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room for three (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: stood up at the bar on a saturday night, you decide to have one more drink and then head home, but a handsome couple has other ideas in mind.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. for everyone wondering why i've been quiet, i'm on the mend from covid but finally feeling better and writing again! more to come very soon, including more into the aurora. x

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, established yunhwa relationship, mmf, praise, degredation, impact play, suggestive language, oral (f receiveing), oral (m receiving), rough sex, noona kink, use of 'whore' but in a sexy way, extremely intense orgasms, big dick yunho, talented dick hwa, cute husbands adding a third

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: nothing but smut here

word count: 9.1K

my masterlist || read it on AO3 || the sequel; and if i stay

              After an hour, you’re sure he’s not coming. You can’t say you’re too disappointed, another in a long line of blind dates set up by your mother trying to find you a husband, and you’re starting to think that maybe this just isn’t for you.

It’s not the first time you’ve been stood up, but it’s the first time in a long while and you had forgotten the sting of it. The way it feels to a be a woman alone at the restaurant bar, checking your phone endlessly and nursing a drink, feeling the pity of the wait staff and bartenders when you tell them you’ll wait just a little bit longer.

You had started off with water, but around the thirty-minute mark you decided it was a fifty-fifty chance he was ditching you, and you should just start drinking. You’re paced with your first cocktail, still giving this faceless man the benefit of the doubt. Traffic could be bad, work could be crazy, phone lines everywhere in Seoul could be down, or he could have just decided against meeting you.

              Sipping the end of your cocktail, you sigh. It’s also possible that he made it to the restaurant, saw you, and left, but that’s a thought you can’t entertain for too long without feeling sad about being thirty and single.

              Your phone lights up with a text message and you open it to see the incoming message from your best friend – how is it??? is he cute??

              a no show – you respond quickly, and you see the bubble pop up immediately to indicate that she’s typing.

              what an ass – she says, and then a second message comes through – you deserve a drink.

              way ahead of you – you tell her, sending her a picture of your fancy looking cocktail.

              pick up a handsome stranger – she suggests with a cheeky emoji – and never agree to a blind date from your mom again.

              haha – you roll your eyes as you type – i’m just going to go home, order pizza, and watch a movie or something

              suit yourself – she sends with a shrugging emoji – call me later

              You sigh, sending her a thumbs up and leaning back from the bar. It’s a pretty restaurant, romantic and warm, and you really would have liked to eat here. You watch the ice in your glass melting for a minute and check the time. You should go home, kick off these ridiculously high heels, and find something infinitely more comfortable to wear than this dress.

              You’re a moment away from standing up and going to going to coat check when the bartender returns and slides another drink in front of you with a smile.

              “Oh,” you shake your head slightly, “I didn’t order another drink,”

              “It’s from the gentlemen across the bar,” he nods over his shoulder in a vague direction.

              “Thank you,” you tell him, and you’re sure the surprise is evident on your face. As he leaves to tend to other patrons, you turn and look for the men who sent you the drink.

              The first thing you realize is how striking they are, and the one with the sharp eyes raises his glass to you and nods with a smile. The man next to him, with kind eyes and an easy, relaxed air about him simply gives you a warm smile before turning back to his friend.

              You recover quickly from your surprise and nod back in thanks. They make no effort to get up, and both have already looked away from you, so you accept the drink quietly and settle back into your seat at the bar for just one more. The only thing is that you can’t stop glancing over at them, handsome and ignoring you, which just about always describes your type. The kind looking taller man stands, and you watch him out of the corner of his eye as he drops a handful of bills on the bar. He leans in close to his friend and murmurs something in his ear, and you watch when his hand rests on the back of his neck, and softly strokes the hair at the nape of his neck. More than friends then.

              As the tall one disappears back into the restaurant, presumably to find the bathroom or check on their table, you realize these men are clearly a couple who realized you had been stood up and sent you a drink. It was sweet, and also kind of sad, and you draw your eyes back down to your phone to finish your drink in relative peace and silence.

              It startles you when a man slides into the seat next to you, and you realize it’s the one with the striking eyes and plush mouth, no longer across the bar but right here in front of you. He smiles wide, revealing perfectly white teeth, “Hello,” he says and his voice is deeper than you expected.

              “Hi,” you shift in your seat to angle towards him just a bit, “I guess I should be thanking you for the drink,”

              He shakes his head, waving your thanks away, “Forgive me if I’m assuming something here,” he says, “but you look dressed for a date.”

              “Mm,” you nod and shrug, “he didn’t show,”

              “I thought that might be the case,” he says, and he breaks your gaze to reach out for the bartender, ordering two more drinks with an easy silent hand gesture.

              “And you?” You ask him, a striking flutter in your stomach when he looks at you again, “Are you and your partner waiting for a table?”

              “Husband,” he corrects softly and then moves smoothly past it, “No, we just stopped by for a drink or two. We just noticed you sitting alone and thought we might be able to make your night a little better,”

              “That’s very kind,” you smile, relaxing into some easy conversation. He’s handsome, and it makes you feel a little like blushing every time he looks at you, but knowing the pressure is off for flirting leaves you feeling more comfortable than not.

              “I’m Seonghwa,” he introduces himself.

              “y/n,” you reply.

              “That’s pretty,” he smiles, and as the bartender returns with the two drinks you realize one isn’t for you, but for his husband. You had most of the drink that they bought you left, and you take a quick sip as Seonghwa thanks the bartender and takes one of the drinks.

              You’re about to thank him again or find something to make conversation about, when a hand drops onto the back of your chair and Seonghwa’s husband steps closer, occupying the space between your two bar seats and feeling even taller standing over you. He’s handsome too, especially up close where you can really be dazzled by his kind smile and broad shoulders.

              “There you are,” the man smiles down at Seonghwa and then turns to you, “I’m Yunho,”

              “y/n,” you tell him, and you don’t miss the way Seonghwa’s hand reaches around Yunho to rest on his back.

              “That is pretty,” he nods, and then he refocuses on the drinks at the bar, “is that for me?”

              Seonghwa nods and passes him the glass.

              Yunho’s hand stays anchored on the back of your chair, but you don’t mind. You’re tucked up close with them at the bar, these two strangers, but it feels comfortable and easy, and almost like you’re sharing a little secret amongst the three of you. You don’t mind not being alone at the bar anymore either.

              “So, your date,” Yunho moves the light conversation back to you, “did he get stuck at work or something?”

              “Ah,” you sigh, shaking your head, “no, he’s just a no show. It was a blind date though, so maybe I dodged a bullet.”

              “I’d say so,” Seonghwa observes.

              “His loss,” Yunho agrees, “I’m sure he’d be kicking himself if he knew how beautiful you are,”

              His tone is almost flirtatious, and you can’t hide the blush that warms your cheeks, aided slightly by the second cocktail. “Well,” you take a sip of your drink, “thank you,”

              “I never liked blind dates,” Seonghwa’s nose scrunches a bit at the idea and Yunho laughs.

              “You went on one,” Yunho shakes his head, “and you were twenty. Of course, it was terrible,”

              Seonghwa smirks up at him, “I meant I never liked the idea of them,”

              They’re sweet together, and you think idlily for a moment you wouldn’t mind being their friend.

              Yunho turns back to you and holds your gaze, “Do you do this a lot, then?”

              “Blind dates?” You clarify and he nods. “Lately,” you smile, “I’m doing my best to appease my very nervous mother,”

              “Ah,” he takes a long sip of his drink and then asks, “no promising candidates?”

              “Not yet,” you laugh, “I think I’m about to give up dating men entirely.”

              Yunho hums, a low pleased sound and looks to Seonghwa before meeting your eyes, “You need someone to take care of you.”

              The tone has shifted from casual joking to whatever this is with one look, and you feel a sudden strike of heat in your stomach. There’s no mistaking his gaze now, and you wonder suddenly how you got so far out into such deep water.

              Seonghwa’s voice is low and direct when he says, “We could take care of you.”

              You lower your drink to the bar, afraid that if you don’t it might slip right through your fingers, and they watch you carefully. The way your eyes widen in surprise and your lips part softly, a pink flush up your neck and cheeks. When you shift on your barstool, your legs tightening, unconsciously applying a little pressure to your core, they know they have you.

              “I’m not sure I understand,” you manage.

              “If you’re interested,” Seonghwa leans forwards just a few inches, “we’d like to take you home with us.”

              “Tonight?” you ask.

              Yunho grins, quietly laughing, “Yes, tonight.”

              “But I thought you were,” you gesture between them, drawing a line in the air from Seonghwa to Yunho and back again.

              “We are,” Seonghwa smiles, “but that doesn’t mean we aren’t interested in you, and we still would like to take you home.”

              You’re suddenly a little embarrassed, you didn’t mean to assume anything about their relationship or their sexuality, but you’d be lying if you said this is what you expected when they came over to have a drink with you. You nod, mostly to yourself and consider their words. You want them, a striking realization. You want them, and you want them to take you apart, and that thought terrifies you.

              “What does taking me home mean, exactly?” You ask.

              “It means you would spend the night with us,” Seonghwa explains.

              “All of us,” you clarify, “together?”

              “If you’d like,” he nods.

              They wait patiently while you consider things, and in the back of your mind you hear your best friend’s voice in your head, she had suggested you find a handsome stranger. You certainly didn’t expect to find two. You look between them, their eyes still warm and kind, and you have a sense that you can trust them. As you take a breath to answer them, you hope you aren’t wrong, “Okay,”

              “You don’t have to be nervous,” Yunho says softly, and you’re suddenly aware of how close he’s been standing to you this whole time, “we’ll take good care of you.”

              For some reason, you believe him.

              You swallow hard, your skin buzzing with anxious anticipation. Seonghwa seems visibly relaxed now that you’ve agreed, and he takes a sip of his drink, “We’ve been looking for someone to dote on,”

              They seem amused by your expression, and you shake it off come back to reality. You’ve had one night stands before, but they’re few and far between and never quite like this, but no matter how safe they are making you feel now, you should treat it like any other time in the past. You clear your throat softly and ask, “Would you be uncomfortable if I shared your address with my friend?”

              “Not at all,” Yunho shakes his head, “whatever makes you feel more comfortable.”

              You take your phone off the bar and open your texts, tapping out a quick message to your friend to let her know you took her advice, and you’d call her tomorrow, before sharing your location with her indefinitely.

              “Once you’re ready,” Seonghwa nods to your drink on the bar.

              “Oh,” You push the drink away slightly, “honestly, I’d rather keep a clear head.”

              “Of course,” he smiles, and lays his hand on top of yours.

              “I’ll order a car,” Yunho says, and he quickly organizes an Uber ride to pick you up outside the restaurant.

              It feels like before you can blink, you’re tucked between the two of them in the back of a black sedan, their apartment only twenty minutes away in the evening Seoul traffic. The ride is quiet, and you hope they can’t hear the way your heart is pounding against your ribs. This was easily the most spur of the moment thing you’ve ever done, but after months of failed dates with boring men you don’t seem to care.

              Seonghwa gently runs the back of his knuckles down your forearm, and you inhale sharply, your skin erupting in goosebumps. He looks over to you, but his hand against your arm doesn’t still, “You okay, love?”

              You nod, but you’re unable to really say anything after the way his voice sounded, low and crisp when he called you love. Something deep inside you wants him to say it again.

              The car drives on, and Yunho seems calm and collected as he watches the city flick by outside. Your body tenses when he drops a hand on your bare knee, sliding it up just enough so that his fingertips rest softly on your inner thigh, his thumb stroking your knee slowly, steadily. You can’t help but picture him moving his hand further up your thigh, under your skirt, teasing your wet folds with his long fingers, sinking them inside you. You don’t even realize the way you’ve parted your knees for him like a reflex, only an inch or two wider, but he smiles softly at your response and continues watching out the window.

              You notice the thin, simple ring he wears on his index finger and realize that neither of them is wearing a traditional wedding band.

              “We’re not far now,” Seonghwa tells you, and you nod, shaken out of your thoughts.

              Yunho’s hand stays steady on your knee, possessive, the weight of it grounding you to the moment as the car finally turns down their street and slows to a stop, hazard lights on. Yunho opens his door, tightening the hand on your knee for just a moment before pulling away and climbing out of the car, and your breath quickens.

              He offers you his hand, and you take it gratefully, you don’t want to be unsteady on your heels or in this tight dress. The street is busy, cars rushing past you in the night, and Yunho keeps you tucked between himself and the car, maneuvering you with ease and a hand on your waist.

              You meet Seonghwa on the sidewalk, and he waves you towards the tall apartment building. You pass through an entry way with a doorman who greets Seonghwa and Yunho kindly, calling you miss even though you’re pretty sure you’re older than both men by a couple of years, and get into an elevator to take you to the tenth floor.

              The building is nice, incredibly nice. Far nicer than yours, and you wonder what their jobs could be to accommodate something like this in such an expensive part of Seoul.

              Once inside their apartment, the gentle tension between the three of you diffuses, as you’re finally able to acknowledge more openly what’s about to happen. You step into their space and look around, wide windows along the far wall, clean and neat décor – masculine with a few interesting accents, and it’s overwhelmingly clean.

              “Welcome,” Seonghwa takes your coat and hangs it neatly in the entryway closet before ushering you more properly inside. “I’ll get you some water? Unless you’ve changed your mind about the drink?”

              “Water’s fine,” you smile, and he steps through the open concept space into a large, bright kitchen.

              “This apartment is beautiful,” you say as you take it in.

              “Thank you,” Yunho smiles, seeming even more relaxed now that he’s at home, “we love it here. It’s right in the middle of everything,”

              “What is it that you both do?” You ask, trying to find a tactful way of finding out how they could possibly afford the space.

              Seonghwa returns with your water, and they bring you into the living room, gesturing for you to make yourself comfortable on the sofa. Yunho takes a seat on chair opposite you, “Seonghwa’s a writer,” he smiles up at his husband, clearly proud, “and I’m a lawyer,”

              “That’s interesting,” you lean forwards, and Seonghwa moves past you to sit on the sofa with you.

              Yunho makes a face and shrugs, “It’s contract law, so not that interesting really, but he’s published now.”

              Seonghwa looks a little shy while his husband touts his accomplishments, and shakes his head, “it’s nothing, really.”

              Yunho shakes his head, “It’s two books,”

              “That’s impressive actually,” you tell him, “novels?”

              “Yes,” he nods.

              “I’d love to see,”

              “Another time,” Seonghwa shakes his head and waves Yunho off, who you can tell is a breath away from running to the bookshelf.

              Seonghwa shifts a little closer to you on the couch, “What about you?”

              “Oh,” you smile, “I’m an engineer,” a job that the men you dated often found intimidating.

              “Interesting,” he replies, “do you like it?”

              “Very much,” It feels suddenly like you’re on a real date with them, and you’re grateful that they are easing you into their space and the night, it helps your nerves melt away. “How did you two meet?”

