigger, more elaborate, tattoos all over his body.

"I'm kind of hurt. I thought we were besties." He pouts at you as he leans over the counter in front of you. You roll your eyes but don't spare too much attention. You were trying to find space in Hongjoong's schedule. Your design, even though it took you the full week to come up with, was small so you knew it wouldn't take long but you knew Hongjoong. He'd probably take his time and make sure you were comfortable.

"No offense, but I wouldn't trust you to even draw with a sharpie on my skin."

"You do realize I work here too, right? I tattoo people daily like, that's what I get paid to do?" Yeosang's head tilted to the side as he sarcastically asked. You laughed to yourself.

"I do know that. I'm the one who fills up your schedule with clients. I just... I trust Hongjoong more." Which is true. While you did trust the men in the shop with your life, Hongjoong was on a different level for you. You wouldn't feel right if you had someone else tattoo you.

"No, I get it. I'm just teasing."

"Thank you."

"We all want our first time to be special." The man walked off before you could say anything, not like you could come up with anything in the first place.

____

"So, you're sure about this?" Hongjoong asked, his hand gripping the tattoo machine tightly.

"For crying out loud, Hongjoong, I will literally go to a different shop." Actually, you wouldn't. Plus, no other shop was going to give you the tattoo for free.

"Alright, fine." He didn't want to admit he was nervous but he was. He could feel the sweat in his pits. "But don't blame me when you regret it. Now, let me see the design."

You feel a rush a giddiness take over as you giggle like a child and take out the folded piece of paper from your back pocket. Hongjoong takes the paper and his eyes go wide.

"No way. No. I'm not tattooing this." He pushes the paper back to you and you whine.

"It's my tattoo, on my body. Please?"

"You want me to tattoo lines from a poem I wrote four years ago?" You knew he wouldn't like the idea at first but you thought he would just roll his eyes before silently tattooing you.

"I gave you the paper, didn't I?" You roll your eyes, "Come on! I love this part." You point it out for him and he sighs to himself, visibly struggling to wrap his head around the idea.

“…Fine.” You shriek with excitement and clap. “Just shut up and tell me where you want it.” You point to the inner part of your upper left arm.

Maybe it was because this was your first time or the location of the tattoo but it was way worse than you thought it’d be. Your eyes were screwed shut underneath your right arm which you had wrapped around your head in response to the pain. You tried to calm yourself down with breathing but they came out like whimpers.

It was torture for Hongjoong. As much as he wanted to hear all the noises you were making, it was getting difficult to tattoo you. He wanted so badly to be on top of you, to be doing not so holy things to elicit this same response.

He doesn't know how he did it but he finished the tattoo and heaved a heavy breath.

"It looks great." Hongjoong compliments. "You did really... well."

"I was crying like a baby." He laughs at this and stands in between your legs in front of you. You sit up and let him wrap up the new tattoo, all the while watching it get wrapped in cellophane. It looked so pretty.

"You were really loud but you did so well for me, babygirl." His hand reached to caress your cheek and you felt yourself gulp. Kiss me. Kiss me. KISS ME.

"Did I?" You ask, playing into his playful tone. "I should be rewarded then, right?" You hook your pointer fingers into his belt loops and pull him closer, feeling his warm breath fan your face.

His eyebrow quirks as he looks down at you. Your silent prayers seem to be answered when his lips finally collide with yours. It's messy and hot, teeth hitting each other as all the built-up tension takes over your bodies. Hongjoong's hands are all over you, touching you everywhere his hands can reach while your hands are too busy messing up his hair.

Your hands find the hem of his shirt and pull it off of him and yours follows suit with your bra. You pull away just far enough to take him in. You knew he was fit but damn, you could stare at him all day. You rake your hands over his abs softly and relish how they contract under your touch.

His tattoos were no joke, either. You never knew he had so many on his upper body. There was a huge dragon that started on the left side of his ribcage and disappeared as it wrapped around his back, its tail resting on his right shoulder. You never noticed his collarbone tattoo which read 'eight makes one team'

Hongjoong snatches your hand and breaks you out of your haze, your worried eyes snapping up to see if you had done something wrong.

"I'm gonna reward you now, beautiful." He said, kissing your palm softly before letting it go. He helps you out of your shorts, tossing them to some corner of the room and getting on his knees. The new cool air hits your skin, helping you sober up slightly from the intoxicating moment. You're just about to feel nervous when you feel that first small lick to your clit.

Your head falls back, eyes rolling. Your hands immediately find Hongjoong's head, pushing him further into you. He feels pride take over at the way you react, your moans egging him on as he lets himself go. His arms wrap around your thighs, locking them onto his shoulders as he dives in, lapping up every bit of your arousal and making sure you're legs stay open.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry, pulling his hair.

"You're so wet, baby." He replies, pulling away so he can drag a single finger along your lower lips, occasionally circling your hole just to drag his finger back up. "… so pretty."

"Hongjoong, please..."

"Please what? I'm not a mind-reader." His finger stops right at your hole again and your back arches with anticipation. But he doesn't enter you, he stops completely.

You look down at him and the sight alone makes you need him even more than before. His chin is still wet from your juices, his eyes dark and dilated with want. He looks so good between your thighs and the thought of him eating you out all night has you clenching on nothing.

He chuckles lowly, "Did you need something from me?"

"Please touch me."

"Where?" He taunts, standing up and putting his hands on your chest, playing with your nipples until they get hard. "Here?"

You shake your head no.

He hums as he plays dumb, his hands tracing the curves of your body, "Maybe you want me to just hold you here?" His hands resting on your hips.

"Baby, please, I need your fingers inside me." You rush out.

"Ah, that was going to be my next guess." His two fingers finally enter you slowly and your head falls back again. His thumb rubs circles into your clit and your hands are gripping the sides of the chair.

"Joong, I'm- I'm gonna-" You stutter, your mind slowly slipping away.

"I know, baby. Go ahead whenever you're ready." He encourages, his fingers continuing to bring you to your high. His voice sounded like pure aphrodisiac to you. How could you refuse? You came in an instant, painting Hongjoong's fingers with your juices.

"I gotta be in you, right now. I feel like I'm going crazy." His hands fiddled with the buckle, his excitement clouding his mind and making him struggle. Maybe this was a mistake but you guys were flowing so well. You had to feel the same way, right? He had to know before you continued.

"Tell me how you want it." Hongjoong huffed. He was above you now, his dick rubbing between your wet folds. It was driving you crazy; you just wanted him to fuck you but the words weren't coming out. He pulls away slightly, his eyebrows knitting together and eyes pleading. "No, look at me and tell me you want this... want me."

The vibe was suddenly very serious. You almost forgot why you were in this position. You didn't even have to think though. You knew what he meant even though he didn't explain himself. You did want him. You've wanted him since you met him.

You look into his eyes and cup his face. You give him a small smile. "I've wanted you, in every possible way ever since I laid eyes on you."

You can feel him relax as he sighs, "Thank god... I'm definitely gonna fuck you now."

You mutter out a please and Hongjoong's entering you without another beat. His dick is big, bigger than in your wet dreams. He bites his lip, forcing himself to take it slow despite really not wanting to. The look on your face is what keeps him strong though. He hated knowing you were in pain even if would only last a second.

Even when he was all the way inside, he waited until you were fully adjusted. You looked into his eyes and gave him a reassuring nod. His hips moved slowly as he gripped your waist like he wouldn’t ever let go. You knew you’d have bruises and the thought of this moment having physical proof on your body was making you more excited.

"Move, please, faster" You look up at him and move your hands to rest on his shoulders, trying to speak through the cloudiness of pleasure. Hongjoong wanted to imprint the look you were giving him into his brain. It was better than anything his wildest fantasies could come up with. But he obliged before you completely lost your patience. You both had been waiting too long.

He moved quick just like you asked, burying his head in your neck and occasionally leaving soft kisses. His hips were pistoning into you just right.

"Oh, fuck, baby. You're so fucking tight." His hands moved from your hips to the back of your legs, pushing them up so you were bent in half on the chair. Your hands instantly grabbed the sides of the chair, trying to keep yourself from flying off from the strong thrusts.

Hongjoong felt so good inside of you. He was filling you just right and you wanted to watch so bad but your eyes wouldn't stop rolling. You were reaching your limit but you didn't want it to stop. It was too good.

Hongjoong was fighting his own battle. You felt like a glove, warm and tight. You looked so beautiful under him. It all felt like a dream to him. He wasn't going to last long.

"Hongjoong!" You cried, feeling the knot in your stomach about to burst, "Please,"

"I know. I got you. I'm almost there" He replied back between moans. He shoved his head between your breasts, planting hickies along your chest. You didn't think it was possible but his thrusts were becoming faster and harder.

Your orgasm hit you in a flash. It caught you by surprise but Hongjoong was right there with you. He let you ride out your high before pulling himself out with a grunt and releasing on your stomach.

He let out a heavy sigh of satisfaction and put his hands on the side of the chair, shifting his weight on his arms so he could rest while standing.

"That was..." He started, taking deep breaths.

Post nut clarity started to hit you as you closed your eyes, trying your hardest to calm down from the high.

"Did you hate it?" You asked, your eyes practically glued shut so you wouldn't have to see the look of disapproval if he really did hate it.

Instead, he laughed... really loud. The sound surprised you enough to make you look at him. "Did I like it?" His tone was sarcastic. "Y/N, I have wanted this since we saw each other."

You felt your face warm up at this. "Me too."

"I know." Hongjoong said, feeling cocky. "You said something like 'I've wanted you since the first time I saw you! Muah, muah, muah." His tone was high-pitched in an awful attempt to mimic you.

"Hey!" You sat up and pushed him lightly. "I don't sound like that."

He just smiled warmly at you before kissing your lips and getting you a few napkins to clean up. After you wiped all the sex off your body, you got up and looked in the mirror, holding your arm out in a way to look at your new tattoo.

It's exactly the way you wanted it, in his handwriting and everything. You smiled to yourself.

"Do you like it?" Hongjoong asked, coming up from behind and wrapping an arm around your waist. Your head nods fast like a child who's just been asked if they want ice cream.

"It means everything to me."

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"You look different." Seonghwa narrowed his eyes at you.

"I got a new tattoo!" You beamed, extending your arm so he could see.

"No, no, this is different."

"You're crazy."

"No he's right... There's something about you." Jongho joined in, narrowing his eyes too and shaking his finger at you.

"Hongjoong gave her head!" Wooyoung screamed from his station. You gasped, your head whipping in his direction.

"Woo!" You cried.

"Dicked her down too!" Hongjoong screamed back from his office.

"Hong!"

"Yeah, you thought you were the only two in the store but you weren't! But don't worry, I left and locked the door the moment I heard." Wooyoung explained, walking over to your desk.

"What's the tattoo say?" Jongho asked, grabbing your wrist and coming closer.

Thinking of you. That’s the greatest happiness for me.

starting to make long repost texts for authors because even though i lack words and what to say. i want to put an effort and show them that we appreciate them just like they put effort in their writing for us!

if you’re a writer, thanks for everything you do. drink lots of water, stay healthy and do it at your pace. you’re the backbone of our fangirl culture♥️✨

YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT JONGHO IS A BEAST IN DISGUISE *inaudible screams*

i beg u do a jongho morning smut story oh my lord

Teddy 》 C. Jongho

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝒀𝒆𝒔/𝑵𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Choi Jongho x Female Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: swearing, perv!Jongho, masturbation, dry humping, oral (f receiving), dirty talk

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: bit of fluff, smut

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 3.9k

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: No matter how long you have been living with Jongho, he still gets quite surprised at your boldness. Other than that, Jongho really likes living with you. Until recently, when he came back from the tour and an odd feeling appeared inside his stomach. Just the sight of you makes his stomach feel funny, sometimes even in the lower part. Your dirty jokes are starting to affect him, but he can't seem to find out what has changed.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Choi Jongho is a beast in disguise and nobody can prove me otherwise.

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Somehow, you had convinced yourself that if you went through the channels on the TV over and over, something interesting might appear. But the same shows and boring movies kept playing, resulting in an annoyed huff from you. It is way past midnight, and your roommate and best friend had just gotten back from the tour. He has found his comfy space in the armchair, while you occupied the sofa. The way he sat on it made your heart warm. Outside of the apartment, you were only used to seeing him in heavy dark clothes and with a serious look on his face.

You are helplessly laying on your stomach, head turned toward the TV in hopes of finding something interesting. Jongho didn't complain about you taking up his space. Instead, he dropped his bags to the side so he could properly greet you and place a kiss on your forehead. Currently, he sat with his legs over the armrest and the side of his body leaning against the backrest. His striped red socks were a contrast to his black hoodie and dark ripped jeans, and his toes would occasionally do a small wiggle after winning a match on his phone.

"And just what are you grinning so hard about?" Jongho asks, eyes not leaving the screen.

"Cute socks." You admit.

Your eyes don't miss the way his lips press into a thin line to avoid smiling. You also don't miss the tint on his cheeks, almost matching the socks. You wished you could hug him whenever you wanted. Jongho didn't like skinship before, but since you moved in, it had gotten worse. You weren't sure if it was because of all your unnecessary ass poking or because Wooyoung had gotten more bratty than usual. Jongho ran away from your spread arms, avoided your nicknames and acted unphased by your unintentional cute behaviour.

Truth is, Jongho has a soft spot for you. He loves to catch you smiling at him, pouting when something isn't going the way you've intended, struggling to open or fix something while you try to not disturb him. He loves to watch, but from a distance. He isn't sure if you've noticed, he hopes you didn't, but your presence makes him feel... weird.

It makes his stomach feel funny, and his cheeks and ears heat up. He tenses up when he smells your summer perfume, even when you put it on during the winter. He tenses up when your hands go near him in an attempt to hug him. He wishes he can be natural around you. He wishes he can let you hug him whenever your heart desires, even poke his ass if necessary. After all, he did work for that ass.

The boy's eyes carefully followed the ball on the screen, so close to reaching his goal, when a noise made his eyes widen.

"Ah, fuck," you cussed from the sofa. His eyes landed on your figure, now standing up straight and fidgeting with the remote. "Fucking shit, shut it down!"

Then, his eyes met the big screen. He wishes he didn't look. His breath stopped in his throat, and his stomach felt fuzzy again. This time a bit lower than usual. The scene unfolding wasn't something Jongho hadn't seen, but seeing it in your presence made his head so heated that he thought he might explode. The batteries of the remote were already at the verge of their life before Jongho left, which is why the remote isn't obeying you tonight.

Wet noises and fake moans shamelessly traveled to your ears, each louder and more uncomfortable for Jongho.

"Jongho, it's not working!" You whine, rushing over to the TV to find the shutting down button.

Too caught off guard to even blink, Jongho only managed to let out the breath he was holding. He gulped a bit louder than he intended, then watched your figure bend over to reach the button. And there it was, the fuzzy feeling again. A click was heard, and the room fell dark. Except the light from Jongho's phone perfectly illuminating his flushed face.

You let out a stressed huff, then finally turn around to face him.

"Great. Now I'm horny."

You being straightforward wasn't anything new to him. Still, you always managed to catch him off guard. Whether you said it as a joke or not, a small piece of Jongho's brain caught that sentence and made sure to remind him later.

"Jjong?" You called.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think a dick can feel that good?"

Jongho had a shock after a shock. Letting you stay as his roommate was surely going to end him one day.

"Nevermind. I'll stick to my pillow and that teddy you bought me. Good night, love!"

And with a kiss on top of his head and a hair ruffle, you disappeared inside your room. His phone turned off from lack of activity, leaving him in the dark alone with his thoughts. He could hear his own heart pound. You treat self pleasuring as a normal conversation around him, once even apologising if you were too loud the previous night. Jongho would only laugh it off. But now, Jongho can't stop thinking about what you said. Did you really use his present to...?

Deciding to call it a night, the boy picked up his bags, checked if everything is off or locked, then entered his own room. The gap under your door was a bright purple and blue, meaning that you had turned on your colourful lamp and you are probably choosing your outfit for your planned breakfast tomorrow. He remembers that you told him the colours make you feel sexy.

Jongho decides for a quick shower, which always helps him get rid of the funny feeling at the bottom of his stomach. His clothes are thrown in the washing basket, and he takes a moment to stand in front of the mirror. He had gotten bigger in his muscles. Even he sees the difference. Perhaps he should wear something a bit tighter tomorrow, just to fish for a few compliments from you. Jongho then discards his underwear too, then hops into the shower.

He shivers at the cold liquid falling down his back, then down his chest. He groans in relief. As weird as it sounds, it felt weird to have a calm shower without Wooyoung or San barging in with an excuse to brush their teeth. In reality, they all love to tease their youngest one in all ways they can.

The idea of a calm shower stops once Jongho's ears pick up something through the noise of the water falling. It is a gasp, then a moan. A soft moan coming from the opposite door in the bathroom, the one leading into your room. Jongho shut the water down, then gently opened the glass door to make sure he heard correctly. He hears shuffling, buzzing, then another moan. His mouth parts, and eyes fall down to his crotch. His cock is proudly sticking up, amused by the noises more than Jongho's brain.

Jongho's brain is working against him. You must be doing this on purpose. You aren't really pleasuring yourself. Surely, you heard the water run. Why would you do something so risky? But then again, Jongho underestimates you. Often times something that is horrific to him is normal to you.

His hand grips his cock for the first time in so long. He simply didn't have a right place, time or energy to do so. He gives it a slow pump, and his head is already falling back against the tiles. Your moans are muffled, probably from burying your head into your pillow, but your shuffling is faster and harder with each second that passes. The bed is creaking, and Jongho finds himself getting horny from the thought of you riding something he gave you. And that's when it clicks.

He can be horny, yes. But this doesn't feel the same. It feels more powerful. Every time he thinks of you, he has a desire to have you. He just wasn't aware yet. He wants you, but is afraid that he might ruin it. No, Jongho doesn't want you. He needs you. As soon as possible.

"Jongho—"

Jongho chokes on his own spit. His eyes widen, and his legs carry him outside of the shower. His ear is pressed against the wooden door in hopes to hear that again. The bathroom is almost flooded, but the boy couldn't seem to care.

"Jjong—" you breathe out, "ah—".

And just like that, he finds himself thrusting into his own hand in hopes to reach his orgasm. The nickname you had given him was adorable to him, but now, he will remember this night whenever you call him that. And he doesn't mind.

"Can I cum? Pretty please?"

You were... begging him? Begging to cum? Him? Jongho breathed out. His eyes rolled back as your soft gasps continued. You were close, and so was he. His breathing became shallow, and his pace messy.

"Fuck— please? I was so good while you were gone—" It almost sounded like you bloody knew. But how could you know? It sounded so needy, Jongho was sure that it was just your need to finish speaking. "So, so good. Please, please, please—"

"Cum for me," he whispered, caught up in the feeling of ecstasy.

And just like that, as if you heard him, a series of moans and gasps left your mouth. Jongho felt warm liquid pour over himself, and his body fell into a hole of pure pleasure. He saw white before his eyes.  But in the middle of that, he saw you. He saw your face between his legs, his seed painting your cheeks as you stuck out your tongue to catch some of it. Jongho wasn't innocent, but he never allowed himself to go too far. He was impatient.

"I wish you knew how fucking hot you are, Choi Jongho."

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Jongho was in deep sleep when he felt something heavy on top of him. It felt too early for his own liking. He opened one eye, scanning around the room for any signs of already being morning. The sunrays fighting their way through the blinds made him groan. His attention then fell on the figure on him. You laid on top of his chest, just like a few times before he left for the tour. You had become much lighter, or maybe he became stronger. Your hands rested on his chest, thumbs innocently rubbing circles into his skin over the t-shirt.

His arms carefully placed themselves on your upper back, as if testing if you'll rip them off if they touch you. Jongho was in the middle of enjoying the steady breathing and calm atmosphere, when you decided to abruptly sit up with a wide smile.

"Morning!"

Jongho smiled as a greeting. He adored your enthusiasm and wished he had some of it.

"Slept well?"

"I did."

"Good. I need you to be smiley and ready for all the pictures I'll be taking today."

Jongho hummed as a response. His voice was still too raspy to speak, so he relied on hums and nods. You went on about all the food you wanted to try, and all the stories you heard about the new café which offers chocolate cake with an espresso. He smiled fondly at you, loving the way your voice sounded at any time of the day. Then, something got you in a very excited mood, because you started shuffling and jumping on top of him. The skirt you wore did nothing to help his self control.

"Stop moving," Jongho warned, a smile still present on his lips.

You listened, but after remembering another detail, the shuffling started again. The creaking of his own bed sounded similar to the one last night, and watching your hips move like that, he felt his mouth go dry.

You're in fucking deep.

"Idiot," he warned again.

"But Jongho, how can you not be excited about cotton candy cloud raining in your coffee?"

"I don't know. I prefer my coffee in a mug. Drinkable."

"But this is drinkable too!" Hip roll.

"Stop that."

"You didn't even listen. How about that macaron shop?" Hip roll.

"Stop that."

"No macarons either? If you want scrambled eggs might as well stay—" Hip roll.

You gasp in the middle of the sentence. His hands are on your waist, fingers digging into it to keep your body still. You never felt his hands on you in such way. They were huge and warmed up your skin from the cold morning just right.

"I mean— Did you want— Uh—" You never stutter around him. The way his eyes pierced into yours has you a stuttering and embarrassing mess. Jongho's tongue peeks out enough to wet his dry lips. You gulp. "I uh—"

Jongho removed one of his legs from the space between yours. Now you hovered above him. You forgot one thing about him, and it was how good he looked in the morning. You even told him once, resulting in a flustered Jongho and not seeing him almost two days.

"You look so fucked out in the morning. Hot."

And he is hot. Shallow breathing, messy hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead, half closed eyes, and the hottest of all, the veins on his arms in the morning. Jongho has a habit of suddenly sweating and getting hot right before morning, which means all of his blankets and additional clothing eventually end up on the floor, and you get to enjoy the view of him in boxers and short sleeved t-shirt only. It's enough to make your stomach fuzzy and your thoughts sinful.

"Sit," he orders.

