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the new girl • ateez

ateez gets a new pet

warnings: bdsm au. dom!ateez, sub!reader, use of bdsm terms but they’re not hard to figure out, more experienced ateez, rewards and punishments, bdsm training, impact play, pet play, praise and degradation, cocky & patronising ateez, implied bisexual reader, orders, naked female & clothed males, finger blasting, anal play, oral (f receiving), mouth fucking (with fingers), voyeurist ateez at times, taking turns, no penetrative sex. everything you’d expect from a bdsm au tbh

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A few days ago you could never have pictured yourself in this situation, or any like it, for that matter. But here you are, in a private room of a bar in Gangnam with eight men who seem genuinely interested in making you their submissive. How their even knew you were into that kind of thing is a mystery — or would be a mystery, were it not for your smug looking best friend behind the bar who’s been talking for months about setting you up with some of the people who patronise these rooms and make little secret (to the staff, at least) of what they use them for. But to your friend’s credit, she’s managed to pick, out of what you’re sure has to be scores of creeps and weirdos, eight extremely attractive, extremely interested men.

“We usually find our partners through matching sites and meet them here for the first time,” they’d explained, “but we’ve been out of luck recently, so we thought we’d try to find someone the old fashioned way. And when your friend behind the bar told us what a natural submissive you are, we knew we had to meet you for ourselves.”

You’d blushed at that, both at their words and the fact that your friend had so wantonly offered you up like that. But it’s true that you’re naturally submissive, and she has reason to know it; in college you’d done casual scenes a few times with her, and though you never ventured much further than whips and chains and yes ma’ams, the little you had explored was enough to show you and her just how submissive you are, and want to be. And if she trusts these strange men, who surround you like predators and stare at you like prey, then so do you.

They seem to have heard the stories too, of just how easily you’d caved when she praised you or ordered you around, and they definitely seem to like those stories. And even though you’re essentially being interrogated for your suitability as what some would call a sex slave, you feel comfortable and at ease with them, which you didn’t even know was possible in a scenario like this. So when they ask if you’d like to meet again to explore this further, you don’t even bother to blame the wine for how quickly you agree.

They offer to squeeze you into their cars to drive you home but you decline, insisting it’s not worth the trouble. With a half-joking you won’t be ordering us around for much longer they call you a cab, bidding you farewell with a quick hug each. The leader, Hongjoong, adds his contact to your phone and slips a black business card into your back pocket.

“I’ll see you soon, puppy,” he smiles.

Over the next few weeks you text and call back and forth with the men. They’re kind, unexpectedly patient and gentle considering the type of relationship you’re quickly moving towards with them. In just your luck, their schedules take them out of the country two days after your first meeting, and by the time they’re back and have enough time off to give you the attention they want to, you’ve known them for a couple of months, and like them, you’re impatient to start.

But ever the careful and responsible dominants, they insist on a few more in-person meetings with each individual member — “for your safety, puppy, and ours,” they say — before you finally get the call you’ve been waiting for.

“Hi, honey,” Hongjoong greets. “Are you ready to start?”

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Days later, you meet them again in a cafe in Gangnam. It’s a pretty unique set-up for a cafe, a little darker and more ambient than most, but it suits the purpose of your meeting well. You spot them quickly, huddled around a table in the far corner of the room and they see you too, waving you over. It’s only four of them, you note, not the eight you’d met the last time. They stand to allow you the choice of where to sit and you choose a seat at the edge. You know them fairly well and have no doubts of their intentions, but you know you’ll feel more at-ease knowing you can get up and leave quickly if needed. The others settle in, Yeosang next to you, Seonghwa and Hongjoong opposite, and Jongho at the end. Their gazes are fixed on you and just as intense as you remember them.

“Uh…” you start. “Where are the others?”

“We thought it’d be better if less of us came this time,” Hongjoong explains. “To make it less overwhelming for you.”

“It’s something we should have considered last time,” Seonghwa adds. “We apologise that we didn’t.”

You smile, shaking your head. “No, it’s fine,” you say.

“It’s not,” Jongho says, “but it won’t happen again. Did you bring everything we asked?”

You nod, reaching into your jacket pocket to pull out a crumpled sheet of paper with everything you’d been told to pack. “I think so,” you say as your eyes move down the list. “Yes, I think I remembered it all.”

“We’ll see later,” Seonghwa smiles. “It’s not a problem if you didn’t, though. You tried your best and you’re new to this.”

The others hum in agreement and you smile nervously.

“You even wrote it all out, didn’t you?” Jongho says, gesturing to the list in your hands. “Good girl.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“Would you like me to explain the plan for this week?” Hongjoong asks gently.

You nod, staring down at your hands as they fiddle in your lap. A larger hand comes to rest atop them, holding them still and you look up to meet Yeosang’s firm gaze on you. “Look at him and answer him properly, sweetheart,” he says, gentle but stern.

You nod, feeling stupid and look up at to see Hongjoong staring expectantly at you. “Yes please,” you say and he smiles, easing up.

“Good girl,” he praises. You blush, bowing your head in embarrassment and Yeosang clicks his tongue, wordlessly chastising you. You mumble an apology and meet Hongjoong’s gaze, who praises you again. “Think of it as a trial run, yeah? We want you, we know that, but we need to see how it will work. What kind of arrangement will suit you best.”

You nod in understanding. Yeosang releases your hands from his grip but you grab his arm as he starts to move it away, needing someone to hold onto while you digest it all. He smiles and takes your hand back in his, squeezing it gently. “Good girl,” he mumbles.

“Are you with us so far?” Seonghwa asks.

“Yes,” you say.

“Good,” he smiles. “So for this week, we’ll all be getting to know each other and getting used to our new dynamic. We’ll start figuring out the kind of submissive you are and the kind of training you’ll need. That make sense to you?”

You nod a little dazily, starting to feel overwhelmed. None of these words are new to you, of course, even in this context, but they’ve never been so real to you before. To be spoken about like a pet, a submissive in need of training, is a lot to take in. It’s also strangely, embarrassingly thrilling. “It makes sense,” you confirm. Your voice catches in your throat at first but if they notice, they don’t care. Maybe they enjoy it.

“What, um…” you trail off, feeling awkward, but a nudge from Yeosang encourages you. “What happens at the end of the week?”

The men share a look that you can’t quite decipher. “Well,” Hongjoong says, “it’ll be up to you. If you’re happy with how things are going and want to commit, you can stay with us. You’ll keep your own place, of course, but we’ll move the things that you’ll need to our place and start making it your main residence.”

“But if you want to take it slower,” Jongho continues, “which is always an option, I might add, we’ll take you home and continue getting to know you more casually, just like how you would in a normal relationship.”

“And of course, ending our arrangement entirely is an option too,” Yeosang adds. “At any time.”

The others voice their agreement and you smile gratefully. “Thank you,” you say. “I’ll remember that.”

The oldest two smile, sharing a look before Seonghwa speaks. “If you’re ready,” he says, “there are four people at home waiting very patiently for your arrival.”

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Their home is large, in a nice, quiet area of the city where little could disturb — or be disturbed by — you. Your bags are carried by Jongho as Seonghwa leads you by the hand to the front door. Before he can even get the keys out of his pocket, the door swings open, revealing an excited looking San standing eagerly in the doorway. “Hi, baby,” he beams at you.

“Were you watching from the window?” Seonghwa asks. San nods unashamedly and the elder mumbles something that he ignores.

“Come in, baby,” San says. “We’re waiting inside. Can I take her in, Seonghwa?”

“It’s up to her,” Seonghwa says, smiling down at you. “She can make her own decisions. For now.”

For now. His words dizzy you slightly and you can practically see the evil plans forming behind San’s eyes. He offers his hand and you take it, turning to Seonghwa. “Are you coming too?” You ask.

He smiles fondly, shaking his head. “We’re gonna get everything set up in your room for you first, honey. San’ll take care of you.”

You nod with slight uncertainty but allow San to lead you through to the living room. The set up is… interesting, you think. A massive TV, typical for a house of men, surrounded by black leather couches and chairs arranged almost in a circle. The coffee table’s been moved from its spot in the middle, leaving it, or so you have a funny feeling, open for you to be displayed to them. Just the sight of the arrangement has you feeling like prey, but what’s more intimidating is the man on the couch who looks up with interest when you walk in. He smiles kindly as he stands to greet you, but you see the look in his eyes. Without them saying anything to you, it’s clear what your place is just from the way these men look at you. You’re their toy, and they’re your owners.

“There she is,” the man — Wooyoung, you remember — breathes. “Hi, doll.”

You wave shyly at him and he smiles. “Cute,” he says.

“You remember all our names, right?” San asks and you nod. “Good girl.”

“Bring her over here, Sannie,” Wooyoung says. San nods and guides you over to sit on the couch, sandwiched between him and Wooyoung.

“Can I touch you?” Wooyoung asks. You nod and he smiles, pressing a hand to your cheek. Without realising and almost instinctively, you nuzzle into his touch and he coos, stroking your cheek gently. “You’re such a puppy, aren’t you?” He hums. If you’d been confident enough to meet his gaze, you’d have seen the dark, predatory look in his eyes.

“Wooyoung,” you whine, embarrassed. He coos again and you blush deeper, hiding your face from view.

“She’s going under already,” San chuckles. “Such a natural, aren’t you baby?”

“Already toying with her, are we?” Someone interjects. You look up to see Yunho in the doorway, staring amusedly at the scene in front of him. “I thought we agreed to wait.”

“I can’t help it, Yunho,” Wooyoung replies. “She’s so pliant.”

Yunho cocks an eyebrow, taking a few steps towards you. “Is she?”

“Just so easy,” San affirms, running a hand through your hair. “Such a darling puppy.”

You moan softly at the sensations of the men on each side of you running their hands over your body. Yunho chuckles, shaking his head. “I’m sure,” he smiles. “Do you think she’s ready?”

San and Wooyoung share a look and you stare at them quizzically. “Ready for what?” You ask quietly.

Wooyoung smiles down at you fondly. “Don’t worry, baby,” he says. He looks up at Yunho. “I think she is. Where’s Hongjoong?”

“Here,” comes a familiar voice. Hongjoong emerges from behind Yunho, his eyes finding you the moment he walks into the room. “Hey, bunny.”

You like that name. “Hi,” you squeak.

He smiles like you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen before turning his gaze to Wooyoung. “What did you want me for?”

“I didn’t,” Wooyoung says snappily. Hongjoong rolls his eyes. “We were wondering if you think she’s ready yet.”

His older’s eyes widen slightly but he seems to consider it for a second. “If Seonghwa agrees,” he decides. “Then so do I. I thought we’d wait a few more hours, but…”

“Yeah, not happening,” Yunho says. “It’ll be a tall order keeping these two off of her until then.”

The men beside you glare at him but don’t refute his words. You still don’t know exactly what it is you’re meant to be… ready for, but it sounds important. You wonder what it is that Hongjoong won’t agree to without the elder’s assent.

“Do you know where Seonghwa is?” San asks. “And the others?”

“In her room, I think,” Hongjoong says. “Just finishing up. Should we call them down?”

The three share a look, silently deciding before they nod, small smiles on their faces as they give Hongjoong their agreement. He nods, and you can see he’s smiling too, but in a different way than he’d been smiling at you earlier. There’s something behind it, a desire maybe, or an intention, that you can’t decipher. You’re not entirely sure if you want to. But you’ve willingly put yourself into his hands, all of their hands, and you’re desperate to see what they do with it.

When he calls the others down they come separately, but soon enough all eight of them have gathered in the living room with you. Even as they talk to each other about things you don’t understand, their eyes are set on you. You feel tiny and describable but also oddly safe. They stare at you like a toy, sure, but a fragile one. One they want to cherish and protect as much as play with. You already feel comfortable and warm surrounded by them in a way you didn’t know you could.

After a short and indecipherable discussion with Hongjoong, Seonghwa briefly moves his gaze from you to give him one final look. When his eyes return to you they’re even darker than before. Deep down you know that something, or someone, has just flipped the switch.

“She’s ready,” he says. “Let’s start.”

You hear your breath hitch, feeling your heart begin to race and Wooyoung hushes you, stroking your head. “Don’t worry,” he says. “It’s nothing to be scared of.”

“It’s really not,” San assures. He turns his gaze to Seonghwa who keeps it briefly before he shrugs, a small smile on his face. “We’re just gonna play with you. But the first time is always special.”

You nod, a little less nervous but still, your first time playing with them, being their submissive, is no small thing. It’s a moment you’ve been playing in your head for weeks, months — what it would be like, what they’d be like, what they’d expect, how they’d do. In the days leading up to this meeting you’d been kept up with nightmares of failing them, of falling short and being kicked to the curb despite how often they’d reassured you that they’d never, ever do that. And now that moment’s here. Time to prove yourself — or not.

San and Wooyoung stand up, pulling you to your feet by each of your arms. They each press a kiss to each of your cheeks before walking away to join the crowd, leaving you alone and watched, completely surrounded by them. Truly a prey among predators. They regard you silently for a few minutes, eyes running up and down each inch of your body before Hongjoong speaks.

“We’re going to give you a little test, pet,” he says. “It’s not to see if we want you, because you’re already ours, but to see how much training you’ll need.”

You nod in understanding and he clicks his tongue, already displeased. “The first lesson is verbal answers,” he says. “Unless we tell you not to speak, you respond to everything we tell you in words. Yes sir or no sir will do. Do you understand?”

You nod again, but realise your mistake quickly and squeak out a weak “yes sir.” Hongjoong smiles approvingly.

“Strip down to your panties,” he says. “Put them on the chair then come back to stand over here. Do it now.”

You breathe out another “yes sir” and do as he commands. You turn away from the men as you undress, too embarrassed to face them but you can still feel their eyes burning into you. Your hands shake as you unbutton your shirt, folding it neatly before placing it on the chair as instructed. Your bra quickly joins it, then the skirt and tights until all that’s left are your tiny white panties, clinging to your hips as you turn around nervously.

You feel exposed, clad only in one flimsy garment and surrounded by eight fully-clothed men. Their gazes are dark and intense on you and you’ve never felt more vulnerable. But they look pleased, which eases your nerves slightly.

“Very good,” Hongjoong says approvingly, gaze fixed on your chest. You blush, hands instinctively reaching to cover your chest but you think better of it before it’s covered. Just in the nick of time, you think, if the scowl on Yeosang’s face is anything to go by.

“Smart girl,” Seonghwa chuckles. “Are you ready to start?”

“Yes, sir,” you say. He smiles gently and beckons you towards him. As you approach him, the others move to form a circle around you. You gulp, somehow feeling even smaller than before. You’re truly trapped now.

“Right then,” Seonghwa says, clapping his hands together. You flinch at the sudden sound and you hear a few of them chuckle. With your eyes cast down, you miss the glint that crosses each of their eyes at your obvious fear. “We’ll start by seeing which commands you already know. We’ll teach you the ones you don’t.”

“Yes, sir,” you say.

“Look at me,” he says. You look up, meeting his gaze nervously and he smiles.

“Down,” he says.

It takes you a moment to register the command, and by the time you do it’s clearly too late. Seonghwa sighs, looking disappointed. He nods to a man behind you and before you can register it, five hard slaps are delivered to your ass. You yelp and try to lean away but the man snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you backwards into him.

“Disobeying already,” he breathes and you recognise the voice as Wooyoung. You whine and he slaps you again, this time reaching around to hit the front of your thigh.

“Don’t complain,” he grumbles.You breathe out an apology and he hums, rubbing the pink mark on your thigh with momentary tenderness. “And no more talking. You’re a puppy now”

You nod, and your first instinct is to apologise but you think better of it, literally biting your tongue to keep your words in your mouth. Wooyoung notices, chucking lowly before he steps back from you.

Jongho steps forwards, commanding your attention as he approaches you. He gets close enough to kiss you, close enough for you see the small details of his face, but that face is emotionless. Focused.

“This is your second lesson,” he says. His voice is even lower now, with a new quality you don’t recognise. But you know exactly what it is — dominance. Control “When we say ‘down’,” he says, “you get on your knees. Instantly and without question. If you don’t, you’ll be punished. So let’s try that again. Down.”

Desperate to obey, you let your legs give out, falling to your knees with hopeful eyes on him.He smiles, pressing a hand to your cheek and letting you nuzzle into it. “Good dog,” he says. “Up now.”

You spring to your feet without thinking, basking in the pleased looks on their faces. “Clever girl,” San praises. You smile shyly at him and he smiles back. For the first time since you’ve met him, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

Then Jongho steps away, leaving you alone and surrounded again. You do your best to stay still, figuring that’s your best bet to avoid Wooyoung’s heavy hand for now.

They let you stand there, exposed and vulnerable, for a few minutes before moving on.

“Come,” Yeosang says. You start to walk towards him but he stops you with a raised hand. “Crawl.”