              “College,” Yunho looks to Seonghwa, and you can see the deep affection in his face.

              “That’s nice,” you murmur.

              “y/n,” Seonghwa clears his throat, “can I ask how old you are?”

              “I’m thirty,” you offer without hesitation, “and I’m a little upset that you guys have a much nicer apartment than I do when you’re younger than me.”

              Yunho chuckles and shrugs, and after a beat you find yourself asking too, “How old are you both, then?”

              “Twenty-seven,” Yunho offers and nods to Seonghwa, “he’s twenty-eight.”

              “Two books by twenty-eight,” you sigh, “I see why you talk him up,” you say to Yunho, and he smiles, eyebrows raised to Seonghwa.

              You take a long sip of water and it’s quiet, a lull in conversation, and you watch as Yunho and Seonghwa silently communicate something with their eyes.

              “Is there anything else you need?” Seonghwa hand rests on your leg for a moment.

              “No, I think I’m fine,”

              “Then we should discuss tonight,” Seonghwa says, “we’d like to be sure we understand your boundaries.”

              “Oh,” you’re surprised again, “okay, that makes sense. We hardly know each other,”

              “Exactly,” he nods, before looking to Yunho and giving him a nod.

              Yunho leans forwards in his chair, elbows on his knees and he gently clasps his hands in front of him before he says, “First, I should ask, do you have any hard lines? Anything specific that makes you uncomfortable?”

              “I don’t think so,” you search your brain, but can’t come up with anything.

              He nods and adjusts, “Let me ask it a little differently,” he says, “are you comfortable being more submissive?”

              You blush, and Yunho smiles, loving the way you jumped into this experience headfirst but still seem completely embarrassed by the logistics of it. You nod a beat later to respond to his question, “I’d prefer it,” you tell him honestly.

              “That’s good,” his eyes flick to Seonghwa, and back to you. “If I had to guess, you seem like you would enjoy praise, but how about a little degradation? Name calling and more targeted dirty talk?”

              Your stomach tightens at his words, and you nod again, “All good.”

              “And pain?” He checks.

              “What do you mean?” You fold your arms unconsciously, leaning back and crossing your arms in front of you, which does not go unnoticed by either of them. The spectrum of pain that could be incorporated into sex is a wide one, and you’re suddenly nervous.

              “It’s okay if you don’t like it,” he assures you, “it’s just good for us to know before we start anything.”

              “I mean,” you let your arms drop, and try to delicately work out exactly what he means, “rough sex is fine, that can be good, and I don’t mind light things, I guess? I just wouldn’t want to,” you knot your hands together, “actually be in pain, I don’t think I would like that.”

              He nods along with your words, “I understand,” he says, holding your gaze, “we won’t hurt you.”

              “Last thing,” Seonghwa brushes a hand down your back, “if you want to stop for anything – to take a break, to stop altogether, or if you don’t like something, just tell us. We want you to feel safe with us,”

              “I do so far,” you admit.

              “Well then,” Seonghwa smiles and looks to Yunho, “is there anything else?”

              “Ah,” Yunho nods, “birth control. Should we be concerned about that, would you prefer we wear condoms?”

              “I’m on birth control, but,” you look between them, “is this something you do often?”

              Yunho shakes his head, a warm, small smile on his lips, “No, and we’ve been tested since our last additional partner. What about you?”

              You laugh and shrug, “I haven’t gotten out much lately, and at my last physical I tested clean,”

              “Then we’re comfortable if you are,”

              “I am,” you nod, and Yunho leans back in his seat, looking pleased. You were both taking some things on faith about each other, but everything’s felt shockingly right since the bar, and with the way Yunho was carefully walking through your boundaries beforehand, you feel like you can trust them.

              Yunho leans back in his chair fully, his legs seated wide open, and his eyes darken. “Hwa,” he nods to his husband, and you realize you’re about to start – no longer talking in hypotheticals.

              “y/n,” Seonghwa’s voice is soft and a little tender, “come here, love.”

              You lean towards him, and slowly he presses his mouth to yours. He’s careful with you, kissing you with closed lips and settling his hand on your hip, but slowly he starts to probe forwards. His tongue dips deliciously into your mouth as your lips part, and his hands start to stray as he moves to hover over you as you still sit side by side on the couch.

              Seonghwa’s lips move across your jaw and slowly down your throat, when his hand on your ribs tightens, you gasp pleasantly.

              “Mm,” Seonghwa hums against your throat, “you’re so responsive,”

              At a nip of his teeth you jump, a little shockwave running over you. You shift to kiss his lips again, and he drags you forwards against him so you can hold onto his shoulders. You hum against his lips and try to shift so that you’re facing him better on the couch but the tight column of your dress gets in the way of your movement.

              Seonghwa tugs collar of the navy-blue dress a little and you feel his fingers find the zipper on the back, “Let’s take this off you, hmm?”

              You nod, all you seem to be able to do with your brain short circuiting like this, and he drags the zipper down to expose your back to the cool air of the apartment. Seonghwa peels it away from you with ease, and it pools at your waist. You’ll need to stand to shimmy it off fully, but he doesn’t seem to be in any rush.

              He drinks you in, and you’re suddenly grateful that you chose the underwear you did. He cups your breast over your bra, a little lace in peachy pink, and squeezes softly. “Isn’t she perfect?” Seonghwa turns and looks to Yunho.

              You had almost forgotten he was in the room, so quiet while you and Seonghwa explored each other, but when you follow his gaze, you see Yunho’s eyes dark with desire his lips wet. “Perfect,” he confirms.

              Seonghwa stands and pulls you to your feet, and he loosens the zipper on the back of your dress the rest of the way. With a slide of his hands he strips the fabric off you, his hands splayed wide on your thighs as he settles behind you.

              Yunho holds a handout to you, and you step forwards, Seonghwa’s hands falling away.

              “Come sit,” he adjusts his legs and pats his thigh, prompting you to straddle him on the chair and sit on his lap, facing him.

              His gaze is exposing, and you can feel yourself blushing when you look away from him. He makes a negative noise with his tongue against his teeth, and he raises your eyes with his and on your jaw, “What’s the matter, baby?”

              “Nothing,” you shake your head, “I just don’t know that anyone’s ever looked at me this closely before,”

              He smiles and looks down at your body, pressing softly on your chest to make you lean away from him a little, and you brace yourself with a hand behind you on his knee. He drags his middle and ring finger down your body, starting at your breastbone and coasting slowly over your stomach, dipping along your navel, and stopping just above the hemline of your panties. He strokes the skin here, massaging it gently, “You deserve to be looked at,” he lets his thumb slip under your panties, continuing his massaging circles, “and to be touched.”

              “Oh,” you shiver, and he likes the way you’re already twitching with need above him.

              “Do you want to be touched?” his thumb slides lower and brushes it lightly your skin.

              You nod, a little desperately, “Yes,” you already sound a little breathless.

              “Not yet,” he moves suddenly, sitting up and dragging you forwards against him in one smooth movement, and he catches your mouth with his, he’s lips insistent and hungry against yours.

              His hands roam your body, palming each breast, sweeping along your hips and thighs, and squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. You can’t help the soft moan that slips out of your mouth when he catches your bottom lip with his teeth, and he sighs into you.

              “Yunho,” Seonghwa’s voice cuts through and you both break the kiss to turn to him, “let’s take her to bed, hmm?”

              “Mhm,” he holds you close and hoists himself standing, pulling your legs up around his hips and hooking one of his arms under your hips to hold you up, “Let’s go,”

              “You can put me down,” you offer him.

              “Not a chance,” his hands squeeze you.

              Once in the bedroom, he deposits you in the center of their king mattress, appraising you and waiting for Seonghwa.

              “You look good in our bed,” Seonghwa observes, his voice dropping at the sight of you.

              You push up on your elbows, “Where should we start?”

              “Just relax,” Yunho eases you, “we’re in no rush,”

              Yunho moves behind Seonghwa, dropping his head to nuzzle softly against his temple, bringing his arms around Seonghwa’s shoulders. Your mouth runs dry the minute you watch Yunho’s mouth working against Seonghwa’s throat, and his hands start to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, bearing Seonghwa’s chest to you little by precious little.

              You inhale sharply and watch Seonghwa drop his head back to bare his neck, adorned in a fine gold chain, his eyes slipping shut and letting himself sink into the tender ministrations of his lover. As Yunho runs his hands up Seonghwa’s chest slowly, your legs part on their own and the hand you had resting on your stomach starts to creep lower.      

              You can’t tear your eyes away from them, Seonghwa’s chest rising and falling in quick pants as Yunho sucks on his pulse points and runs his thumb across a nipple. You dip your fingers under your panties, sinking your fingers into your already wet folds, and start to circle your fingers expertly on your already swollen clit.

              At a broken little whimper from your lips, Yunho and Seonghwa both look to you and for a moment they watch the way your hand bobs up and down, fabric straining over the back of your knuckles, but then Seonghwa steps forwards and seizes your wrist, pulling your hand free.

“We told you,” He kneels on the bed by your side, “we’ll take care of you.” He raises your hand to his lips and takes your wet fingers into his mouth, tongue curling around your digits and sucking off any evidence of your arousal.

              “Oh,” you breathe, nearly groaning at the sensation.

              He slides your fingers slowly from his mouth, kissing the tips softly before dropping your hand back on your stomach and sliding off the bed again. In the interim, Yunho has stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, and you’re electric with anticipation.

              “You have to taste her,” Seonghwa says, unbuckling his belt to drop his trousers, leaving him in just his boxers.

              “I will,” Yunho assures him, and the promise of it has you aching to be touched.

              Seonghwa slips back onto the bed with you, only this time he slides down to lay next to you, rolling you to face him on your side and kisses you hard, his lips more insistent this time and his hand tight on your hip. The bed dips behind you, and Yunho brings himself close to your back, almost spooning. He runs his hand along your thigh and presses it up, maneuvering your one leg up and bent at the knee, and Seonghwa deftly catches it and holds it hitched over his hip.

              You’re trembling when Yunho starts to touch you, running his finger along your clothed slit, and you want to beg for more, but Seonghwa won’t let you leave his kisses for anything but air. Yunho knows though, reading your body’s twitches and jerks, and he hooks his finger under the edge of your panties to push them aside and sink a single finger inside you. You gasp against Seonghwa’s mouth and Yunho kisses your bare shoulder, “You’re so tight, baby,” he works his finger in and out of you slowly, “do you really think you can take us?”

              Seonghwa smiles against your mouth and his fingers tighten on your thigh, “Too tight for Yunho’s fingers?”

              All you can manage is a moan, and when Yunho pulls out this time, he adds a second finger and presses you open more. “We can work you open,” he breaths against your back, warm breath on your bare skin, “don’t worry, baby.”

              “Oh my god,” you can’t believe how good they are at this, practiced in how to touch and what to say, and you know there’s no coming back from this, every touch making you more insatiable.

              Yunho’s fingers leave you, and he leans away to unhook your bra, sliding the straps down and you maneuver with them to take it off and toss it aside. Seonghwa moves closer, impossibly so, and slides his leg between yours, pressing up firmly with his thigh against your center. He slips a hand into your hair and holds you firmly before holding your gaze tightly and nodding, his thigh flexing under you.

              You know what he wants instantly, and you rock against him, grinding yourself down on his bare thigh, the rough lace of your underwear creating sharp friction against your clit. Yunho’s hand slips between you, palming your bare breast and tweaking your nipple, flicking and rolling it as it pebbles up hard under his fingers.

              Seonghwa’s face has a hardened edge to it now, and you hold onto him desperately as you work yourself against him, embarrassingly close to coming already. He adjusts his hold on your hair and holds you tight, “Come on then,” he taunts you, “you wanted to make yourself come so badly,”

              “Oh god,” you try to drop your eyes, but he holds you steady, his free hand delivering a quick slap to your backside.

              You jolt, whimpering into a moan, and Yunho massages the spot to soothe the sting. When you come it’s fast against Seonghwa’s thigh, and they let you drop back against the bed a moment later.

              Yunho pulls his shirt over his head and lays back flat against the bed, getting himself comfortable before he turns to you. You’re looking into his eyes when you feel a tug on your panties, Seonghwa pulling them down and off you.

              “I need you to come up here,” Yunho grins, tapping his chin. 

              “What do you,” you’re starting to say, put Seonghwa has already pulled you up and away from Yunho before you can finish your sentence.

              “You’re going to sit on his face,” Seonghwa says, not a question but a command, “and he’s going to make you come.”

              Your breath is caught in your throat, but you’re ready, throwing your nerves and any lingering self-consciousness out the window. Seonghwa watches as you move to climb onto Yunho, but he interrupts you when he sees which way you’ll be facing. “Turn the other way,” he says, and guides you until you straddle Yunho, resting two hands on his chest to hold yourself steady.

              Yunho pulls you down sharply, his tongue probing your slick folds to find your clit. His arms wrap tightly around your hips to hold you steady, and you’re left to do nothing but hold yourself up and rock your hips against his tongue.

              “Eyes on me,” Seonghwa says, and your head snaps up. Seonghwa pulls Yunho’s boxers down his legs with ease, and your eyes widen at the sight of his cock standing hard at attention. You moan, wanting him with such a sudden heat that your hips drop down a little further and you hear Yunho hum, pleased and encouraging.

              Seonghwa drops between Yunho’s legs, and though Seonghwa himself is not a small man, between Yunho’s thighs and long legs he looks it. You watch as Seonghwa starts to work Yunho’s cock, rolling his wrist and pumping up and down his thick length. Yunho moans into you and sucks your clit sharply in response, your brain spiking with pleasure, and you collapse further down onto Yunho.

              “I’ll show you what he likes,” Seonghwa says, and he dips his head to accept Yunho in his mouth. His hips jerk, and Seonghwa slaps Yunho’s thigh softly as if to tell him off. Seonghwa bobs his head up and down Yunho’s cock, as far down as he can take him comfortably and you are flushed with heat, a tight knot of pleasure building inside you.

              Yunho moans into you again and your legs start to shake, his constant attention to your clit driving you up fast and you can’t control the sounds that leave you now. Seonghwa pulls off Yunho when he hears you, and reaches up to take your chin, “Spit,” he commands, holding out his hand and you comply easily, pooling saliva in your mouth and letting it run from your lips into his hand.

              Seonghwa drops the hand you spit into on Yunho’s throbbing cock and works his hand faster now, the sound slick and wet and with Seonghwa’s eyes on you, you come again, falling fully onto Yunho’s chest and abdomen and arching your hips, letting him hold you to his tongue for as long as possible until he’s sure you’ve come through it.

              He pulls away from you with a gasp, “Hwa, stop, stop,” and you see the way Yunho’s hips are jerking, thrusting his cock into Seonghwa’s tight hand, too close to coming for how early it is in the night.