Never in your life did you so quickly obey to someone. You sat on top of his thigh, your hands resting on his lower stomach for support. He lets out a low sigh when you press into in unintentionally, then strengthens the grip on your waist.

"I told you not to move," he says, voice low and raspy, "and you still did. Now—"

His thigh flexes underneath you. A gasp leaves your mouth from surprise and the sudden pang of pleasure. "Jjong—"

"—you're going to move."

And just like that, the boldness left your body. You were at his mercy now, all weak and ready to do whatever he wanted you to. One glance at him and you knew he had a lot on his mind. Your hips start moving, slowly but forcefully. Jongho's eyes carefully examined your body language. You were already falling apart on top of him, and he wasn't doing anything. Yet.

His hands started moving your hips faster, and his thigh occasionally flexed just to hear those delicious gasps from your lips. You were not moaning yet, which didn't satisfy Jongho. He made it his mission to make you say all those things from last night right in his face. How good you were for him, how you want to cum with his permission, and how absolutely perfect his name sounds from your fucked out figure.

"Skirt up," he whispers.

Your hand reaches towards the front of it, then lifts the material up. You can't see well from your position, but by the way Jongho let out a small, almost unnoticeable hum, you figured the sight was surely something. You lowered yourself more into his firm leg, your clit deliciously rubbing against the warm skin of it.

"Your panties are drenched," he notices, a slight smirk on his lips, "or did you cum already and are aiming for the second one?"

Shaking your head is the only thing you can do. You feel your orgasm in the distance, and you don't want to distract yourself and lose it.

But then, Jongho stops your body from moving. You look at him in disbelief. All of this is slowly proving you that Jongho is exactly what you thought he was: rule giver, watcher, silent enjoyer and in need for controlling. You always imagined Jongho to be the merciless dominant, which you wanted to get a taste of so bad. But now that you're here, and just at the beginning, you realise how difficult it will be.

You feel his fingers on your inner thigh. He slowly drags them up to your wet folds, his thumb giving your clit a few gentle rubs before moving the panties aside.

"Ah, fuck." He sighs.

The glistening wet folds before him were so inviting, but Jongho had time. He had all day. He knows damn well you aren't leaving this bed any time soon.

Unable to wait any longer, you start moving again. The feeling of your exposed and sensitive clit rubbing against his skin felt heavenly. Your arousal left a trail on his leg, but Jongho didn't seem to mind. It made your moves smoother and more pleasing for you. Jongho noticed that you enjoy slow but intense moves a lot. The way your eyes flutter every time you move your hips forward makes the bottom of his stomach feel fuzzy. As if it didn't already feel enough.

His hands leave your waist, allowing you to pick your own pace and use him the way you needed. He laid back, eyes fixed on the way your brows furrowed and teeth bit the bottom lip. His thigh flexed again and again, every time you rolled your hips forward.

"Do I make a good enough pillow for my needy roommate?"

The words caught you off guard and you slipped a bit forward, your leg accidentally brushing the spot between his legs. He smirks at your surprised reaction. The way his voice changed from suppressed and unsure to confident and teasing drove you crazy.

"You fucking my thigh the way you fucked that teddy bear last night?"

The first moan escapes your lips. The thought of him listening to you last night made your knees weak. Now, you didn't hold back. Loud and breathy moans filled the room, along with the creaking of his bed.

"You imagined it was me, didn't you?"

Your body dropped on top of him, hips still mercilessly working on top of him as he spoke. You held onto the pillow behind his head for dear life. It's been so long since you felt pleasure this intense. You wanted it to last as long as possible.

"I did," you admit.

"How long?"

"Since you gave it to me." You whisper, knowing exactly what he means.

As moments pass, your body grows tired. Your orgasm doesn't intend on showing up any time soon. It is time to do what you usually do behind closed doors and alone only.

"Please," you beg.

And it's enough for Jongho. He switches the positions, quickly spreading your legs and pressing his knee against you. The way he looks at you from above is a sight you wish to preserve. His hair is all fluffy with slight waves in them, his eyes are half closed and his mouth is slightly open. His hands are on your inner thighs, keeping your legs spread so he can do his work in peace. He removes his knee, just to replace it with his tongue over your panties.

"Jjong—" You moan, just like last night, only louder.

His teeth pull your panties aside, and his tongue finds its place right on your clit. He is moving it up and down, his eyes fixed on your face. He experiments, moving his tongue in circles, sucking at your bud, biting it, and whatnot, until he realises he has you falling apart with almost anything he does. So he settles for sucking and kitten licks. He swears you taste and smell like watermelon, which only gives him one more motive to keep going.

You look down at him, and just when you thought he couldn't get any hotter and you couldn't get hornier, you see his dark eyes looking up at you from your pussy. He flattens his tongue to cover more area, and you try to close your legs in an attempt to stop. You already felt overstimulated, even though you didn't finish yet.

Jongho stop for a moment, just to deliver a sentence that absolutely destroys you:

"Can your teddy bear do this?"

At that moment, you think nobody but him can do this. Your hips roll up into his mouth, as if silently asking for more. Jongho takes the message. His fingers spread your lips apart, so that the attention can fully be on your sensitive bud.

"Fuck—" You moan, hand dropping down to grip onto his hair.

"Look at me," he mumbles, then goes back to his task as soon as you do.

You watch him eat you, and you watch him enjoy it. His fingers delicately spread your lips, while his other hand is pressing your thigh into the mattress to give him more space. Who would've thought that Jongho eats pussy for his own pleasure?

His lips close around you clit, gently tugging it and sucking. You are at the verge, right there. You do not want it to end, but you need to orgasm as soon as possible.

"Please, please, please—"

And this time, Jongho can say it to your face.

"Cum for me."

And a few moments after, you do. Multiple wave of pleasure splash your body, each stronger than the other. Your body is trembling, yet he doesn't stop his tongue movements. He deliciously licks every single drop of your arousal, humming along the way and admiring the work he did. You have a tough time catching your breath.

More than that, you have a tough time trying to connect that this Jongho is the same Jongho who got flustered at a porn movie last night.

He pulls your panties up, still drenched with your cum and his saliva, and pressed a kiss on your lower stomach. He pulls your skirt down, flattens your shirt, then gets off the bed. He might just get used to you spread on the bed, all fucked and breathless, even though he didn't really fuck you.

"Don't fire the bear now because of me. You might still need it when I'm away."

the person i became when i was reading this…i’m scared of her

this was so freaking good, i don’t know what it is about the ateez fics but all the authors are just so amazing?? like just pure masterpieces.

honestly i don’t care how close i am to my friend, if her dad is park seonghwa i’d also give myself to him. she can start calling me step mom or whatever HAHAHAHA

but the friend just revealingthat she caught them at the end, HILARIOUS HAHAHA

Read For Me 》 P. Seonghwa

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: SingleFather!Seonghwa x Daughter'sBestFriend!Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: masturbation, oral(m receiving), finger sucking, gagging, nipple play, fingering, spitting (once), unprotected sex, creampie

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 7k

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Books, fanfictions, TV shows and games took your excitement about real life away. Nothing has your heart beating fast, everything is pretty much the same and dull to you. Nobody could pull you out of your void of fantasy for a long time. Still, your best friend decides to try one last time. She does succeed, but not in the way she meant.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: This was triggered by one (1) video of Seonghwa.

❧ All my works are currently written in second/third person point of view, until I figure out what works best for me. Sorry for the messy POVs in the meantime. You can pick which a POV you want, including first person, while requesting. The reader doesn't have a name or any tags similar to Y/N. Please check my masterlist to see directions for requesting.

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❧ 𝐁𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 ko-fi?

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Buried into your books and the void of the fantasy world, you had little to no excitement left in your body for the real life events. They lacked... something. Everything was awkward, miscalculated, weird and stiff. In books, the world was so fluid. Tension, passion, strong emotions like love and hate were on almost all pages. It filled your empty memories and fantasies just right. You now wished to drop out of college, buy a castle, run into a mysterious higher vampire and be the reason he exists as a good person now. Or maybe succeed in going through the wall and ending up on Platform 9¾, preferably face first into Cedric Diggory's chest.

Erotica isn't foreign to you either. They say the dirtiest ones are usually the virgins. And they weren't wrong. The amount of frustration trapped in you did you no good. You used to wonder how your male friends could do it so often, but once you got a taste of that side, you understood better than anyone. Countless nights of your fingers working on all your sensitive buds had you only wishing for more, even after release. It just wasn't enough. You hoped for a miracle every single time. You hoped that one of the men from your fantasies would appear in your room and satisfy you just how you wanted. Wouldn't it be just perfect if Henry Cavill appeared in the room? Preferably in his Witcher costume? If not him, then Lee Dong Wook would do equally good.

You drop your book on the bed. Your eyes skimmed over words, but you didn't pay attention to a single thing that was written. You decide to take a break from reading. Maybe you could even drink your first glass of water today. The sun was almost setting, yet you only had a bowl of cereal and half of a pizza slice. You glance at the clock. You despised it. It only reminded you of how fast time flies. You didn't even get to the steamy part of your fantasy, yet you already had to get dressed and wait for your friend in the driveway.

Your college best friend is back from her seasonal vacation in the Alps. Or was it Greece this time? It didn't even matter. It seemed like they only went to keep the tradition, not because they wanted to. She was probably richer than the whole college combined, yet she didn't know where to use all her fortune. So she settled for buying presents for her friends, which is why you now have a full wall covered with books and collectible figures and movie props.

Thirty minutes later, you are outside, your eyes searching for a black Mercedes with light up wheels and a suspicious looking driver. All three of their bodyguards were funny. They weren't as they described them in books. Her bodyguards were stiff, bland, and didn't say more than a greeting. You didn't exactly expect them to flirt with you any chance they get like you were used to on the pages, but the behaviour was still a disappointment for you.

Chills run up your spine as you watch the sun set. You regret picking out the outfit you are wearing. As if you weren't aware that the summer days are far behind. You wore the dress you got from her last trip to Paris. She had a great fashion sense and loved fashion in general, and to turn down her clothes meant a heartbreak for her.

"As soon as I saw it, I thought: her."

The way she described how she found it was amusing to you. It was knee-length and had long see-through sleeves. You felt the prettiest in it.

Finally, you heard the familiar engine. You didn't even have to look. The vehicle pulled up in front of you, and before the driver could get out, the door opened. A tall masculine figure stepped out of the car, and opened the door all the way for you. You feel chills run up your spine once again, this time not from the cold, but from the sight in front of you.

The man in front of you was absolutely stunning. He had the sparkliest and biggest eyes you had ever seen, broad shoulders, a confident smirk and-

"Dad, stop messing with her! She will think she is going to get kidnapped!" Your friend's voice yelled from inside the car.

You gulped, eyes still not leaving his face. In the three years of your friendship with her, you never saw her parents. Especially her father. Not even on photos. So, naturally, you'd need time to recover from this shock.

"Whenever you are ready."

The man politely bowed his head towards the seats, then stepped back so he could close the door after you. He sat in the front seat, then nodded towards the driver as a sign to turn on the engine.

The ride was peaceful, if you exclude your friend's nails clicking against the phone screen.

"I hear you like books." The words drip from his lips like honey.

You blush at simple eye contact through the rear mirror. His gaze has your fingers playing in your lap and your thighs pressed together.

He is so hot.

"I do, Mr Park."

"That's lovely. It's rare to find people in younger generations that enjoy reading. They mainly use it as a reason to bully someone."

"It truly is," you confirm, wanting to keep the conversation going. "You enjoy books too, Sir?"

Fathers of your other friends usually tell you to call them by their names. But not Park Seonghwa. He sure as fuck is not like other fathers you've met. You don't remember the last time your cheeks felt so hot because of someone.

"Of course. I have a whole library in my house. You are free to see it if you wish. My sweet social daughter will show you. Won't you, darling?"

His gaze switches to your friend, who is too invested in the ongoing conversation on her phone to pay attention to the one happening in real life.

"Sure, sure."

Park Seonghwa shook his head with a chuckle, then sat back in silence. You looked around you. The girl next to you was dressed beautifully as usual. It surprised you how she could make all those weird elements feel so ordinary and pretty. You, on the other hand, struggled to pair the jeans and a top. You barely figured out which shoes went with the dress. You felt underdressed. Her father wore a suit, and she had an elegant short blazer which matched her trousers, paired up with heels and a matching purse. You had a phone in your hand and a tote bag with your pajamas for the night. And a jacket to keep you warm. It didn't go with the outfit you had poorly put together at all. You wanted to run back home and wear something more fitting for the house you'll be staying in for a day or two.

You were in it once. You felt ridiculously small inside it. The ceilings were so high, dazzling chandeliers hanging from them. The windows were tall and in a minimalistic style. You only wondered how much time it took to clean them. They had all sorts of things you thought were unnecessary. Like a pool. The beach was just fifteen minutes away, the pool was there just to show off. So many bedrooms also had you confused. Since Spring, only two people live there now; your friend and her father. The mother filed for a divorce as she found love in a tourist from Poland. Poor Mr Park.

"Let's go," your friend finally put the phone away.

It took you a few moments to take in all the differences that were made. The portrait of a woman and a child above the fireplace was now gone and replaced with one of the man you just met and a young lady in which you found a sister 3 years ago.

"Anyone want my famous fig cheese prosciutto bites?" The man held a silver plate full of the said bites in front of the girls.

"No, dad, disgusting. Fruit and meat?"

"Growing up this spoiled one would think your taste in food would get better. Chicken nuggets don't really pass as an appetiser meal."

You watch with amusement as the two exchange a few funny grimaces, before your friend makes her way towards her room. "You eat some of that, since I know damn well you didn't eat shit today."

"I so did."

"You're so lying, bitch."

You laugh, ready to throw the word right back at her, when you feel Mr Park's gaze on you.

"Cuss her out all you want. It is none of my business."

"No, no. It's not quite appropriate for someone to talk like that."

In front of you, you add in your mind.

He hums, then smiles at you. "Bite?"

"I'd love to."

It takes only an eyebrow raise from him to let you know that you could've worded it better.

"I mean, I'd love one."

You take one from the plate, then admire it. Were you supposed to shove the whole thing in your mouth? Maybe pull it apart and eat it in rows? Bite into it?

"I don't usually try to poison my daughter's friends, doll. Just enjoy it. If we don't eat these tonight, they will go bad and I'll have to throw them away."

The little nickname slip had your toes wiggling in your shoes. He is so effortlessly breathtaking. Seeing that you're still struggling with the food, he takes one bite in his hand. He removes the toothpick holding the ingredients together, then steps towards you.

Every thought you had in your mind until then disappeared. Park Seonghwa gently cupped your lower jaw, and you relax into his touch. You look straight into his eyes as he puts the food between your lips. When you fail to move on your own, he smirks with amusement. Two fingers gently push the food into your mouth, resting on your tongue for a split second.

"Can you chew that for me?"

You feel your core throb. You feel fragile and weak under his touch. Most of all, you feel horny for your friend's dad. You remember to blink, then start chewing on the delicious food. He does not avert his eyes as you do so. Once you made sure to chew enough times, you finally swallow. A satisfied smile decorated his face as his thumb caressed your cheek, hand still cupping your jaw.

"Good girl."

You think you see stars. Park Seonghwa has an impact nobody ever had on you. And lots of them tried. Park Seonghwa didn't even need to try. He just - existed.

The man lets go of your face, then silently makes his way towards his room. At least you assume it is his room. He walked away so calmly, almost making you think you imagined what had just happened. Your face suddenly feels empty and cold without his touch. He had you in a chokehold with a simple touch and a smile.

You almost forget about your best friend waiting in her room. You hope your blushing won't betray you. After all, she must be tired of people wanting to fuck her dad.

Your conversations and jokes don't stop until after midnight. By now, you've had a stand-up show, a few episodes of your favorite TV show, a few funny clips of your favorite artists, and a fashion show. You are exhausted, almost ready for bed. Almost. You still need to get the frustration out somehow. The younger girl is more than ready for bed. The moment her head touched the pillow, she was out of this world. You laugh at her smeared makeup, then reach for the box of wet wipes. You gently clean her face, then try to do her usual routine. You don't remember it, but you try your best.

You make your way to her tall mirror, ready to clean your face too. If your best friend didn't study and work with fashion, she would surely be a makeup artist. It's a pity that you have to wipe down the art she created. Your hands fall down, and your eyes skim over your outfit and hair. She made you wear the brand new lingerie she got for her birthday as a joke. It was funny when they were in her hands, but you'll never forget the gasp that came out of her when you stepped out of the big wardrobe.

"Wanna scissor?"

You'd be up to try it, just not with her. Not while you have her dad on your mind. Perhaps- perhaps you could suddenly get thirsty and go to the kitchen dressed like that? The lingerie was now hidden under a short silver silk dress she wore for her ex boyfriend's birthday party. It looked plain and stupid, but the young girl had the power to turn it into something jaw dropping. Paired with silver heels and dazzling makeup, you looked ready for, well, someone to destroy it.

You open the door, then slowly step in the hallway. The girl explained that Mr Park's room is at the end of the hallway, but you cannot just walk in and expect something to happen. Maybe he simply liked teasing. Maybe he never responds to all those calls for pleasure. He is surely aware of what an impact he has on people, and maybe he finds it amusing. You still have a shot to see for yourself.

You drink a glass of water. Then another one. He isn't here. He must be asleep already. He is a hard working man after all. All this didn't come into his life easily. God, good looking and hard-working? He must be the whole package. Who in their right mind would leave a man like this? Perhaps she couldn't keep up with his sex drive. You hope.

You set the glass aside, and examine the kitchen again. Many drinks decorated the shelves, along with luxurious looking glasses and other glass decorations. You could only dream of having a home like this. You could probably afford a single spoon from the bottom drawer. You just couldn't wait to meet your soul mate and force your brilliant ideas on them. After all, you have a gift for that. Decorating, I mean. Not the forcing part.

You feel less sleepy now that you've drank so much water. You wander around the living room for a while, hoping he would come down at any moment. Yet it still doesn't happen. Your feet carry you to the door near the staircase. You slowly open it, then look around. With your luck, he will come down now that you are snooping around his home. He better stay asleep now.

You step inside, debating whether to turn on the lights. Fuck it, you think. Your hand finds the light switch on the cold wall. You squint at the sudden brightness. It takes a while for your eyes to get used to it, but when they do, all you can do is gasp.

The walls were covered with antique bookshelves, each filled with books from top to bottom. They were divided in sections, and they had the most beautiful covers and spines you've ever seen. You step inside, closing the door behind. The room was endless rows of fantasy, sci-fi, romance, poetry, educational books, and-

Erotica.

Fuck, lots of erotica. A whole wall, maybe even two, dedicated to the sinful delight. You didn't even need to check if you're right. You'd recognise some of those spines even in darkness. A single desk is placed in the middle of the room, along with a comfortable looking chair. Pens and notebooks are neatly placed in the top corner, and a book rests at the edge. A suit jacket, most probably Mr Park's, is placed over the backrest. The room was organised, clean, and smelled like sandalwood mixed with jasmine. It was pleasant enough to just stand there. Yet the curiosity got the best (or worst) of you, as it always did.

The smell of books takes over your senses. You feel the worn out spines and edges under your fingertips. He has them all: from the very first romance novels with the very first sex scenes to steamy books who had sex written all over them. You weren't sure which ones you liked more. You only knew that you'd settle for anything just to get a little taste.

Your gaze falls on the book which laid on the desk. His most recent read, perhaps? It still had a bookmark, you notice. You sit on the chair, and almost sink into it from the softness. You close your eyes, inhaling all the scents you can. You sense a hint of bourbon. Even his scent makes your lower stomach burn with unreleased sensation.

You take the book into your hands, then turn it over. The summary made your curiosity even worse, and you could forget about sleep for at least two more hours. You lean back, put your feet on the desk, and happily start with the book. It has a plot, of course, but currently? You couldn't give a single fuck about it. But you aren't one to skip pages just to get to a certain point in the story. So you force yourself to read through the little boring descriptions. In the corner of your eye, you spot a box of tissues peeking out of the bottom drawers. You see no other chairs around here. It means that nobody enters the room.

A man and a box of tissues mean only one thing.

You sigh at the picture that forms in your head. You see Mr Park sitting on the chair. He is wearing his suit vest, a book in his hand and legs spread comfortably. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, which you know is thick. Your eyes have dropped down there once or twice. He is lazily stroking himself, his attention still fully on the book. There is just something so fucking hot about watching a man satisfy himself.

You feel your throat go dry. You open your eyes, ready to put the book away and try to go to sleep. Yet the plot has just started to get steamy. You sit back once again, the book in your hand not getting any rest tonight. Your eyes skim over the hot descriptions, each making you more flustered. The thought of Park Seonghwa reading this is driving you crazy.

Nicholas has waited for this moment for months, yet it felt like years to him. He would use every second of it, and he will be the best she ever had.

He worshipped her all night long, explored her body with his tongue, whispered sweet nothings into her ear, and grabbed at anything he could. He devoured her, his wet muscle tirelessly working on her sensitive bud. Her cries of pleasure had him cumming in his own pants, yet he didn't care. He existed for her, and her only.

Was it too much to ask for a simple eating out? You wonder how it feels. You had one, a long time ago. Along with a messy first time. God, the second time might've been ever messier. None of it was enjoyable. You too wanted to be manhandled. You too wanted to be worshipped. You wanted someone to tirelessly eat you out until you cream. And scream.

You groan. Continuing will do you no good, but going to sleep is impossible. You could rub out a quick one and then try to rest. Wouldn't be your first time. You feel yourself dripping through your panties. All these descriptions have your head spinning. You reach for the box of tissues. The last thing you needed was to leave evidence that you snooped around. If you're going to leave one, it better not be an arousal stain on the chair.

You pull the drawer so you can take the box out easier. If your jaw could drop to the floor, it probably would. Deeper in the drawer laid a purple gadget. You knew very well what it was. You were never brave enough to get one for yourself. Your parents liked to snoop a lot, and just now you realise where you got it from. He didn't use it on anyone, did he? Your friend did not mention any women near Mr Park. Besides, it feels good for men too.

You carefully take out the wand. It looks brand new, the see through film still wrapped around the head. It could help you out. You'd be finished even quicker. Nobody will ever know. You cannot afford it anymore anyway, so wasting an opportunity like this seems like a shame to you.