You gulp, shakily lowering yourself to your knees and crawling towards him. It’s only a few feet, but the thick silence and the feeling of their stares on you makes it feel like miles. It barely registers with you exactly what’s happening right now; you’re naked except your skimpy panties, surrounded by eight fully clothed men, crawling towards one of them at his command. You can’t think of anything more humiliating. Or arousing.

When you reach Yeosang he reaches to stroke your hair. “Sit,” he orders. You sit back up onto your knees and he smiles. “She’s learning fast,” he says.

The others hum in agreement. “She’s clever,” Mingi says, sounding proud.

“She is,” Yeosang agrees. “ Alright, pet. The next commands are easy. Eyes up.”

This time they give you a second to figure it out and you do, meeting Yeosang’s gaze with hopeful eyes. He nods. “Eyes down.” This one is much easier to figure out — you drop your eyes to your lap, contrite and humble. “Good girl,” he says. “Isn’t she good?”

“The best,” Yunho purrs. You don’t notice him creeping up behind you until you feel his big hands wrap gently around your throat. After a few more commands, properly obeyed depute your shaky start, he speaks again. “Shouldn’t we reward her now, Joong? She’s done well.”

A few others chime in their agreement and Hongjoong hums. “You’re right,” he agrees. “Come here, baby.”

You crawl to him, slightly faster as you begin to get to the feeling of it, and Hongjoong crouched down to your level, holding his arms out for you to crawl into. He lets you snuggle into his chest for a moment before pulling away, moving his hands to gently hold your face.

“Tell me,” he whispers. “How do you want to be rewarded?”

The answer slips out before you can consider it. “Fuck me,” you say. At his raised eyebrow, you tack on a whispered, “please, sir.”

Hongjoong smiles, running his thumb over your lips. When they part slightly he slips it into your mouth, letting you suckle at it. He looks enamoured by the sight. “No, honey,” he smiles. “You’re not ready for that yet.”

“I am,” you insist, nodding fervently.

Silence briefly abounds before Hongjoong slaps you across the face, quick and wordless, like this is a normal way for him to express his displeasure — which, when it comes to you, it probably will be. “Don’t disagree with us,” he snaps. “What you think doesn’t matter anymore. You’re not ready.”

You bow your head. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m not ready.”

Hongjoong nods. “Turn around and show me your ass.”

You obey, turning slowly on your fours until your ass faces him, leaving you facing the rest of the men. They stare at you with fascination and scrutiny. Hongjoong runs a hand down your ass cheek with feather-light touches. You feel electricity prickle up your spine, fearful. You’ve displeased him and spoken out of turn and you worry about the consequences. His hands aren’t the largest in the group but he mentioned he works out and he’s still much larger and stronger than you, so you don’t doubt that he could cause you a lot of pain if he wanted to. A few cracks of his hand against your ass would no doubt leave it stinging and you shiver at the thought.

But the harsh, punishing strikes you’re expecting don’t come. Instead he runs a long finger down the centre of your ass until it lightly grazes across your pussy. You squirm at the feeling. The others smile at the sight as their leader pushes your panties to the side to press a finger into your heat. “How does she feel, Joong?” Seonghwa asks.

“She’s perfect,” comes Hongjoong’s voice from behind you. It’s slightly strained and raspier than before. He’s clearly just as affected and you feel proud. “Tight and warm like we thought she’d be.”

You make a noise of surprise and he shushes you. You knew they’d have talked about you in your absence, but you hadn’t considered that they’d have talked about…this specifically. And the way they talk about you like a thing, like you’re not even there, is objectifying in the best way. Everything about this is hotter than you could have imagined. Even the slightest touches set your skin alight and they know it.

Hongjoong curls his finger slightly and you jolt forward a bit but he quickly pulls you back, wrapping an arm around your neck to put you in a near headlock. “Easy, baby,” he whispers. “Easy.”

You look up to see the others have inched towards you, surrounding you completely. They each look thrilled in a different way, and you’re desperate for their touch — any of them. All of them.

“Please,” you gasp. You can barely speak through Hongjoong’s grip on your neck but they hear you.

Seonghwa comes to kneel in front of you, cradling your face in his palms. “Oh baby, baby,” he whispers melodiously. “So pretty like this.”

Mingi and San join Hongjoong behind you, running their hands over your ass and their fingers through your wet folds as Hongjoong adds a second finger to your hole. With the two fingers inside you he spreads you open, allowing the other two a perfect view of your stretched out pussy. “Fuck,” they both breathe. “The prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen,” Mingi says and San agrees.

Jongho and Wooyoung and Yunho and Yeosang take their places on either side of you. Wooyoung reaches to play with your tits, grabbing and squeezing them and slapping them where they hang below you. His hits are hard like the ones he’d delivered to your ass earlier, and soon your pretty tits are decorated with red marks. The other three seem content to watch and palm themselves as Hongjoong works you open and Wooyoung abuses your sensitive tits, while Seonghwa pushes finger after finger into your mouth, lazily fucking your throat with his long digits. You gag and choke when he pushes them deeper but you do your best to suck them. Seonghwa tuts when you choke particularly violently but he seems pleased with your efforts. “You’ll make such a perfect cock sucker,” he muses. “You’re such a natural already.”

You whine around his fingers, stuffed into your throat and covered in your drool. He presses a kiss to your forehead before he pushes them in deeper. You choke but keep them in your throat and you hear Yunho whistle. “She’s dedicated,” he says admiringly.

“She was born for this.” Seonghwa speaks through gritted teeth and you look down to see his hard cock straining against his pants. You’re not sure what you were expecting exactly, but you’re surprised by its thickness. You’re not quite certain how it will fit inside you.

Returning your gaze to his, you’re met with total, almost feral darkness in his eyes. “Don’t tempt me,” he grunts. “I’ll ruin you.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, slapping you across the cheek a couple of times until your face is red and covered in your saliva. Hongjoong’s keeping a steady pace as his fingers pump into your pussy, but there’s so many sensations, so many strong hands on you, that you can’t quite process it all. Your awareness of each man goes up and down with each movement they make and you’re completely overwhelmed.

Painfully quickly, Hongjoong pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty for one merciful moment until the men next to him take their turn. Mingi presses a finger to the edge of your asshole, not penetrating it, just gently and softly teasing the rim, but the feeling is enough to make you buck against him. His other hand grabs your waist, holding in place. “Have you never played with this hole before, baby?” He asks.

You whine, shaking your head and he laughs. “You’ll be used to it soon enough,” he says. “It’s Jongho’s favourite hole, isn’t it?”

Jongho laughs and though you know he’s right next to you, he sounds distant and out of reach. You gasp at the feeling of another, thicker finger on your asshole. Unlike Mingi, Jongho doesn’t hesitate, pushing his finger into you. It’s a completely foreign feeling, much different to the feeling of your pussy being penetrated, but in some weird way it almost feels… better. Maybe it’s the resistance your tight hole puts up against him, stretching around him then sucking him in; or maybe it’s the degrading, humiliating feeling of knowing every one of your holes is being used and explored by these men. Either way, you’ve never felt like this before and you don’t want it to stop.

While the two men play with your asshole, San dives into your pussy, latching his mouth onto it and exploring it with his tongue. You’re fairly certain Hongjoong’s fingers have already made you cream but if San notices, it clearly only spurs him on as he eats you relentlessly, pushing you quickly towards the edge.

“Fuck, San!” You scream and he growls, landing a hard slap against your already red cheeks.

“That’s not my name,” he snarls. His voice is muffled by your pussy like he couldn’t bear to pull himself away from it even for a second. You must taste good, you think with pride, but another harsh slap reminds you to respond.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you say.

You feel San smile against your pussy, large hand soothingly rubbing the red mark where he’d slapped you.

While you were distracted by the three men playing with your holes, the other five have stood up, retreating to the surrounding couches where they’ve somehow even served themselves wine without you noticing. You look up to see them watching you intently, small smiles on their face as they lounge around, taking in the sight in front of them. You must look pathetic, you think; face covered in your own sweat and drool, entire body littered with red handprints and three men stretching and playing with your holes. But you can see from the faces, and bulges of the men on the couches, that they love it as much as you do.

San pulls his mouth off of you, replacing it with his fingers before you can complain or even register the absence. He works you open a little more gently than Hongjoong, but the pumps of his fingers are strong and precise. On their side of him, the other two have started a game of how many fingers they can fit in your asshole. They do it carefully, wetting their fingers and inserting them slowly, with each finger they add you’re stretched a little more and it burns. Deliciously.

Your mouth hangs open, breaths strangled as you lose yourself in the feeling. You feel your eyes roll back as San speeds up, pumping three fingers in and out of you. Mingi and Jongho pull theirs out, rubbing your loosened asshole almost soothingly as San keeps going, faster, harder, deeper, until all it takes is for him to press this thumb firmly against your clit for you to let go, coming all over his fingers.

As soon as you’re done you collapse, letting your body fall to the floor in exhaustion. Mingi and Jongho pull their fingers out of you with moaned praises, gently stroking your back. With his fingers still inside you San lifts you up, pulling you back to lie against his chest. His fingers don’t move inside you, just sitting there like a comforting presence as he adjusts you to a comfortable position. He pulls them out slowly, hushing you when you whine softly at the loss, and settles you so your head is resting on his chest, just under his neck and chin so he can easily lean down to whisper to you. “Didn’t know you were such a squirter, baby,” he mumbles.

Too fucked out to respond, you just groan and he chuckles. “I’ve got you, honey,” he says. He starts to sway, rocking you back and forth soothingly. You hear him say something to someone else, you think Jongho, who laughs and hands him something. You look up to see San wiping his hand, wet with you slick, onto a towel. He sees you watching and smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to your head before reaching down to move your panties, still bunched to the side to expose your dripping hole, back into place.

You hear other voices around you as your eyelids start to droop. With San’s hand rubbing comfortingly up and down your back, you let yourself fall asleep, snoring softly against his chest. He watched you with a fond smile. “She’s asleep,” he announces to the others.

“Good,” Yeosang says, “she deserves it. She did well.”

Hongjoong hums. “Better than I thought. I’m so glad we found her.”

“I’m gonna take her upstairs,” San says. The others agree and he slowly stands, holding you carefully in his arms as he carries up to your new bedroom. They watch as he leaves before turning to face each other. It’s silent for a few long seconds before Wooyoung speaks.

“This is going to be so much fun.”

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hi! thank you for reading my first full-group fic! if people enjoy it i plan to make it into a series, but i deliberately wrote it so it can be left as a standalone as well. so please comment and let me know what you’d like! i really appreciate seeing everyone’s feedback or thoughts on my writing, and it encourages me to write more too. so please let me know. if you want this to continue, i’m also happy to accept requests for it as well as my regular requests. just specify☺️! thank you for reading as always! please reblog & comment, i can’t wait to see everyone’s thoughts on this! my seonghwa fic will be coming soon as well. please forgive any errors, i have proofread but things may have slipped through. love🖤🖤🖤

i’d appreciate requests or comments for what you’d like to see next in this fic! i decided i’ll be making it a series but im super stuck for ideas:( which makes it v hard to do anything lol. so please! any fantasies you’ve had about ateez, however dirty (if you read my other stuff you’ll know very little would be too much for me to write), i’d love if you’d allow me to bring them to life in this✨ fantasies, scenarios, kinks, anything at all i can build off of! love🖤🖤🖤

the new girl • ateez

ateez gets a new pet

warnings: bdsm au. dom!ateez, sub!reader, use of bdsm terms but they’re not hard to figure out, more experienced ateez, rewards and punishments, bdsm training, impact play, pet play, praise and degradation, cocky & patronising ateez, implied bisexual reader, orders, naked female & clothed males, finger blasting, anal play, oral (f receiving), mouth fucking (with fingers), voyeurist ateez at times, taking turns, no penetrative sex. everything you’d expect from a bdsm au tbh

A few days ago you could never have pictured yourself in this situation, or any like it, for that matter. But here you are, in a private room of a bar in Gangnam with eight men who seem genuinely interested in making you their submissive. How their even knew you were into that kind of thing is a mystery — or would be a mystery, were it not for your smug looking best friend behind the bar who’s been talking for months about setting you up with some of the people who patronise these rooms and make little secret (to the staff, at least) of what they use them for. But to your friend’s credit, she’s managed to pick, out of what you’re sure has to be scores of creeps and weirdos, eight extremely attractive, extremely interested men.

“We usually find our partners through matching sites and meet them here for the first time,” they’d explained, “but we’ve been out of luck recently, so we thought we’d try to find someone the old fashioned way. And when your friend behind the bar told us what a natural submissive you are, we knew we had to meet you for ourselves.”

You’d blushed at that, both at their words and the fact that your friend had so wantonly offered you up like that. But it’s true that you’re naturally submissive, and she has reason to know it; in college you’d done casual scenes a few times with her, and though you never ventured much further than whips and chains and yes ma’ams, the little you had explored was enough to show you and her just how submissive you are, and want to be. And if she trusts these strange men, who surround you like predators and stare at you like prey, then so do you.

They seem to have heard the stories too, of just how easily you’d caved when she praised you or ordered you around, and they definitely seem to like those stories. And even though you’re essentially being interrogated for your suitability as what some would call a sex slave, you feel comfortable and at ease with them, which you didn’t even know was possible in a scenario like this. So when they ask if you’d like to meet again to explore this further, you don’t even bother to blame the wine for how quickly you agree.

They offer to squeeze you into their cars to drive you home but you decline, insisting it’s not worth the trouble. With a half-joking you won’t be ordering us around for much longer they call you a cab, bidding you farewell with a quick hug each. The leader, Hongjoong, adds his contact to your phone and slips a black business card into your back pocket.

“I’ll see you soon, puppy,” he smiles.

Over the next few weeks you text and call back and forth with the men. They’re kind, unexpectedly patient and gentle considering the type of relationship you’re quickly moving towards with them. In just your luck, their schedules take them out of the country two days after your first meeting, and by the time they’re back and have enough time off to give you the attention they want to, you’ve known them for a couple of months, and like them, you’re impatient to start.

But ever the careful and responsible dominants, they insist on a few more in-person meetings with each individual member — “for your safety, puppy, and ours,” they say — before you finally get the call you’ve been waiting for.

“Hi, honey,” Hongjoong greets. “Are you ready to start?”

——————

Days later, you meet them again in a cafe in Gangnam. It’s a pretty unique set-up for a cafe, a little darker and more ambient than most, but it suits the purpose of your meeting well. You spot them quickly, huddled around a table in the far corner of the room and they see you too, waving you over. It’s only four of them, you note, not the eight you’d met the last time. They stand to allow you the choice of where to sit and you choose a seat at the edge. You know them fairly well and have no doubts of their intentions, but you know you’ll feel more at-ease knowing you can get up and leave quickly if needed. The others settle in, Yeosang next to you, Seonghwa and Hongjoong opposite, and Jongho at the end. Their gazes are fixed on you and just as intense as you remember them.

“Uh…” you start. “Where are the others?”

“We thought it’d be better if less of us came this time,” Hongjoong explains. “To make it less overwhelming for you.”

“It’s something we should have considered last time,” Seonghwa adds. “We apologise that we didn’t.”

You smile, shaking your head. “No, it’s fine,” you say.

“It’s not,” Jongho says, “but it won’t happen again. Did you bring everything we asked?”

You nod, reaching into your jacket pocket to pull out a crumpled sheet of paper with everything you’d been told to pack. “I think so,” you say as your eyes move down the list. “Yes, I think I remembered it all.”

“We’ll see later,” Seonghwa smiles. “It’s not a problem if you didn’t, though. You tried your best and you’re new to this.”

The others hum in agreement and you smile nervously.

“You even wrote it all out, didn’t you?” Jongho says, gesturing to the list in your hands. “Good girl.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“Would you like me to explain the plan for this week?” Hongjoong asks gently.

You nod, staring down at your hands as they fiddle in your lap. A larger hand comes to rest atop them, holding them still and you look up to meet Yeosang’s firm gaze on you. “Look at him and answer him properly, sweetheart,” he says, gentle but stern.

You nod, feeling stupid and look up at to see Hongjoong staring expectantly at you. “Yes please,” you say and he smiles, easing up.

“Good girl,” he praises. You blush, bowing your head in embarrassment and Yeosang clicks his tongue, wordlessly chastising you. You mumble an apology and meet Hongjoong’s gaze, who praises you again. “Think of it as a trial run, yeah? We want you, we know that, but we need to see how it will work. What kind of arrangement will suit you best.”

You nod in understanding. Yeosang releases your hands from his grip but you grab his arm as he starts to move it away, needing someone to hold onto while you digest it all. He smiles and takes your hand back in his, squeezing it gently. “Good girl,” he mumbles.

“Are you with us so far?” Seonghwa asks.

“Yes,” you say.