              Seonghwa pulls his hand away, and leans forward to kiss you, tender, “You’re doing so well,”

              You smile, dreamy, and ease yourself off Yunho.

              Yunho sits up, pulling you into his arms with ease, “Look at you,” he kisses you and smiles, “you’re perfect,”

              “Love,” Seonghwa brushes his hand along your thigh, “what do you need?”

              Your hand drifts, coasting down Yunho’s front, and you run your hand along his hard cock. Yunho groans softly, his eyes fluttering shut, and you kiss his chest, “I want you in my mouth,”

              Yunho pants slightly as you pump your hand, but you turn in his arms to look at Seonghwa, “and I want you inside me,”

              Seonghwa’s lips quirk into a smile and he chuckles, “Is that how you want to be treated, love? Like a whore?”

              No one’s ever called you that before, and you whine unexpectedly, Seonghwa watching when your face melts into a needy pout, and he knows he’s unlocking something for you.

              “If that’s what you want,” he shrugs, and he taps Yunho to tell him it’s time to move into a new position.

              When Yunho shifts off the bed to stand, Seonghwa kneels behind you, and he pulls your hips up fast to position you on all fours. The head of his cock is pressing at your entrance a second later, and he pushes down on your back to arch you open.

              “Please,” you look back at him, “please fuck me,”

              He shakes his head, “Take him in your mouth first,” He says, “as far as you can,”

              Yunho steps towards you, and you open your mouth eagerly, ready and waiting. He cups your chin and sinks his hand into your hair, holding the back of your head steady as he shifts his hips forwards and slides his cock over your wet tongue.

              You hear him exhale hard through his nose, and you extend your neck to take him further, your mouth stretched wide around him, and your throat opens to accept as much of him as you can take. He bumps the back of your throat, and you choke around him, your gag reflex firing and he slides himself out of your mouth. You shake your head, a heaving gasp on your lips, “No, no, I want to try again,”

              Yunho looks down at you, his tongue against his teeth as he holds himself back from throwing restraint away and fucking you throat, “Is that right? You want to choke on my cock?”

              “Please,” you groan, opening your mouth wide, looking up at him from under your lashes.

              He presses back in, and you take his cock down again, this time slower and more controlled. You steady your breathing, and when you softly choke against him this time, you keep your panic down and don’t gag against him, just struggle through a spluttering cough that seems to only make him harder. When you think you’re getting the hang of it, Seonghwa thrusts forwards and shoves his cock into deeply, griding his hips against you and gripping your waist once he’s fully seated inside you. The sudden stretch has you startled, and you pull off Yunho to cry out, your body trembling as you try to hold yourself up the way they want you.

              Seonghwa’s hand comes down quick, striking your soft skin, lighting up your backside pink, and you gasp into a choked cry. Yunho pushes your hair back from your face and crouches to be at your eye level, but before he can say anything, Seonghwa delivers another punishing spank and you jolt forwards, body shaking and a tight noise from your lips.

              “Hwa!” Yunho’s voice is quick and cutting and you feel Seonghwa still completely. Yunho holds your face and meets your eyes, “Too much? Are you alright?”

              “Why’d you stop?” You press your hips back into Seonghwa, panting and blinking through the haze, “Keep going, please, please,”

              “I knew it,” Seonghwa thrusts hard, knocking his hips into yours.

              Yunho presses a messy kiss to your lips, “You’re such a good girl,” he all but growls into your ear, and he stands again to press his cock head to your lips. You lick him sharply, your tongue flicking over his soft slit before you sink your mouth over him once more.

              Seonghwa picks up the pace of his thrusts, driving his cock into you at quick pace, and he curses tightly, “I knew it when I saw you at the bar,” he says, spanking you harshly again, “you were going to be a perfect little whore for us,”

              Your brain whites out at his words, the sensation of him filling you fully and completely combined with the sting of his slaps and Yunho’s cock in your mouth has you completely out of control, held tightly between both men as they thrust into you. Yunho’s hand tightens on your scalp, and he pulls away from you, addressing Seonghwa over your shaking body, “Slide back for me,”

              Seonghwa shifts back, his cock leaving you for a moment, and he pulls you across the sheets, repositioning you quickly before thrusting back inside you and resuming his relentless pace. Yunho kneels low in front of you on the bed, his knees open wide so he can sit low and better meet your gaze. He smiles at you, nodding when he sees the fucked-out expression on your face, and gathers your hair up, securing it a little better in one fist behind your head, his other hand coming to hold your jaw steady.

              You can’t control the noises that slip out of you now, your body feeling like a live wire as Seonghwa pistons his hips harder. Yunho watches you with awe, and he curses when you make particularly pained whine and grip down on the bedsheets beneath you.

              “Mhm,” Yunho coaxes you, his brows knit together as he nods, “there you go, taking Hwa so well,”

              Your muscles tighten down and Seonghwa groans behind you, quickening his hips.

              “Oh god, oh god,” you’ve never felt something like this, your body building to something new, and you feel the way your legs are shaking, hearing the vibration in your voice as you cry out. Yunho draws your hand to his stiff length, and you start to work it without a thought, dragging your hand over him at a steady pace, watching as Yunho’s mouth drops open in pleasure.

              Seonghwa’s hand drops down on your ass again, fully unexpected this time, and you cry out, a sharp, surprised sound, but it tumbles into a keening moan as a tight string inside your body breaks and you crest into a shaking orgasm.

              Yunho pulls you forwards, leaning you on his shoulder to help support you, and he kisses your hairline, his hand shifting to find your throat and squeezing down perfectly. “There you go,” he whispers to you, soothing you as you crash through it, “let go, baby, come for us, baby,”

              His hand releases and you inhale sharply, a tight high-pitched whine, and you press further forwards, your entire body shaking as you come down. Seonghwa pulls out of you, his hands that were a moment ago tight on your skin now soft and massaging, and he brushes his hand lightly over the tender pink skin where he slapped you, soothing you easily now.

              “I can’t breathe,” your chest is heaving, and Yunho directs you easily with his hands so that you’re lying back on the bed now, eyes shut as you recover your breath and try to feel your limbs again.

              Your eyes open again when a hand caresses your chest, softly stroking your skin and running over your stomach. Seonghwa is looking down at you with kind eyes, “Hello, love,”

              You sigh, a long deep exhale and reach for his hand, interlocking your fingers together, “Hi,”

              “Feeling good?” He smiles.

              “So good,” you let your head loll to the side and bump right into Yunho’s thigh.

              “Hey, pretty girl,” He takes your free hand and kisses it softly.

              “God,” your body still feels like it has the shakes, “I didn’t know it could be like that,”

              Seonghwa grins, “We’re not done with you just yet,”

              Yunho slides away from you and moves to the other side of the bed, closing his hands around your calves and dragging you forwards to position you better. He opens your legs, folding them back and you feel your them starting to tremble again already.

              Yunho sighs, and you watch him palm his cock, stroking it as he moves closer to you, nudging your clit with the warm velvet head. Your legs jerk, your hips shifting back and away at the overstimulation, and he shushes you softly, brushing his hand up the back of your thigh and looking down at your warmly, “You’re alright,” he soothes you.

              You watch as he looks up to his husband, and moments later Seonghwa moves in low behind you, reaching around you to take each of your legs and hold you open. Yunho bites his lip softly as he looks down at you before reaching to the side and grabbing a small bottle of lube. He spreads just enough over his cock to make it glisten from tip to base, and when he starts to press inside of you, you’re so grateful for it. If Seonghwa had filled you completely, Yunho was splitting you open and you cry out, your hips shifting back on their own and your head dropping back against Seonghwa’s shoulder.

              Yunho presses forwards, stretching you open, and Seonghwa kisses your temple softly, “Come on, noona,” he whispers, husky, “you can take him.”

              The sound that leaves your lips is sudden and wanton, and when your eyes flutter back open you see Yunho grinning down at you, his cock now fully sheathed inside you. “Listen to you,” he teases, rocking his hips a little, “you liked that.”

              “I don’t,” you shake your head, struggling to reach for coherent thought as he starts to pump himself in and out of you, dragging along your g-spot perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure up your whole body every time he sinks all the way inside, “Fuck, fuck, god,”

              Seonghwa holds your shaking legs open, but dips low to catch your ear in his teeth, softly pulling on the lobe and kissing the hollow of your ear, “Such a dirty mouth, noona,”

              You’re crying now, you have to be with the whimpering sounds that leave you now, but you can’t make sense of anything, just the feeling of Yunho’s hands on your hips, his cock filling every tight little space of your cunt, and Seonghwa’s voice at your ear.

              “Fuck,” your body starts to spasm, and you hear Yunho chuckle, “please, please, fuck,”

              Seonghwa looks up to Yunho, “Faster,” he directs him.

              Yunho tips forwards, his large hands closing over your waist to hold you steady as he fucks into faster, driving his hips down with a pointed snap on every downward thrust. Seonghwa holds you tight, kissing your face, “Do you like being our noona, baby?”

              Your body shakes, locking up and you drop your head back to the bed, letting them both hold you down. Seonghwa shifts his hand to massage your clit and you keen, your walls spasming tightly around Yunho’s hard length as you come apart beneath him.

              “Good girl,” Yunho groans, “come on my cock, noona,”

              You brain blanks, your body quaking uncontrollably and the wave of your orgasm holding you under, blood rushing in your ears.

              Seonghwa chuckles above you, “There we go,”

              Yunho continues to pump his hips, “I have to come,”

              Seonghwa eases up on his forearms, cupping Yunho’s cheek, “Come then,”

              As your body flutters through your orgasm, Yunho groans above you, collapsing on top of you and coming hot and fast inside you. His chest is pressed against yours, and you can feel the way his heart is hammering away, and Seonghwa brushes a hand down both of your sweat slick skin, comforting and calming. When Yunho recovers, he lifts up and captures your mouth in a kiss, sighing against you.

              A few moments pass, and then Yunho realizes you’re shaking beneath him like a leaf, and he slides out of you, rolling to the side.

              Seonghwa cups your cheek, looking at how thoroughly spent you look, but he drags his thumb along your lower lip, “Can you take a little more?”

              “More,” you repeat, but you brain hasn’t reconnected yet.

He pulls you gently so that you’re further on the bed, and slides between your legs, “Can you?”

You’re not entirely sure that you can, but you nod and let him open your legs up to thrust slowly back inside you. He rolls his hips into you slower this time, and you can tell just from looking at him for a moment that he’s close.

You reach to the side, your hand connecting with some extremity, and you gasp out, “Yunho,”

He shifts around to kneel by you both, and as Seonghwa works himself inside you, Yunho cups your cheek, smiling when he sees the way you’re still shaking.

“Yunho,” you repeat, your voice caught in a moan.

“I’m here,” he murmurs softly.

“He’s close,” you pant, and Yunho’s eyes darken, Seonghwa making a shaky groan above you, “he needs to come,”

Yunho realizes in a second what you’re looking for, and it fills him with warmth. Turning his head, he presses a kiss to Seonghwa’s shoulder, before surging forwards and catching his mouth in a heady kiss. Yunho drags a hand down his back, cupping his ass and urging him to fuck you faster. He leans in to his husband’s ear, “You look so beautiful fucking her, so beautiful,”

Seonghwa moans against Yunho, panting as they lean against each other, foreheads pressed together, and you whine beneath them, reaching to tease Seonghwa’s nipple under your thumb to get him closer.

“Oh fuck,” He stutters.

“Please, Hwa,” you moan, “please, come, I need it, I need it,”

You watch as Yunho secures a hand to Seonghwa’s throat and squeezes, and he jerks, coming hard and sudden, his hands that are holding you steady gripping down hard enough to leave bruises. Yunho lets him go but kisses him hard.

Seonghwa pulls out and comes up on his knees between your legs, and your muscles flutter, still spasming with little aftershocks, and you feel the rush of wet warmth between your legs when their combined release drips out of you.

You’re all a little dazed, but Seonghwa recovers first, and you listen as he starts water in the bathroom for a bath. Yunho smiles softly and pulls you into his arms, lifting you with ease and following Seonghwa into the large ensuite.

“How’s that?” Yunho kisses your temple tenderly when he deposits you in the warm water of the bath, and you groan pleasantly at the sensation.

              “Perfect,”

              Seonghwa and Yunho both shower together, poking their heads around the glass wall to make sure you’re still doing okay every few minutes, and by the time they’re cleaned up and wearing soft sleep pants and t-shirts, the water is starting to go tepid and you’re ready to come out.

              Once again, Yunho holds you steady as you step out of the bath and Seonghwa wraps you in a fluffy white towel, patting you dry while Yunho holds you standing and handing you a pretty, champagne colored robe.

              “You can use this for now,” he murmurs, and you tie it around you.

              “Let’s get you some water and some food,” Yunho says, his tone like Seonghwa’s, even and low.

              “I feel like I’m in a fog,” you take a deep breath and sweep your hair back from your face.

              “Mm,” Seonghwa nods, “you need rest.”

              “Can I,” you taken an unsteady step and they both move to hold you steady, “do you mind if I stay for just a bit, I think you’re right, I could use some water.”

              Yunho shakes his head at you, amused, “You’ll stay with us tonight, don’t worry about a thing.”

              “I don’t want to impose,” you sigh.

              “It isn’t an imposition,” Seonghwa insists, “we want you here. Now relax and let us help,”

              So you do. They keep you close for the rest of the evening, cooking for you and massaging the aching muscles in your neck, kissing you with soft familiarity, and treating you much more like a date than a one-night stand.

              Later, you rest in bed between them, laying up on Yunho’s chest and talking to him softly as Seonghwa brushes through your tangled hair. Yunho plays with your fingers, idlily as you lean against him. Your thumb passes over his bare ring finger.              

              “You don’t wear wedding bands,” you observe, more of a statement than a question.

              “Not traditional ones,” Yunho smiles, and he moves your fingers to pass over the ring he wears on his index finger.

              “I wear my chain,” Seonghwa says from your side, and you remember the gold adornment around his neck from earlier.

              “I like non-traditional,” you murmur.

              “It always worked better for us,” Yunho shrugs, “maybe it works better for you too.”

              You hum softly, kissing his chest and Seonghwa puts the hairbrush aside to cuddle close to you both.

              “Noona,” Seonghwa runs a hand across your arm, “how would you feel about doing this again?”

              You blush at his innocuous use of noona after your unexpected response to it earlier, and Yunho chuckles. You look between them, “You mean seeing you both again? The sex?”

              “Yes,” Seonghwa nods, “seeing us again,”

              You nod, trying to control your grin and Yunho dips to kiss you soundly, “Good,”

              “We like you here,” Seonghwa sighs against you.

              “I like me here,”

              They wrap you up between them, soft touches and traded kisses, and you have no idea what more time with them will mean, but you’ll take anything if it means you can rest like this in their arms a little while longer.