You put each leg over the armrests, then lay back comfortably. You press a button. The buzzing sound has your stomach filled with excitement. You resume the reading, the wand dangerously close to your crotch. You didn't remove the film, nor will you remove the panties. If someone barges in, you can throw it in the drawer and act stupid.

You bring the buzzing device closer, and closer, until it finally touches your burning clit. A gasp leaves your lips, the first vibrations giving you the satisfaction you needed. You try to focus on the words, yet the toy feels so good against you that you choose to drop the book and enjoy. You throw your head back, sighs and hums leaving your mouth as you work the toy on your clit. Your mind is clouded with thoughts of a single man. He is so close, yet so far. The scent from his vest is helping you get a clearer picture. He is skillfully working his fingers on you, filling you up just right and licking your juices off his hand so sinfully.

You groan. The vibrations are strong against you, and you don't think you can take it. You are not used to it. Fingers will have to do. You blindly search for the button. When you fail to find it, you open your eyes.

"Fuck-"

The rest of the words come out muffled. A hand is placed over your lips, and another one is covering yours on the wand. You shamelessly stare into the eyes of the man you want to fuck so bad. Judging by his gaze, you think he shares the idea. Without a single word, he presses the toy back into your clit. You sigh into his hand, head falling back and your back arching. You try to close your eyes, but a slap to your inner thigh makes you jump.

"Look at me."

You do as you are told. He does not avert his gaze, not even when you beg him to stop. You are feeling overstimulated, even though you did not orgasm.

"Found yourself a book to read?" He asks, eyes falling on it.

You nod. Now you know why the scent was stronger in the room. How long was he there?

"Come here."

He removes his hand from your face. You are taken aback by his demands. It is turning you on even more. With a single swipe, he drops all the pens and notebooks from the desk on the floor.

"You like wearing cute little dresses and parading around the house?"

"I wasn't-"

"I didn't say I didn't enjoy it." He licks his lips. His hands cup your waist, and you feel your body rise up. He places you on the desk, then rests his hands on your knees. In the most erotic way ever, he looks deep into your eyes, then gently spreads your legs. You want to melt into his arms right there. Mr Park steps between your thighs, hands resting on your cheeks.

"You look so innocent. So pretty for me to ruin."

You say nothing. Instead, you get closer to him. You wish to feel his lips. You wish to feel his tongue in many places.

"But you are far from innocent, aren't you? Probably the biggest slut I've ever met."

"Sir-"

"I don't fuck my daughter's friends, you know."

He places a hand on your chest, gently pushing you to lay down on the desk. He climbs on it with one knee, hand still caressing your cheek.

"Didn't promise anything about best friends though."

His lips hover above yours for a while. He is making it painful for you. He is making you beg. And you are ready to go down on your knees for him.

"I want to fucking ruin you, doll. I want to do all the things you've read about." He whispers into your mouth. His tongue peeks out to lick his lips, accidentally touching yours too. "I want to pound into you as you read your favorite book and struggle to focus. I want to tear you apart right on this desk."

You moan at his words. You swear you could cum from his dirty talk only.

"Will you let me get a taste of you?"

You nod eagerly. He chuckles, then presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. He is looking into your eyes in a way that has you rubbing your thighs together so you can get some friction.

"I need to hear you, love."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"I'll let you get a taste of me," you repeat. It didn't sound as hot as when he said it. It didn't matter anyway.

Time passed so slow. You had an orgasm to chase, yet Park Seonghwa wouldn't move a single finger.

"Will you let me smear that pretty makeup of yours?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Will you let me stuff you with my cock like a good girl?"

"Y-yes, Sir," you breathe out. The formality is only adding up to the mood. First names are outdone anyway.

"And will you do as I say?"

"Yes," you nod, "yes I will. Anything."

"Anything?" He asks, his eyebrow raised.

"Anything, Sir."

Just when you think he is going to press his lips against yours, he reaches for something behind you. He holds the book in front of you, signaling you to take it.

"Read for me."

Read? It's erotica, not a bedtime story. Yet how can you say no when he asked you so nicely. You clear your throat, then continue where you left off.

"Nicholas held her thighs down to keep her from squirming. His tongue lapped at her clit without stopping. She begged, and begged for - oh!"

The buzzing device is spreading sensation on your clit. You look over the book, and find Mr Park focusing on the space between your legs. He is lazily dragging the wand across your crotch, occasionally pressing into the sensitive bud.

"Keep going," he ordered.

"S-she begged, and begged for more. She had cummed twice on his tongue already. Yet he didn't have enough. He wanted to watch her shake in his arms, beg ‐ ah, ‐ beg for him to stop. Nicholas then inserts his fingers into her, the tips searching for the sweet spot which - f‐fuck - had her groaning with pleasure."

The speed is increased, and your thighs are shaking. You think you're close already.

"I don't think I can handle it much longer." You say.

"I didn't ask."

With that, he increases the speed, this time dragging the toy more forcefully on your crotch. You could spill over the edge at any moment. You want to orgasm with his fingers, not a stupid toy.

"The books isn't going to read itself."

"She held onto his hair for dear life. The pressure was building up at the bottom, and- ah, fuck ‐ and, and-"

"And?"

"I'm going to cum," you cry out.

"I don't remember that being in that scene yet."

"Please-"

"Read."

Your eyes fall back on the words. You just want to lay down and enjoy. Why does he enjoy teasing so much? It's not as fun as it looks or sounds.

"‐and she could feel herself cumming all over his face once again."

You lower the book, just enough so you can look at him. He is focused on his movements. His long, slender fingers are gently pressing your thigh against the wooden surface, while his other hand is working the toy on you. The vibrations change speed and strength, and that's what's keeping you from finishing right in front of him. His tongue wets his lips again, and his lips stay open. He lets out shallow breaths as he watches you clench around nothing.

"Look at you, shamelessly dripping on my work desk." He says, his voice low and raspy. He looks into your eyes, right before he lifts the toy.

He does not break eye contact with you. He climbs on the desk again, spreading your legs with his own and resting his hand on your exposed lower stomach. His hand is hot against your skin. You are ready to give yourself to him in any way.

"You like the book so far?"

"Yes, Sir."

He drags his hand up your stomach, lifting your dress along the way. He takes his sweet time, doing nothing but giving you goosebumps and making your breathing harder. The dress is now scrunched above your breasts, your friend's brand new lingerie completely exposed to his big pupils. It was an ugly colour, but somehow, Mr Park seemed astonished by the view.

"Ah, fuck."

You feel your bra being yanked down, and right after that a warm wet muscle circling over your tense nipples. A gasp leaves your mouth. Then another, and another, with each lick he generously gives you. He squeezes your breasts, massages them, works his tongue on them like it's the most delicious meal in the world. You swear you could orgasm just from this.

Mr Park allows himself to get a bit vocal. He hums around your nipples, gently sucking at them and squeezing the soft flesh around them. He enjoys your squirming under him. He enjoys your moans and gasps. He enjoys your fingers pulling his hair. Most of all, he enjoys how you lift your thighs up and try to meet his crotch, in hopes of getting more relief down there.

He lifts his head from your sensitive breasts, and gets closer to your face. His breathing is heavy against your mouth, and you can almost feel his heart thumping against your chest.

"Tell me, what is your favorite scene from the book?"

"What?" You ask, confused as to why he is insisting on reading and talking about the book.

"You heard me," he speaks into your mouth. He is so close, yet he doesn't dare touch your lips. It's making you extremely frustrating. You wanted to taste the lips that spoke sinful words. You want all of him.

"Well, I kinda liked the first time he fingered her."

"Did you now?" He acts interested. His eyebrow is raised with amusement because of your utter confusion.

"Yeah, I mean, it was hot as fuck. Him fingering her right there in the corner of the club? I swear I'd — oh."

His finger dips inside of you with ease. Your walls swallow it, clench around it, and feel warm against it. Mr Park is lets out a groan. Still, he continues, still looking into your eyes. "What exactly did he do?"

"He made out with her. And fingered her."

"That's all?"

His finger is not moving. It sits there comfortably, enjoying the warmth of your pussy. He licks his lips for the third time that night. He is fighting every urge inside him to just slam his cock into you and ruin you on the table. He wants to enjoy everything you want to give him.

"H-he—" your eyes roll back as he gently presses his finger upwards, "he uses one finger first, to get her used to it. He fingers her slow, and- and‐"

The man slowly pulls out, then equally slowly goes back in. He repeats the motion, and each time it seems slower to you. It is more intense, but you don't think you have the patience.

"He inserts another finger, to stretch her out. He speeds up a bit, and asks her- ah, fuck, asks her if it feels good."

Mr Park leans into your ear. "Does it feel good?"

"Oh, fuck yes."

You feel another finger stretching you our, then another. He watches as his fingers disappear between your tight walls, preparing you so well for him. He speeds up his pace. The sounds of his palm slamming against your pelvis along with your cunt making wet noises is making you arch your back from the table. You shamelessly moan into his mouth, hands grabbing at his shoulders, hair, face, anything.

You are pulled away from the world of ecstasy. You find yourself sitting up straight, your wrists caught in his hand. You are ready to whine about being so close, yet he stops you by pulling you off the desk. The dress falls down your body, covering it once again. The man pulls you off the table, and in a split second, he has you slammed against the bookshelves. You are ready to complain, but he stops you by slamming his palms against the shelves near your head. He looks at you, as if asking if you still want it. You respond by getting closer to him, testing the waters. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he captures your lips with his, hungrily sucking on them and biting them. His tongue is gentle against yours, giving it light strokes and circles. Your fingers find themselves tangled into his hair, then down his neck, shoulders, until they finally rest on his chest. He stops your hands from unbuttoning his snow white shirt. He pulls away too quickly for your liking.

You stare with surprise as he drops down on his knees. Fuck, you love the way he looks at you from down there. His fingers graze the skin of your thighs, then gently lift up the dress.

"Hold that for me." He orders in a whisper. You quickly obey, grabbing the material and holding it above your lower stomach. "Then what happened?"

"The guy took her outside, behind the club. He made her stand against the wall, much like me now. And then—"

You now realise what he is doing. He is recreating the scenes you have just read. He is fulfilling your fantasy. He is doing just what you always wanted, and he doesn't even know it. A sudden boost of confidence enters your body. You could drop a few lines that weren't in the book. He wouldn't notice now, would je?

"He ate her out."

"Did he?" He asks, voice dripping with horny thoughts said out loud. "And just how did he do that?"

"He licked every inch of her skin, explored every curve and bump, and sucked on a specific spot."

The man smirks, then pokes his tongue out. You finally get a chance to see exactly how long it is. He licks a warm stripe over your folds and clit. Your knees are wobbly, and you wish you could've stayed sat down. His hands are gripping you thighs, buttocks, and the back of your knees. He is fully focused into absolutely ravishing you.

He mercilessly licks your clit, each swipe making you more sensitive. He works it up and down, then in circles, then flattens the wet muscle so that he can take in all of you. He makes lewd noises, almost slurping at your arousal and folds.

"So heavenly," he groans. He hums as he speeds up his tongue against your clit.

Short moans leave your mouth, and you find yourself gripping your nipples over the shiny fabric. You pull and squeeze his hair between your finger, and you think you'll choke him with your thighs. He doesn't complain once.

"I'm close—" you whimper, white dots already appearing in front of your eyes.

It was as if you said "stop". He stands up, hand resting on your jaw. He lifts your head to look at him. His lips are glistening with your arousal, and you think it's the hottest thing ever. He dips his thumb and index finger into your cheeks, making you hollow them and open your mouth. He leans in, and just when you think he is about to kiss you, two fingers find themselves resting on your tongue. He proceeds to push them back, right at the end of your tongue. You tear up, but don't gag. He is very distracting with his stare.

You close your lips around his fingers, tongue circling around them and wetting them. He takes them out, puts them in his own mouth. He steps back for a bit, and you carefully follow his every movement. He rips the fabric of his shirt, and buttons drop down on the floor. The sight has you dripping down your legs. You don't get a chance to say much, he pushes you against the desk, this time with you facing the surface. You feel the wet digits spread your folds. You then feel a wet trail rolling down your pussy.

Did he—? Did he spit directly on your pussy?

You hear the belt unbuckling, then fabric shuffling. Something hot touches your other cheeks, gently caressing them and leaving a trail of precum. His hand reaches near you, taking the book and opening it where you marked it. It then cups your neck, gently pressing the sides of it just enough to make you dizzy.

"Read for me, doll."

"But-"

He leans down, feeling a bit annoyed at all your protests. "Read for me so I can stuff you with my cock in peace."

You have no other choice but to continue. You feel him circling your folds, but not touching you where you need it.

"Nicholas couldn't believe how long it had been since he last felt her. He pounded into her like there was no tomorrow. His hips forcefully connected with hers— ah!"

You feel him stretch you out. The sweet burning sensation is back, this time actually pleasant. He fills you to the end, hands tightly holding onto your waist and neck. He pulls out, just to slam back into you, much like Nicholas.

"He watched her tits bounce with every hip thrust he m-made, a sight for sore eyes. He fondled her nipples, listened to her moans and watched her face twist wit-th pleasure—"

His hands move your body towards him, making him reach spots that have you gripping the edge of the desk.

"Please let me enjoy this, Mr Park. Oh please, let me."

He pulls your hair, making your back arch and your head fall back. He looks at you from above, hips still working their pace.

"You're saying you're not", thrust, "enjoying this?"

"No, I just—"

"I spoiled you," thrust, "in such a," thrust, "short," thrust, "time."

He proceeds to thrust a few times faster, then slows down. He fucks you nice and gentle, occasionally letting out a grunt or a hiss. He goes deep, making you roll your eyes.

"Look at me," he pulls your hair more.

You whimper, the pleasant pain spreading over your body.

"Look at your pretty makeup running down your cheeks."

He wasn't lying when he said he is going to ruin you. He turns your body over with ease, and you wonder just how strong this man is. Mr Park lifts your legs on his shoulders, the position giving him more access to all the sweet spots. He slams into them with no mercy, abuses every weak spot you have, and fills your mouth with his fingers to keep you quiet. They don't help much, since you are equally loud even when he tries to make you gag.

"Want me to fill you up like a stuffed toy?"

"Please," you manage to beg.

Your eyes roll back from pleasure, and you are feeling like you're floating. You are so close, and if he cums inside you, you will cum right then. Mr Park is now moaning. His hands are gripping your waist, slamming your weaker body into his hips. Sweat is decorating his exposed body, and his hair is sticking up everywhere. Watching him focus on chasing his high is something you'll always remember with love. He is progressively getting sloppier and louder, and you just can't wait to see him cum.

You are squeezing and milking him so well, he could go all night long with you. He lets out a prolonged moan as he spills into you, hips still working in and out. You follow after, the feeling of warm seed touching the right places.

"Fuck—" you moan, moving your hips and riding out your high.

The man drops on top of you, cock still deep inside.

You notice the windows are foggy, and the smell of sex is more than present in the room. You don't want to move. You want more. It just isn't enough.

"Ah fuck, I could go for a second round." He admits.

"I can handle it."

"But I can't so please go to sleep or go fuck outside."

Shit.

that was just so so good.

the way the switching happened was so tasteful, like i can understand the pacing and why it happened. ugh, just so good.

i also love how hannie was that bestfriend who’s like “you’re gonna let him do that to you??” HAHAHAHHA

chan stop bringing that girl around💀 get u someone who appreciates the fine specimen u are.

thank you for writing thisss!!♥️🫶🏼

☆.｡.:*my girl - l.fx.｡.:*☆

hi besties!!! i hope you've all been doing well!! comeback season is approaching so i want to remind everyone to be kind to yourselves and enjoy it!! with that being said, here's a felix smut i've been working on for a while. it isn't perfect, but it's mine :') hope you enjoy :33 (i’ve also barely edited it so if there are mistakes i apologize)

this is a strictly 18+ fic. minors do not interact.

wc: 3.4k

genre: smut!! badboy!felix x fem!reader

warnings (if you are uncomfy with these topics please do not interact): afab!reader, switch!reader, switch!felix, felix makes reader jealous but it backfires, softdom!felix, take a shot every time someone says fuck, bondage, degradation (m. receiving), oral (m. receiving), reader cries during sex, emotional sex, possessive behavior, unprotected sex (practice safe sex pls), creampie

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“Where the fuck is my fucking lighter?” 

You stopped your strut as you watched Felix pat both of his pockets, cigarette dangling loosely from his mouth. You rolled your eyes at his dirty mouth, rummaging through your small purse until you found the trusty zippo you always kept on hand. 

Felix’s eyes perked up as you grabbed his chin with one hand, perfectly manicured talons contrasting his fair skin. His eyes shone under the streetlights towering over the two of you, the softness of his eyes clashing with the leather and spikes adorning his body. With your other hand, you expertly flicked off the zippo cover, looking straight into his eyes as you held the flame up to his cigarette. He smirked down at you as he took a long pull before releasing the smoke to the side of your face. “Thank you, baby,” Felix said hoarsely, placing a kiss on the inside of your palm that he delicately detached from his face.

Before you could continue walking towards the neon lights of Club 0325, Felix gripped your waist, his eyes examining your face for a moment longer. The black eyeshadow along your eye lids were perfectly smoked out, making every glance you thew at him have a sultry under tone to it even without meaning to. Even now, the sight of you looking up at him with your eyebrows knotted together and mouth pursed in question did he want nothing more than to pull you into the brick alley near by and fuck you right there. 

“Something wrong Lix?” You asked, reaching up to softly press your lips against his jaw. You got a waft of his scent as the soft breeze picked up around you, the smell of roses and sandalwood blending together as you nuzzled your face against his throat. 

“Nothing at all,” Felix mumbled, using the pad of his finger to tilt your head up to look at him once more. An idea formed in his head then, one that he knew he would have to take the heat for later, but it would be worth it if he got what he wanted.

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“Lixie! Take another shot with us!” The girl’s voice made the back of your neck heat up for what felt like the thousandth time that night. You watched as Felix waved his hand, explaining that he was cutting himself off for the night. Your eyes narrowed into thin slits, arms crossing across your torso as you relaxed against the vinyl booth. The pulsing music didn’t help your situation, the headache forming behind your eyes growing as you watched Felix engage in friendly conversation. 

“I don’t even know why Chan brings that girl around when all she does is flirt with everyone but him,” Han shivered beside you, downing another shot and wrapping an arm around you. “Don’t pay her any mind.” You scoffed at your friend’s words. “Don’t pay her any mind? Look at her! She isn’t even trying to hide that she wants to fuck him.” 

Chan’s date looked up at Felix with curious eyes, her gaze subtly roaming down his body. You fake gagged at the sight before you. To Felix’s credit, he didn’t look at her the same way he looked at you before walking into the club, but the grin on his face indicated he didn’t hate the attention either.

Han rolled his eyes at your dramatics, shoving you harshly. He was at the point in the night where his movements were disoriented, so what he thought was a friendly shove nearly flung you off the couch. 

“Yah! Can you stop with that nonsense?” Han braced your shoulders with both hands, forcing you to look him straight in the eyes. “So what if she wants to fuck him, hm? You think he wants to fuck her? Probably not!”

“Probably?! Hannie you’re too drunk to be having this—“

As if on cue, you saw the girl’s finger trace up Felix’s arm, stopping to hang her wrist off his shoulder through the corner of your eye. Her head was tilted slightly, the smirk on her face taunting Felix to make a move. You couldn’t care less if she chatted with Felix all night, nor if she followed him around the club like a lost puppy, but she crossed a line the second the pad of her finger made contact with the leather lining Felix’s arms. She was touching him. Your brain timed out for a second, the ringing in your ears refusing to subside as you stared. 

You were absolutely livid, no longer at the girl but rather that Felix didn’t make a move to get her hand off of him, and yet you were still sitting there doing nothing but watch. Han turned around, his cheeks puffing out in shock as his eyes grew to the size of saucers. He looked back at you in disbelief. “Are you just going to let her get away with that?” 

You scoffed at Han’s question. “Her, yes. Him, no.” 

The adrenaline controlled your movements, pushing you out of the booth right towards the two mother fuckers giving you a migraine. With your head held high, your heels clacked against the dark tile in perfect rhythm. Felix felt your presence before he saw you, shrugging the girl’s hand off his shoulder before acknowledging you. Before the pair could say a word, you grabbed Felix's hand with a mere “We’re going,” and dragged him out of the club. 

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“So are you going to tell me what happened back there?” Felix asked nonchalantly, peering at you through the corner of his eye. His calm demeanor made your neck twitch.

“I don’t know, are you?” You shot back. Felix scoffed in annoyance, reverting his gaze back to this road. 

Felix clenched his jaw, shaking his head before he spoke. “I was just talking to her, y/n. You think I didn’t see you talking to Han?” 

“You know that isn’t the same thing! When have you ever had a problem with me talking to your friend?” You were livid at his choice of words. You knew Felix wasn’t stupid, but it seemed as though he needed everything spelled out for him tonight. “You let her touch you, Lix. You can’t just let random girls touch you!” 

“Aww,” Felix cooed, placing a hand on your fishnet-clad thigh, gripping it tight. “You want to be the only one touching me, baby?” 

You wordlessly took his hand off your leg, keeping your eyes trained on your feet. “Just drive, Felix.” 

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“I can’t believe you’re acting like this,” Felix mumbled when you got home. Felix was propped up against your headboard, hands intertwined behind his head as he watched you move around the room. “When have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?” 

You were sitting at your vanity finishing the last steps of your skincare routine when his words made you pause. When you stood abruptly, Felix saw pure anger flash behind your eyes. He got you right where he wanted you. Both of your clubbing attires had been long thrown in the hamper, leaving the two of you in nothing but your underwear to unwind in. Seeing you in nothing but the simple black bra and panty set made his cock twitch in his underwear, the thought of you jealous over another woman only making his urge to touch himself stronger. His arousal grew as he anticipated your next move.