“Good,” he smiles. “So for this week, we’ll all be getting to know each other and getting used to our new dynamic. We’ll start figuring out the kind of submissive you are and the kind of training you’ll need. That make sense to you?”

You nod a little dazily, starting to feel overwhelmed. None of these words are new to you, of course, even in this context, but they’ve never been so real to you before. To be spoken about like a pet, a submissive in need of training, is a lot to take in. It’s also strangely, embarrassingly thrilling. “It makes sense,” you confirm. Your voice catches in your throat at first but if they notice, they don’t care. Maybe they enjoy it.

“What, um…” you trail off, feeling awkward, but a nudge from Yeosang encourages you. “What happens at the end of the week?”

The men share a look that you can’t quite decipher. “Well,” Hongjoong says, “it’ll be up to you. If you’re happy with how things are going and want to commit, you can stay with us. You’ll keep your own place, of course, but we’ll move the things that you’ll need to our place and start making it your main residence.”

“But if you want to take it slower,” Jongho continues, “which is always an option, I might add, we’ll take you home and continue getting to know you more casually, just like how you would in a normal relationship.”

“And of course, ending our arrangement entirely is an option too,” Yeosang adds. “At any time.”

The others voice their agreement and you smile gratefully. “Thank you,” you say. “I’ll remember that.”

The oldest two smile, sharing a look before Seonghwa speaks. “If you’re ready,” he says, “there are four people at home waiting very patiently for your arrival.”

—————

Their home is large, in a nice, quiet area of the city where little could disturb — or be disturbed by — you. Your bags are carried by Jongho as Seonghwa leads you by the hand to the front door. Before he can even get the keys out of his pocket, the door swings open, revealing an excited looking San standing eagerly in the doorway. “Hi, baby,” he beams at you.

“Were you watching from the window?” Seonghwa asks. San nods unashamedly and the elder mumbles something that he ignores.

“Come in, baby,” San says. “We’re waiting inside. Can I take her in, Seonghwa?”

“It’s up to her,” Seonghwa says, smiling down at you. “She can make her own decisions. For now.”

For now. His words dizzy you slightly and you can practically see the evil plans forming behind San’s eyes. He offers his hand and you take it, turning to Seonghwa. “Are you coming too?” You ask.

He smiles fondly, shaking his head. “We’re gonna get everything set up in your room for you first, honey. San’ll take care of you.”

You nod with slight uncertainty but allow San to lead you through to the living room. The set up is… interesting, you think. A massive TV, typical for a house of men, surrounded by black leather couches and chairs arranged almost in a circle. The coffee table’s been moved from its spot in the middle, leaving it, or so you have a funny feeling, open for you to be displayed to them. Just the sight of the arrangement has you feeling like prey, but what’s more intimidating is the man on the couch who looks up with interest when you walk in. He smiles kindly as he stands to greet you, but you see the look in his eyes. Without them saying anything to you, it’s clear what your place is just from the way these men look at you. You’re their toy, and they’re your owners.

“There she is,” the man — Wooyoung, you remember — breathes. “Hi, doll.”

You wave shyly at him and he smiles. “Cute,” he says.

“You remember all our names, right?” San asks and you nod. “Good girl.”

“Bring her over here, Sannie,” Wooyoung says. San nods and guides you over to sit on the couch, sandwiched between him and Wooyoung.

“Can I touch you?” Wooyoung asks. You nod and he smiles, pressing a hand to your cheek. Without realising and almost instinctively, you nuzzle into his touch and he coos, stroking your cheek gently. “You’re such a puppy, aren’t you?” He hums. If you’d been confident enough to meet his gaze, you’d have seen the dark, predatory look in his eyes.

“Wooyoung,” you whine, embarrassed. He coos again and you blush deeper, hiding your face from view.

“She’s going under already,” San chuckles. “Such a natural, aren’t you baby?”

“Already toying with her, are we?” Someone interjects. You look up to see Yunho in the doorway, staring amusedly at the scene in front of him. “I thought we agreed to wait.”

“I can’t help it, Yunho,” Wooyoung replies. “She’s so pliant.”

Yunho cocks an eyebrow, taking a few steps towards you. “Is she?”

“Just so easy,” San affirms, running a hand through your hair. “Such a darling puppy.”

You moan softly at the sensations of the men on each side of you running their hands over your body. Yunho chuckles, shaking his head. “I’m sure,” he smiles. “Do you think she’s ready?”

San and Wooyoung share a look and you stare at them quizzically. “Ready for what?” You ask quietly.

Wooyoung smiles down at you fondly. “Don’t worry, baby,” he says. He looks up at Yunho. “I think she is. Where’s Hongjoong?”

“Here,” comes a familiar voice. Hongjoong emerges from behind Yunho, his eyes finding you the moment he walks into the room. “Hey, bunny.”

You like that name. “Hi,” you squeak.

He smiles like you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen before turning his gaze to Wooyoung. “What did you want me for?”

“I didn’t,” Wooyoung says snappily. Hongjoong rolls his eyes. “We were wondering if you think she’s ready yet.”

His older’s eyes widen slightly but he seems to consider it for a second. “If Seonghwa agrees,” he decides. “Then so do I. I thought we’d wait a few more hours, but…”

“Yeah, not happening,” Yunho says. “It’ll be a tall order keeping these two off of her until then.”

The men beside you glare at him but don’t refute his words. You still don’t know exactly what it is you’re meant to be… ready for, but it sounds important. You wonder what it is that Hongjoong won’t agree to without the elder’s assent.

“Do you know where Seonghwa is?” San asks. “And the others?”

“In her room, I think,” Hongjoong says. “Just finishing up. Should we call them down?”

The three share a look, silently deciding before they nod, small smiles on their faces as they give Hongjoong their agreement. He nods, and you can see he’s smiling too, but in a different way than he’d been smiling at you earlier. There’s something behind it, a desire maybe, or an intention, that you can’t decipher. You’re not entirely sure if you want to. But you’ve willingly put yourself into his hands, all of their hands, and you’re desperate to see what they do with it.

When he calls the others down they come separately, but soon enough all eight of them have gathered in the living room with you. Even as they talk to each other about things you don’t understand, their eyes are set on you. You feel tiny and describable but also oddly safe. They stare at you like a toy, sure, but a fragile one. One they want to cherish and protect as much as play with. You already feel comfortable and warm surrounded by them in a way you didn’t know you could.

After a short and indecipherable discussion with Hongjoong, Seonghwa briefly moves his gaze from you to give him one final look. When his eyes return to you they’re even darker than before. Deep down you know that something, or someone, has just flipped the switch.

“She’s ready,” he says. “Let’s start.”

You hear your breath hitch, feeling your heart begin to race and Wooyoung hushes you, stroking your head. “Don’t worry,” he says. “It’s nothing to be scared of.”

“It’s really not,” San assures. He turns his gaze to Seonghwa who keeps it briefly before he shrugs, a small smile on his face. “We’re just gonna play with you. But the first time is always special.”

You nod, a little less nervous but still, your first time playing with them, being their submissive, is no small thing. It’s a moment you’ve been playing in your head for weeks, months — what it would be like, what they’d be like, what they’d expect, how they’d do. In the days leading up to this meeting you’d been kept up with nightmares of failing them, of falling short and being kicked to the curb despite how often they’d reassured you that they’d never, ever do that. And now that moment’s here. Time to prove yourself — or not.

San and Wooyoung stand up, pulling you to your feet by each of your arms. They each press a kiss to each of your cheeks before walking away to join the crowd, leaving you alone and watched, completely surrounded by them. Truly a prey among predators. They regard you silently for a few minutes, eyes running up and down each inch of your body before Hongjoong speaks.

“We’re going to give you a little test, pet,” he says. “It’s not to see if we want you, because you’re already ours, but to see how much training you’ll need.”

You nod in understanding and he clicks his tongue, already displeased. “The first lesson is verbal answers,” he says. “Unless we tell you not to speak, you respond to everything we tell you in words. Yes sir or no sir will do. Do you understand?”

You nod again, but realise your mistake quickly and squeak out a weak “yes sir.” Hongjoong smiles approvingly.

“Strip down to your panties,” he says. “Put them on the chair then come back to stand over here. Do it now.”

You breathe out another “yes sir” and do as he commands. You turn away from the men as you undress, too embarrassed to face them but you can still feel their eyes burning into you. Your hands shake as you unbutton your shirt, folding it neatly before placing it on the chair as instructed. Your bra quickly joins it, then the skirt and tights until all that’s left are your tiny white panties, clinging to your hips as you turn around nervously.

You feel exposed, clad only in one flimsy garment and surrounded by eight fully-clothed men. Their gazes are dark and intense on you and you’ve never felt more vulnerable. But they look pleased, which eases your nerves slightly.

“Very good,” Hongjoong says approvingly, gaze fixed on your chest. You blush, hands instinctively reaching to cover your chest but you think better of it before it’s covered. Just in the nick of time, you think, if the scowl on Yeosang’s face is anything to go by.

“Smart girl,” Seonghwa chuckles. “Are you ready to start?”

“Yes, sir,” you say. He smiles gently and beckons you towards him. As you approach him, the others move to form a circle around you. You gulp, somehow feeling even smaller than before. You’re truly trapped now.

“Right then,” Seonghwa says, clapping his hands together. You flinch at the sudden sound and you hear a few of them chuckle. With your eyes cast down, you miss the glint that crosses each of their eyes at your obvious fear. “We’ll start by seeing which commands you already know. We’ll teach you the ones you don’t.”

“Yes, sir,” you say.

“Look at me,” he says. You look up, meeting his gaze nervously and he smiles.

“Down,” he says.

It takes you a moment to register the command, and by the time you do it’s clearly too late. Seonghwa sighs, looking disappointed. He nods to a man behind you and before you can register it, five hard slaps are delivered to your ass. You yelp and try to lean away but the man snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you backwards into him.

“Disobeying already,” he breathes and you recognise the voice as Wooyoung. You whine and he slaps you again, this time reaching around to hit the front of your thigh.

“Don’t complain,” he grumbles.You breathe out an apology and he hums, rubbing the pink mark on your thigh with momentary tenderness. “And no more talking. You’re a puppy now”

You nod, and your first instinct is to apologise but you think better of it, literally biting your tongue to keep your words in your mouth. Wooyoung notices, chucking lowly before he steps back from you.

Jongho steps forwards, commanding your attention as he approaches you. He gets close enough to kiss you, close enough for you see the small details of his face, but that face is emotionless. Focused.

“This is your second lesson,” he says. His voice is even lower now, with a new quality you don’t recognise. But you know exactly what it is — dominance. Control “When we say ‘down’,” he says, “you get on your knees. Instantly and without question. If you don’t, you’ll be punished. So let’s try that again. Down.”

Desperate to obey, you let your legs give out, falling to your knees with hopeful eyes on him.He smiles, pressing a hand to your cheek and letting you nuzzle into it. “Good dog,” he says. “Up now.”

You spring to your feet without thinking, basking in the pleased looks on their faces. “Clever girl,” San praises. You smile shyly at him and he smiles back. For the first time since you’ve met him, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

Then Jongho steps away, leaving you alone and surrounded again. You do your best to stay still, figuring that’s your best bet to avoid Wooyoung’s heavy hand for now.

They let you stand there, exposed and vulnerable, for a few minutes before moving on.

“Come,” Yeosang says. You start to walk towards him but he stops you with a raised hand. “Crawl.”

You gulp, shakily lowering yourself to your knees and crawling towards him. It’s only a few feet, but the thick silence and the feeling of their stares on you makes it feel like miles. It barely registers with you exactly what’s happening right now; you’re naked except your skimpy panties, surrounded by eight fully clothed men, crawling towards one of them at his command. You can’t think of anything more humiliating. Or arousing.

When you reach Yeosang he reaches to stroke your hair. “Sit,” he orders. You sit back up onto your knees and he smiles. “She’s learning fast,” he says.

The others hum in agreement. “She’s clever,” Mingi says, sounding proud.

“She is,” Yeosang agrees. “ Alright, pet. The next commands are easy. Eyes up.”

This time they give you a second to figure it out and you do, meeting Yeosang’s gaze with hopeful eyes. He nods. “Eyes down.” This one is much easier to figure out — you drop your eyes to your lap, contrite and humble. “Good girl,” he says. “Isn’t she good?”

“The best,” Yunho purrs. You don’t notice him creeping up behind you until you feel his big hands wrap gently around your throat. After a few more commands, properly obeyed depute your shaky start, he speaks again. “Shouldn’t we reward her now, Joong? She’s done well.”

A few others chime in their agreement and Hongjoong hums. “You’re right,” he agrees. “Come here, baby.”

You crawl to him, slightly faster as you begin to get to the feeling of it, and Hongjoong crouched down to your level, holding his arms out for you to crawl into. He lets you snuggle into his chest for a moment before pulling away, moving his hands to gently hold your face.

“Tell me,” he whispers. “How do you want to be rewarded?”

The answer slips out before you can consider it. “Fuck me,” you say. At his raised eyebrow, you tack on a whispered, “please, sir.”

Hongjoong smiles, running his thumb over your lips. When they part slightly he slips it into your mouth, letting you suckle at it. He looks enamoured by the sight. “No, honey,” he smiles. “You’re not ready for that yet.”

“I am,” you insist, nodding fervently.

Silence briefly abounds before Hongjoong slaps you across the face, quick and wordless, like this is a normal way for him to express his displeasure — which, when it comes to you, it probably will be. “Don’t disagree with us,” he snaps. “What you think doesn’t matter anymore. You’re not ready.”

You bow your head. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m not ready.”

Hongjoong nods. “Turn around and show me your ass.”

You obey, turning slowly on your fours until your ass faces him, leaving you facing the rest of the men. They stare at you with fascination and scrutiny. Hongjoong runs a hand down your ass cheek with feather-light touches. You feel electricity prickle up your spine, fearful. You’ve displeased him and spoken out of turn and you worry about the consequences. His hands aren’t the largest in the group but he mentioned he works out and he’s still much larger and stronger than you, so you don’t doubt that he could cause you a lot of pain if he wanted to. A few cracks of his hand against your ass would no doubt leave it stinging and you shiver at the thought.

But the harsh, punishing strikes you’re expecting don’t come. Instead he runs a long finger down the centre of your ass until it lightly grazes across your pussy. You squirm at the feeling. The others smile at the sight as their leader pushes your panties to the side to press a finger into your heat. “How does she feel, Joong?” Seonghwa asks.

“She’s perfect,” comes Hongjoong’s voice from behind you. It’s slightly strained and raspier than before. He’s clearly just as affected and you feel proud. “Tight and warm like we thought she’d be.”

You make a noise of surprise and he shushes you. You knew they’d have talked about you in your absence, but you hadn’t considered that they’d have talked about…this specifically. And the way they talk about you like a thing, like you’re not even there, is objectifying in the best way. Everything about this is hotter than you could have imagined. Even the slightest touches set your skin alight and they know it.

Hongjoong curls his finger slightly and you jolt forward a bit but he quickly pulls you back, wrapping an arm around your neck to put you in a near headlock. “Easy, baby,” he whispers. “Easy.”

You look up to see the others have inched towards you, surrounding you completely. They each look thrilled in a different way, and you’re desperate for their touch — any of them. All of them.

“Please,” you gasp. You can barely speak through Hongjoong’s grip on your neck but they hear you.

Seonghwa comes to kneel in front of you, cradling your face in his palms. “Oh baby, baby,” he whispers melodiously. “So pretty like this.”

Mingi and San join Hongjoong behind you, running their hands over your ass and their fingers through your wet folds as Hongjoong adds a second finger to your hole. With the two fingers inside you he spreads you open, allowing the other two a perfect view of your stretched out pussy. “Fuck,” they both breathe. “The prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen,” Mingi says and San agrees.

Jongho and Wooyoung and Yunho and Yeosang take their places on either side of you. Wooyoung reaches to play with your tits, grabbing and squeezing them and slapping them where they hang below you. His hits are hard like the ones he’d delivered to your ass earlier, and soon your pretty tits are decorated with red marks. The other three seem content to watch and palm themselves as Hongjoong works you open and Wooyoung abuses your sensitive tits, while Seonghwa pushes finger after finger into your mouth, lazily fucking your throat with his long digits. You gag and choke when he pushes them deeper but you do your best to suck them. Seonghwa tuts when you choke particularly violently but he seems pleased with your efforts. “You’ll make such a perfect cock sucker,” he muses. “You’re such a natural already.”

You whine around his fingers, stuffed into your throat and covered in your drool. He presses a kiss to your forehead before he pushes them in deeper. You choke but keep them in your throat and you hear Yunho whistle. “She’s dedicated,” he says admiringly.

“She was born for this.” Seonghwa speaks through gritted teeth and you look down to see his hard cock straining against his pants. You’re not sure what you were expecting exactly, but you’re surprised by its thickness. You’re not quite certain how it will fit inside you.