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and if i stay (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: sequel to room for three - a year has passed, and things are going well, until yunho watches watches another man flirt with you.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // i just can't stop thinking about husband yunhwa, so please have this absolute smutty and fluffy brain rot.

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, established yunhwa relationship, mmf, jealous!yunho, rough sex, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), rough oral, praise, gratuitous use of good girl, mean!yunho, double penetration, the return of the cute husbands - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 12.3K

my masterlist || read it on AO3 || part three; their gift

For the first thirty minutes though, it’s chaos. The gallery where the event is hosted is a labyrinth of contemporary art installations amid white lacquered walls, a maze of intellectuals and their cocktails standing between you and the much larger room where a small stage is erected for Seonghwa’s publisher to announce him, and for him to read a few passages from his new work. 

For the first thirty minutes though, it’s chaos. The gallery where the event is hosted is a labyrinth of contemporary art installations amid white lacquered walls, a maze of intellectuals and their cocktails standing between you and the much larger room where a small stage is erected for Seonghwa’s publisher to announce him, and for him to read a few passages from his new work. 

Like all things in your life, it goes slightly wrong at first before it goes right. Yunho is stuck in traffic, shooting off frantic texts to you about exactly how far he is and seeing what you can do to stall the event. You can feel Seonghwa’s nerves coming off him in waves when you finally make it back to him, pushing through the throng of people and past the empty stage to the quiet side room. He’s pacing, adjusting his tie again and again, and you know he’s having a hard time without the calm center that is his husband. 

“Seonghwa,” you murmur to him, standing in the doorway and hoping you don’t disturb. 

His head snaps up and you can see the way his hand is gripping a copy of his book, “Hey,” he says. 

“He’s on his way,” you assure him, “I just talked to him.” 

“On his way like he’s five minutes away or on his way like I still have to start this thing without him?” Seonghwa asks. 

“Somewhere in the middle,” you settle, “but he’s hurrying,” 

“He’ll get himself killed on the highway in that stupid car if he’s not careful,” Seonghwa sighs and tosses the book down onto the table, slumping back against it and resisting the urge to drag his hands through his hair. 

“You’re going to do so well, Hwa,” you step towards him, in his space now but not yet touching.

“Thank you,” he breathes, but he shakes his head, “I just do better when he’s here.” 

“I know,” you nod, and he lifts his eyes to meet yours. 

His leg bounces nervously and he sighs, heavy and sounding exasperated, “He keeps me calm, I always just look to him when I’m doing a reading,” 

“I know,” you repeat, soothing him. You reach out and rest your hand on his. 

He turns his hand over to interlace your fingers, his leg stilling, and he squeezes your hand as he takes deep breaths. Pulling his book back over with his free hand he flips it open to the bookmarked section, “Are you sure about this passage?” 

“Absolutely sure,” you reply without hesitation, “we all agreed that it sounded the best as a stand-alone,” 

“Right,” he nods, and you think back to two nights before, tangled up in bed together and pouring over his book to find just the right words for him to say. Yunho had stroked his lover's back with a steadying hand, giving him calm guidance and assurances. You know that’s what Seonghwa needs now, even though you also know the minute he’s on stage he’ll turn on the performance without hesitation. It’s just getting to the stage that’s the problem. 

“Do you want to read it out to me one more time?” You offer.

He silently skims the passage, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and he shakes his head, “No, no, I have it.” 

The sound of rushed footsteps is a sudden comfort – you were close to pulling Seonghwa up and convincing him to get out to the stage, but you know the presence behind you is Yunho before you even exhale out your sigh.

“Hey,” he sounds out of breath, and as you turn, Seonghwa stands and breaks his hand from yours. Yunho looks frazzled, his suit jacket a little wrinkled at the bottom, you suspect from laying on the back seat of his car instead of hanging in a garment bag like Seonghwa would have preferred. None of that really seems to matter now though, and Yunho finds his husband’s eyes, visibly relaxing when he does, “I’m so sorry – I’m, it, there’s no excuse, I’m sorry,” 

Seonghwa shakes his head and reaches for him, “It’s okay,” he sighs, long, letting Yunho pull him into a hug, “I just needed to see you before I went out there,”

“I know,” Yunho nods. 

In moments like this, even a year after you first bumped into them in the bar, you sometimes feel like you’re encroaching on their relationship. Yunho leans back from Seonghwa, holding his face, and dips forwards to kiss him, tender and slow. Seonghwa melts, leaning into Yunho’s chest and exhaling softly. 

When their lips part Yunho smiles, “I’ll be near the back wall on the left side, okay?” 

Seonghwa nods. 

“You’re going to be perfect,” Yunho soothes, his voice deep and warm, “and they’re going to love the book.” 

“Yeah,” Seonghwa nods, but you can hear the lack of confidence in it. His two previous releases, while received well, were done quietly. His book events in the past were small, private, and with much less fanfare, no stuffy literary critics ready to pass judgment. 

“Please,” Yunho rolls his eyes and you smile, “y/n and I are going to have to talk to a bunch of pseudo-intellectuals all night and pretend we care about… Sartre or whoever,” 

“Who would be talking about Jean-Paul Sartre at this?” Seonghwa laughs. 

Yunho rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “I don’t know but I wouldn’t put it past any of them,” 

“Okay, okay,” Seonghwa clears his throat and straightens up, “I’m ready,” 

Yunho smiles wide, leaning in to give him one more kiss, “I love you,” he assures him. 

“I love you too,” Seonghwa smiles, and you notice just how steady he is, calm and confident now that he’s had a moment to be grounded. He steps away and tucks the book under his arm, before reaching out for you and pulling you towards him. 

You stumble forwards in your heels with a squeak, but Seonghwa’s hands are sure, and he brings you in for a kiss. With a sigh as he pulls away he holds your eyes, “Thank you,”

“Always,” you squeeze his hand, “now get out there,” 

Seonghwa smooths down his jacket and disappears through the doorway to find his publisher and you turn to Yunho. He laughs immediately, “I think I’m parked illegally,” 

“Of course you are,” you grin and he reaches for your hand to pull you into his chest. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he sighs, wrapping his arms warmly around you, “how are you? You look beautiful,” 

“Good,” you nod, “I’ve just been running around today. Is everything alright with your client?” 

He makes a dismissive, irritated noise, “Fine, he just wouldn’t stop talking and the meeting ran over time, but it’s not like I can tell him to stop, he’s paying the firm a lot of money,” 

“Mm,” you nod, understanding completely, “but it’s okay, you made it.” 

“We should get out there,” he says as the sound of a mic being tapped echoes through the gallery and Seonghwa’s publisher starts speaking. 

“Let’s,” you agree, and Yunho dips for a quick kiss before stepping away. 

You head back out with him to the main space of the gallery, Yunho’s hand warmly positioned on your mid back, his thumb brushing along your bare skin where the dress dips low. You make it to the back corner just as Seonghwa is introduced and together you watch him step on stage. He’s dressed smartly, his suit fitting exactly, and where you once saw nerves you now only see cool confidence and a bit of swagger. 

When you glance at Yunho, you smile. He’s watching Seonghwa with awe, but you also recognize the glimmer of desire in his gaze seeing Seonghwa so commanding and you’re sure tonight is going to be a memorable one once you all make it out of here and back into bed. 

Seonghwa reads three passages, his voice honeyed, the enunciation of his work is crisp and paced. The room listens with rapt attention, making the right noises at the right parts, and when he finishes and closes the book there’s a long breath of silence. Nervously, you glance at Yunho, but his eyes are steady on Seonghwa, centered. 

The applause is sudden, and you watch Seonghwa light up at the fond reception, moving to thank everyone for coming into the microphone and telling them to enjoy the free drinks. It takes about three seconds for someone to notice Yunho as the crowd starts to break up, and before you know it he’s caught in a conversation with someone who wants to talk about how it feels to be married to such a promising young writer. 

You touch his arm gently, “I’ll grab us some drinks,” 

He gives you a grateful smile, and then turns back to his conversation. 

You slip away, weaving through the crowd to the open bar. Thankfully at these events, you’re still able to fly under the radar. While Yunho and Seonghwa don’t make an active effort to hide your relationship, they also don’t advertise. After months of casual sex, you’ve simply became a fixture in their lives. They liked you, much more than they would have assumed, and their routine of going out to find a new partner every few months disappeared. They kept you. But it’s still only been a year, and labels so far haven’t really felt necessary, so there’s no need to find a way to describe what you are to each other. 

When you finally make it up to the bar, you select two glasses of white wine and start to make your way back. Yunho is still in conversation with the person who interrupted you both before, so you slow to a stop. You’re not sure if you should let the conversation run its course or save him from the interaction, so you decide to give it a moment and see how it plays out. 

Standing between large panels of brightly colored canvas you wait, studying the splattered mix of colors before you. 

“Do you like the art?” A voice startles you out of your fixed gaze on the painting, and you turn towards it. 

“Excuse me?” You ask, seeing now the source of the question. A man stands to your left, and you take him in immediately. He’s handsome, if not a little rough around the edges looking, with smooth, tan skin and dark eyes. He’s dressed well, in a satiny black suit that closes at the front, a sliver of his bare chest visible at the base of his throat where the suit parts, and a fine delicate silver chain hangs from his neck, disappearing down his chest. His hair is sandy, long, and the right kind of messy. 

“Do you like the art?” He gestures with a hand towards the painting, repeating his question for you. 

“Oh,” you blink, recovering a bit and realizing just how close he’s standing to you, but you make no move to shift away. You glance back at the painting, “Not usually, but this is nice,” 

He smiles widely at your honesty, and you find yourself noticing more little things about him. The dark freckle on his lip, the matching one under his left eye, his ears adorned with silver piercings. He nods, “Me too, I never know what to say to people at these things.” 

“Ah,” you smile, “so I take it you’re just here for the event?” 

He shakes his head, “I’m just here for the food,” 

You laugh, and he smiles wide again, his eyes direct and sparkling. You know he’s flirting, but you don’t necessarily mind. “That’s a nice suit if you’re just here to eat,” you tease him. 

He shakes his head again, brows knit together, “Well I am here for someone, it’s just not the book.” 

“Oh?” 

“My friend owns the gallery,” he admits, and then nods towards the painting you’re both in front of, “and this is his,” 

“Oh!” You exclaim, “You’re a friend of Hongjoong’s?” 

“You know Joong?” His eyebrows raise and he shakes his head, “He never told me he knew a girl this pretty, I’ll have to have a word with him later.” 

You don’t mean to blush, but you’re sure you do and you turn towards him a little more. “I don’t know him that well,” you concede, “but we’ve met a few times.” 

“Ah,” he nods, and you watch his eyes flick down to the wine glasses in your hands. He deftly takes one and smiles, “I take it this is for me?” 

“Presumptuous,” you laugh, but let him take it. 

“Maybe a little,” he takes a sip of the wine, his eyes never leaving you, and then takes a step forwards, moving into your space a little tighter, “so, beautiful girl, do you have a name?”

“I do,” you reply smoothly. 

“And are you going to tell me your name, or should I guess?” He takes another sip from what should be Yunho’s glass.

“It’s y/n,” you offer. 

Some kind of recognition sparks in his eyes, he’s heard your name before but he can’t remember where. He nods, “I’m Wooyoung,”

“It’s good to meet you,” you take a subtle step back and sip your wine, putting an extra inch of space between you.

“My night is certainly better now,” he says, and you’re about to open your mouth to protest but he continues, “tell me, are you free tonight?”

You shake your head and he pouts just slightly before saying, “Ah, I thought I could help make your night better too,” He coasts the back of his knuckles down your bare upper arm, soft and quick, removing his hand and returning it to his pocket before you can really register it. 

“I’m sure you did,” Your eyes flick over him. 

His narrow for just a moment, and the edge of his flirting fades, “Am I misreading things?”

“I would think so,” Yunho’s voice is abrupt, no trace of anger or irritation, just matter of fact, and he moves close to your side. He slips a hand over your hip and presses a kiss to your temple, “there you are, sweetheart,” 

Wooyoung’s eyes dart between you both and he takes a step back. It’s incredibly obvious what Yunho is doing, but it works. He doesn’t hang on you, simply slides his hand off you and moves to stand at your side just as he normally would, before extending his hand out to Wooyoung for a shake, “Jeong Yunho,” 

Wooyoung takes it, shaking it firmly and you can’t help but find the whole thing a little ridiculous and territorial, except that something deep in your belly fluttered at the tone of Yunho’s voice when he appeared. Wooyoung clears his throat, “Jung Wooyoung,” 

Yunho smirks almost imperceptibly at the shared surname before pulling back his hand and this time letting it rest warmly on your upper back, just at the base of your neck. 

“I think this was meant for you, then,” Wooyoung lifts the glass and then shrugs, “apologies.” 

“No harm,” Yunho replies, “I’ll get another.” 

You cut in there, looking up to Yunho, “Is Seonghwa still making the rounds?”

He nods but doesn’t break his gaze on Wooyoung, “We’ll be stuck a while, I’m sure,” 

Understanding dawns on Wooyoung’s face and he laughs to himself, your name and association with Yunho and Seonghwa knitting together in his mind. Hongjoong had mentioned you, it was just not in the context he would have hoped for. 

You look back to Wooyoung, an eyebrow quirked, and he shakes his head, “I see why you called me presumptuous now,” 

Yunho smiles at that, and you nod, “Mm,” with a shrug you smile, “sorry about that,” 

“No, no,” Wooyoung holds up a hand, begging off, “it’s fair enough. I should let you go and see if I can find Hongjoong,” 

“It was nice meeting you,” Yunho cuts back in, ending the conversation there.. 

“Yeah, it was nice meeting you too,” Wooyoung says to him, and as he starts to step away he gives you one more charming smile, “have a good night, beautiful girl.” 

Yunho’s hand tightens slightly on your skin and your stomach flips.

As Wooyoung fully turns away, he holds his glass of wine up once more, “And sorry again about the drink!” He’s gone through the maze of people in a second and you're left alone in front of Hongjoong’s painting with Yunho. 

“Well,” he breaks the silence after a moment, “he seems like an ass.” 

“I think he was a little embarrassed,” you shift away from him so you can face him and talk to him a little more easily. 

A brief expression crosses his face but he relaxes quickly, “I wouldn’t call it embarrassment,” 

“Well, anyways,” you shake your head, “we should get you a drink either way.” 

There’s a cord of tension suddenly between you and you’re shocked by your own response to it. A piece of you wants to roll your eyes and tell him to calm down, irritated at the way he was staking a claim on you, but the other piece has your stomach tight and an image of Yunho bending you over the first available table flickers through your mind. 

“Let’s go, and then let’s go find Hwa,” his tight expression clears, and he smooths his hand down your back again to steer you forwards. 

You end up staying at the event for two and half more hours and accidentally making eye contact with Wooyoung from across the room four more times, nearly bumping into him once when you go to say hello to Hongjoong. 