In Felix’s defense, you thought, he was right. Felix flirting with other women had never been an issue in your relationship, nor had you ever been jealous of another woman’s advances towards him. He always made it known that you were his, that none of the women in the room could hold a flame to the power you have over him. But the Felix looking back at you right now, you didn’t know where he came from. He sat at an angle where you could see every ridge on his torso, his chest moving up and down at an even pace. His eyes, however, were so clouded with lust it was almost laughable. 

“You’re right,” you said softly, moving towards the foot of the bed. “I trust you.” 

Felix watched all of your movements closely, letting out a shaky breath as you slowly crawled up to him and took a seat on his lap. His confidence was wavering, but yours sure wasn’t. You were nose to nose now, the rise and fall of his chest evidently heavier. His hands had moved from behind his head to your hips to keep you in place. 

“You just wanted to act up, didn’t you?” You asked mockingly, using a manicured hand to move a strand of hair out of his face. He was looking up at you with his mouth hanging open now, perfect and pink. You caressed his face with your thumb before grazing over his lip. Felix’s eyes sparkled at the contact, locking your thumb between his teeth before wrapping his plump lips around it, his eyes closing in bliss. Felix’s soft moans filled your ears, making you shift your hips on top of him.

“Look at that,” you hummed. “Not so hard after all, hm?” 

You pulled your thumb out of his mouth to reach into the side table, successfully retrieving the black rope that you were usually tied up in. “I think this is a fair punishment.” 

Felix watched you expertly bound his wrists to the headboard, your fingertips tugging the rough material with ease. He started to rut himself up against your core, the feeling of your wetness through the lace of your panties mixed with the rope against his wrists making him desperate to be touched.

“Fuck, my pretty boy looks so good under me for once,” you purred, running a pointed acrylic nail down Felix’s chest before dragging it back up to tilt his chin up to look at him. You brought your face forward, your parted lips less than a centimeter away from his. “You know you can have me whenever you want. All you have to do is ask and I’ll do anything for you. Do I make it too easy for you, Lixie? You wanted to work a little bit for your pleasure?” 

The black lace lingerie set adorning your body was a set your boyfriend had gifted you the week prior. The bra pushed your tits up just enough for Felix to see the slightest sliver of your nipple peeking out of the cups while your pussy deliciously ate up the patch of cloth that was a shitty excuse for a thong. You were convinced that your boyfriend purposefully bought the set a size too small, but you weren’t complaining. You put the set on with the intention of letting him fuck you in it when you got home, little did you know the outcome would be much hotter than you expected. 

“N-no,” Felix stuttered, trying but failing to capture your lips into a kiss. You laughed at his pathetic attempt. 

Felix looked so gorgeous like this, you thought, stark naked and oh so helpless below you. Your boyfriend never failed to turn you on, everything from the sharp angles of his face to his hard abdominals and thick cock made your pussy clench around nothing above him. 

“No?” You asked, running both of your hands down his perfectly puffed-out chest and hard stomach. You brought your face down with you to be eye level with his strained cock, licking your lips at the sight before looking up at him through your eyelashes. “So you just like the attention from other women?” 

Felix hissed as you pulled his underwear down and off his legs, exposing his leaking hardness. “I asked you a question, Lix.” 

You gripped his length, licking the dripping precum from the tip. Felix watched as you spat into your hand and innocently looked up at him, moving your hand up and down his shaft at a painful pace. You sat back on your knees, leaning forward to be face to face with Felix’s crotch. From Felix’s point of view, your heart-shaped ass was jutting out just right, making his mouth run dry. If his hands weren’t bound he’d land a perfect smack on your ass cheek, but you were in control now and all he could do was take whatever you gave him. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled, closing his eyes at your movements. “I wanted you—fuck baby.” 

“Finish your thought or I stop, Lixie.” You cooed. 

“I wanted you to—“ Felix’s breathing was ragged now. “I wanted you to put me in my place.” You wrapped your lips around his cock then, completely sealing his perfect tip in your mouth. 

“Oh shit,” Felix gasped, tugging on his restraints so hard the headboard shook. You bobbed your head up and down on his cock, making sure to pull away so that you could let a string of spit fall directly onto his tip. Your hand accompanied your mouth's movements, massaging his balls in your hand as you took his cock deep into your mouth. 

You could hear the headboard rattling as you continued your movements blended with the sound of Felix’s guttural moans. “You feel so good, baby, fuck.”

“You’re so pathetic,” you mumbled, looking up at him. Your eyes were hazy from how deep you were taking Felix’s length, the area around your mouth wet with your spit and Felix’s precum. “You think you’re so hard, don’t you? With your leather vests and cigarettes? Does it feel good when Chan’s playthings flirt with you? If only they could see you now, tied up and being so good for me, so obedient.” 

“It’s only for you, baby,” Felix panted, lifting his pelvis towards your mouth. “Please, I need more.” 

Felix tugged at his restraints as you continued bobbing your head up and down his length, occasionally taking all of him down your throat until your nose hit his pelvis. Felix was a swearing mess above you, instinctively thrusting into your face. You knew to pull away when his deep groans turned into ragged pants. 

“Will you fuck me now, baby?” Felix asked, looking at you with pleading eyes. 

You crawled up to be eye level with him once more, capturing his lips with yours. Pulling your panties to the side, you rubbed your slick heat against his length. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling of your arousal coating him, the tip of his cock bumping into your clit making you swear against Felix’s lips. 

“I can’t take it anymore,” Felix hissed. “I need you now, please, y/n.” 

You nodded, positioning his length below you and sinking down slowly. The two of you watched as you eased Felix’s cock into your entrance, gasping at the feeling. You buried your face into Felix’s neck, slowly rocking your hips until they met his. 

“Good girl,” Felix mumbled. “Can you move for me, sweetie?” 

You nodded into his neck, rolling your hips once. You gasped at the feeling, holding onto Felix’s shoulders to continue your movements. Felix watched in awe as you rode him with fervor, using his shoulders as leverage to bounce on his cock. 

“Fuck you look so good, Lix,” you mumbled, looking down at him. He was tugging at the restraints again, eyebrows knotted together as he watched your tits bounce, still confined by your bra. Noticing this, you eased your movements to reach behind and unclasp the peace of fabric, forcing Felix to watch your tits fall. He swore at the sight, only egging you on further. “Wanted to get me worked up so I can fuck you good. Do I not fuck you well enough? Need to see me mad before I bounce on this cock?” 

Felix grunted in reply, struggling against the rope around his wrists. “You fuck me so good, baby. Can you—fuck—untie me please, darling?” 

“Only if you promise never to do that again,” you mumbled. Felix looked into your eyes then and saw your demeanor shift. Your pupils no longer had a primal gaze in them, but rather one of defeat, your quivering lip confirming his suspicions. 

“Oh baby,” Felix cooed gently, staring straight into your watery eyes. “Untie me right now, honey, let me hold you.” 

You quickly untied the knots, throwing the rope aside to throw your arms around Felix’s neck, hot tears streaming down your face. Felix wrapped his arms around you, moving you so that you were below him, his length still deep inside you. He peppered kisses from your forehead, down the tip of your nose, and across your wet cheeks before gently nipping at your lips. 

“Never,” Felix whispered against you, cupping your face with both of his hands. “I will never do that again, you hear me?” 

“It’s okay, Lix, I was okay earlier, I don’t know what happened.” 

“Don’t apologize, I’m the one that fucked up. I’m so sorry, baby.” His lips met yours again. “Do you want to stop?” 

You shook your head wordlessly, moving your hands to his sides. “Move, Lix.” 

“My perfect, perfect girl,” Felix mumbled, rocking his hips against yours once more. “You’re the only one for me y/n. I don’t need anyone else. I only need your attention, your love. You, I only need you.” 

Felix held you for a while, passionately thrusting into you as he left light kisses on your jawline and neck. He praised you constantly, reminding you of how good you are for him and that he was yours and yours only. 

“Fuck, can I come inside you, baby?” He whispered in your ear, causing your legs to tighten around him. “This pussy is too fucking perfect.”

You nodded against him. “Please, Lix. I need to feel you.” 

“All of me is yours,” Felix mumbled. “My cock belongs to you, baby. You’re the only one who can make me feel like this. Never, ever, fucking doubt that you hear me?” 

When you nodded, Felix grabbed your chin in his hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Say it.” 

“You’re mine, Felix,” you panted, sure that your release was coming soon. Felix’s rhythm increased with your words, making your words more incoherent. “Fuck, your cock belongs to me. Lix, you feel so good I’m gonna—“ 

“Who’s the only girl that can make me feel like this, hmm? Who?” 

“Me! I’m your only girl! Fuck, please cum for me, Lix. Please.” You begged until he painted himself inside of you. 

Felix came with a string of curses, holding you close. You whimpered as you felt yourself follow after him, using your hands at his sides to encourage him to pick up his rhythm again. You came with high-pitched moans, swearing when you realized Felix wasn’t stopping his movements. 

“We’re not stopping until you finish again, baby, don’t worry.” Felix used all of his remaining strength to fuck his cum deeper inside you, bringing his hand down to rub soft circles against your clit. You could barely move below him, the overwhelming feeling of your first orgasm barely subsiding as he picked up the pace.

“My gorgeous girl,” Felix whispered into your ear, making you whimper. “You have no idea how sexy you looked tonight. When you lit my cigarette I wanted to pull back into the car and fuck you.” 

“Why didn’t you?” You replied weakly, your voice barely a squeak. 

“Because I’m an idiot.” Felix moved his fingers faster against your clit, your moans echoing through the room. “This is what I should’ve done instead of making you jealous. I should’ve made you cum over and over again.” 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and give me another one, baby?” 

You nodded against him, letting his deep voice encourage you over the edge once more. The noises you let out were music to Felix’s ears. He kissed you through it all, only stopping when you pushed him off. 

“If you let another girl touch you again, you’re dead,” You chuckled once your breathing evened out.

“I am so sorry, baby girl,” Felix whispered, he pulling out of you and holding your head against his chest. “I will never even look at another girl again I swear to you.”

“I know.” You kissed his nose, sweeping his hair out of his face to fully see his face. 

Felix smiled, pulling your leg to rest it across his hip. “You’re my girl, yeah?” 

“I’m your girl.”

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You…you— I am addicted to your work.

I literally have no words, I’m speechless.

𝐑 𝐎 𝐎 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐓 𝐄 || m i n g i

"She is rare and real. I'm not letting her go."

"He was attracted to rawness and realness, to sharp edges and straightforwardness. And when suddenly, you dropped the act of perfectionist he, in fact, disliked and revealed your true nature, you became all what he needed in a woman that his hands, lips and tongue were so eager to worship."

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : after failed attempt to impress your handsome roommate, you decided to stop making a fool out of yourself and went back to the old, unimpressive you. Lack of dress code around the house and general chaos came back for good. Little did you know, the "hard-to-impress" roommate began to see you with very...very different eyes.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t , explicit language, fingering (f/recieving), intense cunnigulins, doggy style, cum on a back, unprotected sex, mdom, hair pulling.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Mingi x (f)reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut, little fluff, body imperfections appreciation

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 5k

07.35 pm. Friday evening. Everyone's favorite. 

A moment of relief and appreciated freedom. A precious time of your boss having no power to control you. Your annoying coworkers are nowhere to be found to screech above your head. A piece of paradise where you can begin to enjoy the weekend to the fullest.

Of course, it depends on people and their individual understanding of what "to the fullest" means. To you, it meant laying in bed, in the most comfy clothes, binge watching anime while devouring not so healthy food, drinks and snacks. 

You craved McDonald's today. No, you actually had been craving it since the early hours of Monday. And now it was time for you to treat yourself, give in to pure indulgence. No one could oppose this polygamy relationship between you, BigMac, chicken nuggets, fries and Sprite tonight. 

Thankfully, you could skip the usage of the restaurant app, many a times they screwed up your order. You overheard your roommate talking something about leaving to help his friend with something. He could easily pick up your food on his way back and bring it right into your gluttonous arms. What a lucky day.

You giggled in pure happiness.

*

The man's movements stopped abruptly. His arm hung midair with half of it already in the sleeve of the black jean jacket.

Your sudden disgustingly adorable giggles caught Mingi's attention as he stepped in the living room, trying to get to the hall. He unconsciously gazed in the direction of the sounds of joy. His sight was flooded by the light inside your room, door opened just enough for his eyes to almost see your bare bottom on display.

Only God knew how much he wished he didn't look.

"Fuck." He mumbled as quietly as he could, thanking the noises coming from your laptop for hiding the growl his throat pushed out.

The rapid increase of his pulse and need for deeper breaths, made him throw spirited curses to his own self. Nevertheless, the black eyes studied you in silence.

He seemed to examine you like one of the paintings on the Sistine Chapel's ceiling, even though you laid there on your belly, only in your oversized, gray T-shirt and cotton panties with some pink ribbons on it. You were kicking the air with your feet hidden in socks that dazzled eyes with bright yellow baby chicks. 

With resistance, his arm finally submerged into the jacket's sleeve, but still, Mingi didn't move from his spot. His legs simply refused to listen to their master. Boldly watching you, he seemed to be studying your uncovered parts by heart.

Your full thighs that looked as if they were inviting him to grab a handful of them. The slight cellulite that only proved how juicy your flesh was. It was almost painful to watch you, so unaware that you were fulfilling all his kinks and fantasies.

He clenched his teeth at the sudden throb between his legs.

He had to leave. Now. Of course due to business to tend to, but mostly because he was a heartbeat away from falling on his knees, crawling to you and begging you to let him touch you.

Despite the rational realization, he did not move an inch.

Your stretch marks glistened in the lamps light like translucent tattoos. He couldn't stop the sudden images of him kissing each one of them in his head.

The worst was yet to come as his eyes landed on the folds of your ass emerging from underneath the panties. The rolls of flesh where your thighs connected with your butt awakened a destructive urge to sink his fingers around them, to kiss and bite.

The unforgiving pulsing in his pants almost made him storm in your room. He needed to try to gain control again, he was not a wild beast after all.

Pinching the skin on his forearm, Mingi hissed at the unpleasant feeling.

"I'm leaving! I'll be back in two, three hours!"

He yelled this information more to remind himself rather than you. With clenched fists, he forced his legs to walk up the door.

"Mingi!"

No, please stay where you are, he thought panicked.

He didn't dare to turn around in case you jumped out in front of him 

"Yeah?" No one knew how much effort he put in that one word.

"Could you buy me McDonald's on your way back? The usual!?"

Thank God, you were too lazy to leave the room but the sweet tone you had made him wrapped around your finger, made the devil on his shoulder laugh like a Disney villain. You must sound absolutely heavenly when you begged for other things in your mouth.

"Ok!" he agreed, voice slightly breaking but firm. He shook away the thoughts before he turned back around and said them aloud. 

***

Mingi's tone sounded somewhat annoyed, making you think.

"Maybe I should've used the app instead."

Feeling bad, you looked in the darkness outside of your room after hearing the door begin to shut. You didn't manage to see him but what you did notice was your door being way more opened than what you remember it was.

Your frowned eyes lowered to your lower body. Slightly judging your naked legs, you realized your shirt was rolled up your waist which revealed your whole ass and your favorite panties.

"Oops."

Mingi either walked right past your room and didn't notice anything or he saw you with all of your grace. It took you a long second laying in stillness, trying to look for some sort of embarrassment in yourself, but eventually you rolled back on your belly.

"Ah, never mind" you shrugged and went back to drool over the tattooed Sukuna on your laptop screen.

Mingi had never shown any interest in you for all these years of living under the same roof. He was nice and a great friend but that was where it ended. Nothing more. 

Oh well.

When your friend moved out to live with her boyfriend, you had a hard time finding a new roommate. The house, despite being an amazing place, was pretty far from the city center. Not a lot of people would decide to take long journeys to their workplace.

You lived alone for six months until one day you got a call. The man on the other side was interested in the room beside yours as he worked from home and liked being away from the city noises. 

You had to admit, you preferred to live with another woman but that time you were desperate so you offered him to come and talk about the deal.

The memory of his frame still roamed in your mind, as it took up almost all the space of the entrance. You loudly gulped before even greeting him. And you were nervously swallowing for the next few months when he officially became your roommate.

At the beginning you tried to shape his view of you as the best. You changed your "house outfit" to more covered and neat, to make him think you have class and to hide the unattractive marks of your body. Meals you made were more sophisticated, and you followed a more healthy lifestyle. Even the gym lived to see you within its walls. Your room was cleaner than the ones in the ads of cleaning products. And most of all, everything about you had to look and smell like a volcano of femininity.

How lame of you.

To those days, you still wondered why you were doing all of that, to impress a dude that had absolutely no obligation to fall for you. All just because you were single and he was hot? Well, he was more than hot and you were basically covered in dust from singlehood. Still, it was unnecessary and you wasted time on doing things you didn't even enjoy. 

After realizing your own stupidity, you went back to your old habits which actually allowed you to get more comfortable around him and in your own house. As the ties of attempting to impress someone disappeared, you quickly slid back to your messy, untamed, normal self.

For his misfortune.

The change of your aura around him was rapid and it took a 180° turn. One day you seemed to calculate every step you took and the next day the scheduled life was gone. It gave its place to chaos.

Truly, he disliked your visible chase after perfection and social media influence victimhood. It made you look almost robotic. You also seemed to force yourself to do most of it, especially going to the gym.

He did not know what dictated the sudden change but Mingi was glad that somehow due to it you finally became more relaxed and looked more like yourself. 

However.

While you quickly found your comfort, he began to fall into a void of crushing lust and decreased self control, more and more everyday. The views like the one he just saw, were now on a daily basis. It was exhausting - pretending he was unaffected while in reality it trapped him entirely.

He was attracted to rawness and realness, to sharp edges and straightforwardness. And when suddenly, you dropped the act of perfectionist that annoyed him and revealed your true nature, you became all what he needed in a woman that his hands, lips and tongue were so eager to worship.

The way you moved, unaware of how feminine you were with something so simple like reaching for a coffee cup. The way you smelled, even after you stole his shampoo since you forgot to buy yours. The way you were all blushed after the steamy shower and paraded in only a towel around the apartment. The way you laughed out loud without trying to hold it in. Mingi melted at the sight of how excited you got for food, or when you got a text the postman was on their way with the new books you ordered. Or that a new season of your favourite show was out. Everything now was like sweet bait for his bee-like mind.

Mingi halted beside his car and looked at his reflection in its windows. Despite the twilight, he still saw the flames in his own eyes as all these thoughts of you flashed before them. The flames were just a tiny portion of the hellfire devouring him from inside.

Did he officially reach his limit? Somehow his mind kept fighting his body, however it began to realize it was outnumbered.

The first thought is the best.

Instead of the car keys, Mingi reached for a phone in his pocket. He didn't wait long for his friend to pick up the call.

"Sorry, man. I won't make it. You need to find someone else to help you with furniture." He informed the man on the other side with no words of greeting.

Hearing the need for explanation, he sighed like all he carried were troubles.

"Old case came up. I have to deal with it at last."

***

Fictional men. Book ones or 2D ones, it didn't matter. Your all time guiltiest, of guilty pleasures. Oh, how you wish they suddenly came to life, knock at your door and solve all your problems and fulfill all your fantasies.

"Ganbare, ganbare." you heard from the speakers as one of your new anime daddies spoke up.

"What the fuck, Sukuna?" You whined at the scene, burying your face in the pillow placed under you. You wanted to whine some more at the perfectly matched dubbing but the sound of doors abruptly opening and shutting caught you off guard.

Mingi left not whole five minutes ago. It had to be him. You hit the space button to stop the video.

"You forgot something?" you asked, listening closely, hopefully you were right.

"Yes."

The slight panic and insecurity that began to shape disappeared at the voice of your roommate. You turned your head back to the screen and restarted the video.

The music and a fight scene was loud enough to mute the sound of steps that entered your room. Only the sudden weight, pulling the bed down made you realize someone was indeed inside there with you.

You tried to look at Mingi, expecting to see him sitting on the edge of your bed for some unknown to you reason. But before you could even turn your head around, out of nowhere his arm appeared above your head, closing your laptop with his finger.

You couldn't look up but you felt it with all your being. Mingi hung above your entire frame, his arms on both sides of you, your legs trapped between his. His mouth, dangerously near your ear.

"I forgot to make something clear." He let out a growl he didn't have to control anymore, sending chills that were like a rifle series, from your head to your toes.

You were too stunned to form a word, feeling the temperature rise incredibly fast. Mingi took it as a chance to continue.

"If we're going to live together, we have to compromise, (y/n). I don't know what you're trying to accomplish, being so careless around me. If you wanted to seduce me, you succeeded. Congratulations."

Seduce him? No, you stopped trying three months ago. Now you were just living your life. How could he get it all backwards? Was it possible that the you being comfortable in your own skin, the chaotic you kept him awake at night?

You would scoff from the irony but, the position you were in and the whole man above you — with his lips so close to your neck, did not allow you to do anything but lay there like a mouse snared in a trap. 

"If you didn't then please have mercy on the poor me and restrain yourself a little, so I could eat, sleep and coexist with you in peace and not fight the urge to pin you down to the first surface in sight and beg you to let me worship every inch of your body."

You were still silent, which made him spread his arms further and lean closer to you.

"Got it?" He asked, which sounded more like a threat.

Mingi had seen you in your most vulnerable  position, and that had him speaking like he was a slave to your body. You smiled to yourself, at the confidence boost. 

It was time to make a move.

He flinched at the unexpected touch on his crotch. He looked down to see your feet in bright socks brushing his clothed dick in wave-like motions.

"So, no McDonald's then?" You asked, pulling your head back to show him the fake disappointment on your face.

"(y/n)..." he begged, fighting the need to grind his hips.

"What can I do?" You shrugged, still not letting go of the act.

You did have him in your hands.

You suddenly turned around on your back and positioned yourself more comfortably as he pulled away a little in surprise. He looked you up and down, at your hands playing with your shirt, legs spreaded as if they were inviting him in. His grasp on the sheets tightened, trying to maintain maximum control.

"And what if I told you that I won't restrain myself?" You taunted with a pout, holding his dark gaze that came back to your face.

You were challenging him. He licked his lips at the lavious sight. The tightness in his pants bothered him more with every second of the view underneath him.

Your smile faded, giving its place to sultry expression. One of your legs raised and began brushing on his side.