Returning your gaze to his, you’re met with total, almost feral darkness in his eyes. “Don’t tempt me,” he grunts. “I’ll ruin you.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, slapping you across the cheek a couple of times until your face is red and covered in your saliva. Hongjoong’s keeping a steady pace as his fingers pump into your pussy, but there’s so many sensations, so many strong hands on you, that you can’t quite process it all. Your awareness of each man goes up and down with each movement they make and you’re completely overwhelmed.

Painfully quickly, Hongjoong pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty for one merciful moment until the men next to him take their turn. Mingi presses a finger to the edge of your asshole, not penetrating it, just gently and softly teasing the rim, but the feeling is enough to make you buck against him. His other hand grabs your waist, holding in place. “Have you never played with this hole before, baby?” He asks.

You whine, shaking your head and he laughs. “You’ll be used to it soon enough,” he says. “It’s Jongho’s favourite hole, isn’t it?”

Jongho laughs and though you know he’s right next to you, he sounds distant and out of reach. You gasp at the feeling of another, thicker finger on your asshole. Unlike Mingi, Jongho doesn’t hesitate, pushing his finger into you. It’s a completely foreign feeling, much different to the feeling of your pussy being penetrated, but in some weird way it almost feels… better. Maybe it’s the resistance your tight hole puts up against him, stretching around him then sucking him in; or maybe it’s the degrading, humiliating feeling of knowing every one of your holes is being used and explored by these men. Either way, you’ve never felt like this before and you don’t want it to stop.

While the two men play with your asshole, San dives into your pussy, latching his mouth onto it and exploring it with his tongue. You’re fairly certain Hongjoong’s fingers have already made you cream but if San notices, it clearly only spurs him on as he eats you relentlessly, pushing you quickly towards the edge.

“Fuck, San!” You scream and he growls, landing a hard slap against your already red cheeks.

“That’s not my name,” he snarls. His voice is muffled by your pussy like he couldn’t bear to pull himself away from it even for a second. You must taste good, you think with pride, but another harsh slap reminds you to respond.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you say.

You feel San smile against your pussy, large hand soothingly rubbing the red mark where he’d slapped you.

While you were distracted by the three men playing with your holes, the other five have stood up, retreating to the surrounding couches where they’ve somehow even served themselves wine without you noticing. You look up to see them watching you intently, small smiles on their face as they lounge around, taking in the sight in front of them. You must look pathetic, you think; face covered in your own sweat and drool, entire body littered with red handprints and three men stretching and playing with your holes. But you can see from the faces, and bulges of the men on the couches, that they love it as much as you do.

San pulls his mouth off of you, replacing it with his fingers before you can complain or even register the absence. He works you open a little more gently than Hongjoong, but the pumps of his fingers are strong and precise. On their side of him, the other two have started a game of how many fingers they can fit in your asshole. They do it carefully, wetting their fingers and inserting them slowly, with each finger they add you’re stretched a little more and it burns. Deliciously.

Your mouth hangs open, breaths strangled as you lose yourself in the feeling. You feel your eyes roll back as San speeds up, pumping three fingers in and out of you. Mingi and Jongho pull theirs out, rubbing your loosened asshole almost soothingly as San keeps going, faster, harder, deeper, until all it takes is for him to press this thumb firmly against your clit for you to let go, coming all over his fingers.

As soon as you’re done you collapse, letting your body fall to the floor in exhaustion. Mingi and Jongho pull their fingers out of you with moaned praises, gently stroking your back. With his fingers still inside you San lifts you up, pulling you back to lie against his chest. His fingers don’t move inside you, just sitting there like a comforting presence as he adjusts you to a comfortable position. He pulls them out slowly, hushing you when you whine softly at the loss, and settles you so your head is resting on his chest, just under his neck and chin so he can easily lean down to whisper to you. “Didn’t know you were such a squirter, baby,” he mumbles.

Too fucked out to respond, you just groan and he chuckles. “I’ve got you, honey,” he says. He starts to sway, rocking you back and forth soothingly. You hear him say something to someone else, you think Jongho, who laughs and hands him something. You look up to see San wiping his hand, wet with you slick, onto a towel. He sees you watching and smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to your head before reaching down to move your panties, still bunched to the side to expose your dripping hole, back into place.

You hear other voices around you as your eyelids start to droop. With San’s hand rubbing comfortingly up and down your back, you let yourself fall asleep, snoring softly against his chest. He watched you with a fond smile. “She’s asleep,” he announces to the others.

“Good,” Yeosang says, “she deserves it. She did well.”

Hongjoong hums. “Better than I thought. I’m so glad we found her.”

“I’m gonna take her upstairs,” San says. The others agree and he slowly stands, holding you carefully in his arms as he carries up to your new bedroom. They watch as he leaves before turning to face each other. It’s silent for a few long seconds before Wooyoung speaks.

“This is going to be so much fun.”

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hi! thank you for reading my first full-group fic! if people enjoy it i plan to make it into a series, but i deliberately wrote it so it can be left as a standalone as well. so please comment and let me know what you’d like! i really appreciate seeing everyone’s feedback or thoughts on my writing, and it encourages me to write more too. so please let me know. if you want this to continue, i’m also happy to accept requests for it as well as my regular requests. just specify☺️! thank you for reading as always! please reblog & comment, i can’t wait to see everyone’s thoughts on this! my seonghwa fic will be coming soon as well. please forgive any errors, i have proofread but things may have slipped through. love🖤🖤🖤

go along with the new girl series,, maybe try and pick a place for each member and build off of that? like maybe go in order from captain to the youngest? is this a non idol au or idol? if it’s an idol au maybe like the studio for hongjoong, dance studio for yunho or mingi, etc.. idk just some ideas maybe that could pop up in your head.

this a great idea! i thought id do member specific chapters while u get to know each of them individually, but include the whole group in other sections of those chapters too along with other chapters about the whole group. if anyone has ideas/requests for these chapters lmk!

punching bag • hongjoong

you feel his anger through the screen; when he comes home, he makes sure you feel it through him.

warnings: angry sex, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader, rough sex, choking, slapping (ass, pussy, thighs), minor gagging, minor dacryphilia, face fucking, begging, degradation, dirty talk

requested by: @hoeforalbedo

word count: 2.5k

The air is thick and hot; sweat glistens on your skin, sticking your hair to your forehead. You sigh, leaning back to catch the cool air of the fan behind you before sitting yourself back up again, turning your attention to the TV in front of you. Watching the performance that’s currently playing, a wide smile reaches your face when your boyfriend comes on screen. You love watching Hongjoong perform, love watching him focus and enjoy himself on stage; in his element. And you love the way he gets so pent-up from the adrenaline, and the way he takes it out on you afterwards. Today though, you’re not waiting in the dressing room like usual; the Moroccan heat had gotten to you so he’d ordered you to stay in the cool, air-conditioned hotel and wait for his return — “like a good girl,” he’d said.

Luckily you’ve found a live broadcast of the event you should be watching from backstage, and have made yourself at home on the couch. You smile happily when he comes on screen, pride blooming in your chest. He’s doing well, you think, really well, and you feel the passion through the screen. That’s one of the many things you love about Hongjoong; his passion. Especially when it lingers even after he comes down from the high of performing, and you get to reap the benefits.

It’s about halfway through, you think, though you’re not sure, that you begin to notice something wrong. After watching him for a while you recognise the signs; his mic is faulty. You hiss, gritting your teeth; you know problems with mics are Hongjoong’s pet peeves — anything that stops him from putting on the show he wants to, really. You watch with bated breath as he seems to look more and more irritated each time he comes on screen. You bite your lip; if this isn’t fixed soon, at least before the show is over, you’re screwed. Sure, it’ll be fun, but still…

By the time the performance wraps up he’s smiling again — happy at least that the fans have enjoyed the show. But looking closer, knowing him as well as you do, you recognise the signs that he’s still annoyed — something you’ll no doubt be paying for dearly.

A while later, when the show is wrapped up and you assume the guys are getting ready to leave, your phone buzzes. You pick it up, almost choking when you see the message that lights up the screen.

on my way back, i want you on your knees by the door when i arrive.

You smile, heat blooming across the face at the message — the pent-up, commanding tone evident in his words. A second later your phone vibrates again as another message comes through.

be naked.

You breathe out, quickly switching to Life360 to check where he is — 10 minutes away. You gasp softly, heart beginning to race as you jump up from the couch. You love it when he’s like this — dominant, animalistic, feral with desire for you — but you also fear it. Nod that he’s ever done anything to you that you weren’t begging for, but still. Hongjoong can be terrifying at the best of times. And based on that look you’d seen during the performance, you’d wager this is one of those times, so you really, really want to stay on his good side.

You take a quick shower to wash off the sweat, wanting to be fresh for him — though after a performance like that in that heat, you don’t doubt he’ll be sweating too — breathing and relishing in the cool water as it falls on you, Drying off, you spray his favourite perfume and, with minutes to spare, take your place by the door.

The hardwood floor digs into your knees a bit no matter: you’ve barely been kneeling for a minute before the door is flung open, revealing your absolutely fuming boyfriend.

He closes it more carefully than he’d opened it, taking a moment to observe the sight in front of him before he grabs your hair without warning, yanking it backwards, forcing your head up to meet his dark, fiery gaze. His lips twitch in a small smirk but he says nothing; he hasn’t even greeted you. Still saying nothing he begins to walk towards to bed, dragging you, still on your knees, by the hair behind him. You struggle to keep up with him, knees scraping against the floor as you follow him. When you reach the bed he drags you to your feet before throwing you down onto the sheets.

You land gracelessly and he climbs on top of you, face hovering inches above yours. He’s so close you feel each of his breaths on your skin; see the rise and fall of his chest with each one. He stares at you, face blank for a moment, before all of a sudden a sharp slap hits your cheek, knocking the wind out of you.

“Joong—” You start and he slaps you again, quieting you.

“You’ll be good, won’t you?” He asks. You see the madness in his eyes and hear the barely-restrained anger in his voice; you know he’s on the verge of snapping. You hold back a smile, lifting your hips towards him slightly. You want him to snap.

“I’ll be good, Joong,” you whisper. “Do what you want to me.”

He laughs, a bitter, emotionless laugh that sends a shiver down your spine. “Oh,” he says, and his voice is deeper, angrier than you’ve ever heard him. “I fucking will.”

It seems to happen in a blink of an eye; one minute Hongjoong is above you, staring down at you like prey. The next minute his hand is on your neck, pinning you to the bed while another rough hand roams down your body. Despite the heat, you’re shivering; shaking and vulnerable beneath him. “Joong,” you whisper.

“Tell me I can do this,” he says. “Tell me I can hurt you.”

A finger penetrates you as he speaks, pushing into you without prep — lucky you were already wet, you think. You nod desperately. “Hurt me Joong,” you say. “Do it.”

He practically growls at your words before you’re suddenly flipped over onto your stomach. “You’re already so wet,” he growls, sounding affected. “Was that from being talked to like a slut, or touched like one?”

“Both,” you whisper. “Both, Joong.”

“Fuck,” he groans.

He reaches under you to lift your hips, one hand pressing down between your shoulder blades, holding you in place while the other comes down hard on your ass — once, twice, three times until you’re dizzy and crying out in pain.

He grabs your hair again, yanking your head back even harder than before. His voice keeps getting lower, more afflicted. “Did you like that?” He rasps. You nod desperately and he chuckles, hitting you again. “Ask me for more.”

You squeak, flushing slightly. You’ll never understand the hold this man has on you — the kind of hold that has you asking him to hurt you more, begging to be treated like an object. “Hurt me more,” you say. “Please, Joong.”

He laughs dryly, voice thick with arousal as he speaks. “You’re such a fucking painslut,” he says, emphasising each word with a hard, merciless slap on your sensitive skin. “All because of me.”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Hongjoong, do what you want with me. Anything.”

“No more talking,” he snaps. “Unless it’s your safeword, I don’t want to fucking hear it.”

You almost answer him but catch the word in your throat, nodding instead. That pleases him, and he smiles for a moment before the dark look from before returns. “Kneel,” he says.

You obey without even thinking about it, sliding off the bed and landing on your knees on the floor just in front of Hongjoong, perfectly positioned for him. His lips twitch at the sight as he takes a step towards you and grabs your hair again, this time pulling your head forward to hold it against his crotch.

“Breathe it in,” he growls, and you feel him getting harder and harder with each second you’re pressed against him. “You worship this.”

You nod as best as you can in his tight hold and he chuckles, letting you go. “Open your mouth.”

The moment your mouth is open he’s already pulled out his dick, running it teasingly across your lips before shoving it all the way in without warning. You choke, vision blurring and he pushes your head onto it. You do your best to accommodate it, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin even while he seems to do everything in his power to bruise your throat. He groans, forcing your head further down. You choke again, unable to take it and you feel him twitch in your mouth. You giggle slightly, recognising his reaction; when he’s like this he loves when you choke on him, when you accept whatever pain and discomfort he offers you just to please him. You smile around his dick, taking it in further on your own volition.

“Fuck,” he spits. “Clever fucking slut. Keep doing it like that.”

As he speaks he slowly starts to thrust — small, careful movements which must take less than a minute to turn into him fully fucking your mouth; your throat. You’re screaming now, tears pouring down your face and drool pouring down onto your lap and you love it. For a moment you wonder if this is all Hongjoong will need today — to fuck your throat, feel you choke and cry on his cock — before he calms down. Quickly though, you’re proven wrong, when he suddenly pulls out, still hard and leaking, and shoves you to the ground.

Without a word he flips you over again, putting your face down and ass up against the floor. It’s uncomfortable, you’re hyper-aware of that, but this is about him. And if Hongjoong want to fuck you on the cold hard floor of the hotel room then that is exactly what he’s going to do.

He shoves himself in you without warning, stretching you open suddenly and painfully — and deliciously. You cry out, overwhelmed and he uses the opportunity of your open mouth to shove his fingers inside, effectively gagging you. “Be fucking quiet,” he growls as he speeds up. “Be quiet and let me use you like a proper fucking toy.”

A few more slaps rain down harshly on your ass, bringing the message home and you obey, forcing yourself not to let any more noise escape you even as he pulls his fingers out, leaving you to suffer alone.

You can tell just from his thrusts how pent-up he is; the way his hips seem to snap against you of their own accord, accentuated by the harsh slaps he delivers to your swollen red ass and your sensitive thighs, tells you how much he’s needed this, that you have truly made him lose control. You practically feel the pent-up energy and aggression seeping out of him as he fucks you harder and harder, leaving his marks across your bruising skin. It feels amazing — but it’s an overwhelming kind of pleasure you’re not sure if you can handle for much longer; and his grip on your waist, iron and inescapable, will no doubt leave bruises when he finally lets go.

When he hits that spot; ramming into it more like, it takes everything you have not to cry out — you bite your lip to physically keep the sound inside and it works at a cost; you’ve bitten down on the sensitive skin so hard that it’s pierced slightly, and you feel the blood when you lick at your lips. Hongjoong, like he always does, notices, and pulls out so quickly that you almost get whiplash.

He turns you around to lie on your front, staring at you with furrowed brows. He runs his thumb over your winded lip, making you flinch, and chuckles. “Was it that hard to keep quiet?” He asks.

You nod and he laughs a little, before without warning a harsh slap lands on your dripping pussy and sensitive clit — then another, and another. You feel tears prick at your eyes at the pain; he’s not holding back. As the hits get harder he grunts with each one, strained by the strength behind each lap. You gulp, trying to hold back the moans of pain you desperately want to let you; your face contorted in an agonised expression.

He chuckles at the sight of you but it’s clear he’s affected by it too — the way your whole body reacts to each hit, the wounded, pained expression on your face and the way you still try so hard not to make a sound. “Good girl,” he says.

He pushes back in again, quickly and easily, but instead of leaving you to keep quiet he clamps his palm over your mouth, muffling you. “Think this’ll keep you quiet,” he mutters before he starts to fuck you again.

This time he doesn't waste time starting slow or building up the intensity; he fucks you with immediacy and instantly overwhelms you. As he hits your spot over and over, practically piercing it, you thank God for the hand clamped firmly over your mouth; you scream, cry and wail into it as much as you need to, knowing you won’t be heard by anyone but your boyfriend. The muffled sound only spur him on, provoking him to be even rougher.

As he fucks you harder and harder, making your entire body shake with each thrust, his gaze fixed on your chest, watching the way your tits bounce up and down, enticing him each time they move. He groans, averting his eyes and keeps going. “Fuck,” he grunts. “Baby, this is so fucking good. This is exactly what I needed. Keep taking it.”

Soon you can tell he’s starting to approach his orgasm; his hips begin to stutter, thrusts getting faster as he gets louder and less controlled in each movement. As he gets faster, rougher and more intense, he wraps around your throat and he leans down to hover right above you. “You don’t need to breathe anymore, baby,” he whispers. “I control you.”