Not a single time escapes Yunho’s notice. So much so that by the end of the night Seonghwa is quietly asking his husband if something’s wrong. It takes another fifteen minutes to clear out of the gallery and find Yunho’s car, poorly parked in a clearly yellow zone with a ticket tucked under his windshield wiper. 

The ride home starts quietly, Yunho driving and Seonghwa in the passenger seat. Yunho’s hand is tight on the steering wheel, and you can barely believe he’s let Wooyoung’s naturally flirty nature get under his skin so much. You watched him flirt with at least three other women there, it was just clearly who he was. 

Seonghwa finally breaks the silence, “So are you going to tell me what’s going on?” 

Yunho sighs, his hands relaxing, “Everything’s fine,” 

“You really seem like everything’s fine,” Seonghwa says, throwing you a glance. 

Yunho smiles and reaches across the middle of the car, smoothing his hand over Seonghwa’s knee, “I’m sorry, everything’s fine. You know these things wear me out a bit, but you were great. Everyone was saying such good things about the book,” 

Seonghwa relaxes, “Good, okay. It felt like it was received well,” 

You lean forward, resting your hand on his arm, “All I heard were good things,” you assure him, “and you sounded perfect on stage.” 

“Thank you,” he rests his hand on top of yours, “I’m sorry you both had to make small talk all night though,”

“Oh, no it’s fine, I had a nice time,” you assure him. 

Yunho makes a small noise and you glance to him. You’ve never had an argument with either of them before, but all of a sudden it seems like Yunho is spoiling for a fight, and you had never pegged him to be quite so prone to jealousy. 

“Okay,” Seonghwa looks between you both, “what is going on?” 

“Nothing,” Yunho repeats, but then adds, “y/n met someone new, so I think she did enjoy herself.” 

Seonghwa is no stranger to that expression and immediately things start to click into place for him. Your jaw sets in annoyance, “Yunho, stop it. I’m not friends with him,” 

“I didn’t say friends,” Yunho shakes his head, “I saw the way he looked at you, and he was not interested in being friends.” 

“Fine,” you sigh, “you’re right, he wanted to take me home, but I’m obviously not there with him. I don’t understand why you’re so upset about this,” 

“I’m not upset,” he counters.

“Yunho,” you lean forward in your seat to see him better and he glances back at you. 

“Put your seatbelt on, what are you doing?” he waves you back.

You listen, but you catch the way Seonghwa rolls his eyes, and it seems like this kind of sudden type of response from Yunho isn’t completely out of the blue. 

You click the seatbelt into place, “There, happy now?” 

“That you’re not going to go flying out my windshield? Yes,” he huffs. 

“Alright,” Seonghwa finally interjects, “let’s all just relax.” 

“Fine,” Yunho says, but you can’t let it go. 

“Yunho,” you keep your voice calm and even toned, “he was flirting with me, yes, but I didn’t go home with him. You can’t get upset over every man that flirts with me. It happens,” you watch the twitch of his lip in the rear-view mirror at the idea and you can’t help yourself. You press his buttons further and you have no idea why, “It happens more often than you think.” 

His hands tighten on the wheel and Seonghwa sighs, “She’s right,” he says, “you really don’t need to get so upset about this.” 

The muscle in Yunho’s jaw tenses and relaxes, and he sighs heavily, “I’m sorry,” he glances up in the mirror to meet your eyes quickly before refocusing on the road, “he just bothered me. I don’t like the way he was talking to you, propositioning you like that.” 

You smile, but Seonghwa says it before you have to, “You mean like we did?” 

“That is completely different,” he protests.

“Is it?” You laugh, “You literally saw me across a bar and took me home. Arguably that’s more cliché,” 

“Alright, alright,” he says, exasperated, and checks his mirror to start merging into his exit lane to get back into their neighborhood of the city. 

“You’re cute when you’re jealous though,” you smile, “I thought you were going to smack that wine glass out of his hand for a second,” 

Seonghwa laughs and looks back at you, “He is,” he agrees. 

Yunho relaxes, letting you both poke fun at him and tries to let the image of Wooyoung inches from you in that dress fade from his mind. He knows you’re right, of course, you weren’t home with Wooyoung, you were with them just like always, but the niggling uncomfortable feeling in his gut just won’t go away. 

It takes another ten minutes to make it to their garage and up to the door of their apartment, but once inside you let out a sigh and slip off your heels, “I’m going to change, and then should we eat something?” 

“You didn’t eat at the party?” Seonghwa cups your cheek. 

“I did,” you assure him, “I just want something more substantial,” 

“I’ll make you something,” he kisses you quickly and starts for the kitchen. 

You smile at Yunho as you pass, and he returns it, loosening his tie and kicking off his own uncomfortable dress shoes. When you come back out to the kitchen you’ve changed, dressed now in soft cream sleep pants and a fitted tank top. Over the past year, you’ve gotten comfortable letting them take care of you. They had told you that on the first night you met, but at the time you had assumed they meant strictly sexually. You certainly didn’t expect a section in their closet and regularly home cooked meals, but they’re surprising like that. 

Seonghwa is still fixing you a small, light meal when you lean on the kitchen bar next to Yunho. There were plans for the night, things you all previously discussed that would be a special treat, but after the little disagreement in the car you’re wondering if Yunho’s still in the mood. 

You lean against his arm, and he glances over, “Hey,” 

“Hey,” you smile.

A beat passes and you watch as Seonghwa clicks off the burner and starts to plate your dinner. You rest your hand on Yunho’s arm, “Are we okay?” 

“Of course, we’re okay,” he answers immediately, “I’m sorry I got short with you,” 

“It’s fine,” you squeeze his upper arm softly, “but I promise there was nothing to worry about, he’s just a flirt.” 

“Mm,” Yunho nods, and you notice the way his fingers tap out a pattern on the bar. You push off the counter and you’re about to move away from him to meet Seonghwa in the main part of the kitchen when Yunho says, “Why did you flirt back if you weren’t going to go home with him?” 

“What?” You look back to him, Seonghwa immediately dropping the pan back on the burner and turning towards the conversation. 

“Why did you? It’s an easy question,” 

“Yunho,” Seonghwa’s voice is firm now, “you’re out of line.” 

“I just,” he sighs and turns towards you fully, standing tall and imposing above you, “I’m just trying to understand.” 

“I’m not having this conversation,” Anger bubbles up inside you and you push past him, but Yunho catches your arm in his hand. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again, “I’m being an ass, I’m sorry,” 

His words slow you down and you let him maneuver you back into his arms. Pressing close you shake your head, “You need to let this go, okay? It was fine at the gallery, but Wooyoung was trying to get under your skin, and now you’re letting him. This kind of jealousy isn’t sexy. It’s…”

“I know,” he insists, “god, I know,” 

“Okay,” you push up on your tiptoes and lean forwards, pressing a kiss to his chest where his shirt is unbuttoned and parted open, “I’m here with you, and there’s nowhere else I would rather be, okay?” 

He wraps his arms around you, dropping his lips to your hair. When you both pull away, he brushes his fingers along your cheek and dips down to kiss you properly, dragging you up against him so that you’re perched on your toes and holding onto his arms for stability. It starts soft, but you feel it when it shifts, his fingers gripping your waist more firmly and his lips parting to better access your mouth, tongue against yours. 

You gasp against his lips when he presses you back two steps and your back connects with the kitchen bar. He slides one hand to hold your back, and drops the other flat on the counter, fingers spread wide to stabilize you both as he kisses you harder, encroaching on your space in every conceivable way. 

His hand moves down, slipping into the waistband of your pants so he can grip the bare skin of your backside, and you release a surprised moan when he squeezes and kneads your plush skin. You break your lips apart, pushing him back a little, and you drink him in. He looks hazy, panting and his eyes blown out. 

“What are you doing?” You hold him, your back aching against the island behind you. 

“I want you,” he dips to kiss you again. 

You press backwards so he can’t quite reach you, “Yunho,” 

It’s clear to you now that he hasn’t quite let the evening go, but with hands on you like this and his hot breath on your cheek, your mind flicks back to the earlier image you had conjured in the gallery. Yunho standing over you, your body bent over a table and your skirt pushed up around your hips. His hand in your hair. Wooyoung’s face flashes next, the idea of him seeing, realizing you could never be his. 

Desire quickens in you, and you swallow hard, “I,” you start to say. 

“I’m starting to feel like I should be a little jealous,” Seonghwa’s voice snaps the spell and Yunho falters back a step. 

“Hwa,” he says, “fuck,” 

You expect the worst, but as you turn you see Seonghwa shake his head, and then he turns to you, “Are you alright?” 

You nod and he sighs, “Do you want to stop?” 

You cut him off with a shake of your head. Seonghwa and Yunho share a look, one you’re not sure you’ve ever seen before. 

“Don’t stop then,” Seonghwa moves towards you both, and your eyes are on him when you feel Yunho tug down your sleep pants and underwear before hoisting you up so that you’re leaning back on the bar countertop, your hips hanging off and fully supported by his arm around you.

“Fuck,” you breath when he pushes your legs open wide and steps between them, his hands working at his trouser zip for a second before he frees himself. 

“Be quiet,” Yunho directs you, and your mouth clamps shut. He strokes his cock to draw himself fully hard, and then sinks two fingers inside your cunt without a word. 

You jerk, gasping at the intrusion, but when he finds you already wet that’s all he needs. He shifts between your thighs, and before you can exhale the breath caught in your chest, he pushes inside you with one firm snap of his hips. 

You weren’t quite ready for him, and the stretch burns. He draws out of you and then back in with another sharp thrust, and a strained noise leaves you, one hand flying to his back to grip onto him. 

He meets your eyes, pausing for a moment and he adjusts to better support your hips in his hands, letting you fall back onto the counter top, your back against the cool stone. His eyes are dark, hair falling in them as he holds you steady on his cock, “Did you want him?” 

“What?” You blink, focusing now on his words. 

“Tell me,” Yunho says, “did you want him?” 

“No,” you shake your head, and he looks down, his eyes studying the place where your bodies connect. 

He thrusts hard, “I don’t believe you,” 

“I didn’t,” you insist, your fingers gripping the granite beneath you for purchase but slipping. 

“I saw you,” he pumps faster, and you watch his mouth drop open at the sensation of your hot channel around him, “I saw how you looked at him,” 

A rush of heat runs up your body at another sharp thrust, the head of his cock now rhythmically stroking that tender place inside you, and you feel the blush erupt across your chest and sweat at your brow. A harsh moan leaves you and you reach for him, but he doesn’t take your hand, “Baby,” you whine, “I didn’t, I promise,” 

He shifts forwards, hovering over you now, and sinks one hand into your hair, tightening against your scalp, “Aren’t we enough?” 

Words don’t come, and it dawns on you that the desperation in his face is real, the fear of you leaving with someone else is palpable. His words sink into your chest and he pants above you, “Don’t we give you everything?” 

“Yes,” you inhale sharply and grip onto his upper arms now that he’s hovering above you, “Yes, baby,”

“You let him touch you,” he drops his head, unable to hold your eyes any longer and you can’t answer him. 

He doesn’t slow his pace, and you arch against him at a shock of pleasure directly up your spine, a breathy moan suddenly on your lips. Your head falls to the side, and you see Seonghwa, leaning on the edge of the counter across from the bar, quiet and watching. You’ve been with them individually now, and always with the other watching, but this feels different. 

Yunho slams his hips forwards and stops suddenly, and you gasp against him, an unexpected whine leaving your throat. He brushes your hair back from your face with his wide palm, bringing your face back to his. He searches your eyes, and you can feel him trembling above you, just a little, “Would you have gone home with him?” 

“No,” you lay your hand softly on his cheek. 

“If we weren’t,” he sighs, “if you weren’t with us, would you have gone home with him?” 

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” your voice is almost a whisper. 

“Say no,” his hands tighten on you, and he starts to move his hips again, slow, and steady. 

You twitch under him at steady pressure on your clit, but hold his eyes, “Yunho, you don’t own me,” you murmur. 

Yunho’s jaw sets tightly, and he pushes off you, his cock sliding out of you as he steps away fully, and you brace yourself on the counter not to fall off the edge and instead ease down. He tucks his still hard length away and refastens his pants before running a hand through his hair and turning on his heel, disappearing down the hallway. The bathroom door slams with a sharp sound and nervous tightness floods your chest. 

“Come here,” Seonghwa’s soft voice murmurs from next to you, and he helps you step back into your sleep pants. 

“Hwa,” you turn to him, emotion tight in your throat, “what is going on with him?” 

“He can be like this,” Seonghwa says, his eyes soft. 

“Can he?” You look towards the dark hallway, barely believing it. 

“When he wants something? Yes,” 

“I don’t understand,” you slump into one of the bar chairs, “he has me, you both do,” 

Seonghwa glances towards the hallway himself, sighing and finally, finally meeting your nervous gaze, “Do we?” 

“How could you ask me that?” The night is officially starting to twist out of control.

“Listen,” he steps forwards and takes your face in his hands, “you know we don’t see anyone else. We love having you here, you know this. But we’ve never asked the same of you,” 

“Oh,” you soften under his hands, his words starting to make sense. 

“We don’t pry, we don’t know where you go every night. It’s not our place to ask,” He clarifies, “but if you think we like the idea of you with another man, let alone seeing you with one?” 

“We were just talking,” You press, “if that’s a problem then we need to have a much different conversation.” 

“Of course, it’s not a problem,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “that’s not at all what I meant,” 

“Please,” you sigh, “then what do you mean?” 

“Do you think you’d like it if Yunho and I saw other women?” Seonghwa asks, trying to explain himself, “If you came to meet us for a date, and you saw us talking to another woman like that?” 

A tightness knots in your stomach, “No,” 

“It’s like that,” he explains, “and we’ve never asked you stop seeing other people, but knowing that you might be is very different than seeing you talking to a man who you could go home with,” 

“I’m not seeing other people,” you say simply, and suddenly he looks relieved. 

“You’re not?” 

“No,” you shake your head, “I haven’t since we started seeing each other more regularly, that’s what… five or six months? You could have just asked me,” 

Seonghwa nods, looking down for a moment before he says, “We didn’t want to ask that of you when we weren’t sure what we could give you,” 

“Seonghwa,” you pull him closer, “I want this, just what we have, but I don’t want it with anyone else.” 

“So tonight,” he trails off. 

“A misunderstanding,” you explain, “Wooyoung is a flirt, and I won’t lie to you and tell you he isn’t good looking or charming, but that’s all,” 

“I’m sorry,” he drops his forehead against yours. 

“You don’t have to be sorry,” 

“I should have stopped things earlier,” he murmurs, “Yunho wasn’t thinking clearly, and he was too rough with you,” 

You shake your head, “I didn’t say stop,” 

“I know, but,”

“But nothing,” you shake your head again, “I wanted him too, but now…” you twist your head and look towards the still quiet hallway, “I should talk to him.” 