"What if I also told you, you can pin me down to the first place you see and do whatever you want to me?"

The joy of having an upper hand didn't last for long. His move was fast and decisive — Mingi grabbed your flirting leg, stopping it from escaping as he lowered himself down onto you, pinning you to the bed with his weight.

The man's lips brushed yours, "I have a rule, you know."

"And what rule is that?" You battled the impulse to lick his plum mouth.

"No sleeping with roommates just for the sake of a peaceful life under the same roof." He enlightened you, putting your legs on his hip, next grabbing a handful of your plushy thigh. You inhaled sharply at the power he did it with, "But you make it absolutely impossible to follow."

You smiled devilishly, "So, you had a rule."

His lips felt juicier and softer than you imagined. And you imagined them an ungodly amount of times. It felt like biting onto the ripest fruit with all the juices exploding. It would've been a salvation on a hot summer day. But in this case, an unforgiving heat fell onto your body, burning your veins and showing on your cheeks.

The kiss quickly turned from delectaing, getting familiar to a violent clash of teeth, tongues and mouth, all of it accompanied by loud wet noises. The kiss broke as every ounce of oxygen left your lungs. You grabbed your shirt to finally get rid of it but he halted your plans.

"Leave it. I'm fucking you in this." He promised, at the same time groaning as his eyes filled with your breasts falling out of your only top piece. 

He'd seen them unbrotherly bouncing under your oversized shirts almost everyday. Most of the time with no bra. Many times with erected nipples. They were teasing him while covered, which definitely woke a fetish in him. A fetish he never knew he had. A fetish he developed because of you.

"Why?"

Seeing you like this everyday got him laid in his bed and spent many nights imagining these scenes. Too many to not let it come to reality.

"Don't ask." He breathed out, while pulling the pillow from underneath you to put it on a side.

You didn't even have time to be confused as your nipples caught in his attention. One grabbed by his teeth and lips, the other twisted between his impatient fingers. Your back arched giving him all the access he needed. Mingi got the sweetest of whimpers out of you while kissing, sucking and massaging your tits that desired to fit in his big, untamed hands.

With kisses down your belly, he left your soft breasts, pulling your down shirt onto them. You squirmed in disappointment when your bosom lost his attention. But then he got dangerously close to your clothed cherry.

"I always admired your underwear collection but that is something else", he grinned, with his face hanging above your pussy like a cloud with a heavy rain over thirsty ground, "I thought these were ribbons…"

Once again he looked at the little pink tits painted all over your pelvis. 

"I also have a version with little vaginas. Wanna see?" You grinned back and grabbed a string of your panties on your hip. Pulling it, you quickly let it go which made a sound from a contact with your flesh.

His grin faded away at that little gesture of yours. Why did the bare minimum have him raging in lust? What kind of sorcery did you use?

"Maybe later."

He grabbed the side of your underwear as you and pulled all of it down. Your cute panties landed somewhere behind him.

You were all exposed to his darkened, lusty eyes.

"I have a real one to look at…" with every word he made sure his hot breath embraced your throbbing pussy. "...as well as lick, suck and fuck." 

"Mingi…" you immediately responded with a moan to his taunting. Your hips began to slightly twirl in front of his face when he positioned himself between your full thighs. They went up the next second, held by his decisive hands. He revealed every inch of your quivering womanhood to himself.

"Fuck, (y/n)" he whined at the sight of you, "Stunning. "

You felt cold air blowing on your folds. This little fucker. Your eyes darted onto him. Your roommate seemed to have fun, watching you struggle and wiggle while all he used was just air.

"Mingi, please" you begged shamelessly, "Hold on to your words, would you?"

"...as well as lick, suck and fuck."  Oh you were funny.

"Right." he scoffed in amusement.

His giggles were muted by his lips attaching with your dripping pussy. Air got caged in your lungs, fingers immediately tangled in his fluffy hair.

Tongue lapped at your poor clit, mouth mercilessly sucked it in between. Raw sounds of your juices blending with his building saliva resonated in the room as well as deep in your soul.

"Fuuck." You were melting at the touch of his warm muscle, wandering around your folds.

Mingi was quickly advancing with his actions. His left hand went around your right thigh, fingers reached to the upper part of your pussy.

Your folds were spread, reminding him now of butterfly wings. He licked his lips at the vision of the source of all the nectar he was tasting. You were wet beyond his expectations.

The index finger of his free hand now traced around the edges of your soaking hole, that were closing and opening under his touch.

You spasmed at the quick, single and almost dramatic licks that were gracing your opened clit. His eyes fed on the lewdness, glowing in yours.

"You won't let me cum so quickly, will you?" You almost cried out.

Damn that grin of his.

"Oh no, baby. I will make you scream in a second."

Sudden invasion of his finger made you raise your hips, however he quickly pinned back down. The movement was slow at first as if he was doing a recognition of your interiors.

"So soft and warm, as I imagined it to be." He complimented you with a hum, "So inviting." 

The middle finger answered the invitation, and join its neighbor inside you. There were no slow movements this time, no teasing. The pace was brutal, accompanied by your clit being violently sucked by his plumb lips.

"Mingi, fuuuck!" You screamed as loud as you were allowed in this condition.

The flood of pleasure, as much as it was welcome, came unexpectedly fast and powerful. It detuned your senses, took your breath away, controlled your body and whole being. You didn't know what to do with your hands, what to grab onto. Eventually they landed on your breast, adding more fuel to the fire happening between your legs.

His fingers pumped in and out of you, your rich juices made it much easier for them to move. Mingi sucked on you mercilessly, hamming loud which sent vibrations in the spot he was sending all his attacks towards. 

With the last ounce of sanity, you quickly registered the knob forming in your abdomen and that it was about to come undone, brutally.

"I'm cum-ming" you intended to scream but all you could master was a whisper.

At those words his fingers gave up on leaving your walls and stayed deep inside them. You felt them curl inside, gluing to your core while rubbing and pushing onto it.

"Yes! Yes, right there!" You grabbed his head again to keep him in place, "Right fucking there!"

"Give me all of it, baby!" he said and reattached with your clit again, quickly shaking his head to have you absolutely crashing, "All of it!"

Legs, framing his face began to tremble. Cumming intensively, you were crying out the curses of pure euphoria. Your vision blurred. You saw no shape, no color as his fingers hadn't stopped. He led your orgasm in all the directions he wanted. 

You had always been loud during sex but his skills made you reach new volumes. Your essence flooded his fingers, leaking out onto his mouth and chin. He began slowly moving inside you again to ride your ecstasy. 

Mingi took his time before finally leaving your throbbing cunt. Fingers slowly slid out of you, all wet, glistening in the light. No drop was left as the man collected everything off you and of himself, ending the act with a loud pop sound. You used this moment to calm down and regain your breath control.

You didn't say anything as he climbed up on you with kisses and your heated faces aligned. Both breathing heavily, you looked at each other. You didn't stay silent and still for long but those few seconds were worryingly intimate. There was something between you two. You couldn't say what it was but it was there, tangible. You saw it in his eyes, that he in fact noticed that too. 

Mingi allowed you to strip him off his black shirt and take your time to touch his chest, shaped abs and veiny hands that now rested on your sides. He felt his ego grow, seeing you worship his sun kissed muscles with awe.

"How do you want to take me?"

He raised his brows at your sudden question. 

That reaction of his made you smile. Maybe he wasn't that hard to impress after all.

"You want to tell me you've never seen me in certain positions?" 

"I have." He spoke before even the thought of other options of answer occured. However, Mingi didn't feel embarrassed with his honesty. Oh yeah, he'd seen you in many positions, but there was one specific simple fantasy that constantly appeared in his mind.

His hand reached for something above your head and next second you heard the sound of anime resonating in the room again. 

Now you were surprised.

"Turn around, on your belly." He uttered, his eyes looking at you but his thoughts were somewhere else, deep in the dark corners of his brain.

You bit your lip as you realized.

Mingi wanted you in the position he had seen you almost everyday. In the position he saw you also today before leaving and coming back to take the business in his hands. He wanted to fuck you while you lazily laid before the screen. In your oversized shirt, colorful socks and your ass up on display.

How many times did he have to control himself to not let everything go loose when he saw you like that? How many times did he fight his corrupted mind while you walked and laid around the house unaware? You would never know.

Turning around, obeying him, you let him know you take all of it – all his needs and fantasies.

He helped you position the pillow underneath your pelvis and with the kiss on the back of your head, he got up to get rid of his jeans.

You felt familiar excitement as you looked at the anime going off but all you heard was a sound of an unbuckling belt. Wetness between your thighs increased along with the temperature, and you felt dizzy. It seemed like you were about to stand in flames.

His weight sunk in your bed again and you shivered at his mouth close to your ear.

"What you're doing, baby? Just keep watching your show."

The man's act of confusion was too good, his unearthly deep tone making you swallow a moan. Was it a punishment for you being so mindless about what you were doing to him?  

His still wet fingers sunk in the flesh of your ass. He was massaging, squeezing and smacking it until he was satisfied. You looked at the screen but you saw nothing, entirely focused on his touch and sensation. You bit on the collar of your shirt as you felt Mingi sitting on your thighs like on a cushion. He put most of the weight on his hand but you still felt his hot skin pushing onto yours. 

"Mingi…" his name in your mouth carried heavy pleas. 

But he didn't answer. Instead you found yourself gasping at the velvet touch of his tip, rubbing between your cheeks and folds. 

Up and down. 

Up and down he spread his precum on all of you. 

You couldn't see it but you felt his impressive width. You dig your nails in the sheets as your hips begin moving. You needed him inside, demolishing you.

"You're so soft and wet." He praised you. "All for me to finally enjoy."

"I'm begging you…" you mumbled with your shirt still between your clenched teeth.

He seemed to like bringing surprises as he slid into you without a warning. 

"Aahh." You whimpered at the sudden stretch of your walls. 

He went into you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. Mingi felt you were engulfing him more and more with every push. 

"You're adorably tight." He wanted to sound playful but failed as your walls cramped around him and a set of pleasure went through him. "Shit."

He raised up a little on his knees and used your waist to support himself. Your lower body was caged, he could've done and was doing anything he wanted. He rolled his body at an even pace while going in and out of you. The bed rocked along with you, the frame hitting the wall behind it.

You face dropped from the screen as you tried to look at the cause of your state. Your loud moans, now drowned the sound of the anime in the background. They became even louder as his hand suddenly wrapped your ponytail around its wrist, pulling your head back. 

You were facing the screen again.

"Watch. The. Show, (y/n)." He hissed. 

And you were. You couldn't focus on the graphic, characters and especially not on the plot. All that filled your mind was the absolutely superior pleasure as your roommate was bulldozing you from behind. But still, your eyes were glued to the screen.

The tempo fastened as he let go of your hair. He pinned into you crazily, his balls smacking your sensitive clit from behind. Skin to skin, birthing clapping noises at an even pace. 

The grab on your waist tightened. His moves became desperate, chasing the promising high. Mingi began to lose it. So did you.

"I'm clo-ose" you breathed out, shutting your eyes.

The laptop closed again, cutting the irritating noise. All he wanted to hear was your moans and mumbling, signs he owned you.

"Cum all over my cock." He demanded. 

His hand was now positioned on both sides of your head. He raised up and with all his weight he fell onto you, sinking deeper than ever. His thick cock and every pulsating veins, adorning it, rubbed all the right places to make your sanity go to sleep and sexual madness to wake up. The power he was invading now you was too much for your body's ability to control.

"Min-gi, aah!" You came undone once again because of him and with the way he made you feel, you knew it wouldn't be the only time. 

Heavenly bliss made your eyes roll in the back of your head as it fell on the bed from withering pleasure. A string of saliva oozed from your parted lips. You grabbed firmly onto his wrists and just let him ruin you until he felt like the work was done.

"Fuuuck!" he moaned as your walls grabbed his hard cock in whole, sucking him mercilessly, "Fuck, (y/n). Fuck, fuck aah!"

He quickly pulled out of you as a part of his fantasy was finishing on your naked back. Humping himself onto your ass, he took his time to shoot all the hot load, painting your skin in white as well as watch you laying there, nicely fucked up by no one else but him.

Leaning his forehead to the back of your head, he inhaled your scent as if he breathed comfortably for the first time in a very long time.

"There's no way I'm keeping my hands to myself from now on." He said, having a hard time speaking from the tempo he graced you a minute ago, "No matter what you or I will be doing."

You stroke his forearm, enjoying his closeness. You had no strength to open your eyes so you just smiled.

"Same."

He kissed your head, having dozens of butterflies going crazy in your stomach. 

"What are we gonna do?" He broke the comfortable silence. Mingi tried to hide it but you picked it up - the worrying hue to his voice.

The bridge was burned, true. There was no return from what you two did. But you had a choice and made it. You chose to accept your needs and desires. 

"We'll figure something out." You hoped, keep smiling as every cell in your body was telling you it might be a start of something beautiful. 

After all, he saw the real you. The imperfect, flawed and raw you and it made him let his armour break. You were not letting him go that easily.

He smiled in the crook of your neck.

"Does it mean you will be walking naked around the apartment from now on?" 

You recreated the same joyful giggle that made him look inside your room and began it all.

"Maybe."

PRISONER

♔ PAIRING — san x reader

♔ GENRE — smut, cat and mouse, mafia au, fem!reader, mafia!san, assassin!reader, enemies to ?, enemies with benefits

♔ WARNINGS — smut, hate sex, unprotected sex, oral (m & f receiving), dirty talk/strong language, mentions of attempted murder, gun usage

♔ WORD COUNT — 1.9k

♔ SUMMARY — another mission to take notorious mafia leader san’s life ends up with you in his bed yet again. one day….one day you’ll finish the job without getting distracted.

The air was thick inside the expansive room. So thick that you felt you could’ve cut it with a knife. The heavy tension weighed on your shoulders yet it coursed through your body like a drug. Your heart was frantic in your chest as you watched the man before you walk around his large bed. You tensed and you reminded yourself of the gun that sat securely in its holster around your thigh.

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BUSINESS CALL

♔ PAIRING — hongjoong x reader

♔ GENRE — smut, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader, ceo!hongjoong au

♔ WARNINGS — smut, semi public sex, sex while one is on the the phone, unprotected sex, overstimulation, riding, light choking

♔ WORD COUNT — 1.6k

♔ SUMMARY — after hongjoong runs late at work due to an important call and misses your dinner, you decide to make the business call a lot more interesting for him.

You knocked on the door tentatively and then waited for a response. You had half a mind to just waltz in, but you didn’t want to walk in on something you shouldn’t. You knew that a closed door meant that your fiancé was busy with something important and didn’t want any visitors. Normally this was something to do with his company. You huffed and glared at the door. Of all nights to be stuck late at work, it just had to be this one. You waited a few beats longer while your arms were folded across your chest, heel clad foot tapping on the marble floor impatiently. You checked your phone to see the time and rolled your eyes. 7:15PM. You had a dinner reservation at 7:45 at a restaurant across the city. You were going to be late.

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*incomprehensible screeching*

im seriously not okay. why are these ateez fics so so so good? im dizzy, this is not good😮‍💨

*passes out*

DRIP

♔ PAIRING — seonghwa x reader x hongjoong

♔ GENRE — smut, threesome, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, established poly relationship

♔ WARNINGS — smut, threesome, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, shower sex, double penetration, dirty talk/foul language/praise, overstimulation, lol y’all want some filth?

♔ WORD COUNT — 1.4k

♔ SUMMARY — it doesn’t matter that you’re in the shower. When your boyfriends seonghwa and hongjoong join in with you, you aren’t even the least bit clean.

The temperature inside the shower was warm and sticky, but the hottest thing on your skin wasn’t the running water. It was the touches of your boyfriends as they held you between them, your back on the shower wall.

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H o w ?

Just how did your brain conjured this incredible piece of work? It was insane, like truly I don’t think I blinked the entire time I was reading this.

The playlist you adhered to this fic was just expectacular. It felt like the song that played matched the section that it played at. The songs definitely added to the world building and atmosphere.

I never usually write a text this long only cuz I usually don’t know what to say or how I feel after a fic but I just had to write something to this one somehow. Wow wow wow. If you make a part 2 best believe I’m going to read it.

Anyways, thank you so much for writing this. I came looking for a choi san fic and this was the first one that appeared and I found a diamond instead of copper. Stay healthy and safe author!

𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 || c h o i s a n 1 8 +

"Fucking her was an ambrosia for his sick ego, a feast for all his demons."

"Say I'm a god." The man demanded, thread hanging in his tone like his all existence depended on it. You looked at him, overwhelmed by the unbearable teasing he kept sending upon you with his two digits deep inside you. "Say it."

🔪 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Known to the underworld as Reaper, San wouldn't let a change to play god to slide. If the money was good, he'd made sure the job was done. Elimination of a top level politician wasn't groundbreaking but the job #76 was different – really special, having San’s inner demons to thrive. Who would've known the woman he had been fucking for months was a wife of the man he was assigned to kill?

🔪 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : San x fem!reader

🔪 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Smut, action, criminal, psychological

🔪 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : m*rder, blo*d, explicit language, gunplay, knife play, cutting, blo*d tasting, oral (both receiving), choking, double fingering (f!receiving), edging, overstimulation, tying down, mdom, pet names, slut/whore calling, face riding (m!receiving), rough sex, mentions of breeding, mind games, m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t !!

🔪 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 11k

The sun began setting in vivid colors, painting the heavy cirrocumulus clouds bright red in the early autumn sky. No wonder the panorama had the whole city in awe. The view was indeed breathtaking, almost overwhelming, causing almost every pedestrian to stop and admire, then eventually eternalizing the scenery with their phone cameras.

However, there was one person that seemed to be completely immune to the capturing sights.

Not one of the passersby were paying attention to the ordinary looking man that occupied a little fragment of pavement aside, next to a small but busy cafe in the east part of Manhattan. He stood there, dressed in black from head to toe, with his back against the building's brick wall. One hand submerged in his pocket, the other rolled a half smoked cigarette between his slim fingers.

The man looked like everyone else on the street, irrelevant. 

And that was what he intended.

Blending into the crowd and becoming completely invisible weren't much of an effort to him; one of only two lessons that Choi San actually appreciated being taught during his time spent in the military. The other one was of course how to obliterate his own humanity. Both those valuable lessons now allowed him to wipe his ass with money.

A pair of sharp eyes flashed with threatening unpleasantness from under the black cap that was hiding San’s face. The urge to silence two loud love birds across the street was colossal. 

His jaw clenched, teeth gritting with annoyance. His neck veins popped from raising irritation with their obnoxious behavior as they were taking hundreds of basic pictures of each other in the incredible lighting.

He couldn't help but stroke the gunmetal, hidden deep in his pocket as the killer's instincts were heavily tempted.

Again he was forced to focus on gathering all the thoughts he had to prioritize. No suspicious movements should be made. He glared at a nearby skyscraper, basking in the blinding sun. 

The bloody star burned more with every minute. To some, that display of nature was just a sign of colder weather the next day. Those more superstitious individuals were lowering the draws while cursing the red ball on the horizon, considering it an omen of the innocent blood being spilled tonight.

San couldn't care less of any of that; weather foreshadowing or some stupid beliefs. For him, today's light of the sunset was nothing but pure luck, its help in hiding the red dot sight, which would make his job ten times easier.

"Fucking clowns." He spat out, when squeaky excited voices of the couple echoed again between tall buildings, almost disturbing his state of concentration.

However, it was not enough to make his hawk-like vision not register a sudden, weak movement on the roof of the building before him. 

A pleased smirk appeared on his dangerously handsome face, giving its sharp features all the cocky colors.

"Hello there."

Only an indistinct glimpse of one black figure grazed San’s eyes, but that was exactly what he had been waiting for.

Immediately his calculative mind showed him the whole map of that part of Manhattan, with the whole military security unit scattered on every roof and filling every hole and blind spot that could potentially cause danger.

His sight turned from an annoyingly over enthusiastic couple to the big round building that was located a few blocks away from his position.

The Conference Building Center.

Today, that building was a main focus of many eyes, also those watching from dark, hidden spots. The round impressive center was completely covered with glass, reflecting all the surroundings. Windows, another luck. 

No matter the circumstances, San had never failed to hunt the target. Everything that the police knew was what he let them find. There was no possibility that Reaper would ever get caught. That was why in missions like that one, where media and government were involved, he had to be extra attentive, appreciating those lucky conditions.

His fox eyes observed every movement of journalists gathered before the main entrance of CBC. He recognized the last preparation they were making as cameras were turned on one after another and the presenters started fixing their clothes and microphones.

The fun had begun.

First, the snipers arriving on the roofs to secure the territory, then the slight chaos, unfolding among the media teams and just now the representative welcoming team set on their positions to greet the big fish. It was all simple signals that San's target was about to arrive at the spot of his final moments.

He took two last puffs before the cigarette ended up beneath his shoe. It was time to move.

San had already chosen and prepared his hide site a few days ago, right before the conference was announced to the public and the military did their own scan of the place.

Despite the spot being pretty far from the CBC, it was surely occupied by one of the military pawns. San however considered it as the best thing in that difficult situation; they never paid attention to the less significant places, putting all the pressure on “the eyes” right around the main scene.

San didn’t need to be as close as he could to the target. Having them in a straight line wasn’t necessary either. Only thing required in Reaper’s death ritual was to have the duck in sight.

The spot he picked was just one of the medium sized condominium buildings, part of the older city's architecture. The stairway couldn’t be openly secured by the military since people living there had to have a free and non stressful access to their apartments. Nevertheless, it had to be watched from another, unobstructive position. San had to eliminate every obstacle that could disrupt his mission.

Arriving at the location, he kneeled down to quickly untie his shoe and take his time while tying it back. His attention was caught by two men, laughing at each other in the alley, right beside a big green dumpster situated four meters away from the stairway. For a sight of a normal human being, they looked like a couple of friends, maybe neighbors that got outside for an evening talk and smoke.

But not for San.

He noticed their well hidden attentiveness to every move and noise, their dominating hand never leaving the area of the big coats’ pockets. There was no mistake, that job would harvest more victims.