You nod as best as you can though you’re slightly immobilised by the hands clamped firmly across your mouth and wrapped tight around your neck. All the while he’s still fucking you, never wavering in the way he fucks and stretches you open. He tightens his grip slightly, squeezing the sides of your neck just enough to give you the floaty, dazed feeling he knows you love. As he keeps going, it gets tighter and tighter, and the weight of his palm on your mouth gets heavier. Sweat drips from his face, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he keeps going until — as quick as he started — he finally finishes, unloading in you with a loud, strangled cry. He fucks you through it, pressure on your neck and mouth never wavering until he finally pulls out.

He collapses immediately, falling down next to you on the floor, flaccid cock still peeking through his unzipped pants.

“How do you feel?” You ask softly; a little dazed and entirely fucked out, your voice wavers slightly when you talk.

He chuckles, taking you into his arms and running his hand softly over your exposed, sensitive skin. “I feel perfect, baby,” he sighs. “You’re such a perfect toy for me.”

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a/n: thank you for reading, i hope you enjoy! it’s not quite as rough as i originally intended but i hope it’s still good. reblog and comment if you enjoyed! requests are still OPEN. love🖤🖤🖤

somno with atz • hyungline

part one of a request from anon — free use & somno with ateez.

incidentally, i feel that somno is more suited to the older members while free use fits the younger ones more. with that convenience in mind i have decided to split this into two parts, the second being ‘free use with ateez • maknae line’.

this post contains intense kinks, but if you’re okay with somno, these will probably be fine for you. complete list under the cut.

warnings: slight dumbification, inspection, controlling behaviour (consensual), manipulation and gaslighting (again, consensual), kink exploration, unsafe use of medications

‘somnophilia’ means engaging in sexual play with someone who’s asleep; as such explicit consent is not shown in all of these, but consent must always be sought before engaging in this. if you don’t like, don’t read — hate will be deleted and you will be blocked.

also: do not use any kind of medication without guidance from a professional.

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For Seonghwa, somno is about ownership. He’s fiercely protective and possessive of you — an owner and caretaker all in one, doing everything to ensure you’re safe, cared for and well-behaved. But having his own demanding job, one that often takes him out of the country for extended periods, means he unfortunately can’t always physically be there to protect, supervise and use you in the way he wants. For Seonghwa, this means two things.

Firstly, it means that when he is home, it’s imperative that he uses and plays with you as much as he possibly can before he has to go away again. That’s the first way somno comes in for him — by not being limited to your waking hours, he has infinitely more time and opportunity to feel you, toy with you, and mark you in ways that will last until he sees you next. You’re aware of this, of course; when he’d proposed it to you you’d understood the importance of taking as much care of you as possible while he’s here; of keeping you pleasured and satisfied so that the periods when he is away aren’t as unbearable. And what’s more, the idea of Seonghwa fucking you in your sleep gives you strange but pleasant feelings, particularly in your stomach and the special part of you only he can touch.

Which brings us to Seonghwa’s second usage for somno: inspection. Or to put it more accurately, ensuring you were protected and behaving while he was gone. Seonghwa frequently gets home late at night, when you’re asleep and far too tired to do anything but stay asleep. But as your owner, he has the right and the duty to check on his property, make sure that everything is working properly and just as importantly, hasn’t been touched or tampered with. As soon as he sees you, even when he’s only been gone for the day, that’s what’s on his mind. But he doesn’t want to wake you, and in the deep sleeps you’re known to slip into, probably couldn’t anyway. So he does what any responsible boyfriend would do, according to you: he slowly, carefully removes your bottoms, exposing your pussy to him, and, kneeling next to you, starts to inspect.

First he lets a finger graze over your clit, monitoring the unconscious reactions you may have. He checks to see if it’s swollen; a sure indicator that someone, probably you, has been playing with it in his absence. Then he moves downwards, spreading your pussy lips apart and inspecting for any slick or wetness, before inserting his first finger into your entrance. You’re incredibly tight, he knows this, so he pushes that first finger in that’s what he’s looking for; any looseness, and feelings that weren’t there before. When you start to squirm — probably thinking you’re having some sort of wet dream, he thinks with a chuckle — he adds another, slowly pumping them in and out of you until the inspection is forgotten and he’s fucking you with his fingers, high on the sounds of your pleasure. And when you sound like that, who can blame him for pulling out his cock and shoving it into you without a word?

By the time you wake up, tired eyes fluttering open, he’s already finished, and is carefully wiping the insides of your thighs with a wet cloth. He looks up at you, breaking into a smile and letting you crawl into his hold. Rocking you back and forth, he breathes in the scent he’s missed so much.

“Have you been good?” He asks, already knowing the answer.

For Hongjoong, somno is a matter of need. You drive him crazy at the best of times but it’s when you look this cute, this helpless that it becomes truly irresistible. So naturally, when you’re sound asleep, peacefully dreaming, that’s when you affect him the most.

Tonight he can’t help it — you just look so angelic, fast asleep and curled up in his hoodie, snoring softly as your chest rises and falls with each deep breath. The way you’re curled up, so small in his oversize clothes, bare thighs peeking out from under the thick material, is irresistible. He can’t just leave you alone like this — not when you look so peaceful, so calm and so… vulnerable. He swallows thickly, shivering at the thought. It doesn’t help that you’re a deep sleeper, barely awoken even by the loudest of noises. He could do anything to you right now, anything, and you’d never know.

He exhales, a shuddered breath as he slowly shuffles towards you. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, near your head, he reaches to stroke your face in gentle motions. You sigh contentedly, small smile on your face and squeezes his eyes shut. Fuck, he can’t resist.

Slowly he lets his hand wander down until it’s sitting on the top of your thigh, just about edging under the hoodie. Still passed out, you open your legs of your own accord, leaving you even more exposed and he breathes out, a familiar feeling coursing through his veins.

You let out a whine, stirring slightly and he sighs, shushing you. He knows it now, you’re so cute and he can’t hold it back anymore. Softly he places a hand over your mouth, making sure you won’t be too loud if you happen to wake up while he fucks you. He pulls his cock — already hard and leaking — out, manoeuvring to position it right next to your entrance. He pushes you hoodie up a little more, exposing your stomach.

“Stay still, baby,” he mutters, stroking you gently as he starts to push into you. “I won’t be long.”

You moan in your sleep, softly and innocently and he growls, quickly starting to thrust.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so fucking irresistible.”

For Yunho, somno is another way for him to own you completely — by owning your mind. Let me explain. I’ll preface this by saying it’s completely consensual — for the sake of this post, this is the kind of relationship you have with Yunho. He likes to own you and you like being owned — in all ways. So when Yunho came to you and asked if you wanted try some more extreme kinks like cnc and somno, you agreed — agreed that unless you say otherwise, your sleeping form means he has free reign to use you as he pleases.

It’s barely noticeable at first. You start waking up with a throbbing pussy, or wet and leaking in a way you could never be without outside help. Other days you wake up without the shorts or panties you’d gone to bed in, not remembering taking them off. Later that day you’ll find them clean and neatly folded in your drawer but you think nothing of it — for a while.

Then it happens; one night, when you’re not sleeping as lightly as usual, you wake up to the feeling of fingers inside you. Looking up in confusion you see your boyfriend next to you, working you open with his fingers. He notices you’re awake after a while and smiles, shushing you when you start to ask what he’s doing. “You’re dreaming, honey,” he says softly and you’re so tired that you just nod, letting yourself fall back down, nodding to yourself.

It happens a few more times; you wake up to his fingers stuffed in your pussy, or his mouth attached to it, eating you like a starved man. Each time he soothes you with the same reassurance — “It’s just a dream, little one. But it feels good, doesn’t it?”. And each time, for a while at least, you accept it — “Yes, Yunho, it feels great,” you’d say, quickly falling back to sleep, barely aware of the fingers still pumping inside you.

Then, finally, you catch onto his game. You wake up suddenly, sitting up slightly to see him on top of you, thrusting into you with deeper and deeper strokes. You open your mouth, staring at him with tired, innocent eyes. “What are you doing, Yunho?” You ask sleepily.

He chuckles, keeping up the pace of his thrusts with a widening grin as he watches his girl, so sleepy and confused and innocent, adjusting to the way he’s using her so fanatically. “Nothing, baby,” he smiles. “You just felt so empty even with my fingers in you, so I thought I should help you with that.”

“Oh,” you say, a little dazed. You nod dizzily. “Right.”

He smiles, continuing to fuck into you. “Good girl,” he purrs. “Now go back to sleep, baby. Let me finish what I’m doing and I promise you’ll feel so nice in the morning.”

Obedient as ever you flop back, comfortable on the pillow. The last thing you’re aware of before sleep takes over once more is the feeling of his massive cock, stretching you open.

For Yeosang, somno is about exploration. Since the start of your relationship he’s been keen to explore with you in all ways — from taking you to places you’ve never been to fucking you in ways you’ve never dreamed of. You’re tried everything and naturally slipped into the roles that work best for you. What you haven’t tried though, you both realise, are the more… intense kinds of play. Plays where he is in full, unwavering control of you — physically and mentally. Fucking you in your sleep, you both decide, is the best way to achieve that.

But there’s one problem — you’re a light sleeper, tossing and turning and even waking at the slightest distraction. And if you expect to be touched, teased and fucked all while unconscious, you’ll need… something to help keep you asleep.

The night you finally try it, you’re watching TV, clad only in one of your boyfriend’s t-shirts and your thin white panties, when Yeosang comes to sit next to you. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you into him and breathing in the scent of you, sighing contentedly. Still in his regular clothes, you sigh, running your hand up his jean-clad thigh, squeezing it slightly.

“Mmm,” you mutter, nuzzling into his chest. “Hi, Yeosang.”

“Hi baby,” he smiles, looking down at you happily. He bites his lip, expression shifting. “Hey…”

He trails off and you look up quizzically. “What?”

“I thought we could try… that tonight.”

“Oh,” you say. Your lips part in surprise but you feel the excitement coursing through your veins. “But what if I wake up?”

He chuckles. “You won’t. I got you something to help.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small box of sleeping pills. He hands them to you, letting you look them over. “Do you want to take them now?”

You swallow thickly, nodding your head a little dizzily. “Yes,” you whisper. “Let’s do it, Sangie.”

He chuckles, letting you open the box before grabbing your chin, gently pulling on your jaw to pry your mouth open. He tilts your head back, staring into your eyes as he carefully places one, two into your mouth. He taps your chin gently. “Swallow.”

It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep; by the time you do he’s already got you cosy in bed — now without panties, of course. He lies next to you for a few minutes, watching as you fall deeper and deeper into your sleep; eventually, once he decides you’re far gone enough, he quietly shifts away from you, climbing on top of you and quickly pulling out his cock. Lifting your shirt up to expose you fully, it doesn’t take long before you’re wet enough for him to slip inside.

He almost chokes from the feeling; you’re as tight and warm as ever, but feeling you so closely and seeing you, totally passed out, peaceful and oblivious to what he’s doing to you, is something else.

The next morning, when you wake up in his arms, stretched out and sore all over, you make up your mind — this will definitely be a regular occurrence.

freeuse w/ atz • maknaeline

part two of a request from anon: somno and free use with ateez.

i felt that, incidentally, somno and free use were more suited to the elder and younger members respectively; with that in mind i divided this request into two parts, the first being somnophilia with hyungline, which can be found in my masterlist.

this post contains relatively intense kinks; read on for specific warnings.

‘free use’ is defined as “a kink in which someone consents to being available to have sex with or to be "used" by their partner at any time.” as such there will be themes/instances which could be interepreted as lacking consent if you don’t know what free-use is; rest assured that consent is forthcoming in every scenario.

warnings: free-use, rough sex, bruises & marking, public sex, segregation, humiliation, conditioning, power imbalance, strength kink.

if you are not comfortable, please scroll on; your triggers are not my responsibility and any hate will be deleted and blocked.

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for san, free-use is about expressing love. which may sound a bit weird, but hear me out here. now don’t get me wrong, the idea of his precious girl being ready and waiting for him, a toy for him to use, is thrilling to him — he’s a red blooded male, who can blame him? but it’s much, much more than that for him.

agreeing to this kind of arrangement — being someone’s toy, to be used and fucked at any point without asking — takes a huge amount of trust on both sides. the sub has to trust that the dom will cherish this power and not abuse it any more than they want to be abused. the dom has to trust that the sub is genuine, and will communicate honestly and effectively if they don’t like something, even safeword if necessary. and the act of trust each other with that — particularly the sub trusting the dom to use and own them in that way — is, to san, an incredible act of love.

san doesn’t just acknowledge and appreciate the trust you put in him by agreeing to this, he adores it. it’s the most special, beautiful thing to him and the highest honour of his life. so seeing this whole arrangement as an act of trust, and thereby of love, it’s natural for him to view using the arrangement as loving itself. and of course, sex can itself be an act of love too, which it certainly is for san.

compared to the others, there’s a lot less mind games or control at play here; you’re his toy, and he likes that you know that, but you are equally (more so, actually) his angel, his favourite thing in the world. and for him, the idea of fucking you whenever he wants, or simply taking you into his arms, working your hole open and sliding in, is a way to show his love for you, to truly feel it, and to release the pent-up energy you cause him — your beauty is, to him, unbearable at times, and just by looking at you he gets worked up and flustered, so of course he needs a release. and you, ready and waiting for him, are the perfect vessel.

san prefers to make love than to fuck — but don’t for a minute thing that he won’t fuck. occasionally (relatively often, actually), when he’s really pent up from work or other stresses or, in most cases, how fucking incredible you look that day; when holding you and making love with slow, deep strokes just wont do it, he’ll fuck you and he’ll fuck you hard. because he doesn’t do it as often it’s easy to forget this, but i think san is one of the hardest fuckers in ateez; he uses everything he has, from his strength to his pent-up energy and tension, to fuck you into oblivion, making you scream, even cry from the unending, overwhelming pleasure. yeah, he’ll drill into you mercilessly; probably not saying much because he’s completely focused on ravaging you. it’s a rare(ish) treat but that’s probably good; he goes so hard that you couldn’t handle it much more often.

in free-use terms this definitely comes into play. if he’s pent-up and frustrated enough to be fucking you like that then he’s definitely pent-up enough to not want to wait. he doesn’t have time to proposition you or tease you or do anything except hurriedly bend you over and slam into you. as mentioned before he’s not super talkative in these moods; if he’s crept up on you in a hurry he’ll just hiss “take it” in your ear, maybe repeat it if you’re not being still or pliant enough for his liking. but when he fucks you like that there’s no doubt, you are the one making the noise. screaming, yelling, begging — though for what, you never really know. it’s another strangely thrilling thing for you that reinforces your current position as his fucktoy — you can scream, cry, make whatever noise you want and he’ll just act like he can’t hear you. he’ll just keep going, faster and faster until he is done.

afterwards of course, he’ll be sweeter than ever. holding you in his arms, cooing and praising you as he scans you for marks and bruising; he’ll take such good, careful care of you — his precious, pliant girl. and he’ll be extra gentle with you the next day, getting you whatever you want, hugging you on the bed and couch while you relax and recover. you’ll be blissed out and completely carefree — but in the back of your mind you know that once you’re better, once the marks fade and the aching in your bones subsides, you’re be getting ruined all over again.

mingi is the biggest free-use culprit in ateez, and he’s not quite sure why exactly. there’s several reasons why he likes it; first of all, you’re incredibly attractive, and cause him to have an even higher sex drive than usual — so whenever you’re around him, he’s about 10 seconds from getting hard. a free-use arrangement allows him relief whenever he needs it, without the hassle of asking for and building to full sex. there’s no need for permission (in the moment — of course your consent is established prior) or foreplay when you’re constantly available for him — all he has to do is tell you to bend over, or bend you over himself, then slide in and fuck you til he comes. it’s pretty quick usually — the sight of you bent over whatever surface he chose, your holes happily exposed; and the knowledge that you’re happily and willingly his to use and take advantage of whenever he wants, usually drives him to orgasm pretty quickly. he can’t help it — you’re just so pretty and so pliant that he loses control. and when he does take a little longer, he knows you’ll lie there and take every second of it until he’s done, just like he taught you to; and if he wants to finish a little quicker, all he has to do it bark out that singular command — “clench, slut” — and you’ll have him coming soon enough just from the way your walls tighten around him.

sometimes though, maybe after a long day or a tiring performance, mingi doesn’t have the energy to actually fuck you. but don’t worry — you’ll still get your fix and so will he. he’ll just order you on top of him — if he doesn’t just grab you and put you there himself — and make you ride him to completion. if you’re lucky, he’ll help you; iron grip on your hips or ass as he guides you up and down, groaning about how good you are. but being a free-use toy, he knows you don’t really need that — you’ll ride him until you can’t and then some just because he told you to, so if he wants to keep watching tv, or maybe work on a track if you’re in the studio, he’ll tell you to get on with it and ignore you until he finally finishes. maybe he’ll wrap a hand round your neck to encourage you along but that’s his prerogative.