“Yeah,” Seonghwa kisses your forehead and steps away, “Go to bed, I’ll wrap the food up for later and be right there,”

“Okay,” you nod. 

In the bedroom you wait, sitting on the edge of the bed and listening to the sound of the shower through the bathroom door. The water is still running when Seonghwa walks into the bedroom, unbuttoning his dress shirt and running a hand through his hair. 

“I’ve never seen him angry,” you murmur to Seonghwa, “what can I do?” 

“Usually, he just works things out for himself,” he replies, “he doesn’t even share it with me most of the time.” 

The sound of running water cuts off and you reach for Seonghwa. He comes closer and sits on the edge of the bed with you. 

“This is weird,” you shift to push him back a bit, sitting between his open legs and pulling his arms to wrap around your torso, “that’s better,” 

Seonghwa smiles, hugging you to his chest and kissing your bare shoulder, “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” you rest a hand on his thigh. Not touching him feels worse than anything, and now you’re so used to always having your hands on each other when you’re here, the centering calm of their warm skin on yours. Sitting next to him, passive, with space between you is foreign and cold. 

Seonghwa holds you, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as you both wait. When the bathroom door finally opens, you sit up and Seonghwa follows suit, his arms loosening but not leaving you. 

Yunho's hair is wet and messy, and his skin is mostly dry except for the beads of water that still hang on his bare shoulders, a white towel hangs low around his hips. When he sees both of you on the bed waiting, he pauses. 

His voice is gruff, and he clears his throat, “Hey,” 

“Hi, baby,” you murmur, “are you okay?” 

His brows knit together, “Yeah,” he sighs, “I should be asking you that.” 

“I’m fine,” you dismiss, “I’m not upset,” 

Yunho’s eyes flick from yours to his husband’s and you feel Seonghwa nod behind you. You reach for Yunho, open palm extended and he moves to you and takes your hand in his. 

“Can I be honest with you?” You ask him, giving his hand a squeeze. 

“Always,” 

“You’re scaring me a little,” 

His expression drops, “What?” 

“I understand how you feel,” you tell him, “but you can’t ever accuse me of something like that again because you’re angry. I have never and would never do something like that to you.” 

His cheeks go pink, his ears heating red with embarrassment and he drops his eyes, “I’m so sorry,” 

“Come here, please,” you tug his hand down and he drops down, kneeling in front of you to rest between your knees, and you interlace your fingers with his. You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb, “Seonghwa helped me understand,” 

“He did?” Yunho meets his husband’s eyes, and you can see the nervous swell of emotion there. 

“I’m not seeing other men,” you say it clearly, simply, and Yunho’s gaze snaps back to yours, “I haven’t for a long time. I have no interest in sleeping with or dating anyone else. I want to be with you and Hwa, for as long as it feels right for all of us. I love being with you both, and I would never, ever hurt either one of you like that.” 

“Oh,” he can’t think of anything to say, but he lays a hand on your thigh warmly, giving it a squeeze. 

“Men are going to flirt with me sometimes,” you continue, “and that’s all it is.” 

He nods, and Seonghwa unwinds a hand from around you to rest on Yunho’s forearm. Yunho swallows hard and nods again, “I’m sorry, for everything I said,” he kisses the back of your hand, “you didn’t deserve any of it, sweetheart, and I’m sorry.” 

“Thank you,” you murmur, your voice small, and you feel Seonghwa exhale behind you. 

A beat passes and then you squeeze his hand again, “Yunho,” 

He looks up to you, holding your gaze as you pull his hand forwards and press it to the waistband of your pants. His eyes flick down and you see the question is his gaze, “Will you take care of me tonight?” 

Seonghwa loosens his hold and slips his hands to hold your waist, fingertips sliding along your bare skin, and you drop back against his chest.

Yunho looks hesitant for a moment, “Are you sure?” 

“Please,” you nod, “I want you both, I want to show you what you mean to me,” 

Yunho shakes his head slightly, “You don’t have to do that, I was wrong, not you,” 

“No,” you pull him closer between your legs and he comes up off his heels so he can meet you eye to eye, “I want to.” You brush your hand along his jaw, “You didn’t even know I stopped seeing other people… I clearly haven’t shown you much I,” the word catches in your throat and suddenly you swallow it back, it’s something you can’t tell them. You’re together, yes, but the love that exists is between them. It was here before you and it will be here after you, and the night had been hard enough without adding your emotions into the mix. You recover smoothly, “How much I care about you.” 

Yunho nods, and Seonghwa presses his lips to your temple before he says, “We’ll show you too,” 

Yunho’s fingers dip into the waistband of your pants, keeping his eyes on you as he slips them back off while Seonghwa maneuvers your shirt off over your head. Yunho pulls you forwards into a kiss, tender and slow, his hands coasting up and down your bare thighs. 

Behind you, Seonghwa unbuttons the rest of his shirt and tosses it aside. “Lie back,” he runs a hand up your spine and you comply, separating your lips from Yunho’s. Seonghwa widens his legs, and Yunho understands immediately where this is going, gently taking each of your legs and hooking them over Seonghwa’s thighs, holding you open wide for him. 

“Here we go,” Seonghwa soothes, leaning back onto a forearm into a reclined position, “how’s that?” 

He’s always so attentive, warm and concerned for your comfort, and you smile, “Perfect,” 

“Baby,” Seonghwa says, directed to Yunho, “take care of our pretty girl, will you?” 

His words make you twitch against him and Seonghwa hums against your back. Yunho shifts forwards, dipping down low to kiss along your inner thighs, his teeth dragging along your sensitive flesh lightly and making your legs quiver. 

He traces a finger along your slit, teasing gently and earning little pants and sighs from your lips. As Yunho teases, the softest brushes of his finger tip on your clit, Seonghwa reaches around with one arm and cups your breast, holding it in his warm palm. 

“Please, don’t tease me,” you look down between your legs at Yunho. He smiles, leaning back immediately at your words and you clench. He runs a hand through his wet hair to push it out of his eyes and sinks deeper into his position kneeling between your open  legs. It’s moments like this you savor, the anticipation of the night to come bubbling in your chest and the way they look at you. It’s the most honest thing you’ve ever had. 

“Don’t tease you?” Yunho’s lip quirks up, his hand falling away from your core. 

He wants you to whine, he wants to watch you breathless and desperate and aching for something inside you, and he drops his hands into his lap, ready to make you. 

“Hmm,” Seonghwa hums from behind you, the vibrations from his deep tone echoing through you, “I said take care of her,” 

“I know,” Yunho says, his eyes still locked on yours. 

“She needs something to touch her,” Seonghwa sighs, now shifting to tease you too, “look at how needy our pretty girl is,” 

Your hips jerk at his words, fingers tightening on whatever part of Seonghwa you can hold, and Yunho smiles, nodding, “Should we ask her what she wants? Or should we just give it to her?” 

A quiet whine slips from your lips and Seonghwa kisses your temple softly, “We know what she needs,” 

“Please,” the word a whisper. 

Seonghwa slides his hand from your breast, coasting down your stomach and stroking the skin softly, “I didn’t hear you, darling,” 

“Please,” you manage, a little louder, “Hwa, please touch me,” 

“Very good,” he soothes, and he presses down with his fingers, sinking into your wet folds and parting them perfectly, his fingers rocking against your clit with a perfect and sudden rhythm. 

Your hips draw back at the sudden sensation, moaning, and your hand slips off Seonghwa’s thigh to brace against the bed. Seonghwa doesn’t stop, and you shudder, the way that Yunho’s eyes darken as he watches knotting up a tense cord of sensation in your core. 

Yunho bites his lower lip, an unconscious response as you writhe before him, and shifts his hand over the towel around his hips, parting it and starting to stroke his hardening cock. His eyes flick between Seonghwa’s hand on your warm core and your face, his hand working a steady rhythm to match Seonghwa’s. 

“Such pretty little noises,” Seonghwa sighs, increasing the pressure of his fingers, and you inhale sharply, your hips jutting against his hand for the perfect pace. 

“Fuck it,” Yunho dives forwards, pushing your legs apart further with his sure hands on your thighs, and licks a firm stripe up your slit, catching against Seonghwa’s fingers as he does before shifting lower on his knees to better position himself, devouring you. 

You jerk back again, pressing hard against Seonghwa’s chest, your legs starting to quiver as you rapidly plunge to the edge of orgasm. You lock a hand in Yunho’s hair and he groans against you, his hands tightening almost painfully on your inner thighs. “Don’t stop,” you plead, “please, please, don’t stop,” 

“We’ve got you,” Seonghwa’s voice is deep and steady in your ear and you pant out a moan. 

You’re close, dangerously so, and at the sudden push of two of Yunho’s fingers inside of you, long and crooked up just right, your muscles flutter around him and you release, hard and shaking with a dizzy cry. Yunho pumps his fingers in and out of you steadily as you come, slowing down alongside Seonghwa when he knows you’re almost through it. 

Your chest is heaving, and as your sensation comes back to you, all you can feel is their hands on your skin and the way they lovingly stroke it. Yunho has relaxed his grip on your legs, and he leans his cheek against your inner thigh, sighing against your skin and pressing a quick kiss to your flesh. 

“There you are,” Seonghwa smiles, laughing a little, “I was afraid we broke you,” 

You shake your head, but still can’t quite come up with anything to say. Yunho grins up at you, “We might have,” 

They give you a few more moments, but eventually Yunho stands, stretching tall and the towel falls away from his hips. He reaches for you, carefully lifting you off of Seonghwa’s lap and putting you down on your feet, and you hold his biceps to catch your balance. 

Seonghwa stands up behind you both, crossing to the other side of the bed, “Come and lie down for us, love,” 

You shift back onto the bed, crawling across to where he’s standing. Seonghwa finally takes off the rest of his clothes, tossing them aside and he moves back to you, his cock red, straining, and aching to be touched. You settle on all fours at the edge of the bed, licking your lips and looking up at him with hooded eyes, “Like this?” 

He shakes his head though, a small smile on his lips, pleased that you’re so ready and willing to relax into whatever they want you to be. “Let’s get you comfortable,” he brushes his hand along your cheek, his hands guiding you where he wants you, “lie back,” 

He positions you flat on your back, the crown of your head at the edge of the bed. You’ve only done this position with them a handful of times, the first time a little terrifying when you ran out of air and spent fifteen minutes soothing your abused throat, both of them worried they had done too much. But you tried again, and after the third time you worked out a rhythm with them. 

Yunho follows you onto the bed, and you lift your hips up when he presents you with the angled foam cushion that usually stays stowed under the bed. He tucks it under you, and the three of you move in sync to slide you so that your head is hanging off the edge of the mattress and your hips are lifted up and supported just right. 

“Good?” Seonghwa checks, looking down at you. 

“Mhm,” you nod, “let me just,” you shift a little on the cushion, and then nod again. 

Yunho’s hands coast up your legs, massaging your pressure points a little, and then lifts your legs high. Holding your calves, he shifts forwards further and settles into a comfortable kneeling position, his hips now perfectly aligned with yours. He rests your legs up on his shoulders, and then looks down at you, squeezing one of your thighs in his broad hand. “Perfect,” he murmurs. 

“Yunho,” you sigh, “come here,” 

He pushes his hips forwards, the head of his cock pressed against your entrance. Your eyes flutter shut, and you let your head hang, your hands curling into the sheets underneath you and gripping them. He pushes in little by little, taking his time with you now, a little more gentle than normal and you suspect that has something to do with the way he fucked you in the kitchen. 

You whine when he seats himself all the way, his body pressed flush with yours, and he groans tightly when he thrusts once, dropping his hands to hold you better, one hand on your hip and one around your opposite leg. 

“Hwa,” he nods to his husband. 

Seonghwa lifts your head with his hand, and you open your mouth readily, tongue pressed to the bottom of your mouth and relaxing your throat open. He positions himself and as you take a centering breath, he slides his cock through your lips, over your tongue, down your throat. He gives you a moment, making sure you’re comfortable, but when you tap his thigh to tell him you’re ready, he can’t hold back any longer. 

Seonghwa moves first, picking up the pace of his thrusts fast. Your eyes squeeze shut so you can concentrate, tears gathering in the corners already from the overstimulation and limited air supply, but you breathe slowly in and out through your nose and keep your throat relaxed. You almost forget Yunho is inside you, you’re so focused on Seonghwa's thick length stretching open your throat. When Yunho draws his hips back and you feel the sensation of him dragging out of you, you make a muffled moan. 

Yunho’s slower, but picks up the pace, and the sensation of his cockhead steadily stroking over your g-spot again and again has you moaning more, the sound cut off and garbled by Seonghwa’s cock. 

“That’s our good girl,” Yunho’s voice is warm, honeyed and kind, despite the firm strike of his hips against yours now. 

“Yes, she is,” Seonghwa slips his hand into your hair, bracing the back of your head as he continues fucking your throat, “so pretty taking us both,” 

You whine at his words, hands tight in the sheets. 

“Do you like being ours to use, baby?” Seonghwa groans as he feels the head of his cock connect with the soft spongy back of your throat, and the way it tightens at his words. 

A hot flush runs through your body, a blush spreading up your chest and cheeks, and warm pleasure tightens in your belly. The sensations are overwhelming. Yunho’s hands holding you firm, the way your body stretches and shudders around his cock, Seonghwa’s crooning words, his praise at the way you’re offering yourself to him. 

You feel yourself cresting again, dizzy and hot suddenly, and you tap Seonghwa’s thigh a few times in quick succession. He pulls out of your mouth quickly, still holding your head steady, and a desperate cry falls from your lips unobstructed. You blink up at Yunho, “Harder,” you beg him, as if you can almost reach out and touch your pleasure, only needing a little more, “please,” 

He’s panting, a glisten of sweat across his chest, and he twists his head to the side to kiss your calf before he tightens his hold and draws out, forcefully pushing back inside you and knocking you back on the cushion as he does. 

“Fuck,” you moan, “I’m close,” 

Seonghwa drops to a crouch, holding your head steady in his hand so you don’t have to support yourself and kissing your head, “What a mess he’s making of you,” he says, low and pointed in your ear. 

“Oh god,” your body is trembling despite the way you’re held in place, and your mouth drops open. 

“Fuck,” Yunho groans, still thrusting into you, hips crashing against yours like a drumbeat, “fuck, baby,” 

With your eyes on Yunho and Seonghwa murmuring in your ear, your body locks up. You curl forwards, twisting on the bed with the sudden rush of pleasure and Yunho slips his cock free, letting you pull away from him. You’re shaking when he eases his legs off your shoulders, and you look to him immediately. He’s still rock hard, glistening with your slick arousal but still desperate and straining. Both of them still need to come, and despite being a shuddering mess, you want them again. 