A distant sound of multiple sirens went off, catching the attention of San and definitely every “eye”.

The target number 76 was about to arrive in the CBC.

Watching how suddenly those two men began to move closer to the main street and leave their positions, San couldn’t help but snort in disbelief at their recklessness.

"Morons.”

Duty and mission over curiosity – distraction had no right to win. But there they were, giving death an invitation.

Either they were not expecting any bad events to happen or HQ failed to see they hired two idiots to guard a top politician. That was San's chance to clear the path like a child's play. He was indeed lucky today.

Leaving his shoelaces, he crossed the street with a normal paced, peaceful jog, along with many other people, trying to cross it before a column of cars would block the pass.

Ordinarily San disappeared behind a building next to his hide spot and his two prey. Walking the block around, his eyes quickly made sure that his method of escape was on the spot. After getting through the alley, he peeked from a corner to see a view that he already knew would welcome him.

Everyone’s back turned to him, every face watched as a row of black shiny cars, carrying a whole unit of bodyguards and the main star of the evening, the Governor.

Despite standing in the back of the crowd, the two curious guardians tried to catch a glimpse of a beloved politician, not sensing their own doom unraveling behind their backs as a black figure was closing the distance between them.

The sirens were getting louder, drowning out every other noise of the city, as well as San’s decisive and heavy steps in the dark alley.

The stairway was left unsupervised, which let him slide inside with no problem. All he had to do now was wait. He wished he could eliminate the couple right there but unfortunately, there was an important procedure that San couldn’t walk around. He needed these two idiots alive for a longer minute.

He decided to use this time to dress appropriately for the job. Using the chaos outside, San leisurely climbed up the stairs. The hiding place behind an old electrical box was untouched, exactly how he left it. Pulling a backpack from behind it, he quickly dressed in its content.

Black cargo jacket replaced the long puffer coat he wore previously. His cap disappeared, revealing his sharp features and short black hair he wore the same since he left the military. Plastic protectors embraced his knees and elbows.

Before putting on the black gloves, San reached out for his phone to check the hour but an unread message caught his attention.

$$lut>> Mandarin Oriental, apartment 5, hope you'll be there around 6pm. Y/n.

Unconsciously he inhaled sharply, feeling the cold air fill his lungs. For a second his straight face gave in to a combination of sinister excitement and roguish mania, decorating his exquisite features.

There was no way he would miss that meeting with you. Not when it was the biggest reason why that mission was the most satisfying job he had ever been paid to do. Just the thought of it was making him tremble in sick excitement.

His 76th job was more than just a "kill and disappear" mission. It was a perfect chance for San's crooked nature to show itself with all the dark sides to it. A great opportunity to unleash all his demons at once and let them thrive all they desired.

The moment he got the target file, he couldn't believe his own eyes. It wasn't the governor title or getting involved in political fights that was the reason for San's disbelief.

What were the odds that he was paid to kill a man whose wife was the best cumdumbster he had ever had put his cock inside?

Having this information on his mind while going through weeks of preparation and scheming, his wild and unlimited imagination only added more fuel to the fire.

That was why it was the only time he had texted you first, asking to prepare the place of the meeting and sabotaging you into daydreaming about how desperate he was for your body.

San knew you wouldn't waste your husband's nearest absence to let your dirtiest secret fuck you again. Not after all those times he made you turn into a brainless slut with his skills. He knew you wanted more and more with every meeting, making you basically addicted to the sin.

Exactly, you wouldn't waste any opportunity. Therefore what was a better chance for proving again your unfaithfulness to your husband than him being away, busy speaking to the citizens about his political successes and goals?

As the car with the governor lined up with the building San was in, the loudest resonation of the sirens filled the whole street. The sirens in San’s mind went off as well, while picturing all the obscene things he was going to do to you right after making you a widow.

"The Governor arrived at the CBC." A high volume voice blowing from the radios snapped San from his ominous state that your message brought upon him.

He carefully leaned over the barriers to look down and see that the two imbycles came back on their positions. Everything was going along with his plan.

"Outside sectors first, check in!”

The command was directed at all the buildings the furthest from the main building, including San's hide spot.

He had no more time to waste. Stuffing the backpack with his previous outfit and accessories, he pushed it back behind the electrical box. With fast but quiet steps and his back to the wall, he began walking down the stairs, while putting a silencer on the gun with rolling movements.

He halted on the lowest mezzanine, standing on the last step with his legs slightly astride. The gun hung in his grip, free hand wrapping around his wrist. With his head high, he was waiting for the rest of things to go his way.

"Guardian Apollo, Olymp 5 secured. I don't see any suspicious movements. Over."

The blurry voice on the radio got to San's sensitive ears. Remembering the map and the amount of the sectors there can be, the report must've come from the sniper on the roof above his head.

Olymp certainly meant the upper positions. Very poetic. What an effort. Now he was expecting two men downstairs to do their last stand.

"Eenie, meenie, miny-" San hummed playfully, mocking the dramatic situation the unit was heading to. He patiently stroked the trigger as he was warming it up for the action.

It took a second for him to hear what he expected the two corpses to be.

"Achilles, Hercules, Hades 5 secured. Over."

San couldn't help but smile wide, exposing the white, sharp teeth, the deadly glow lighting up his gaze.

"Moe."

The heroes' namesakes, now foolishly relaxed, still managed to notice a black figure stepping on the last set of stairs. They had a chance to look in their doom's eyes before two quick, muted bullets ended up in their skulls.

As expected, no one heard or saw anything as people kept shouting support while moving towards the center to create a crowd of love for their politician friend.

No eye caught the moment of two heavy bodies falling back on the wet concrete that was instantly stained with crimson colors.

San had less than a minute to hide the dead. Thankfully with the strength he possessed that was more than enough. He ran down the stairs and grabbing by the back of their collars, he seamlessly dragged two corpses towards the dumpster and one by one, threw them inside of it. Before the trash bags covered the crime, he took the radios off the guards and lowered the volume to the maximum on both devices. The radios continued to blow up with next sectors check in's, which would catch the unwanted attention.

The job on the ground was done. No need to rush when it came to Olymp cleansing. He climbed to the top floor in peace, causally passing by an older woman who was taking her dog for a walk. The black labrador seemed uneasy when San entered his space. Maybe because of the blood scent on his gloves or the bad intention he was carrying up the building. The man only mischievously smiled at the growling pup that immediately got yelled at by his owner. 

He finally faced the door he was about to go through. Oiling the hinges and the knob during the spot preparation a few days ago now was a life saver, letting the Reaper slide out on the roof without the smallest obstacle.

San slowly closed the door behind him and waited a moment, before kneeling down and looking over a wall at the next problem he had to deal with. Somehow San had to manage to get rid of Apollo who was guarding the southern part of the rooftop behind the entrance, without being noticed.

Apollo was laying down in a full sniper position, inspecting the surrounding buildings and streets through the rifle's scope. His back was facing San.

The idea of letting him see the face of a man that was about to become his killer was tempting. But Apollo wasn't anything like San's previous targets. Maybe he wasn't the smartest but he was a soldier that might've gone through the same training. If he went through the same training, he could've actually become a troublesome obstacle.

Without any second thoughts, a hitman pointed the gun at the back of the sniper's helmetless head, presaging a fatal shot. The bullet cut the air with a muted, sharp bull whip sound. Upper part of Apollo's body dropped on the ground, lifeless heavy arms pulling the rifle down with them.

The black figure responsible for shortening the life of the god of sun wannabe, soon crawled up to the body to not be seen by other "eyes". San had to make sure that the shot was final. There was no possibility it wasn't. Still, it made him feel more secure.

He rolled Apollo on the side and pulled the rifle from underneath him. Just as San reached for his jacket to start putting out his own weapon's pieces, he noticed another piece of luck today. There was no need for him to assemble his own rifle, since the dead guardian used the same model. The version was older but it still would get the job done.

"Thanks, man. You know, I always feel bad for killing my own kind." 

While looking into his victim's opened but lifeless eyes, he reached for something in his pocket. Then playfully slapping Apollo's cold cheek, he left the mark of the Reaper on it.

"Pity."

San had no time to grieve over that man and his unlucky fate. Pushing the corpse further to the side, he took Apollo's spot before adjusting the rifle back on the stand. It had been a while since he had such comfortable conditions during the assassination. Last time probably during military missions.

"Best day ever." He laughed, both in excitement and sinister at today's fortune of his. 

Despite dark blue clouds slowly covering the sky from the east, the sky beyond the horizon still burned, making the town bask in red. The bloody light poured inside the CBC through the glass walls, illuminating everything and everyone inside.

Small tides of adrenaline began to tease his senses. The path was finally clean for the main target's execution, ordered by his political opponents.

Watching the scene through the scope, San made sure that the conference was taking place at the main hall, due to the big crowd of his supporters, party members and media. As planned, the hitman had the governor at the golden plate as he stood on the pedestal while speaking to the people with admirable charisma.    

Poor man.

Not only was he about to draw his last breath, his wife was going to scream his killer's name in ecstasy some time after.

With the sun behind San's back, it glared out the red dot sight completely from all the angles but not his. With his hawk eyes and calculative mind supported by experience, he was at the top of his field. He knew how to use his surroundings and conditions, even those not good looking to help him succeed.

Now that he was relaxed, San couldn't stop you from roaming around his head with all the positions he was going to have you in and the surprise he had prepared for his favorite doll. The pricking sensation between his legs at these sinful thoughts as well as the growing adrenaline made his whole body tense up.

"Calm down, San." He whispered, grinning at himself. "You'll get yours soon."

It was time to end the clownfest in that part of Manhattan, before he could move to another. With no obstacle, the red laser marked the politician's side of the head. Everyone else, unlucky blinded by the sun, continued to celebrate his words with shiny eyes and wide smiles on their faces.

San also couldn't help a smile, creeping on his lips. The feeling of unearthly satisfaction tingled his sick ego. He always felt incredibly powerful, holding the right to take or spare lives. He felt like god.

No, he was a god.

"Don't take it personal, Kim Hongjoong. The fact I hold full ownership of your wife's pretty holes has nothing to do with the job." At first his words seemed to be honest, only to turn into a plain mockery. "But damn, it did make it hella more exciting."

The shot was clear, the bullet shattered the widow in pieces to stop right in the target's brain. The governor's body dropped dead behind the rostrum. The blue carpet on the stage, absorbing the growing paddle of blood began turning purple.

Manhattan's eagle, as he was called by his supporters, fell.

San used every second of total shock among the crowd before the panic exploded and the federals would begin searching the sectors. The chaos as well as the lack of idea where the shot came from were the moments that allowed San to escape without a problem.

Leaving the stairway he gulped with big steps, San couldn't help but nonchalantly pat the green dumpster containing new additions to his long list of victims. He indeed left a trail of bodies today.

With a hurry, he walked up to his black Kawaki Ninja that was waiting for him a block away. The hitman went back to looking ordinary, blending into the crowd as a simple biker. San watched the police and ambulances rushing towards the CBC as he was putting the helmet on.

"I'm leaving the mess to you." he whispered, mockingly saluting towards the pacing cars. 

Switching his phone online, a message from unknown as well as a bank notification arrived immediately, both related to one another.

Unknown》》 The whole payment has been sent onto your bank account. Good job, Reaper.

The amount of zeros put a smirk on his face underneath the helmet. The job there was done. Now it was time for the second part. He could entirely indulge in his own sweet mission of ruining you.

He closed the eye shield, hiding the devilish expression. His instincts growled along with the bike as he began reviving the engine.

"Aw, Y/n." He laughed quietly, the bike rolled onto the street, joining the traffic. "You're one unlucky bitch."

5.54 pm.

Choi was never late. He also hated when you were late. Many times you were met with an empty room when you did not get there on time. Following the schedule was apparently very important for your lover. That was why you knew his frame would be standing in the hotel room’s door in the next 6 minutes. You still had some time to make yourself look even more irresistible. 

As instructed, you turned your phone off before leaving the house as well as you took a taxi to arrive at the hotel. Wig and dark glasses you wore while traveling there, now laid messy on the bed. Necessary measures when you’re a high politician’s wife. You would be totally fucked if the news of your lack of morality came to the light. Not that you personally had a problem, cheating on your husband. Marriage with Hongjoong was a pure business. Elite families union. Still, you wouldn’t only ruin your husband’s career, which you would definitely pay for, but you’d also close all the door to your own future political career.

However, the risk held so much thrill. This sick kind of frisson you were always drawn to. It was addictive. No, you were already addicted.

Trying to fix your hair, you could feel your nerves and excitement alternately raising your heart rate at the thought of what was happening. Your husband was somewhere out there, preaching about freedom and positive changes for the future, surrounded by hundreads and listened by thousands, while you stood here in a hotel room, looking at your refletion in the mirror and waiting for your lover, like a sex slave for her master.

A series of chills run down your spine. Both from your corrupted mind and the click of the opening door. Your eyes subconsciously landed on your phone screen.

6pm.

With no need to rush, as a professional you walked out the bedroom to the saloon. Immediately, your gaze went to a black figure filling the entire door frame with his insanely broad shoulders. The helmet hung in his left hand.

“Like clockwork.” You commented with a shaky voice, watching him up and down like a starving vampire.

Instead of saying something, Choi’s face lit up with an indescribable smile, however the look in his eyes was darker than ever. You stood far away from him but you still could see that indefinable glow in his expression.

“You look…different.” You noticed.

“I’m feeling different.” He replied with an amused but also deep tone.

“It’s positive, I hope.” 

You couldn’t deny that Choi was still a mystery to you. And something told you he would always be. No, you didn’t mind. Both of you needed physicality from one another. Nothing more. 

The twisted way you two knew nothing about each other, except for every inch of your bodies was the biggest thrill that in your case bordered with slight obsession. Seemingly, it could be his case too as he was the one who called you this time.

The helmet landed on the floor with a muted thud that made you somewhat flinch.

“You’re about to see for yourself.” He grinned, closing the doors behind him and taking a few heavy steps forward. “Personally, I think you’re gonna love every second of it, beautiful.”

“I also have something special for you.” You teased, feeling proud of your new lingerie set you bought just for him.

“I can’t wait.” He purred with a raspy voice.

You watched him as his teeth bite on the gloves finger tips, one by one and slid it off his hands. It was too dark for you to see the dried up blood on the black leather. Then his jacket came undone and shared the same fate as the gloves and the helmet.

“You’re not gonna help me undress?” He snickered at your stillness that clashed with your loud, fastening breathing.

You clapped to activate the illumination system. The saloon lighted up, showing his sharp details to your hungry eyes.

His black t-shirt was completely soaked. Pants of the same color enhanced his massive thighs. Tiny waist embraced by leather belt with an attached keychain to it, showing something similar to a skull and a snake embracing it. His naked arm muscles shone with sweat. Short front strings of hair were stuck to his high and glistening with sweat forehead.

The view took your breath away which failed to escape his attentive eyes. 

“And?”

You gulped loudly, swallowing the urge to fall on your knees right there on the spot.

“Shower first.” You ventured, turning around and going back into the bedroom. “I’m not letting you touch me befo-”

Steal arms surrounded you from behind like vines, limiting your movements to the minimum. You couldn’t help but scream, which was muted with his hand over your mouth.

A growl rung in your ear, “Yes you are.”

Holding you deadlocked in his embrace, with his lips glued to your ear, Choi swayed you both slowly towards the bed.

“What’s the point of shower if I’m gonna drip in sweat in a few minutes again. And you along with me, beautiful.” He taunted, sending electrifying waves down your body that contributed to the heavy flooding of your new underwear. “Let’s be eco friendly.”

Your knees touched the edge of a king sized bed when Choi let you go to take care of your white, hotel robe. But even then, you didn’t mean to move. You let him slide the robe from your shoulder, indulging in the curses leaving his lips as your body in the skimpy, black lingerie was exposed to his eyes.

You were embarrassingly weak for that man. The harsher he was with you the better. Because of him calling you first, you become swollen-headed, which made you think you could dictate the rules tonight. What a dumb bitch you were.

Slow movements of hands followed your lines and curves as if you were some Michael Angelo’s masterpiece. Through the bra you still could feel how warm his big hands were. The intense massage of your breast made your head fall backward onto his shoulder. His loud breaths burn your exposed neck and soothe it with kisses and licks.

You desperately needed that mouth and tongue of his somewhere else. Immediately. 

“C–Choi…” You called him among the whimpers.

“You’re usually more shameless than requests.” He chuckled.

You understood the digression. Instinctively, you rubbed your ass against his hard rock erection. 

“I-I need your tongue all over….” You moaned seductively and when your hand found his, it guided him between your trembling legs. "...her.”

 “Filthy slut.” He giggled but you picked up the gulp of his at the wetness his fingers sunk in.

Choi gave your craving pussy a few lazy strokes to gain loud whines from you, before grabbing your hips to make you face him. 

You had no time to think as his hand locked on your throat and cold eyes pierced through you.

"You do deserve that wish to come true as a reward for being such a good cumslut for me after all these months. But it's not like you didn't profit from it either." He grinned.

It would have some cuteness to it if not for the ice in his gaze as well as his unforgivable hand around your neck.

"And I don't do things for free."

You flinched as he suddenly attacked your lips with his. However, he kissed you painfully slowly, teased you with the brushes of his tongue as his plan was to make you go insane with lust. Little did you know it was a silence before the storm. 

You tried to initiate a more passionate kiss but in response to your attempt, Choi pushed you onto the bed that squeaked at you landing.

He got rid of the wet t-shirt, revealing his sculpture-like body. His muscles were even more defined now then they were when you met previously. You moaned quietly at the ravishing sight. 

Choi was perfect, a walking irresistible sin.

With one knee he climbed onto the bed and placing his hands on the sides of your head, he hovered over you.

He smirked at your shameless glares at his lips. You surely imagined them all over you. Choi however wasn't done with kissing you.

This time he wasn't torturing you with a slow pace. He surprised you with his hunger and aggressiveness. The wetness of the kiss went hand in hand with the pool between your thighs. Moaning into his mouth, you tried to pull him onto you. You wanted his skin rubbing against yours.

His hand reached for a pillow above your head to prepare the stage for the act he had in mind but a black object caught his attention. The man broke the kiss and reached for it.

"Is that yours?"

It took a second for you to stop worshiping his muscles and for your senses to come back. The realization hit you suddenly and you froze. Now you knew what he saw and what he was asking about.

Oh no.

A gun hung around his finger. Your gun.

"Y-yes." You stuttered. "That's for precaution."

"You planned to kill me if I fucked you the wrong way?" He growled with widened eyes, making the gun rock back and forth above your face.

"No. I always have it. It's just a habit." You explained, telling him nothing but the truth.

He didn't know who you were and you couldn't tell him. Being married to a man with many enemies forced you to wear the weapon with you. Especially when you went somewhere without bodyguards.

Choi seemed to not be listening to you as he stood up and started wandering around the room. His quick eyes studied the gun from all its sides.

"Walther CCP M2 380." He said coldly. "Admirable."

You felt somewhat unsafe, seeing a man you basically didn't know with a gun while being upset. The fact he knew the model from one look was even more concerning.

"I sleep with it under my pillow everyday. That's just a habit." You continued to convince him.

"I understand."

He didn't sound like he did. Choi turned to you with a smile, heavily hued with danger. His free hand grabbed a chair and dragged it in front of you.

"You named it?" He asked as he was playing some game. 

The man sat down on the chair with the gun now correctly placed in his hand. And what was worse, pointed at you.

"No." You replied with a worried voice. "It's just a gun."

"How about Apollo?" His rhetorical question was followed by a mischievous laughter. "It's Apollo from now on."

He didn't load it but it was unhelpful for you to feel better. 

You sat down at the edge of the bed, your faces aligned. "What are you gonna do?"

"Get up." He commanded. 

You had no choice but to do what he said.

"Come here." Another command.

Approaching him as close as you could, you now domed over him but you felt nowhere near empowered. You flinged at the coldness of the gunmetal on your womanhood.

"W-what are you doing?"

"It's more about what you are gonna do, beautiful."

The gun pressed even harder, now brushing your clit. A series of brutal chills possessed your body. Despite the situation, your treacherous cunt throbbed in excitement. 

"Ride it."

Your eyes widened with surprise. So he wasn't mad, he simply chose to use the occasion for a foreplay. That indeed suited him.

"That seems pretty unsafe." As much as you wanted to do it, a peace of caution decided to come through your corrupted mind.

"It's not loaded." He chuckled at the sudden change in your voice. You didn't seem to be so scared anymore. "If you don't ride Apollo and make him sticky with your cum, you're not getting the real gun tonight. And I promise you…"

With this he solidly grabbed his clothes cock.

"This one is loaded.'

You allowed him to push the weapon between your legs completely. The feeling of thrill filled you up again. You looked down at Choi's dark eyes that watched you intensely. 

As he wasn't saying anything, you slowly began moving your hips back and front. You felt how the slight rugged surface of the metal only added more friction.

"Ahh.." you inhaled sharply as the gun moved on its own since his holder decided to fasten the process.

You watched Choi sitting there, leaning backward on the chair like he was a master of anything. At the first sight he looked relaxed and amused. However, his jaw muscle tensing up with each of your moans gave him away. He barely controlled himself as you stood there between his legs with his hand mercilessly pushing the gun, spreading your swollen folds. 

The feeling was overpowering. The flood of pleasure made you lean forward, supporting yourself on the chair's frame. 

"Fuuuuck. It feels so good." 

You looked at him with hazy eyes. He was smiling widely before stopping his movements.

"Fuck yourself on it." His eyes glowed while looking up at you.

You didn't have to be told twice. The need for release was enormous and you were so close. The wetness completely soaked your underwear and started leaking down your thighs.

You rode the gun as fast as you could to reach the highest pleasure. The thought alone that it was a dangerous weapon that fucked you was enough to double the excitement. The heat waves hit you one after another. 

"Cum on it." He ordered, seeing you holding onto the last string of control.

The gun got caged between your cramping thighs. Your knees went weak from all the convulsing attacking your body. The release birthed some beautiful sounds from your throat. Apparently so sweet and satisfying, it broke him.

He abruptly got up, pulling you close by your waist to him as his other hand, tightening around the gun, was brutally working between your trembling legs.