after you’re done, mingi is the tenderest with aftercare — he knows it can be draining physically and mentally to be used and regarded as an object, so even though you love this and it was probably your idea in fact, he’s sure to take good care of you afterwards and in general. not the usual kind of immediate aftercare — he’s not giving you a bath and fussing over you the way he usually does; probably because you requested that, believing it would defeat the idea of free-use. but if he came in you he’ll be sure to wipe you down gently, using a wet cloth to wipe any cum that’s dripping down your legs, before gently pulling your panties and any clothes you might have been wearing back up and pulling you into a hug before walking away or, if you’d been riding him, letting you fall asleep on his lap. either way, the real ‘tenderness’ will be when you’re both snuggled up in bed at night — he’ll comb a hand through your hair, kissing your head as he tells you how lucky he is to have such a good, obedient toy.

two small side notes — i think mingi is definitely the type to, if you’re down, offer you up to his members when they’re particularly stressed. this would have started from your idea, of course, and he might have been hesitant at first but now he loves it; loves watching his baby get fucked and used by his cherished members and the reminder it gives to both him and you that you really are his toy, ready to be used at his command. and of course he’s watching the whole time, making sure they’re treating you the way his pretty slut deserves to be treated.

secondly, i think he’s another one who may enjoy a no-clothing-in-the-house rule, though he wouldn’t enforce it as strictly as, say, yunho would; he’s fine with you wearing clothes when you want but he loves it when you don’t — loves being able to watch as your ass and tits bounce while you walk around or do chores. maybe he’ll pull his dick out and get off just to the sight of it — and the knowledge that you’re such a good toy that you don’t even need to be touched to be used in this way.

for wooyoung, free-use is a game. not that he doesn’t take it seriously — he recognises the seriousness of it and the level of trust you put in him just by agreeing to it more than anyone. but wooyoung is the type of dom who likes to play, to toy with you. as i’ve mentioned before he loves acting like everything is all good fun, and he loves to laugh at you, if only to see the way you flush and hide your face in embarrassment. and free-use is a perfect way to achieve all this. and wooyoung, perhaps one of the most adventurous kink-wise, truly takes it to the extreme; within your own boundaries of course, he takes free-use very literally — you are free to be used anytime, anywhere, regardless of where you are or who you’re with.

the most common scenario is when you’re out; say at a restaurant with your friends or his. your phone will buzz and you only have to turn to see the look on wooyoung’s face to know who’s texted you. go to the bathroom, it says, and wait for me with your holes spread. seeing you stare open-mouthed at him he’ll tilt his head, feigning concern as he asks “everything alright, babe?” cursing him to hell, you’ll nod sweetly before excusing yourself. he’ll wait a moment to not seem suspicious before, a worried look on his face, excusing himself to follow you — “she seemed quite unwell, don’t you think? i’ll just go check on her” — and the others, none the wiser, will nod and tell him to take all the time he needs. i will, he’d think as he practically slipped away. little do they know, when he arrives in the bathroom to see you bent over, spreading your cheeks just as he’d ordered you, he quickly fucks your to completion before dragging you back out with a smile and a warning to not give it away. “she’s fine!” he’d beam, “just a bit of nausea. she’s ok now, aren’t you baby?”

of course, the free-use is much more open at home — you definitely don’t wear clothes in the house and though he won’t punish you if you do, he’ll look at you like you’re crazy, or unwell maybe, face scrunched in confusion and amusement as he asks “what is that you’re wearing, baby?” the reason he’s so against you wearing clothes is first of all so he can ogle at you, just like mingi — he likes to catcall you as you walk by, commenting on the way your tits are swinging or, if he feels a little nicer, just telling you how pretty and fuckable you look. he’s a big groper too — he’ll feel you up silently as he walks by, squeezing and lightly slapping your tits and ass, sometimes commenting on the marks or movements it results in and sometimes just moving on without a word. he also, predictably, likes vibrators — if you’re washing dishes or something he’ll sneak up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and you’ll think he’s pulling you into a hug until something cold starts to penetrate you. and you don’t have to wait long to figure out what it is; as soon as it’s in he’ll have it on at the highest setting (it’s probably one of the ones you can control with your phone). ever the gentleman, he’ll offer to help you with your chores since you’re a little distracted now, but you know he’s not asking to be helpful; he wants a front-row seat as you squirm, whine, maybe even come.

he’s quite mean when he’s using you as i’ve touched on — he takes the idea of you as an object or a toy very seriously, and treats and talks to you as such. if you’re not red in the face from what he’s doing to you, you certainly will be from the way he laughs at and degrades you. especially in the public plays mentioned previous; he loves to take advantage of the vulnerable, exposed position you’re in just a single locked door away from everyone else — “what if someone walked in right now and saw you like this, huh? bent over in a public bathroom just because i wanted to use you? gross, babe”.

yeah, he’s mean, but so sweet afterwards. he kind of wishes the others did know what you two did, in fact — solely because he wants to brag about how good you were; how well you took him. and when you get home he’s running a bath for you, insisting on washing you himself. such a sweet, occasionally sadistic boy.

jongho loves the sense of power free-use gives him. even if he’s quite vanilla — which he may well not be — power and ownership is something quite particular to him. it gets him off in a way nothing else can, knowing this beautiful, smart, perfect woman is his to own and actually wants to be used by him, wants to feel beneath him. a rush would be the way to describe it; it goes to his head and makes his heart race just to see you like that — asking his help or permission for small things etc.

where free-use comes into this is that it is a very real way for you to demonstrate his power over you; by being readily available, waiting to bend over or spread your legs at his command — a mere click of his fingers, perhaps — you show him you’re his to use, whenever he wants without exception. like most of your more extreme adventures kink-wise, you probably suggested it, and he hadn’t much idea what it was. but that’s okay — it meant you got to see the way his eyes glazed over, pants tightening a little as he swallowed thickly when you explained it to him. and seeing him so affected by the idea of using you whenever he wanted did something for you too, so it was hardly a surprise when, after considering your suggestion for a moment, he’d stood up, already unzipping his pants as he said “then bend over”. and from the thick and raspy undertone of his voice you knew that this wasn’t a request — it was the first of many orders you’d receive from him.

going back to the ‘clicking his fingers’ i mentioned earlier, i think he’s definitely ended up teaching you nonverbal commands, even conditioning you a bit; probably not even on purpose — when he ordered you to bend over or spread you legs, just to be ready for him to fuck you, he’d click his fingers as he said it; over time you’ve come to associate him clicking his fingers with that order and that’s all he needs to do to now. he just looks at you and clicks his fingers and you automatically get in position for him — maybe without even realising it. it’s just an automatic physical response now; you might not even know you do it in general but he definitely does, and he loves it. it’s a level of power over you he never expected to have but fuck it gets him off. anyway…

one last final note — he’s a manhandler. we knew that of course; jongho is the type of person who likes to use every weapon in his arsenal and being so buff (and proud of it (as he should be)) of course he’d use his strength in this. putting you in a different position, holding you in position, anything he has to do. it’d be especially useful because i think he can last quite a while, so you’d end up getting tired or overstimulated but of course, he decides when this ends, not you. so if you start squirming or thrashing a bit, he’ll just hold you down or headlock you and keep doing what he needs to be doing.

very good at aftercare though — any bruises you may have gotten from his roughness or from being held down will be taken excellent care of, and he never misses a chance to praise and reward you for being so good and letting him do whatever he wants to you.

thank you for reading! let me know your thoughts & who was your favourite! i’d love to see who you’d most like to try this with. please reblog & comment if you enjoyed, it’s a huge motivator for me. requests are OPEN! love🖤🖤🖤

pet play with ateez

request by anon: ateez pet-play headcanons.

dom owners!ateez x sub pet!reader

word count: 6.4k

warnings: bdsm dynamics, mostly puppy play, power imbalance, power play, praise & degradation, reward & punishment, humiliation, breeding, anal play, scent play, orgasm control, a couple of mean doms, collaring etc. not proofread.

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seonghwa loves the softer side of pet play. he loves having someone to guide and care for; to bring out his protective instincts and make him feel needed. he loves that you need him — it’s one thing for him to take care of you because you want him to, it’s another to do it because you literally can’t survive without him. so when you get like this and he knows you’re entirely dependant on him and utterly useless without him? he loves that feeling more than anything in the world.

a lot of the time it’s not even sexual for him — though admittedly having you so helpless and dependant on him definitely does something for him — but he knows it makes you happy and that makes him happy; that’s why he does it. he knows the best way to calm you down and make you feel happy and safe is to let you regress and be taken care of and he’s more than happy to provide that for you.

when you’re stressed or irritable he recognises right away what you need. he’ll start to gently coax you into the right headspace; by treating and talking to you like a pet, taking you into his arms and stroking you — essentially treating you like you’re already a pet to coax and nudge you into the headspace. if you do something ‘human’, for example trying to walk somewhere, he’ll stop you, hand on your nape as he stares at you with gentle eyes — “wouldn’t it feel better to crawl, baby?”

you know what he’s doing; he makes no secret of it, but when he talks to you so tenderly and… paternally, you can’t resist. and when you finally give in he rewards you so well. he’d want you to call him master — sexual or not it reminds you of the power imbalance at play here and the amount of control he has of you right now. it makes him feel powerful and responsible for you and makes you feel like you truly are his pet.

as an owner, seonghwa is big on manners. if you’re a verbal pet, ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ is key — just say ‘please, master’ and he’ll give you anything you want; he has such a soft spot for you. and if you’re not verbal there’s still plenty of ways to teach you manners — commands like ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ will be drilled into your head within weeks; or when he feeds you (yes, from a bowl on the floor — you’re a pet after all), don’t start eating without his permission.

there’s certainly no biting or scratching in seonghwa’s household — that’ll get you smacked around the mouth and scolded — and definitely no running, jumping or making too much noise; seonghwa likes demure, docile pets. whining is allowed to an extent but only because it’s cute. and when he tells you to stop, you stop.

he’s not a big punisher when you’re a pet, because you’re too cute and needy for him to possibly hurt you like that. the most he’ll do is, if you’re doing something you shouldn’t, he’ll reach down to give your ass a few swats to discourage it. he says he’ll punish you properly if you keep going but he’s never really done it; partially because you’re so cute and partially because you never need more than one warning with seonghwa — even if you’re a more mischievous person, seonghwa is the kind of owner that just makes you obey automatically.

on the rare occasion you need proper punishment he has a very effective one — he’ll just ignore you until you start behaving again, because there’s nothing a needy pet hates more than an owner that just won’t pay attention to them. no matter how much you paw or claw at his legs he won’t even acknowledge you; it’s only when you finally break and start crying and promising to be good again that he finally gives in. he’ll make you swear to be a good pet from now on then gives you a big hug.

also, you’ll definitely be staying on all fours; because only humans walk and there’s nothing seonghwa hates more than a pet that thinks it’s a person — that doesn’t know its place.

i don’t think he’d want to have full on sex when you’re a pet but he’d definitely play with you — he’d use you, actually; beckoning you over to come suck his cock with a small smile. but of course he doesn’t frame it like that; he calls it a treat — “come and get your treat, puppy”. he loves the feeling of his cock sitting in your mouth while you lick and suck at it — or not even do anything at all; if you have an oral fixation like any other pet, he’ll let you just fall asleep with his cock in your mouth — it’s the prettiest sight for him, a sleepy little pet with his cock halfway in her mouth, drool covering it and dripping from your mouth.

as much as seonghwa absolutely adores having you as his pet, being so responsible and almost parental at times, he definitely views it more as a responsibility than a game. but whenever you do want to play, seonghwa is always happy to oblige.

you know those tiktoks that are like ‘dad who didn’t want a pet but ends up loving it like his own kid’? that’s hongjoong. he probably didn’t know much about pet-play and most likely hadn’t tried it before you, but he certainly picked up on your more pet-like behaviours pretty soon into your relationship, and very early on realised those traits bring something in him — protective, horny, maybe both.

the way he found out about pet play was pretty typical; he was talking to the others and let something slip; it was probably something innocuous because he’s very protective of you so he’s always careful with what he says, but one of the others, probably wooyoung, picked up on it. he sort of became Captain Duh that day — knowing smile on his face as he goes “you know she’s a puppy, right?”

it wasn’t obvious to joong right away what he was talking about but when it clicked, it clicked, and he got a little bit flustered and had to change the subject. after that he spent a while watching you, studying your behaviour while he gave the whole pet-play thing a little research (he doesn’t do anything new kink-wise without a whole dissertation on it) then slowly started easing you into it before finally having the conversation. and when he does

have the conversation, he sees from the look in your eyes that he (well, wooyoung) was bang-on.

i don’t think he minds what you call him as long as you do what he says; just like as leader, as an owner he’s a little bit of a disciplinarian at times. he’s not a strict owner as in ‘having a lot of rules’, but more like if he tells you to do something he expects you to do it. just like seonghwa, you’re naturally obedient with hongjoong, though this time there’s an extra reason — treats. not his dick, though; actual little sweets he feeds you whenever he’s pleased with you.

he’s rarely displeased with you, mostly because all it takes is that stern are you sure you want to keep this up look that we all know and love, to get you to behave. but if you do keep going he’ll get mad, and he’s not above grabbing a rolled up newspaper or magazine and hitting you with it. his disciplinary methods are more ‘tired owner who’s sick of your shit’ than actual formal punishments; if you act up he’ll slap you around a bit and then send you to bed — not a human bed though; hongjoong has a dog bed in each room for you that he’ll send you to when you misbehave. yeah, he’ll spank you then send you to bed like “go think about why i did that”.

he’ll make you curl up in the bed and scold you if you try to get up — “still not following orders, puppy?”. he also bans you from furniture, as an additional punishment after he smacks you but also because puppies don’t belong on furniture anyways. if you’re really good he’ll let you come up and lie on his lap, but if he catches you on it yourself or try to get on when he’s there he’ll yank you off by the hair — “down, girl”. he says that a lot; all the classic dog owner phrases.

i don’t think pet-play is overtly sexual to him. he rarely fucks you when you’re a puppy; the most he’ll normally do is grope you a bit, touching you everywhere. he’ll crouch down to inspect your pussy just “to check if your puppy parts are all healthy”. maybe he’ll slide a finger or two in there, noting your reactions to keep in mind when he actually fucks you, before pulling out, patting your butt affectionately before walking away.

there won’t be sex unless you really beg him — and by beg i mean whine, because puppies don’t talk and there are plenty other ways to show him how desperate you are.

just be a good, obedient puppy and hongjoong will take perfect, tender care of you, just like he always does.

pet-play is yunho’s bread and butter — the words ‘yunho’ and ‘pet-play’ just belong in a sentence together; and damn if that sentence doesn’t make me dizzy. there’s many things yunho likes about pet play; the degrading, humiliating element of it — literally acting like an animal in front of your partner; debasing and dehumanise yourself for them — is hugely attractive to him and he loves the idea of seeing you in that position, whether at your suggestion or by (consensual) force — either way, you’re kneeling in front of him and barking at his command, and that’s what matters to him. but degradation, humiliation, whatever aside, what yunho really loves about pet-play is the exchange of power.

few pairings have more unequal power dynamics than an owner and a pet, so there are very few, if any ways for him to have more power and control over you than when you’re on all fours in front of him, barking and whining at him whenever he tells you to and not making a single move without his permission.

yes, nothing without permission. that’s a key theme for yunho in everything you do together and is even more prevalent here. you’d be a highly trained pet, thanks to his rigorous instruction — he won’t accept a poorly trained puppy so if he has to whip you into shape himself, so be it; and he won’t bother acting like he won’t enjoy every minute of it. and being so well-trained, thanks in part to the strict discipline he maintains, means you genuinely will not do anything without his consent, just as he taught you. want to walk around (on all fours of course)? ask yunho. want to put your head in his lap? ask yunho. want to use the bathroom? ask yunho. it’s drilled into your head like a mantra and it is a mantra — yunho’s made sure of that.

pet-play gives yunho a whole new set of ways to use and control you, so whenever you play like that he’s definitely got something new he wants to do to you. now of course, if you want to be a puppy for a while and just be taken care of, yunho will do that for you — i know i sometimes portray him as… well, a bit of a sex beast, but he’s not any more ‘sexual’ than the other members; his overarching priority is loving and taking care of you in whatever way you may need, so if what you need is to curl up in his lap like a pet and just be stroked and loved on, he’ll do it and enjoy every second of it.