Yunho rocks back and out of his kneeling crouch, stretching his legs out long in front of him and you watch him make a slight wince from his knees being bent for so long. Yunho relaxes against the pillows and smiles over at you. Seonghwa strokes your cheek once more, and then moves to settle next to Yunho on the bed, laying long next to him, his still hard cock resting on his husband’s thigh. 

If you had to guess, after the evening you had earlier, they probably both assume you aren’t going to want to try something new, but you do. You’ve wanted them both for months now. You pull yourself up and sigh, a laugh on your lips as you realize just how fucked out you must look. 

“Doing okay?” Seonghwa checks, always wary after taking you so roughly. 

You clear your throat, and though it feels a little tight, you’re fine. You smile and nod, “I’m good,” 

Yunho swallows, and opens his mouth to say something but you’ve already started to move forwards, pulling yourself up on his chest and meeting eye to eye. He chuckles and runs a hand up your bare back, “Hey, sweetheart,” 

“Hey,” you kiss him softly. 

“What are you thinking?” He smiles, “You have a look,” 

“Let’s try,” You murmur, pecking his lips again and reaching for Seonghwa. 

Yunho’s hand stills and he pulls away to get a better look at you, “Tonight?” 

You shrug, trying to keep things light despite the nervous flutter inside you, “Yeah, I mean, that was the plan,” 

Yunho still seems hesitant but Seonghwa leans in and captures your lips, kissing you tenderly and tracing his fingers across your bare skin, “If you’re ready,” 

You nod, and when both of you shift to look at Yunho, he sighs. He’s always been a bit nervous about both of them fucking you at the same time, concious that it might be uncomfortable or even hurt, but you know you’ll be fine. After months of getting comfortable size training with plugs and experimenting with them both, it’s just a matter of you all saying yes at the same time. 

Yunho nods and Seonghwa smiles, hopping up off the bed so he can go to his nightstand and locate a bottle of lubricant. Yunho positions himself a little better, reclined with his legs wide, but still largely seated against the headboard, and then he pats his thigh. 

You move to straddle him, holding yourself up on your knees and sinking down onto his cock again, shuddering at the full feeling. 

“Let’s take our time,” Seonghwa says as he climbs back on the bed and settles behind you, both of you now effectively straddling Yunho’s hips. 

You nod, turning to look over your shoulder, “So… how should we do this?” 

Seonghwa drops a kiss on your shoulder, “Don’t be nervous,” he wraps his arms around you, tucking you into his chest tenderly and settles his hands over your stomach. “You’re trembling,” he observes.

Yunho’s hands run up the length of your thighs, back up and down to calm you, “We’ll take care of you,” he soothes, “we always do.” 

“I know,” you murmur, and let your head fall back against Seonghwa’s shoulder. 

“Hwa,” Yunho looks over you to his husband, “she needs a little warming up,” 

You nod, and Seonghwa kisses your skin again, “Touch her, make sure she’s wet,” he kisses you again, “I’ll do the rest,” 

The hold you, pliable between them, and you can do nothing but let them. Yunho presses his thumb to your swollen clit and starts to rock it in circles, groaning a little when your walls contract in response on his cock inside you. Seonghwa spends time kissing you, his breath tickling your skin as he sucks softly on your neck, one hand moving up so he can flick your nipple slowly. 

You gasp, your body jerking lightly on its own, bouncing only an inch or so up on Yunho, but he nods, “That’s good, you can move,” 

With slow movements you start to lift yourself up and sink back down, fluttering warmth through your body and getting you fully accustomed to his size in this new position. You stay like this for a few moments, Yunho groaning softly below you, Seonghwa tenderly caressing your skin. 

You barely catch the look they give each other, but then Seonghwa leans back from you and Yunho reaches up, “Come here, baby,” he murmurs, pushing your hair over your shoulder as you lean over him. Yunho kisses you, tongue flicking against yours while he holds you steady. 

Seonghwa cups your ass with one hand and squeezes, kneading your soft flesh gently with soothing touches. You make a noise of surprise against Yunho’s lips when Seonghwa finally presses his fingertip to the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks. 

“Just relax,” Seonghwa pets you softly, “we’ve done this part before,” 

You sigh, dropping your head to Yunho’s chest, “I know, I’m good,” 

Seonghwa’s slow, practiced at making sure you feel no pain and you’re properly worked open before he even thinks about fucking you. His fingers are coated in warming lubricant and by the time he’s inserted two inside you and started to scissor them, you’re panting, “Please, I’m ready,” 

“Okay,” Seonghwa kisses your shoulder, “You feel good?” 

“Mm,” you nod against Yunho’s chest and he strokes his hand through your hair. 

Seonghwa shifts behind you and you hear him uncap the bottle of lubricant again, when he shuffles close the head of his cock brushes against your ass cheek and you inhale sharply. You’re starting to feel desperate. Seonghwa strokes your hip, calm and steady, and before you know it the head of his cock is pushing inside you. You gasp against Yunho, your fingers tightening on him at the surprising sensation. 

“There we go,” Seonghwa says softly, sliding in another inch, “how about now?” 

“More,” you nod, “you feel amazing,” 

Yunho chuckles below you, “That good?” 

“You have no idea,” you groan as Seonghwa moves again, this time pushing more, and he must be nearly all the way inside you now. 

“Fuck,” he breathes behind you, his hand suddenly tight on your hips. 

“Are you okay?” You glance back, but the expression on Seonghwa’s face is nothing but pure pleasure. 

“You’re so tight,” he groans again as he thrusts his cock just a little more, “Yunho… you’re,” 

“I know,” Yunho lets out a deep exhale and you shift around to look up at him. 

“Does it feel different for you too?” 

Yunho can only nod, biting his lip when Seonghwa finally thrusts again, this time fully pressed inside you and choke out a sudden moan, pulled from somewhere deep inside you at the sudden buzzing sensation in your belly. 

“Still good?” Seonghwa checks, his voice strained. 

“Yes, fuck yes,” 

“Thank fuck,” Yunho manages, “this is too good,” 

“I need somebody to move,” your hips shift back as if to draw them both deeper and they both make their own little noises of surprised pleasure. 

“You first,” Yunho says to Seonghwa, “let’s see if that still feels good,” 

You lean up, perched on Yunho’s chest, and Seonghwa kisses your shoulder once again before leaning back and starting to thrust. The first drag of his cock out and back in has you dizzy already, you’ve never felt so full. Combined like this they have your body stretched wide, but you can take it, and with every movement your muscles start to relax further. 

“Yunho,” your voice a tight whine. 

His eyes flick back to your face, “Baby?”

“I need you,”

“Are you,” 

“Don’t ask me if I’m sure,” your voice caught in a moan, “please just fuck me,” 

The switch flips instantly, “Hwa, stop,” 

“Why?” You blink your eyes open. 

Seonghwa stops moving but Yunho smiles at you, “Come here, hold yourself up a bit,” he prompts you and with his help you shift your hips higher. Yunho plants his feet on the bed and uses the leverage to pulse up once, an experimental thrust at this angle and you grip his shoulders. 

“Stay just like that for me,” Yunho holds your waist, his gaze darkening and he smiles up at you, “be a good girl and we’ll give you everything,” 

Seonghwa pants pleasantly behind you, humming a soft moan and as your eyes flutter shut they start to work in tandem. If you thought you were stretched before, full before, anything at all before this sensation, you were wrong. You almost lose your grip on Yunho and fall forwards but he won’t let you go. 

“I always knew you could take us,” Seonghwa groans, “but feeling it?” 

You mumble, incoherent words caught in pleasure. 

“Look at you,” Yunho reaches to cup your face, his thumb flicking along your bottom lip where your mouth hangs open, “You were made for us,” 

Hot pleasure expands inside you, the feeling rising up your chest and into your throat and your body trembles between them, sweat slick now and aching but you never want this to end. His words pull another whining cry and his brows knit together as they fuck you. 

“This little body,” he pants, “molded just for us,” 

“Yunho!” your hands tighten on his chest. 

The pace increases, and that’s when it all falls apart inside you. It feels suddenly like tumbling, like you were building up to a perfect pressure and then a snap cracks apart inside you, a weightless blurry feeling to your limbs and a sudden heat flooding up your cheeks.

“I’m going to come,” you hear Seonghwa groan behind you as your muscles lock down around them. 

Yunho locks his hand over his husband’s where it’s anchored on your hip, “Fuck yes, baby, fill up our girl,” 

When Seonghwa comes it’s with a hard thrust, pushing you forwards on Yunho and only extending your orgasm, leaving you shaking, quivering and confused. Your ears are ringing, and when Seonghwa pulls out of you with a groan the sound that leaves you is panicked and tight. 

“Shh,” Yunho murmurs, soothing you. 

With Seonghwa shifting away, Yunho holds you to his chest and rolls you over smoothly, keeping himself locked inside you as he does. On your back your legs fall open, your muscles spent, and he kisses you again, Seonghwa moving to lay next to you both. 

“I can’t,” everything feels fuzzy, your orgasm leaving you tender and raw. 

“Come here, my love,” Yunho murmurs, holding you close as he rolls his hips into you at a slower pace. 

He’s never called you that before, and through the fog you meet his eyes, shining and warm. Seonghwa shifts closer, reaching between you to cup your cheek. “Our beautiful girl,” he sighs. 

Yunho grunts at a particularly forward thrust and catches your eyes again, “Can I have you?” He must be close, but the slow pace he’s keeping up for your comfort isn’t enough, and you nod quickly. 

“Always,” you manage, “I’m yours,” 

His eyes snap shut and he drops over you, fucking you faster and finding the right friction for himself. You hold on, gripping him tightly and Seonghwa shifts, kissing Yunho’s arm, his shoulder, stroking his back and tenderly coaxing him to release.

“You’re ours,” Yunho pants in your ear, and you shudder against him, “you belong to us, baby,”

You nod against him, “Yes, yes,” you’re overstimulated but still feeling lights of pleasure up your spine and you moan, biting your lip and your eyes slipping shut. 

“Say it,” he begs you, “please,” 

His words from earlier echo through your mind - Aren’t we enough? 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your lips against his ear, “I’m yours, I belong to you, baby. Only you,” 

He comes with a stuttered cry, falling over you, his cheek against the mattress next to your head, breath shuddering. His weight on top of you quickly becomes too much and you tap his side. Yunho shifts off, pulling his now softening cock free, and for the first time you feel a chill, utterly empty at the loss of them. 

Seonghwa notices your expression immediately, sliding down the bed and finding your eyes, “Are you alright?” 

You nod, and emotion catches in your throat, “Yes, but will you hold me please?” 

Yunho shifts around at the tone of your voice, and they both move in, cradling your body between them. 

Yunho strokes your hair, “What’s wrong, my love?” The first time you weren’t sure you heard it right, but you must have. You’ve only ever heard him call Seonghwa that. 

You push those feelings to the side for a moment and snuggle into Seonghwa’s chest, tugging Yunho’s hand so he’ll come closer and spoon you better from behind. “I just feel like I need you close,” you try to explain, “it was so much and then you weren’t there,” 

“We are,” Seonghwa hugs you closer, “I promise you we are,” 

You rest like this. It takes time for the feeling to come back to your body and for your mind to come through the fog, for the emotions that suddenly welled up to recede again. Seonghwa’s humming softly when you stop drifting in and out of sleep, his fingers in your hair. 

You sigh heavily against his chest, and Yunho shifts behind you, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. “Baby?” 

“Hi,” you breathe, and you kiss Seonghwa’s chest before you roll to your back between them. 

“How are you?” Seonghwa asks first. 

“Exhausted,” you smile, “but that was so perfect,” 

“Good,” Seonghwa kisses your palm and goes back to playing with your fingers gently, “we should get you washed up and get some food in you,” 

“Mm,” you stretch, testing out your limbs and the little aches of your body, “I don’t think I’ll ever make it out of this bed,” 

Yunho grins, “Come on, I’ll even keep you company,” he kisses you quick and stands, holding out a hand for you. 

Seonghwa sighs, “I’m going to warm up dinner again, I’ll shower after you.” 

“Oh,” You twist to look at him, “you’re not coming?” 

“I can,” he smiles, “do you want me to?” 

“Please,” 

Behind you the sound of the shower turns on and you know Yunho is warming up the water for you like he always does. Seonghwa touches your cheek softly, and pulls himself out of bed to locate his boxers, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll go preheat the oven and put the dinner in, and then I’ll come meet you in the shower. Is that okay?” 

“Yeah,” you sigh, “that’s good. I just want to be together tonight,” 

“I know,” he says, “I won’t take long, I promise.”

“Shower’s ready,” Yunho calls, and you stretch your tired limbs to stand and meet him. Your body feels sore, but in a good way. 

You meet Yunho in the bathroom, and he brings you up for a kiss, stroking your cheek gently before moving back the shower curtain and helping you step in. He dips you back into the warm spray, taking care with you as he scrubs you clean, somewhat of a post-coital ritual now in your lives. 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he says quietly. 

“Yunho,” you rest a hand on his chest, “you don’t have to apologize again,” 

“I know,” he nods, “but I still never should have spoken to you that way, treated you that way. I was jealous, and I let it get to me,” 

You nod, rubbing his chest softly, feeling his heart thumping under your hand, “It’s okay,” 

“It’s not,” he shakes his head, “and I’m not normally like that. I don’t like that side of me, but when it comes to people I love, I don’t always make the best judgment calls.” 

The word hangs there between you, and he doesn’t even know he’s said it. He reaches for the shampoo like nothing, but you’re frozen, a knot tight in your gut. He glances and sees your expression, tipping some of the shampoo in his hand, “What?” 

“You love me?” 

His eyes widen, realizing his mistake, “I didn’t mean to say it like that,” he swallows tightly and nods, “but yes,” 

Tears prick at the back of your eyes suddenly, “What about Hwa?” 

Yunho grins, laughing at your terrified expression, “We both love you,” 

“You do?” 

“Yes,” he drops the bottle, letting the water wash his hand clean and pulling you in, “We weren’t sure when to tell you,”

“But what about,” you pull his hand to yours, your finger running over his ring.

“We’ll figure it out,” he shrugs, “none of that matters, we feel how we feel.” 

You dip forwards and rest your head on his chest, he wraps his arms around you snugly and sighs. “Yunho,” you murmur, “I love you too,” 

He kisses your head sinking into your touch, the nervous knot in his own gut dissipating with your words. A quiet knock sounds on the wall by the shower and Seonghwa’s voice floats in with the steam, “Can I come in?” 

“Yep,” Yunho’s voice cracks above you, and for a split second you think there might have been tears in his eyes but he clears his throat and recovers well if there were. Seonghwa steps in, relaxing into the hot spray and looks at you both. 

“What did I miss?” he looks between you. 

You can’t help but grin, they love you. Seonghwa’s warm round eyes assess you and he smiles, still trying to work it out, “What’s with you?” 

Yunho opens his mouth to cut in, but you get there first, “I love you.” 