The slick and uneven metal surface rubbed you in all the right places after he put more pressure on your dripping pussy.

"Fuuuuuck, Choi!" 

You were coming hard, looking into his cold and maniacally needy eyes as he walked, or more like dragged you backward. He dropped you back on the bed as soon as your high disappointingly weakend.

"Damn." He clacked, watching the surface of the weapon, completely wet. "I'm surely gonna miss it."

His words didn't get to your ears. Your mind was anywhere but there with you. 

It wasn't the end of dangerous weapons for you. Apollo fell somewhere on the floor to be replaced with its equally deadly friend. A sudden click of the opening knife brought you back from cloud nine. You tried to glance at Choi but next you knew you had the cold blade at your neck as well as a whole man hovering over you.

"You–"

"Maybe after I'm done with you, you'll regret not using that gun on me." He hissed while slowly drawing a trace from your trachea to the carotid.

You didn't dare to move, feeling the sharp object moving down your sternum. The tightness of the bra disappeared. He seamlessly released your breasts. The knife was very sharp, too sharp.

Only when the man let out a satisfying adlip at the view, you felt the stinging pain.

"Blood suits you, Y/n." He smiled at you, his lips getting close to your wound.

His long tongue felt hot against your skin. Even in a dimmed light you noticed your blood marking his muscle as it collected all the droplets from a small cut.

"Mhmm.." your lover hummed as if he was tasting the most delicious thing.

That action should've absolutely creeped you out. But the result was completely different. Familiar vibrations returned between your thighs, making you unconsciously move them, attempting to rub onto him. Your breath became loud, faster. You wanted more of that madness.

Nothing escaped his attention. Without a word, he licked the wound, occasionally sucking and grabbing your erect nipples between his teeth.

"More.." You whined quietly.

The muted laugh that left his throat woke the worst behavior in you. 

"Yes, you're right. Let's cut some more, shall we?" He trailed off, his fast eyes wandering down, "How about…here?"

The blade cut through the lace of your underwear like butter, uncovering the wet truth. 

"Bingo."

With the top part of the knife, Choi began painting abstractions on their sensitive womb. He watched you closely, feeding on your cute whimpers. Your eyes getting more drunk, your actions becoming more desperate and lewd. It was activating the devil in him and all the accompanying demons in.

San felt undefeated, controlling life and death, people and whole cities. No rules, no morals. He embodied freedom. Walking by the club, then buying it along with people working there. Murdering a politician, then senselessly fucking his wife. He could do everything he wanted, he got everything he desired and no one could stand on his way. He was…Yes, yes he was. And he was about to make you admit it.

A whip sound cut the air. The knife ended up in the wall. You had no chance to react or ask what happened as two fingers entered you immediately. 

You grabbed his wrist at the sudden invasion.

"Aah fu-"

His free hand embraced your neck and pinned your head to the bed. 

"Say I'm a god." The man demanded, thread hanging in his tone like his all existence depended on it.

You looked at him, overwhelmed by the unbearable teasing he kept sending upon you with his two digits deep inside you. He curled them up, uncontrollably had you jolting your hips upwards but his unforgiving hand pinned you back on the mattress.

"Say it."

The man's face darkened in its expression, eyes beamed with something unknown to you, something that made you gulp at the first glance but the lust and hunger for danger was stronger, quickly killing all the doubts in the bud.

"You're a god." You breathed out, "You're…my god."

The grasp on your neck tightened, making you squirm in need. Choi smiled as if you gave him fulfillment, cheeks adorned with dimples did not match his mad eyes. 

You trembled at the fingers sliding out of you. All you could do was lay with bated breath and watch as he rested wet digits on his stuck out tongue and then sucking your juices off.

"You cunt already worshipping me." Choi laughed.

Next he sat down and with one, quick and effortless move he turned you over. Spreading your legs, he buried his handsome face between them. His tongue immediately went busy mercilessly lapping on your dripping folds. 

"Fuck." You moaned, gripping tight onto the sheets.

With loud grunts, he was devouring you as if he intended to suck the soul out of your being. Slurping on your essence, abusing your sensitive clit with the tip of his organ of taste, he had you mumbling nonsense.

To have a better access to your soaking folds, he put his arms around your ass and made your back bend downward with his hands interlocked on your waist.

"Fuuuck!" You whined between heavy breaths when this position let him reach for your clit. You heard those crazy sinful sounds his mouth produced in contact with your flooded pussy. 

Smoothly transitioning to a new tactic, San gave you a few long, full licks, tongue relaxed and flat, that traced from your pussy up to your ass. He kneeled before your exposed bottom.

"Did I ever tell you your slutty holes have been my favorite?" He hummed. 

The man didn't wait for the answer. You weren't even able to give it to him. He aggressively spat on your spreaded cheeks, lubricating your holes with his thumb.

"Show me they still are fitted for that title." 

Two fingers return to penetrating you but this time it was different. 

You gasped loudly as Choi did not share his plans with you.

The walls of your cunt welcomed his middle finger, while your ass engulfed the index finger.

You screamed in pleasure of being fucked in both holes. The tempo was crazy, bringing you to the edge at a fast pace. His long tools on torture attacked your sweet spot from all the directions. Your sight began getting blurry. The drool oozed from your mouth. You were about to cum hard again.

If that wasn't enough, Choi let his other hand wander underneath you to take care of your lonely bud with merciless circle motions.

"Fuuck fuck fuck I'm cumming!"

As if you said something wrong, his hands suddenly left your trembling body. 

"What-"

"I don't do things for free, remember?"

Choi ignored your disappointed surprise. Unmoved by your whines, he turned you on your back again. 

Your senses were dulled but your whole body was working at full speed, every nerve awaked. You felt like erupting.

He didn't seem to care as he was busy unbuckling his belt and getting rid of his black cargo pants and heavy boots.

You gasped at the full view of his naked frame. The glistening cock proudly throbbed, teasing you with the pleasure you felt dizzy thinking of. 

In complete silence he grabbed your ankles and pulled you close to him. Positioning you to kneel, he stood up on the bed, with you between his legs.

It was unknown to you why he went for this position. For him, his chase for power and ultimate control manifested itself in that. The higher he could get, no matter the situation, he would go for it.

His dick aligned with your face. You were confused at first but then you understood his needs. You licked your lips at what you would be tasting next.

"Take him as you want to be taken, beautiful. I only take fair deals." He said, shamelessly grabbing his pride and directing it towards your mouth.

And you did. You attacked him with all your power, forcing him to support himself on the upper wooden frame of the bed that was screwed to the ceiling. 

"Yeah, just like that. Good girl." He praised you, trying his best to not betray his state.

With the help of your palm, you took him whole, sucking the life out of his tip that was turning more and more purple from the tension.

After a minute of blowing him off like there is no tomorrow, he firmly grasped your messy hair to your head to keep it in place. He fucked your mouth like a starving beast, throwing spirited curses in the air. 

You felt yourself dripping on the sheets. Reaching back, you couldn't remember ever being this wet before you met Choi. The need for his dick, no matter how he was going give it to you turned you in a dumb, brained washed whore. And you loved it with every inch of your body and every corner of the darkest parts of your mind.

He laughed in an approaching ecstasy.

"That motherfucking throat of yours was made to take dicks- Ahh shit, yes!"

He put on speed, ruthlessly hitting the wall of your throat. You couldn't control your breathing anymore and began sweating. Tears fell down your heated cheeks. Thick drool from the corner of your lips. You began choking.

"Shit shit shit!"

The overpowering pleasure made his knees go weak. He held your head and fell down along with you, pulling his cock out of mouth at the landing.

"Fuck, you almost made me cum, you little slut." He laughed maniacally while looking at your fucked up face. 

You had problems focusing. Trying to calm down your breathing made your throat hurt even more. However you still smiled at him, lying there between his thighs, with his quivering cock above you. Him cursing you out made you proud that you took him like a champ. It only whetted your appetite. 

He tilted his head at the side with an act of worry on his face. That little asshole.

"Aww my poor baby." He pouted and began wiping the drool and teras of your chin and face. "Worked so hard to get my cock inside you, didn't you? Yes you did."

The sweet face faded as fast as it appeared and gave its place to the real lunatic.

"Imma quench my thirst first. I know you're drowning down there." With this, he slapped your thighs apart and dived right into the act of eating you out like a gluttonous addict.

San seemed to overly enjoy your taste and how wet you were from all the teasing and edging. Sounds that came out of his mouth were proof of that. His dramatic grunting, moaning, groaning added vibrations to the already rough pleasure your cunt was graced with.

With his tongue, hard and tensed he made circles around your clit like a hungry vulture.

"Please, don't sto-op. Just like that." You whined with a husky voice.

The man kindly, almost suspiciously decided to listen to your begging as he continued. He seemed to be leading you towards the needed release and you hoped he would finally allow you to take it.

Sudden invasion of his fingers made you grab his short black hair, as a silent plea to not stop. 

Rubbing onto your sweet spot, he began sucking on your sensitive bud. Despite his mouth being busy, you still could hear his muted laugh. San had your body and soul under his total control, just like he liked it.

You sensed the warmth starting to spread from between your thighs up your belly and chest. You could feel the ecstasy would be crushing in a second now. Every nerve in your body was ready to pass the pleasure further. 

"Ah I'm cumming hard." You announced it with a high pitched whine.

At your words, his lips and fingers left your shaking body. You screamed in anger. You really felt like crying like a child denied the things it wants.

 It was all a game for him. You were just a toy, a doll ready to act the way he wanted. He didn't care about your pleading and state.

"Noo! Choi, no please don't stop! Please! I want to cum. I need to…" You begged, annoyed at him and desperate for him. Unconsciously you tried to bring his face back to your puffy folds but he was stronger, not only physically but also mentally. He could get you to do anything.

"But this is so much fun, beautiful? Look at you trying to fuck yourself on my face. Pathetic. " He grinned at your hips moving. His plumb lips and chin were glistening from all your wetness.

Winking at you, he sent his hand under your thighs and grabbed your waist. Like a bag of sand, he rolled you both over. You found yourself kneeling with his insanely handsome face underneath you. 

"Ride my fucking mouth like I knew you dream of every night. You better flood my tongue with your cum, you hear me?" He growled at you with a threat. "I'm having this cunt drowning me."

You looked at him with gratitude.

"Yes, sir."

With a devilish smile, Choi stuck his tongue out and accepted your pink velvet like it was created to fit only the shape of his lips. 

The pathetic desperation had you immediately go to work. Will slow movements your rode his face back and forth. You couldn't take your eyes off of him. You stared at two voids, full of the unknown, but not the unknown you want to explore, but the one you run away from. His eyes devoured you as if he was putting some curse on your mind to worship him in all his might. And you had no choice but to let him.

After a few trials to find a perfect spot and pace, you found yourself with his tongue deep inside you where he moved it vigorously in your pulsating walls and your clit hitting against his nose. 

"It feels so good, aah."

He slapped and hashly squeezed your ass to command you to go faster. You were supposed to ride his mouth like a desperate slut you were.

Your hips fastened. The euphoria, due to being previously denied, was coming quickly. You were ready to welcome it with open arms and you were not going to let Choi stop it. 

Caging him between your thighs, you fell forward, supporting yourself with your hands. You closed your eyes shut, all that mattered at that moment were your body needs.

His tongue penetrated your corners, never giving in. The man allowed you to do anything, he wanted to feel you crushing only with a minimal effort. Choi had your juices dripping down his chin and neck. He couldn't help himself, and when you came undone, screaming and trembling on your entire body, he grabbed your hips and pinned you deeper into his face – mouth now clinged to your convulsing pussy, sucking all the cum like a nourishing nectar.

"Choi, fuuuck!"

"More." He groaned, detaching from you, "More!"

You had no capacity to stop him and you let him throw you on your back again. With blurry eyes you saw him picking up something from the floor.

It looked like the bra and panties that he previously cut.

Using their stretchy fabric he quickly tied each of your knees to the bed frame behind you. Now you were laying there, extremely astride, which wasn't a problem with you being flexible. He had your womanhood on a shameless display. You were too distracted by the slow fade of the powerful orgasm to protest. 

The man climbed onto you, looked in your eyes and smiled, biting his lips. 

"Good girl." He cooed, caressing your cheek. You tried to catch a breath and Choi saw this as an opportunity to slide his thumb inside your opened mouth. Obeying, you sucked on it. "Fuck. I feel like my balls are about to explode. Congratulations."

He raised himself up and watched the scene he prepared. You waited there, sanity hanging on the thinnest of threats. Whole covered in sweat, drool and with exposed holes, all for him to demolish.

You woke up a little at your pussy being slapped by his hard rock cock. 

"Choi..." you whispered.

But there was no time for conversation. He slid inside and it was the only time he did it slowly and carefully. After adjusting to your tightness with a few pushes, the pace dangerously increased. 

"You're on a pill, aren't you?" 

"Y–yes." you replied while gripping on the sheets from your walls being unmercifully stretched. He was thick, incredibly thick.

His face suddenly appeared before you, his body weight pinning you to the bed.

"Tsk, shame." Fingers wrapping around your neck, "It'd low-key be fun to see your belly round with my bastard and then struggling to hide the fact it's not a governor's kid."

It was your first mistake. Melting over his huge dick fucking you, instead of listening to the last words. San knew you wouldn't register it. He had you stupid, brainwashed.

"Wouldn't it?" He demanded to fuel his satisfaction.

You were not able to answer, not with him rubbing you in all the right spots. The heat crawled up your back and cheeks. You were on fire.

"I-"

He slid out to reposition but you had no chance to even whine in disappointment as he abruptly came back inside.

"WOULDN'T IT!?" He growled out.

Now he, supported on his hands and feet, pounded into you with the help of his entire weight. His pelvis raised and fell with even pace but ruthless intentions.

"Yes, it would. Yes, it would. YES, IT WOULD." 

You held onto his forearms, accepting all the thrusts.

"You're gonna take every drop. All the load! Like the Real. Cum. Dump. Ster. You. Are." He spat aggressively and every sylab meant one powerful pound, making the hotel bed screech underneath his power.

"Yes, sir!" You cried out from potent pleasure.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, the voice stuck in your chords. The breathing became harder, almost impossible. Your face distorted from unimaginable bliss. You didn't feel the pain from your ties sunk into your skin, causing the nasty marks. All your senses accepted was the stone, veiny dick, making a point that San owned you entirely.

He stopped moving, realizing you were close. He buried himself as deep in you as he could, held it for a two second and then abruptly left your interior. Repeating this act a few times had you convulsing in madness.

You came, crying out his fake name which put a smile on his perfect, sinful face. He began riding your high with a contented expression until it suddenly gave its place to surprise. 

He was coming.

"Fuck." He hissed. 

His orgasm arrived faster than he planned. Your pussy cramped around him, drastically sucking him in. Grabbing you neck with both hands, he returned to fucking you like a maniac, chasing his high.

You were tired but you could feel yourself cumming again. You were too sensitive, the pace and his muscular hands on your neck was enough to stimulate you. 

"I'm cumming again!" You whined, fully crying now. It was too much, but it felt so good.

"Milk my fucking dick out! Take it all." He managed to sound harsh before his voice broke along with his movements getting sloppier.

You both came, sending moans and grunts each other's way. Hot load exploded inside you, flooding your walls and all their corners. 

San slid out of you only after making sure every last drop that left his balls ended in you. 

You closed your eyes and let your drained, tensed body sink into the soft bed. Worrying about a big amount of sperm leaking out of you or how you would bring your senses back and more importantly walk, you left it all for later. You needed to rest, catch a breath.

You didn't notice how quickly San got up until you heard him laugh. Chills run down your spine and you look at him confused, terrified. The laugh wasn't normal for someone who just had the best sex in their life. It belonged to someone who just won a deadly deal, who just made a fool out of somebody else.

"What are you doing?" You asked, seeing him picking up his clothes and boots.

He didn't grace you with his eyes and attention until he wasn't fully dressed up.

"It may sadden you, beautiful. It surely saddens me but…" He chuckled and ripping the knife off the wall, he hid it in his pocket. "This is farewell."

Your heart sank. You opened and closed your mouth a few times before finally shouting, "What are you talking about?!"

"Simple. I got what I wanted. I don't enjoy you anymore." He smirked and you felt like ripping his face off.

You attempted to untie yourself but the knots were precisely tied, like the military style. And mercilessly cut into the skin around your knees.

"You must be joking-" 

Choi silenced you by climbing the bed with his face suddenly being close to yours.

And the knife at your throat. 

The man smiled, with his eyes wide open and you finally saw the truth. You saw the devil, but you were so convinced it was just an act. Trembling on your body intensified. It wasn't roleplay. All of that, from the first meeting up till now, it was not a play. 

Choi used you. All this time when you thought you walked on firm ground, you were actually walking on the thinnest ice.

You never claimed you knew him well. But you did think you knew him enough to trust him with that little secret he was also part of.

He was a total stranger. The man might've been a serial killer. A fucking cannibal. You knew nothing. Did he really threaten you with those weapons? What if you did something wrong, would he kill you? He could've killed you. What did you get yourself into? 

Seeing the unpleasant enlightenment in your eyes, he leaned even closer and pecked your shaking lips like the most gentle lover. You let him, as you were absolutely frozen.

"Once you release yourself from this, I advise you to check your phone, watch the news. I'm pretty sure the whole country is looking for you right now, ma'am." He limited his volume to the whisper, "I want you to know…it was me." 

With this, he lowered himself on you, kept looking in your eyes, he pecked your abused, still exposed core.

"I wish you a good life, Mrs. Kim."

And he left, not turning back at your screaming and shouting.

You were cold as someone poured a bucket of icy water on you. Frost filled your veins. Every ounce of excitement, mood from just a few minutes ago vanished. You were now crying. Not from the overpowering euphoria like before but from pure fear. Crushing fear.

He knew. Choi, if that was even his name, he knew who you were. The question was – since when? For how long he had been playing with you?

Fighting a panic attack, you somehow managed to release yourself from the harmful ties. The tightness and rough edges made the skin under your knees bleed.

You climbed off the bed, almost falling on the floor due to how sore you were. Everything hurt; from your head to toes. 

The room lit up when you got to the switch. You rustle your phone out of your purse and turn it on. You were gulping back sobs.

The unanswered calls flooded the screen. From your bodyguards, your parents and members of your husband's party as well as workers of his office. 

"I'm pretty sure the whole country is looking for you right now, ma'am."

Your heart dropped to your feet.

The TV remote, resting at the coffee table caught your attention as if it was calling your name. Everything in your body was telling you to not watch the news. That it will crush you. You had all the worst scenarios running wild in your mind; sextapes released, scandals and rumors. This psychopath could do everything. Your true, but unacceptable to public nature could not be your little dirty secret anymore. You know that no matter what it was he had done, you were ruined.

There was no way out. You would have to face it sooner or later. At first the screen showed you a sitcom with the audience laughing at dialogues between two comedians. You felt like you were the object of their taunts. Pressing the button that led you to the next channel, you already felt your life ended with it. You wished it would've prepared you for the darkness you got thrown into.

THE GOVERNOR OF MANHATTAN SHOT AT THE CBC. 

ASIDE FROM THE GOVERNOR, THERE WERE THREE MORE VICTIMS – AGENTS THAT PATROLLED THE AREA.

FBI CONFIRMS THE KILLER WAS A WELL TRAINED SNIPER. TERRORIST ATTACK?

Your legs failed to hold you up. Falling on your knees, every part of your body went limp. Head was about to explode from a sudden migraine as if too much information flooding your mind attempted to melt your skull. You felt like a nest of scorpions exploded inside you, stinging all the organs you needed to live.

"Shot?" You repeated the news, it was the only thing you could do right now – asking questions into the empty sphere, "Hongjoong's…dead?"

The tears had finally fallen from your hollow eyes. What was happening? Is it some sort of prank, a stupid joke? You could feel your sanity slipping away at an alarming speed.

FBI QUICKLY DISCOVERED THE BUILDING FROM WHICH THE HITMAN GAVE A SHOT. ON THE SPOT THEY FOUND A STICKER, GLUED TO THE VICTIM'S CHEEK. THE STICKER SHOWS A SKULL WITH A SNAKE. IT'S BEING INVESTIGATED AS A POSSIBLE MARK OF THE KILLER.

Skull and a snake? A scene flashed before your eyes. You had seen it somewhere. Yes, you definitely did. You saw it today. 

"I want you to know…it was me."

You felt nauseous and even though you tried to control it, you vomited on the white carpet, already stained with blood. Trying to push away the truth was impossible. Choi told you to meet him up in secret, then he killed your husband. Next he came to fuck you, knowing exactly who you were and that you were unaware of what was happening outside the hotel. He played you like a fool, ruined your life. He stripped you of dignity, shame and life. He killed your husband. Took your future away from you and your family. 

You began laughing. Just like Choi before leaving you in this hell. You were done. What was there left for you?

"Nothing." You answered yourself.

Subconsciously, your eyes wandered to the gun laying half a meter away from you. You crawled to it. Grabbing it unphased, you slowly loaded the weapon.

"Nothing." You repeated with an empty heart.

The gunmetal felt cold under your chin. You couldn't believe how easily you contributed to the destruction of your own life that you so carefully planned.

Your mind was filled with the faces of your friends and family, as well as Hongjoong's. Now the tears you shed were for both of you. Maybe if you gave him a chance when he asked for it, you wouldn't be here today. 

You smiled, remembering his beautiful smile, his warmth and began putting pressure on the trigger. 

THERE IS NO CONTACT WITH THE GOVERNOR'S WIFE, KIM Y/N. DID SHE ALSO BECAME A VICTIM OF THE KILLER? WAS HE WORKING ALONE?

You quickly put the gun down as your thoughts changed the flow. 

You saw all the loopholes in his rash plan. Dots begged to be linked. The news header wasn't far from the truth. You were a victim of the killer. He may have left you alive for some reason but he did use your vulnerability. Choi hurt you and threatened you. He injured you. He also admitted to the murder. He wore the same keychain as the sticker that the FBI found. You looked down at your body. Additionally, you were covered and filled with his DNA.

The light appeared in the dark tunnel.