that being said, pet-play is overall definitely sexual for yunho. the reason for this is that, while the other members certainly enjoy having so much power and control over you, yunho doesn’t just enjoy it — it’s the absolutely biggest turn of for him, and it gets him off like nothing else. it’s his lifeblood. so of course seeing you so helpless and obedient, staring up at him with puppy eyes and whining pathetically at him, yunho can’t do anything but ruin you — doesn’t want to do anything but ruin you. the way you respond so vocally to him, follow all his commands, literally crawl next to him as he walks, is a drug to him and he can’t get enough. it makes him go a little animalistic too — rutting into you uncontrollably, grunting, growling, the works.

when he fucks you like this he absolutely, 100% breeds you; filling up your womb again and again, grabbing your hair and yanking it back as he growls in your ear about “filling you up with his pups” and “making you his breeding bitch”. and with his grip so strong and dick so deep in you, you realise with a thrilling, heart-racing feeling that if he really was serious, if he really decided to get you pregnant, there’s nothing you could do to stop him.

another thing yunho particularly likes during pet-play is scent. there’s a certain scent he always wears when he plays with you; since you started with pet-play he’s made a conscious decision to wear this same scent every time you’re a puppy, and only when you’re a puppy. by doing that, overtime he’s built a connection in your mind — one you’re not even aware of — between that scent and being down on all fours, barking and obeying him and being told what a good puppy you are. when you’re a puppy he wears that scent, which means that when he wears that scent, you’re a puppy. whenever you smell that scent you know you’re going to be a puppy today, and now, thanks to his painstaking efforts, he can make you feel like a puppy, put you in that submissive headspace, just by letting you smell him. it’s a subtle but intense form of control he has over you — all he has to do is put on that perfume and you’ll be right where he wants you, physically and mentally.

punishments are pretty rough with yunho (as always) but hardly ever necessary — anything from whipping to denial to so many orgasms it feels like torture are used on the rare occasions you’re stupid enough to disobey him. unlike seonghwa, yunho has no qualms about punishing something this cute, and the whining and puppy eyes won’t get you out of a punishment — it only makes him want to hurt you more. he is a sadist, after all.

but of course, he can also be by far the softest owner; bathing and feeding and cuddling you to sleep, whispering to you about what a sweet, precious puppy you are. whatever you need — pain or pleasure, care or abuse — yunho is there to provide it, and guide and protect you through it all.

yeosang likes (and deserves) to be worshipped, so for him pet-play is a way to do that. he’s a pretty strict owner but cares more about decorum than actual rules; as his pet, you’re beneath him, and he wants to see that you know that. kneel in front of him, kiss his shoes when he walks in the door, bow your head in deference — show him you know your place and then maybe he won’t have to put you in it. as a pet, naturally on your knees and therefore always looking up at him, you’re always naturally treating him in that way; the deference is inherent and he loves it.

coming up with this whole idea was mutual; yeosang was already your dominant, so being on your knees for him was nothing new — but on one occasion, when you sat there kneeling, staring up at him with wide eyes, he’d grabbed your chin gently, tugging on it slightly and without realising you’d let out a soft, desperate whine. he’d paused, unsure what to say before a soft, knowing smile crossed his face. “you would make a good puppy, wouldn’t you?” he’d mused — and that was, in many ways, the beginning of the end.

as i’ve mentioned before, yeosang, often seeming one of the quieter, more reserved members, strikes me as being absolutely brilliant with his words. it’s half the reserved side he shows and half the way he looks at you; the intensity of his gaze on you, as loving as it is penetrating. whatever it is, he’s a master of dirty talk, of making come undone and turn to putty in his hands just from speaking to you. that’s his favourite way to coax you into the headspace. he’ll pull you into his arms, or come up from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. he’ll whisper about what a good, precious puppy you are; how much he misses using and caring for you like that, misses his little pet until your knees start to buckle and you start to relax in his hold. he feels the moment your puppy side takes over; you slump a little, starting to lean on him fully until your legs finally gives out and he takes you properly into his arms, holding you up completely. “good girl,” he purrs, helping you down into your knees and into the proper position.

yeosang would definitely enjoy teaching you tricks — fetch, jump, roll over. he loves simple, clinical praises — “very good”, “excellent” he’d say to you. he’s the type to monitor your behaviour closely, and if it’s not up to par he’ll deal with it very quickly. no formal punishments really, just a quick smack or scolding. his favourite way to reprimand you is to grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open enough for him to shove two fingers inside; keeping you gagged and immobilised while he scolds you. “what’s this attitude, pet?” he’ll ask sweetly, knowing you can’t answer. “care to explain it?” you can’t explain it, of course, not with two fingers in your mouth. he’ll sigh disappointedly at that, shaking his head as he pulls them out. “bad girl,” he says as he slaps your face.

unlike some of the others, yeosang doesn’t mind when you talk — he actually encourages it. not because he particularly cares about anything a puppy has to say, but because when you’re in that sweet, pet-like headspace, you hear gets so fuzzy and blurry that it’s hard for you to put your words together. you can’t be blamed for that, either — not when he pats your head as you try to speak, cooing sweetly and reassuring you that “it’s okay, baby, all puppies find it hard to speak”. he loves to ask you long, complicated questions he knows you can’t answer, just to watch your face contort in confusion as you try and fail to answer him. that being said, he also loves when you’re completely unable to talk, just babbling and whining incoherently.

yeosang’s favourite thing is guiding his puppy to orgasm — low, softly spoken words as he fingers you, gently coaxing you to your climax — “you’re almost there, puppy, i can feel it, good girl”, whispered adoringly in your ear as you squirm and writhe in his hold. when you finally do come he’ll smile widely, almost grinning as he takes in the mess you’ve made. he may not seem it but he loves dirty, messy sex — so i doubt he’d be above picking up some of your juices on his fingers and either pushing them into your mouth, making you lick them clean, or licking them clean himself. either way, with yeosang you’ll be a happy, fucked-out pet no matter what.

san is a very loving owner — he loves the cute element of pet-play, which is probably why he (yes, it was him) suggested it in the first place. at first you were probably a cat; curled up in his lap, purring and nuzzling as he pets you. but quickly you realised that being a puppy is a lot more fun — and gives the both of you a lot more room to play.

something i can see san enjoying is clicker training — using a clicker to condition you and your responses. theare are two ways he might do this. the first way is simple — when you do something well, like following one of his commands or taking a punishment without complaint, he clicks the clicker as he rewards you. soon enough the clicker is the reward, and you listen desperately for it when you do something good, craving his approval. the simple act of him clicking then clicker shows you you’ve been good, that he’s pleased with you, and that’s as sweet as any real reward.

the second way is more intense — it’s similar to yunho’s perfume things except san uses this specifically with your orgasms. every time you come, whether a pet or not, he clicks the clicker; you don’t really notice it because, let’s be real, there’s a lot going on beside that — but you hear it. every time you come — sometimes from the pleasure of him fucking you, or from his fingers or vibrstor held firmly on your clit — he clicks the clicker; even when he eats you out for hours, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you without mercy, he makes sure to click the clicker for every single one. like with the perfume it builds an association between the clicker and the incredible, overwhelming orgasms san gives you. and when he starts to use it at first you don’t understand; he just made a clicking noise — why are you wet. you were watching a movie and heard a click — why are you on your knees, shaking and on the verge of release. and when you finally do catch on it doesn’t really change anything — you’re already conditioned, so the sound of that damn clicker still has you as sopping wet and leaking as ever. it’s beyond degrading to be made to have such a visceral reaction to an inanimate object — especially one used for dogs. and on the not too rare occasions where san actually makes you cum this way, that’s even worse. but he loves it, and that’s what matters.

san’s a soft dom as an owner — he melts easily at your cuteness but isn’t afraid to put you over his knee or make you eat from a dog bowl as punishment. pray none of the others know about this, because if they do (and you agree to it) their presence in the house will not stop san from making you a puppy in front of them, or dealing with your misbehaviour then and there. anyone who knows of this arrangement is more than familiar with the sight of you asleep in a dog bed, or kneeling at his feet while he eats, head bowed in contrition and humiliation after you’d done something bad earlier and been thoroughly spanked for it — in front of your guest. but while he punishes you he speaks softly and gently to you, caressing your smarting skin after each hit or praising and stroking you throughout any other punishment she chooses. as soon as he’s done he wastes no time before he takes you into his arms, cooing and doting on you.

san’s favourite thing about pet-play is how utterly useless you are. as an animal you can’t do anything for yourself and that’s exactly how he likes it — not just because it’s cute or makes him feel powerful, but because it allows him to take care of you in a way you’d never normally need. bathing you is his favourite; he adores the intimacy of having you in a tub of warm water, staring up at him contentedly while he gently washes you with soap or a warm cloth. sometimes he likes to be in there with you; holding you against his chest as he cleans you, feeling your warmth against his. it’s so relaxing you’ve been known to fall asleep like that before; he could live in those moments forever. he’ll do your skincare as well, of course; he’s an expert by now at knowing the way you like it done. and when you curl up in his arms, still whining like a puppy even in your sleep, he’ll rock you gently, enjoying the peaceful, adorable look on his face.

whatever kind of pet you are — pretty and well-behaved or adorably disobedient — san will take the best care of you even when he hurts you. because you’re his pet, and that’s what matters.

pet-play with mingi isn’t even a matter of headcanoning. like we’ve seen those concert videos — he already makes y’all bark… anyway.

mingi’s the kind of guy who’s down to try most things once so as i’ve said previously, you’d have to be a little explorative to be truly compatible with him. i think pet-play would come up as part of the exploration, in a more casual way than some of the others. you’d be fucking one day, moments away from climax when he’d grab your hair, yanking it back and whispering “bark for me” in your ear. nervously and embarrassedly, you’d let out a soft bark — more of a yip, really — and he’d groan, bucking his hips and unloading immediately. because the thing about mingi is that he doesn’t just enjoy when you do things like this, he enjoys that you do it — that in the heat of the moment when you’re desperate and strung-out on his cock, you’ll do absolutely anything to get him off. he’d consensually take advantage of that in a number of ways but i think then one that would really have done it is when you barked. it’s such an embarrassing, degrading thing to make someone do, especially when you’re already balls deep inside them, so the fact that you did it without hesitation absolutely wrecks him. and such a cute sound, too, from his incredibly cute girlfriend who’d let him do absolutely anything he liked to her and… yeah, you know where i’m going with this.

as an owner mingi is a little meaner than he is normally, but still incredibly kind and caring towards you. the only mean thing about owner!mingi is that he loves to make you truly act like a dog — barking, fetching, he even made you chase your tail once — all so he can get off on it and fuck you harder. he does his best not to laugh at you but there’s an amused (but most adoring) smile on his face whenever you obediently debase yourself for him. he’s a touchy owner too; grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks while he coos how cute you are, and of course, groping you at every opportunity. this man is horny for you, especially when you act like this.

in terms of attire i think he’d want in lingerie when you do this sort of thing; pink or black ideally, and he loves the type of lingerie with leather harnesses that cross your chest, exposing your pussy and disappearing between your ass cheeks. when you do any kind of play you’ll usually be wearing something like this; the only difference in petplay is that he’ll fix a pair of floppy ears on your head and fasten a collar around your neck. i’d bet money he also has a little collection of tails attached to, you guess it, a range of thick, molded butt-plugs; so that will also be making a regular appearance. he’d definitely want you to crawl, relishing in the way the tail swishes from side to side as your hips away with each movement. if you’re curled up in his arms he might start gently pulling and pushing the plug in and out of you — by the tail, of course — until he’s essentially fucking your ass with it. you can whine and squirm all you like and he’ll pretend not to notice — just keep doing whatever he was doing with that knowing, smug smile on his face.

there wouldn’t really be rules or punishments with mingi; you’re both just doing this to get off so there’s no need for formality — and if you behave in a way he doesn’t like he can easily fuck it out of you like he normally does.

wooyoung is definitely the biggest pet-play fiend in ateez, though yunho arguably isn’t too far behind. but while for yunho, the power he has over you when you’re his pet is what gets you off, for wooyoung, it’s the whole idea of you being his pet that he likes. of course he likes being in control and knowing he can do whatever he likes to you, who wouldn’t, but for him it’s much more about the degrading, humiliating aspect. as i mentioned before in my dom!ateez post (which i do suggest reading if you’d like to hear more, less pet-specific headcanons of ateez), wooyoung likes to laugh at you. his absolute favourite thing is when he makes you debase and humiliate yourself in front of him; when you make an utter and complete fool of yourself just to please him, and he can laugh and make fun of you the whole way. and in his mind, there’s nothing more humiliating than total dehumanisation, which is exactly where pet play came in for you.

the first time you ever did anything pet-like was during sex; throughout your relationship wooyoung had shown some ‘owner-ish’ tendencies, starting with the whole ‘good girl’ thing and ending with his obsession with the back of your neck — grabbing and guiding you by it when he walks with you, squeezing it to shut you up or keep you still, slapping it when he’s annoyed. all very owner-ish things to do but it wasn’t until he was balls deep in you, hammering you from the back when you, almost at your limit, starting begging him to let you cum and he’d told you to “bark, baby”, that either of you realised how much he (and you) liked the idea of you acting like a dog. over time he’d starting ramping it up, and before long the only way you’d be allowed to cum when he fucked you was if you barked convincingly enough. a ban on talking during sex — only unintelligible noises and whines allowed — soon followed and by the time he finally presented you with a pair of fluffy back ears, eagerly asking if you’d like to try them on, you were entirely expecting it.

you’d definitely be a puppy with wooyoung; he thinks it’s much more humiliating to bark, growl, fetch — following commands like sit and stay. you’d wondering aloud once about being a kitten and wooyoung had laughed in your face.

“a kitten?” he’d asked, grinning almost evilly. “you’re not a kitten. a kitten would sleep in my lap, look pretty and get spoiled.” he’d shaken his head, grabbing your sweet little face, holding in his hands while he stares you down. “you don’t do any of that, baby. you’re a puppy. puppies bark and whine and debase themselves just to please their owner. doesn’t that sound more like you?” flushing deeply, you’d nodded, and then he’d clipped those fluffy ears into your hair, put a collar and leash around your neck and showed you just how much of a puppy you are.

he has a few pet names he uses on you, depending on your behaviour — ‘pup’ or ‘puppy’ if you're good; ‘dog’ or ‘mutt’ when you’re bad. you’re not really bad with working though — he may not act like it with others (can’t help but being a babygirl), but wooyoung is a brat tamer. he’s extremely strict with you; borderline cruel at times (but he knows you love it).

he loves to degrade you, he even makes a game out of it; seeing if he can make you cry just from his words. and when you too — tears prickling in your eyes, sniffling and whimpering pathetically — he’ll make you cry about that, too — “you’re crying now?” he asks as if that wasn’t his intention all along. “that’s pathetic.” and you could almost think he actually disapproves, were it not for the ear-splitting grin on his face.

he’s big on humiliation too; he keeps you naked at all times, putting you in painful, exposed positions just because he can. his favourite way to humiliate you, though, is to make you grind. he’ll make you grind on his shoes, of course, laughing and teasing you the whole time, but it’s not limited to that — he’ll make you grind on anything; not just his shoes but his shins, hand, and of course his thighs. objects, too, occasionally — anything puppies do, you do. if he’s watching tv and you’re trying to get his attention because you’re needy and pent up and desperate to get fucked, he’ll just laugh, shaking his head and pushing you off. “there’s a pillow right there, pup,” he’ll say. “i’m sure you can hump that.” if you’re lucky he’ll let you ride his thighs, though he’ll ignore you the whole time — except to sharply slap your face is you slow down or distract him from whatever he’s doing — but most of the time, you’ll be humping the pillow until you cum.

he’s very into the gear of pet-play; collars, leashes etc along with the classic ears are all regulars — he has a muzzle too, but mostly uses it as a threat. his favourite thing though, is the special ‘paw’ gloves that keep your hands balled up inside, unable to use your fingers — just like a real puppy.

wooyoung may be a mean, degrading owner, but don’t think for a second he doesn’t dote on you — he does, every single second of every day. even when he mocks and borderline bullies you, there’s love and care in his eyes because to him, offering yourself up like that and letting him own you, is the purest form of love.

jongho may not be the kinkiest in ateez — though you never know, to be fair, and he definitely has an underlying dominance that would certainly be fun to explore — he definitely gets down sometimes, and i can see him liking pet-play in the right circumstances. i think puppy play would suit him best; for me he somehow has the vibes that he’d be a great dog trainer. he’s good at instilling and maintaining discipline, and that low, calm voice he speaks with would make even the naughtiest puppies sit still and listen.

the first time you tried pet-play was probably your request; maybe it was something you wanted to try, or maybe you’ve been into it for a while, and though you were nervous bringing it up, he was open and encouraging and more than happy to give it a try. pretty soon, though, he likes it as much as you — if not more. neither of you are quite sure why, but whatever the reason, it just feels so right. and he loves being so powerful over you — knowing you’ll depend and defer to him for everything and follow his every command. and an added bonus, if he enforces an ‘all fours’ rule (ie keeping you on all fours the whole time you’re a pet — no walking on your hind legs, he says), which he probably will, he’ll be constantly towering over you which he loves.

he loves what a loyal, obedient little lapdog you are; padding around on your fours after him wherever he goes, nuzzling into his touch, falling asleep on his lap — you stick to him like velcro, always needing his attention and commands to keep you a happy puppy. and if you are away from him, he can call you and he knows you’ll come crawling in, curling up quietly at his feet so as not to disturb him. i think he’d teach you some non-verbal commands too, so he can order you around more easily — thinks like whistling to summon you or get your attention, and clicking his fingers to mean ‘get on your knees’. jongho loves cute things like you — and seeing you on your knees, staring up at him with wide, anticipating eyes, so obedient that he doesn’t even have to speak to you to get you to do something, is the cutest thing in the world.

i think pet-play can be both sexual and non-sexual for jongho; it’s a pretty even split of how often you do or don’t end up fucking. at the very least he’ll end up groping you a bit; maybe under the guise of stroking you, or maybe blatant and overt — he doesn’t need an excuse to touch something he owns, after all. sometimes when you’re all cuddled up and you get a little too aware of his hand on your ass or inner thighs, you’ll start to grind against him without even realising, just trying to get some friction or stimulation. he’ll notice, of course, he’s quite observant with you, and pat your head condescendingly, tutting slightly. “desperate puppy, huh?” he mutters, but he doesn’t stop you — though nor does he help or assist you in any way. he just lets you grind, rubbing a soothing, encouraging hand up and down your back. sometimes, though, if you’re struggling to get off, almost at the edge but not quite over it, he might take pity on you and pull you gently over his lap, sticking a finger or two in your sopping, desperate pussy and fucking you with them until you finally come, yelping and squirming through your release. and once you’re done he’ll praise you proudly, stroking your hair and kissing you as you come down from the high he’d given you.

he’s not a strict owner and doesn’t really have rules — any annoying behaviour will be dealt with in a similar way to hongjoong; he’ll grab the nearest book and thump it once or twice against your ass until you get the message. but you’re so sweet and the way he talks to you is so effective that you don’t really misbehave with him anyway — you’re more than content to curl up in his lap, following his every command and being taken perfect care of in return.

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ceo!kun or ceo!san (i can’t decide lskdjf maybe both 👀) fucking you in his empty office with an evil smile, pounding into you as he pins you against the huge window, not caring if anyone sees. he has one hand flat on the window to support himself as he slightly bends over you, and the other hand is tightly gripping your boob. you whimper in both embarrassment and pleasure as he fucks you while being exposed to the public. luckily, no one was around. but it was still scary. he bites his lip and spanks your ass as he thrusts faster. he wishes he could see you from the other side of the window, with your boobs pressed against the window and your erotic expression. 

“i could do this all day (back it up back it up SJDFLSD). fuck, you feel so good around my cock”

i feel like i should continue this lol, should i idk? this is also my first dom!idol post 

Literal PERFECTION 🤌🤌

𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔡

pairing: san x fem! reader x mingi

genre: smut 

summary: sanmin fuck you within an inch of your life <3

w.c: 2.4k

warnings: dom! minsan, sub! reader, san’s a meanie, mingi’s kinda a meanie but mainly a baby boy, himbo energy, threesome, somewhat heavy focus on mxm, spit roasting, spanking, face fucking, degradation, praise, name calling, kissing, facial, cum eating, snowballing, sloppy seconds, overstim, squirting, fingering, anal fingering (m receiving), masturbation, bulge kink, breeding kink, cum inflation (for a split second), creampies 

a/n: this was a request i got by a lovely anon <3 the concept of getting absolutely ruined by minsan is so goddamn hot,, i got really lost in the sauce this time around and i’m proud to say that this is actually just unapologetic filth and nothing else so i hope you enjoy~~

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“Hey, be a little more gentle with her, San. She’s gonna break before I get a turn,” Mingi whined with a pout, releasing the grip he had on your hair to reach across your body and run his fingers along the section of your ass that still sported San’s sizable handprint, forcing his cock further into your throat, beads of saliva and pre-cum dribbling down your bulging neck and onto the already stained sheets below.

Positioned on the opposite side of Mingi with his cock drilling into your needy hole, San rolled his eyes, slamming both hands against your ass, his fingers sinking into your stinging skin and spreading it open slightly to watch his slick cock continuously get swallowed up by your hole. “You love it, don’t you, pretty slut?”

A muffled, though enthusiastic ‘mm-hmm’ left your occupied mouth.

“See, look. She wants me to break her, Min.” San hunched forward over your body, reaching for your jaw and holding it steady as Mingi continued to thrust more than half of his over-sized length into the small opening of your throat, feeling his fingers begin to grow wet with your spit. You felt his warm breath on your back and could practically hear his shit-eating smirk, not knowing his eyes were still on Mingi, simply because he couldn’t bring himself to stop watching him wreck your throat.  “Just look at her drooling all over herself like a brainless whore. She loves to get stuffed with cock, Min, that’s why we’re here,” San chimed, hoping he was educating his glossy-eyes, panting friend, giving him a crooked smile. 

“You’re–shit–right, San,” Mingi huffed out, sweat dripping past his choppy dyed hair and off of his sharp jaw, as he hunched over your body as well and reached out, gripping both sides of your ass. He spread you open further so that San could slide in and out even easier, forcing your back to arch painfully from the way you were sandwiched between them. 

San and Mingi found themselves in a similar position before, face to face, both balls-deep in a toy they preferred to share together, cocks throbbing away as they gazed at each other’s flushed, pleasure-struck faces, unable to ignore the presence of one another’s plush lips.

“Min, lemme taste you,” San mumbled, his hand moving from your jaw to your neck to clutch it, simply to feel the heaviness of his friend’s cock against his fingers as it slipped in and out of your throat. Your gurgled noises of approval and shiny, slicked-up cunt went unnoticed once San and Mingi’s lips collided, each getting a fair share of one another’s spit, their tongues eagerly licking into each other’s groaning mouths.

When Mingi was done exploring San’s open mouth, San took the lead and sucked his friend’s larger tongue into his own mouth, his flushed cheeks hallowing slightly. When he heard a whimper, San opened his eyes to witness Mingi’s big brown eyes looking right back at him. Swallowing their combined saliva down with a gulp, San let go of your throat to grab Mingi’s chin, one hand still cemented on your hip, making sure he didn’t miss a single beat when it came to drilling himself into your sopping wet hole. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you, MinMin? Huh? Are you gonna spill your load inside her tiny throat and make a big mess?” he asked in a patronizing tone, his ego growing in size when Mingi whimpered more and nodded his head quickly, a bit a drool falling from his lips. San’s dark eyes sharpened, the sides of his lips curling into a salacious smile. “Then fucking do it.”

“Okay, m’ gonna fill her fuckhole with my cum, Sannie,” Mingi exhaled delightedly, reaching down and gripping the sides of your head, suddenly pistoning his oversized length into your throat, making you gurgle and choke on it, tears spilling down your heated cheeks.

San nodded his head in agreement, wrapping his fingers around your waist so firmly, his nails left indents. “Yeah, you are. Fill her slutty little throat.” Feeling you clench tightly around him, San groaned gutturally, his eyes just about rolling into his skull, responding by jackhammering himself into your dripping cunt as quickly as he could, the sounds of your muffled cries almost louder than the lewd sound of his balls smacking against your slick skin. “Fuck, baby, you’re about to cum all over my cock just from being our own personal fuckdoll, huh?” 

A strained, muffled sound of approval exited your throat, only able to take being pounded into from both sides once more, before the dam inside you broke. Your body shuddered and your limbs almost gave out underneath you, completely zoning out from the bliss until Mingi’s cockhead slapped down onto your cheek, hot spurts of white splattering out onto your face. This was followed by something hot and sticky painting your inner walls, some of it leaking out past San’s softening length. “Fuck,” was all you could choke out, your voice a bit scratchy and deep after the abuse your throat took. 

San smiled to himself, gently rubbing your hips in soothing circles, his lower half still flush to yours. “I would pull out, but I couldn’t possibly pass up the opportunity to knock you up, baby.” 

Turning your head back to look up at San, you licked at your lips, tasting the saltiness of Mingi’s load on your tongue. “Good.” 

San beamed at your reaction, his cock starting to harden inside you, wanting to degrade you but choosing to focus on the cum that Mingi left dripping down your flushed face. “What a messy girl. You should clean yourself up.” He slid in and out of you a bit, just to feel and listen to the filthy squelching sounds, before slowly pulling out and sitting on the mattress. 

Shuddering from the sensation of cum leaking out of you, you got up and sat back down on your knees, looking back and forth between the men, gathering up some of the lukewarm liquid on your face with two fingers. You began to suck and lick at them, moaning softly, beckoning the both of them closer once your other hand slipped in between your thighs to play with yourself. 

Slipping his hand around your waist, Mingi leaned in, running his hot tongue up the side of your cheek, collecting some of the milkiness for himself. “You’re so naughty, baby,” he whispered against your ear, his other hand clasping around one of your tits to squeeze and knead it, licking along your jawline. 

San was not far behind him, his mouth already attached to your neck to suck and lick at it, two of his thick fingers pushing into you and curling up to rub at your sensitive spot. The squeaking sound that escaped your lips made him smile against your skin, slowly kissing upwards until he got to your cheek, swiping his tiny tongue across your jaw to taste Mingi for himself. He grunted, looking over to his friend, still shoving his digits in and out of you, your juices accompanying the cum dripping down his wrist. “You need to drink more water, idiot.” 

“Huh?” Mingi mumbled absentmindedly, staring dumbly at San, remembering to grab your other tit to knead it as well, pinching your nipple between two fingers. “Something wrong with my cum?” 

“It tastes bad, you big dummy,” San hissed, removing his fingers from your cunt just as your pleasure began to crescendo, holding up his shiny, cum-coated fingers near all three of your faces. “Lick. This is what it’s supposed to taste like.” 

You pouted along with Mingi, for different reasons, licking between San’s pointer and middle finger, Mingi’s tongue joining yours to lap up the dripping cum. Before you knew it, you were passing the remaining liquid into Mingi’s open mouth using your tongue, spreading your legs open wider when his hand left your chest to cup your pussy, his palm rubbing eagerly against your swollen clit. 

San pushed his fingers in between the both of your moving mouths, his cock twitching painfully into his chiseled abdomen, barely able to take watching the both of your swap spit in such a fervent manner. Groaning, he grabbed Mingi’s shoulder and squeezed it, encouraging him to pull away and look at him with barely open eyes. 

“What is it, San?” he asked softly, licking at any remnants of cum and saliva that was left on his lips. 

“I need you to stuff her with your cock, Min.” He ran a hand through Mingi’s sweaty hair, smiling. “For me.” 

Mingi smiled back at San, his cock pulsing against your thigh. “Anything for you, bro.” 

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Mingi had you in his lap on the edge of the bed, your back sticking against his heated bare chest, his large hands squeezing into your open thighs, his cock hitting your sweet spot relentlessly, so much so that your cum sprayed out of your pulsing cunt. It felt so goddamn good you were convinced that the stimulation was going to break your mind. It didn’t help that San was on his knees in between Mingi’s thighs, his fingers cupping his friend’s swollen balls and his mouth open to catch your squirt on his small pink tongue, his face soaked with your release. 

“That’s a good girl, do it again,” San praised, bringing his fingers up to rub them rapidly across your clit, pressing them harder into your bud when your hips tried to move away from his touch, not stopping until more clear liquid shot out of you and coated his already dripping tongue. “Fuck, that’s a good slut.” 

“No more,” you croaked out, your lower half so numb, you’d probably fold like a rag doll if Mingi wasn’t holding you in place. “I-i can’t!” 

“You can take it, sweetheart,” Mingi encouraged breathily, his deep voice penetrating your ears along with his heavy pants, sending a jolt of arousal into your core. He suddenly shuddered, emitting a surprisingly whiny moan upon feeling San’s tongue drag up his perineum to his sensitive balls, encouraging him to buck up into you to chase his high. 

San ran his palms up Mingi’s large thighs, squeezing into them the way Mingi was gripping yours, his thumbs teasing his friend’s puckering hole. Smirking at the sound of Mingi’s soft whimpering, San slipped a finger inside, feeling Mingi slowly begin to grind against it on his own.

Mingi’s jaw hung open, too consumed with lust to notice another finger sliding into him until he felt a sudden, powerful crackle of pleasure erupt from within his core. “Oh, fuck, that’s it, right there, right there,”  Mingi groaned, almost growling his words out, digging his fingers into your bruising skin and slamming himself into you even rapidly than before, sending you into a state of euphoria. 

San stroked himself vigorously, the muscles in his upper and lower arms straining so hard the veins bulged out, a bit of sweat sliding along his smirking face. “Oh, yeah? Does it feel that good, Min? Are you gonna cum in our plaything’s tight little cunt again?” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah–” Mingi could hardly speak, his body and mind completely overloaded with pleasure, to the point that tears began to form inside his hazy eyes, so close that he couldn’t possibly control the whines and whimpers that were joining your own, the both of your bodies unconsciously moving in tandem so that you could reach your highs together. 

San took delight in the visual of his friend and fucktoy completely falling apart in front of him, his fist squeezing around his cockhead, pre-cum spilling out, the slick allowing him to pleasure himself as fast as possible.“Fuck–Pump…her full…nnngh…of your cum, Min. Please, just make her nice and full for me,” San practically begged, so close to his own high that he didn’t care how desperate he sounded. 

“Cumming, I’m cumminggg,” Mingi moaned whinily, slack jawed, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, letting go of one of your thighs to press his hand down against your lower abdomen, feeling the outline of his cock, swearing he felt your tummy bulge out ever so slightly the longer he drained his seemingly endless cumshot into your cunt. 

You couldn’t even begin to form words, your orgasm doing the talking for you, letting out a few small, stunted moans, your entire body seizing up, spilling your release all over Mingi’s lap. You were so gone, you hardly noticed San suddenly standing up in front of the both of you, whispering something dirty and slapping his cock down onto your used pussy, his load spurting out and coating your mound, mixing with Mingi’s load, as it was already seeping out of you and down your ass. 

“Pull out now, Min,” San commanded softly, watching Mingi slowly slide his cock out with a small squelch, lowering himself back down to the floor to get a close up view of the absolute mess that was pouring out of your used hole, his thumbs spreading you apart. You were stretched wide and filled up with so much cum, San was ready to shed a tear from such a beautiful sight. A moment of silence, mixed with quiet pants and sighs went by, before San came up with a brilliant plan. “Should we stuff her hole together?” 

Wiping some sweat away from his forehead, Mingi tilted his head to the side, perking up, as though he were intrigued. “Like cock to cock?” 

San licked at his lips, tasting you on them. “Yup.” 

Mingi mirrored him, licking at his plush lips as well, eventually sighing to himself. “Double stuffed…”

San nodded, chuckling. “That’s right.” 

Once he exchanged a sleazy look with his friend, Mingi slowly looked down at you, his gaze darkening.

“Yummy.” 

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warnings — nsfw link, hard dom!jongho, sub!fem reader, overstim, mention of multiple orgasms, pinning, degrading, pet names (princess, doll, baby)

Imagine this was Jongho?

“Such a good girl for me, doll.” Jongho sped up his thrusts. With his nails digging into your skin and his hips slamming against your backside, it was enough to make you feel like you were flying.

Your desperate moans were muffled from the pillow in front of you. You didn’t care if he was smushing you into the bed; it felt too good for you to try and move. You felt lightheaded by his movements and your world was spinning. Was it too much? Maybe, but you could care less.

“Baby,” he whispers lowly in your ear. “you hear yourself? You hear how wet you are? Your little cunt is begging for me.”

He knew exactly how to drive you crazy.

“J-Just shut up and f-fuck me!” you moaned louder than expected. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck and pushes you further into the bed. He made sure you could feel him digging into you.

“My pretty princess. You loved getting treated like a whore,” he growls a bit. “‘lil cocksleeve for me, right?”

When he didn’t get an answer, his hand connected with your ass. You flinched and moaned in response, but that wasn’t what he wanted.

“Words, doll.”

“Y-Yes! Fuck-!” You cry out loud. Eventually he took his hand off your neck but that didn’t stop the torrent of thrusts and slaps on your ass. You continued to melt under his touch as your orgasm neared, walls twitching and tightening around his cock.

“You gonna cum? Be a fucking whore and cum all over me,” he demanded and you did. You came all over him for a fourth time that night. The night you meant to spend with your friends but he had you held up in this position for over an hour.

“Naughty little girl.” he growled, nails scouring into your skin. “Keep cumming for me baby. Keep fucking cumming.”