A sudden buzzing of your phone tamed the brainstorm unfolding in your mind.

The secretary of your husband's office kept trying to reach you. After all Krystal was also your friend. No wonder she still tried to reach you when all the hope was gone for others.

You slid the green button.

"Oh my God, Y/n! Where are you!?" Her voice blew up from the speaker. "Are you ok!?"

It was time to begin the act of the century. Everything was allowed to bring hell upon this psychopath.

"He said he had dirt on Hongjoong. That if I met with him alone and gave him money, he would leave us alone." You sobbed into the phone. "He took the money. He…hurt me, Krys."

"Jesus Christ, Y/n?! Where are you?" Her tone was even more panicked.

"Mandarin Oriental, apartment 5. Please, come quickly. He left but he can come back." You mumbled in fear because the possibility of your words happening wasn't that unbelievable.

"I'm on my way! Call the hotel service now and tell them everything. Tell them to call the police. Do you hear me? You can't be alone!" 

You mumbled something in response and put the phone down.

After ending the call, you indeed got worried he might've come back after realizing his terrible mistake. You immediately darted toward one of the nightstands, as much as your strength and injured legs allowed you to and grabbed the phone. The service was soon to be there. 

His words rang in your ears suddenly. Choi told you to call him a god. Idiot got too comfortable in his ego.

He was a product of seven deadly sins. Prideful in thinking he was invincible, untouchable. Led by wrath, lust and gluttony, he wanted all the power and control over life, death as well as all mysteries of your body and when he tasted it, he couldn't get enough. You witnessed how jealousy blinded him that he could never be what his sick mind desired. He could never be like a god. Gods don't make stupid mistakes, don't miscalculate. And at last; the cherry on top, he was too lazy to clean after himself. 

"We will meet again." You taunted, putting on the robe to hide your bruised and cut body, an important piece of evidence.

You calmly sat back down on the messed up bed while wiping your cheeks from all the tears and smudged make up. You felt horrible but you didn't plan to be alone in misery. If you were meant to fall, you would take Choi down with you. He was about to meet his doom and the doom wore your name.

"Aw, Choi. You're one unlucky son of a bitch."

@nateezfics as you asked ❤️

— taste

pairing: minho x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, soft!dom minho. content: 18+ minors dni. profanity. unprotected intercourse. afab!reader. hurt/comfort. hints of jealousy. hints of possessiveness. pet names. dirty talk. grinding. hints of breeding kink. word count: 4.3k

summary: your boyfriend has been working out, but when you notice his appeal for praise being ignored by his friends, you decide to show him how beautiful you think his body is.

It had been awhile since your boyfriend’s friends had come around to the apartment you shared together. So when Jisung mentioned wanting to do a Scream marathon, Minho had suggested doing it at your place. You didn’t mind; you liked his friends. You also didn’t mind the idea of cuddling up to your boyfriend on the couch for hours. It’s not that he wasn’t affectionate but he was so busy all day; the only opportunity you really had to be close to him was in bed each night. He usually got home after you’d gone to bed, waking you with a whisper in your ear and a kiss on your forehead. 

He had a few days off over this weekend so here you were; cuddled on the couch, well into the second Scream movie. Honestly, at this point you were just doing your best to stay awake, and by the look of Changbin nodding off across the room, so were the others. You looked up at your boyfriend’s face to see him still watching the screen.

He didn't watch movies very often, but when he did, he would watch the entire time and still somehow forget every single character's name by the end. You'd once joked about how you wanted him to write up a report reviewing the film you'd just finished: Pride & Prejudice, your favourite. He'd asked you when you wanted it finished by and when you'd replied Sunday night and tapped him on the nose he'd said nothing. You promptly forgot. 4 days later you were getting into bed after feeling a little down all day. Minho was working late as usual and you hated going to bed alone. Your phone vibrated from the nightstand and you reached over to grab it. 

     my review of that movie

     pretty music

     wanna go to that big fancy house with my pretty girlfriend

     5/5 stars

     my pretty girlfriend has pretty taste

You had fallen into bed and tucked yourself into the blankets, smiling to yourself and forgetting your bad mood.

     i love you

You stared at the screen, waiting for his response. It took a little while, he must have been busy.

     love you too my pretty baby

     go to sleep

Smiling to yourself at the memory, you wondered if he was absorbing anything about the movie right now. You suspected he was often far away, thinking about something else. He was good at that. Zoning out; always deep in thought.

“I think everyone’s getting a bit sleepy,” you whispered. 

He looked down at you, taking a second to process what you'd said before smirking.

“Oh yeah?" he squeezed you a little tighter. "Everyone? Or you?” 

You couldn't help smiling back at him, you loved his teasing, not that you'd ever admit it. 

“Everyone.” You nudged him with your knee. “Look at Changbin.” 

He looked over at his friend sleeping with his head tilted back, mouth hanging open. You shifted a bit as he reached to grab a cushion with the arm that had been draped over your shoulder. 

“Hey! Sleeping beauty!”

The cushion found its target, Changbin startled awake, looking around the room for his attacker. Noticing everyone laughing at him, he grabbed the pillow and flung it across the room where it hit Jisung directly in the face. You watched the falsely accused pillow thrower jump up and march across to Changbin where he proceeded to attempt to suffocate him with the cushion.  

“They’re awake now.” 

You looked back at your boyfriend who grinned at you before returning his attention to the attempted murder in progress.

“Okay! Jisung! Enough!” Chan shouted, struggling to sound assertive through his own laughter.

Jisung and Changbin were now on the carpet between the couch and the coffee table, Changbin holding Jisung down with his arms above his head. 

“You think you’re stronger than me now, huh?” Chanbin asked, teasing the boy he was sitting on. “How many times have you even worked out this week? You’ve been looking a little.. frail.”

Jisung, who hadn’t been putting up much of a fight, suddenly pushed Changbin off him and into the couch you were sitting on with Minho. 

“Watch it.” Minho shoved him away from the couch and into Jisung, amusement still clear on his face. 

You probably should have known something like a brawl on the floor would be the outcome of your seemingly innocuous comment about everyone’s tiredness. Minho had a way of stirring his friends up for his own entertainment, and yours. 

“Arm wrestle me right now.” Jisung was kneeling down at the coffee table, challenging his older and clearly bigger friend. 

“Nah, it’s made of glass,” You watched Chan get up from the couch and lean down to grab one end of the table. “Help me move it. Have a push up contest instead.”

You sighed as you watched Chan and Jisung carry your table to safety, clearing a space on the carpet for an impromptu battle of the gym bros. Changbin was on the floor preparing himself before they’d even put it down safely in the kitchen. Your apartment was pretty small, you could just imagine tripping over it in the dark later when you inevitably forget the small glass table in the middle of your kitchen. 

“You joining or what?” You hear Jisung ask Chan as they re-enter the living room. 

“Yeah, may as well.” 

Your boyfriend readjusts his position on the couch, pulling the blanket away so he can lean forward; likely preparing himself for more stirring.

“Why’d you do that? You wanna lose to two people now, Jisung?” 

You laughed. Yep, more stirring. You watched Jisung getting more and more worked up. He looked between you and Minho. 

“Fine, I’ll beat all three of you! You’re joining.” 

Your boyfriend leaned back, spreading his legs and putting his hands behind his head. 

“Nah, I'm good. I beat you last week.” 

“Pussy. You just don’t wanna lose in front of your girlfriend.” Jisung smirked. 

Minho dropped his hands from behind his head and brought them to rest on his thighs. He was silent as Jisung stared him down, raising an eyebrow. 

"Fine. You get to lose to three people.” 

Before rolling off the couch onto the carpet to join them he leaned over to kiss you on the cheek, “You can referee.”

5 minutes later Jisung was being held down by Changbin again while Minho and Chan celebrated around them, flexing their biceps and feeling themselves up. You watched as your boyfriend approached each member hands on each pec, attempting to get their attention. It wasn’t long ago Jisung probably would have beat him. You remembered when you first met how insecure he was about his body. When he discovered boxing and met Changbin they’d started going to the gym together practically every night. His body had transformed and he’d gained some confidence but you’d always notice him seeking praise. You watched him approach each of his friends obviously fishing for compliments. 

You got up to get a drink, giving them all a moment for their testosterone levels to normalise and settle down. As you reached for the light after walking into the kitchen your shin collided with the glass table. 

“Fuck!”  You dropped to the floor, holding your shin and beginning to rock back and forth. 

“What is it?! What happened?”

The lights flicked on and your boyfriend was crouching down beside you. You felt his hands in your hair, attempting to brush it away from your face. 

“Are you okay? Did you stub your toe?” 

“My shin.” You took your hands away from your leg. No blood. “It’ll be fine in a minute.” 

He moved around to kneel in front of you, looking up into your eyes and smiling before leaning down and kissing your leg where the small mark was visible. 

“Gross.” You looked up to see Jisung on the doorway, the others crowded behind him looking over his shoulders.  

“Oh, fuck off,” Minho grumbled as he stood up, pulling you with him. “Move this table back while you’re at it.”

It wasn’t long after that Minho called it a night and you’d gone to shower while he showed his friends out. You found him in the kitchen a little while later, cleaning the dishes and humming to himself. You approached him slowly and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his back. 

“I enjoyed spending time with your friends.”

“Did you really? I know they’re a lot.”

“I like them. Even when they’re a lot.” 

“Not more than me though, right?” 

He’d teased you once about liking Changbin more than him. He’d found out he’d taken you to give boxing a try. When you told your boyfriend he asked why you’d never gone with him. You told him the truth: he’d never asked. He was silent for a second then said, “Fair enough.” You thought it was all over and settled but when you turned away from him he grabbed you from behind, lifting you off the ground. He refused to put you down until you’d promised you liked him more than Changbin. When he eventually released you, he had a cheesy grin on his face. 

You smiled at the memory. It seemed most of your memories were happy ones since you’d met him. 

“I like you more than anyone.” You reassured him.

He put the last glass in the drying rack and turned around to face you.

“Really?” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Yeah.” You looked down, feeling a little shy, before looking up into his eyes. “Come to bed and I'll show you.” 

He picked you up, laughing as you wrapped your legs around him. He carried you to your room and dropped you on the bed before kissing you gently. 

“Let me have a quick shower,” he pulled his shirt over his head, “and then you can show me how much you like me.” 

You watched as he walked into the ensuite, tucking yourself under the covers and preparing to give yourself a pep talk. You weren’t very outgoing in any aspect of life, including in the bedroom. Minho was always praising you, making you feel comfortable and beautiful. You often wished you had the courage to do the same for him. You weren’t great with words, same as him. He seemed to manage to use them well enough when it came to praising you though. It felt like as soon as you two were alone, he had no problem making you feel loved with words. You were going to try, too. You’d make sure he knew. 

The bathroom door opened and Minho walked out with a towel around his waist, hair still dripping onto his bare shoulders. 

“You haven’t fallen asleep have you?” 

You sat up and watched as he walked to the chest of drawers, fishing out a pair of boxers. A drop of water dripped from his hair and rolled between his shoulder blades… and then down his back. Just as you watched it disappear behind the towel around his waist, the towel was dropped to the floor. You trailed our eyes from his ass to his thick thighs. God you loved his thighs. Your ex-boyfriend was pretty good looking. But his thighs.. well they weren’t… thick. They were pretty thin really. You didn’t realise you minded much until you slept with Minho the first time. Even back then, before he’d got really into the gym his thighs had been beautiful. He’d pulled his jeans down and you’d short-circuited. So much so, that he’d asked you if you were alright, if you were sure you wanted to do this; you’d pushed him onto his back, climbed onto him and kissed him until he was convinced you did. You wanted him very much.

“Enjoying the view?”

You snapped your eyes back up to his. Maybe zoning out was another thing you had in common. 

“Yes.”

He raised his eyebrows. He was expecting you to tell him to shut up, like you often did when he teased you. He crawled up the bed to where you were leaning against the pillows. 

“Do you think I'm pretty?” He smirked. 

"Yes. Very. I think… I think you’re the prettiest.” 

“You’re being very nice to me tonight.” He pulled you around so he was leaning against the pillows, you in his lap. “What have I done to deserve it? Hm?” He leaned forward and kissed your neck softly. “Was it the push up competition?” His kisses trailed up your neck, to your jaw, making a path towards your lips. “Did winning make you proud?” His lips found yours, making you forget what he’d been saying. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, pulling yourself closer to his body. He hummed into your mouth before pulling back. 

“So it was that then?” 

“What?”

He chuckled, “The push up contest.”

"Oh. No. I just… I'm showing you how much I like you, remember?” You played with the hair at the back of his head, unable to make eye contact. 

“Does it make you shy? Being nice to me?” He wasn’t making fun of you but you couldn’t help being frustrated with yourself. 

“You know I'm not good with words.” 

“I know. You don’t have to use words.” His fingers under your chin lifted your gaze to his. “I know how much you love me.”

“But I want to show you.” Determined, you climbed off his lap. “Lay down.”

He studied your expression for a second before adjusting himself so he was laying down fully, head on the pillow. You climbed back onto him, sitting on his crotch so you could run your hands up and down his torso. He rested his hands on your hips, thumbs playing with the waistband of your sleep shorts. 

“Take these off for me. Let me see you.”

You pulled his hands off your hips. “Not yet, I want to look at you first.” 

“You are looking at me.” 

“I want to kiss you.” 

“Okay, come here and kiss me then.” He went to grab you again and you pushed his hands away. 

“No, kiss you… elsewhere.”

He raised an eyebrow. “...Elsewhere?”

“Everywhere else.” You leaned down and attached your mouth to his neck before he could respond. It was an easy place to start. He loved when you kissed his neck. Sometimes, when you were trying to get your way, like when he wanted curry and you wanted pizza, all it took was pulling him close and giving his neck a few soft kisses. Even now you could hear his breathing getting a little shallower. You let your lips rest on his skin, barely touching, just letting your breath tickle him. 

“I want to kiss you everywhere… because you’re so beautiful… everywhere.” You paused and when he said nothing, you continued. “Your neck,” you kissed his skin. “Your ears…” You brought your lips to his ear. “Close your eyes.” 

You pulled back to look at his face. It was easier to speak when he couldn't see you. You traced your fingers over his face, from his forehead, down his cheek, across his lips. Then you kissed his closed eyelids, his nose, then his lips. The second your lips touched his, you felt his hands grab you around the waist and you were flipped onto your back. 

“Let me see you now.” 

“No.” You looked up into his eyes. “I wasn’t done. Let me finish.” 

“Why?”

“I’m trying to show you.” 

He sighed and flopped back down onto his back next to you. “If I knew ‘showing me how much you like me’ meant I couldn’t see or touch you, I wouldn’t have encouraged it.” 

"Shut up.” You climbed back over him.

“Oh, so you’re still in there then.” 

“Shut up, pretty please.” 

He grinned. “Okay, since you’re being so nice to me.” He put his hands behind his head. “Go ahead.” 

So you did. Starting from his chest this time. You kissed each of his pecs a few times each, making a circle around each nipple. You imagined marking a line with kisses as you went. You took your time, you wanted him to feel how much each kiss meant. Around each nipple… between his pecs… down his abs… around his belly button… down to the waistband of his boxers. You shifted down the bed, taking the moment’s pause to listen to how his breathing had changed, his chest rising and falling much quicker than it had when you’d started. You were too afraid to look up at his face though, so you began again, at the hem of his boxers. His thighs. God, his thighs. You touched your lips to his skin, then slowly, you trailed kisses down one, feeling the muscles tighten and loosen as he clenched. Before you started the same treatment for the other thigh, you couldn’t help but tell him: “You know, when I first saw them, that was the first time I thought you were perfect.” 

“Them?”

He hadn’t said anything in so long his voice startled you and you found yourself looking up at his face before you remembered you definitely were trying to not do that. Well, too late now. You were looking. And god, he was beautiful. His cheeks were flushed, his hands had moved from behind his head to grip the sheets by his side. His hands, you couldn’t forget those. Those were next. You looked back at his face.

“Your… your thighs.”

His mouth opened slightly. You quickly look back down. Restarting your mission. The left thigh this time. You got half way down before you felt his hand on your arm. 

“Sweetheart?”

You looked up. He was sitting up. 

“You can stop now. I want you now.” His hands moved to tug at the hem of your t-shirt. “Please.” 

“But I haven’t finished.” 

You let him pull your shit up over your head, sitting up in his lap so you could lift your arms up. 

“I know, but you did so well. You’re so perfect.” He muttered, kissing you the moment your shirt was over your head. 

“So are you,” you murmured, between kisses. “so, so perfect.”

You felt him smile. “You’re being so good for me…” his mouth went to your neck and he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. “so sweet.” He pulled the shorts down over your ass. “Lift up for me.. hm? Good girl.” 

“But I haven’t finished,” you repeated.

“What were you gonna do next?”

“Your hands.”

“My hands?” He lifted his left hand from your waist so he could inspect it. “They’re always calloused and bruised from the gym.”    

“They’re beautiful.” You took his hand and lifted it to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm, then turning it so you could kiss each knuckle. “They’re strong, and beautiful and…” You’d been doing so well so far, you couldn’t really believe how much you’d managed to say to him. 

“And..?”

"They make me feel nice.”

“Yeah? How?” He gathered your hair and brushed it behind your shoulders. 

“When they… when you touch me.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

His left hand was still in your grip. You hadn’t been able to look him in the eye—keeping your gaze fixed on his left hand as you traced patterns on his palm. He brought his fingers to your lips, touching them so lightly it almost tickled. You looked up at his face. His eyes were fixed on your mouth. He pushed the tip of his index finger between your lips pausing for a moment and then pushing it into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around him and sucked. Feeling his calloused fingertip on your tongue. 

“How about here? Do you like when I touch you here?” He breathed. You nodded, mouth occupied. 

“So pretty,” He pushed his finger further in, “So sweet for me,” then out, “Hot little mouth” and in again. “All mine.” He was muttering now, like he didn't mind if you heard him or not. Then his finger was gone and you were on your back again. His mouth was on yours, holding himself up with one arm while the other worked to get his boxers off. 

“Can I feel you now? You’ve done so well. Got me all hard for you, hm? So good.” 

You felt like your brain had been switched off, all that progress to tell him how you felt with words. And now you’re brainless. You felt him kiss down your body, giving you the same treatment you’d given him but much faster, much more urgency in his movements. When he reached between your legs he sat back, his gaze fixed on your cunt. He brought his finger to trace from your clit, down to your entrance, “All wet for me…”, he pushed his finger into you. “Does it feel nice when I touch you here, too?” He was looking at your face now. 

“Ye-yeah. So nice.” 

“Yeah?” He pulled his finger away and wrapped his hand around his cock. “What about this?” He stroked himself, up and down slowly. “What if I touch you with this? Does my cock make you feel nice, too? You kissed me nearly everywhere, except here.” 

You nodded, pushing yourself down the bed, attempting to get closer to him. 

“You were being so good with your words before, honey. Where have they gone? Hm?” 

“I want it. Minho, please.”

“What do you want?”

“Your cock..please..it makes me feel so nice… I.. I love it. Your hands, too. Your thighs… and your arms and .. and-”

"Shhh, shh, baby. It’s okay. You’ve been so good.” He brought his hand to your leg. “Bend your knees for me.” He pushed them back towards your chest so he could move closer before touching your cunt with the tip of his cock. He tapped it a few times, groaning as he did it. Then he fell forward pushing your legs back down so he could hover above you. He brought his lips to yours, being much rougher than he had all night, tongue in your mouth almost straight away. With one arm holding himself up, he used the other hand to guide himself through your folds. Grinding himself on you while he desperately kissed you until you were out of breath. 

“Inside.”

“I know, baby. I’m just getting myself all ready for you yeah? You’re so wet for me… gotta get my cock all wet too, hm?” 

He guided himself to your entrance and put his face in your neck as he pushed in, groaning as he went. “All mine.” He stayed still when he bottomed out and brought his hand up to hold you behind your neck. “Just suck me right in, so good.” He liked having a hold of you there when you were in this position. Sometimes he’d hold your hands on the bed beside your head, each of his gripping yours. When you were on top he would always hold your waist or hips, sometimes your ass. He always kept a grip on you somewhere.

He was moving now, slow and deep at first. You wrapped your legs around him. You pushed your fingers into his hair, his face was still buried in your neck, leaving sloppy kisses. 

“You’re so perfect. You make me feel so good.” You were murmuring into his ear. “I love you. All of you.”

He was speeding up the more you spoke, his moans in your neck getting louder, encouraging you to continue. This was the bravest you’d felt all night. 

“I love your thighs, so thick and strong and pretty, hm? The prettiest.” His arm moved from the back of your head, to your waist, pulling you into him even closer. “Your hands too, so pretty. I want them touching me all the time. When you aren’t here I just think about your hands, how much I miss them on me.” He was sucking on your neck now between moans. “Your cock, too. I love when you fill me up; like you are right now. So full. You know what I love most though? I love when you cum inside me. I love feeling full of you. Can you fill me up baby? Please?” 

He lifted his head from your neck and attached his mouth to yours, moaning as he sped up. The sounds of him entering you filling the room. He was barely kissing you now, more like sharing your breath; panting into your mouth.  

“You’re so good to me. Love you so much. Cum for me.. wanna feel you.” He reached down and circled your clit as he spoke. “Gonna show you how much I love you, just like you did for me. I promise. I’ll show you.” He sat back on his heels and pressed his palm on your lower stomach. “Go on, come around me. Cream all over my cock.” He pressed a little harder on your lower stomach and you threw your head back as you came. He pressed himself on top of you and thrust himself into you, mouth hovering over yours again. 

“Good girl. Gonna give it all to you. You can take it all, yeah? Keep you so full. Promise, baby. So full.” You watched his face as he stilled, his cheeks flushed, brows furrowed, sweat dripping down his temples. “So pretty.” You murmured. Then his face dropped into your neck again. You listened to his breathing. Heavy at first, then slowly returning to normal. 

“Do you believe me now?” 

“Hm? Do I believe what..” His voice was muffled. You pushed at him until he rolled over onto his back. 

“That I like you most.” 

He turned to look at you, then wrapped an arm and leg around you. “Yeah baby, I believe you. I like you most too.” 

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