Seonghwa stills, eyes flicking to his husband and then back to you.

“It’s okay,” Yunho rests a hand on his arm, “I told her,” 

You step closer, wrapping an arm around Seonghwa and tucking in close, “He told me you love me, that you both do,” 

“Oh,” he wraps his arms around you, “well then,” his voice a whisper.

Yunho rests a hand on your back, dipping down to kiss Seonghwa softly, an apology in his expression at the timing but it barely matters. Seonghwa had thought about planning something special, but in the end if you were together that was surely enough. He murmurs his love low in your ear, pulling you up for a kiss and holding you close. 

Under the warm water, both of your boys wrap themselves around you. Breathing steadily together and intertwining your fingers, hot kisses saying everything you’re not sure how to put into words yet. They give you dinner like always, and brush out your hair. They cuddle and caress you and each other on the couch later as you relax, and then ask you about your work week ahead. They spoon you in bed, and ease you asleep, just like always, and in the morning you know for sure, you’re staying for good this time. 

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their gift (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: third installment in the husbands series; your relationship with them grows, blossoming into something more secure and more permanent. you spend the night loving each other. part one: room for three || part two: and if i stay

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // have even more husbands yunhwa. i can't contain it, every time i see them next to each other i want to write another installment....

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, married!yunhwa, established yunhwa x reader relationship, mmf, praise play, degredation/humilitation, use of a bdsm collar, pet play, rough foreplay, rough sex, oral (m receiving), hard dom hwa and use of sir, hard dom yunho and use of daddy, yunho also subs, fingering, squirting, gratuitous use of puppy, good girl, slut, etc., anal play and anal sex, dildos, thigh riding, some light pain play, spanking/impact play, overall this is just an exceptional fuck-a-thon - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 11.2K

my masterlist || read it on AO3

You have to admit, you’re a little nervous. Riding in an uber back to their apartment - your apartment, you fidget with your fingers nervously and chew the inside of your cheek. It had been a very unexpected, and very detailed Saturday. You run the pad of your thumb unconsciously across the edge of your newly manicured nails and click the lock on your phone again to see if you’ve gotten any more texts from them.

 Seonghwa’s last message hangs unanswered, and you drag up on the chat of your messages, as if that will make something new appear and explain what’s going on. 

When you get home, get cleaned up and put on the gift I’ve laid out for you. Read the note, and wait. 

He’s given you instructions via text before, but after the day you’ve had of pampering and preening, it feels different. The bags at your feet contain neatly wrapped new clothing, each piece folded perfectly between layers of fine cream tissue and wrapped with black ribbon. Seonghwa had provided you with an itinerary, a gift from both of your lovers, all paid for and planned meticulously down to the last moment. 

Life with them over the past few months had taken on new growth. No longer just casual and undefined, you are instead a part of their lives and they are a part of yours. Living in their apartment is new, but even after all this time they are still making good on their promise to take care of you. 

As the black car slides to a stop outside the apartment, your stomach erupts in little butterflies. It had been awhile since you had been properly nervous with them, and you pat your clammy hands dry on your trousers. You head upstairs, steadying your breathing, finding your key buried in the bottom of your purse, and continuously checking your phone. 

You push open the door to the apartment and look around, met only with quiet. “Hwa?” You call into the empty apartment, “Baby, are you here?” 

You’re met with silence. 

“Yunho?” You shut the door behind you, setting your bags by the door and sliding off your shoes. 

Again, the apartment is quiet, but when you listen a little more you can hear something faint in the background, the soft backbeat of music from the back of the apartment. You check your phone again, and still nothing. Moving through the apartment you start to hear the music more defined the farther back you go. With a sigh you push open the door, your mouth dropping open immediately. 

Your shared bedroom is lit with the warm glow of white candles, lining the sill of the large sweeping windows casting a soft yellow glow across the space, and the steady sound of warm summer rain against the window makes you wonder if he even planned that detail. 

Stepping closer to the edge of the large bed, your mouth runs dry. A sizable black box sits perfectly centered on the bed, a note resting on top. To the left of the box is a new robe, a perfectly shimmering cream and like soft silk to the touch. You run your fingers along it, realizing immediately where this night is going and your stomach knots in anticipation. Lifting the note, you read it quickly. 

Darling - 

We’ll be home in thirty minutes. Please put on your new gifts and wait for us, you know how we want you. Do not open the red box. Do not break the rules. 

With love.

It’s unsigned, but you know it’s Seonghwa. His handwriting is distinct, and while Yunho thinks ahead and favors games like this, he’s rarely the one to plan things out with this level of detail. 

You set the note aside and look to the right of the black box to see the red box that Seonghwa referenced in his note. Despite his instructions you see another, smaller note affixed to it and you smile when you read it. 

A gift for our darling, for Yunho’s eyes only. Be patient.

He had never planned something quite like this, you think. 

Checking the time, you know now you have more like twenty minutes, and you need to assess what he’s given you to prepare with, and how complex it might be. You set the red box on the bench at the end of the bed and slide off the lid of the black box. 

Your breath catches in your throat when you part the tissue paper inside and see what is laid inside for you. A blush pink set, simple and mesh but effective and sexy, leaving little to the imagination. A matching garter belt waits as well, a set of sheer cream stockings, and beneath it all a blown glass plug. He wants you pretty tonight, pliant and touch starved, and after the last few weeks of work you’re fairly sure it won’t be an act. 

Heat pools in your belly as you lift the plug, clear glass with pink twisting smoke inside to form a rosette at the base. The pink matches the lingerie perfectly, every detail perfect and soft. 

You move quickly, cleaning up as fast as you can in the bathroom and making sure you look and feel your best for the night ahead. When you’re ready, you relax yourself with a long exhale, and push the lubricated plug past the tight ring of muscle of your ass, and ensure it’s perfectly in place. Within minutes you’re finished dressing and looking yourself over in the large mirror that rests against one wall. As you slip the robe over your shoulders it all starts to fall into place. 

This night isn’t a gift for you necessarily, you are being wrapped and gifted for them, for Yunho. The thought sends a bubble of pleasure through you, and you can feel yourself tense around the plug, the pleasant weight of it already building the anticipation inside you. 

You had discussed a scene like this, but it was so long ago, and you are realizing only now that Seonghwa had kept his husband’s fantasies and filed them away for a night like tonight. You cinch the robe loosely closed, and position yourself in the perfect center of the bed, waiting patiently on your knees, the red box directly in front of you at the foot of the bed. You wait. 

You hear Yunho first, his laugh sharp and happy at the far side of the apartment. You can’t quite make out their words but they sound good, relaxed and pleasant like a Saturday night should be. You double check the way your robe is sitting, how it parts to reveal some of your skin strategically, before resting your hands on your thighs and waiting. 

“Is she home?” You hear Yunho ask, their voices getting closer to the bedroom door. 

“Mhm,” Seonghwa’s warm tone echoes through. 

“I don’t understand why she couldn’t come to dinner,” Yunho says. 

“Don’t you not trust me by now?” Seonghwa sighs and you hear the knob of the door rattle as someone on the other side grips it. 

“Hwa,” Yunho groans. 

“Come on,” Seonghwa says, and the door handle twists. 

When Yunho sees you, his lips part, eyes blowing wide as he takes you in. Seonghwa grins, leaning in and kissing his husband on the cheek before moving into the room, but Yunho barely registers it, his eyes are raking over you. 

“You look beautiful, darling,” Seonghwa crosses the room for you, cupping your cheek and leaning in for a kiss. 

“Hi,” You manage, “is this what you pictured?” 

“Let’s ask Yunho, shall we?” Seonghwa sits next to you, legs crossed and hanging over the edge of the bed, but he reclines towards you, your shoulders nestled together, “My love?” 

Yunho’s eyes flick to him. 

“How does our beautiful girl look to you?” Seonghwa’s fingertips run up and down your thigh. 

“Perfect,” Yunho seems to recover slightly now that the shock has worn off, and he steps into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. 

Seonghwa turns to you and kisses your cheek again, “Was the day nice?” 

“It was almost too nice, Hwa,” You rest your hand on his and give it a squeeze, “you pamper me too much,” 

“Hardly,” He shakes his head. 

“What’s this?” Yunho’s eyes find the red box, his long fingers brushing delicately over the note. 

“A present for you both,” Seonghwa explains. 

“What’s the occasion?” Yunho smiles. 

“Hmm,” Seonghwa sits up, sliding off his suit jacket and moving towards Yunho at the foot of the bed, “Honestly? You’ve both been working so hard. Long hours, sleepless nights, and I haven’t heard a complaint out of either of you.” 

Yunho’s smile softens, his eyes shining, and you feel warmth bloom in your chest. Yunho reaches for him and brushes his hand along Seonghwa’s jaw, “I know that look,” he murmurs, “you have something planned.” 

Seonghwa shrugs, “Open your present,” 

Yunho straightens up and lifts the box, reading the note again and looking at you. 

“If it’s not the right time,” Seonghwa says, calm and even, “we’ll save it for another night.” 

A flood of heat rushes through you, blush surely darkening your cheeks, and you know exactly what is going to be nestled in the box. These threads of Yunho’s fantasies are knitting together before your eyes, and while Yunho looks pleasantly bemused, you know that when he sees what’s inside he’s going to fall apart. 

Seonghwa meets your eyes, a pointed look communicating something silently, and you nod, assuring. You’ve grown accustomed to silently communicating with them, especially where the bedroom is concerned, and while Yunho doesn’t pick up on it, you see Seonghwa’s shoulders relax. 

Yunho lifts the lid, and his breath catches, “Oh,”

“Do you like it?” He checks. 

Yunho brushes his fingers along the item in the box that you can’t quite see yet, and smiles, “I love you,” 

Seonghwa sighs, relieved, and moves into Yunho’s space to kiss him softly. Your body buzzes with anticipation now that you know what’s about to happen. Seonghwa leans back and smiles at you, undoing his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves, moving behind you on the bed so he can kneel behind you. 

“Hello,” He murmurs as he shuffles closer, his legs wide so he can effectively fold around you, his chest warm against your back, “are you ready for us, love?” 

He can feel your heart racing, you’re sure of it, but you keep calm and nod, “Anything you want tonight, I’m yours,” 

Yunho hums pleasantly, and Seonghwa presses a sweet kiss to your temple. 

Seonghwa’s arms wrap around you, his hands settling over the looped tie of your robe, “Should I show you your present, baby?” 

Yunho swallows hard, his throat jumping and he nods. The room feels stifling hot and chilled all at once as Seonghwa slowly pulls the knot open, sliding it off your shoulders torturously slow and parting it open to reveal your body to Yunho. Seonghwa rests a warm palm over your belly and you can practically feel him smiling, “Look at how beautiful she is for us tonight,” 

Yunho closes the box, setting it aside and climbing onto the bed, kneeling in front of you both, looking between you, and you can see the moment he starts to shift into his firmer persona. His fingers coast over your skin, dipping over the swell of your breasts, dragging up and down your chest, his thumb dragging up the front of your throat and down again, resting at the hollow. 

“Baby,” Yunho murmurs, meeting your eyes and tightening his hand just slightly, “will you be good for me tonight?” 

Your hips shift unconsciously and Seonghwa chuckles behind you, his fingers stroking your stomach. You nod, “So good,” 

“Mm,” Yunho sighs, “do you want to see what’s in the box?” 

“Please,” your voice is needier than you want it to be so early in the night, but caged between them you can already feel yourself trembling. 

Yunho straightens up and reaches for Seonghwa over your shoulder, tugging him forward and catching his mouth in a hungry kiss. You jut forwards, pressing yourself against Yunho’s chest, your cheek on his crisp white shirt. Seonghwa moans softly into his husband’s mouth and Yunho laughs lightly against him. When Yunho’s hand closes over Seonghwa’s and starts to slide it down your belly you gasp, gripping onto his bicep to steady yourself. 

“I can’t believe you did this,” Yunho groans, still devouring Seonghwa’s lips. He moves his husband’s hand down your body, slipping under the hem of your panties without a second thought and you feel their combined fingers parting your folds. 

You can’t see them with how you’re sandwiched between them but you hear the moment their lips break apart and Yunho shifts, “You’re so wet already, my love,” 

“Oh,” You breath, your fingers tightening on him 

Yunho moves Seonghwa’s hand further, guiding two of his fingers up inside you before Yunho returns his own fingers to your swelling clit and starts to rock. The pleasure is immediate, sharp and hot and you press your eyes closed, moaning against them. 

Seonghwa’s fingers start to pump, slow and firm and you scramble against Yunho’s chest. 

“I think she likes being your pretty present,” Seonghwa’s voice is deeper now, and he kisses your shoulder. 

“Mm,” Yunho grips your hip with his free hand and rocks them forwards to reposition you as he teases you, “my perfect gift,” 

“Please,” You whine, jerking your hips again. 

Yunho slides his hand again, closing once again over Seonghwa’s, and he pulls both of their hands away from your aching heat and out of your panties. They love to tease, love to see how far they can push you before you fall apart, and then how many times you can come before it breaks you. Yunho leans back and direct’s Seonghwa’s fingers up to your lips. Holding his gaze you accept them against your tongue, closing your lips around them and sucking off the wetness of your arousal. You can feel Seonghwa’s erection pressing against the small of your back, growing harder with every sharp suck and he groans, his free hand cupping your cunt and holding you there, the heat from his hand making your head spin. 

Yunho pulls Seonghwa’s hand free and presses his own fingers to your lips, his mouth parted and he nods as you run your tongue along his digits. The weight of them on your tongue is pleasant and delicious and you rock your hips against the firm press of Seonghwa’s hand. 

“Calm down,” Yunho shakes his head, “you’ll come soon enough,” 

You shudder, his fingers sliding out of your mouth and he smiles before backing away properly to give you some air. Seonghwa’s hand releases you, and he simply holds your trembling body in his arms as Yunho reaches for the box. 

“Should I open it for you?” Yunho asks, his hand ready at the front of the box to lift it open. 

You nod, your stomach knotting up at the anticipation. 

Yunho shares a look with Seonghwa over your shoulder, and you watch him soften as he lifts it open. The gift nestled in the velvet interior of the box is just as you pictured, a perfect simple gold chain, with a square clasp at the back. Hanging from the center is a round pendant, a gold circle with a knot at the top to secure it to the chain. Pressed into the velvet next to the necklace is a small screw and delicate turn key, and your eyes prick with tears. You know the necklace is sexual, a collar meant to mark you as their submissive lover, but the permanent lock and the weight of what this means in your hands has you melting between them. 

“It’s so beautiful,” You breathe, glancing up to Yunho. 

He cups your cheek, bringing your eyes back up, “Are you ready for this?” 

“Yes,” You nod, leaning into Seonghwa’s arms, “please, put it on me,” 

“I told you,” Seonghwa murmurs. 

Yunho smiles, warmth radiating from him, and he sets the box to the side, deftly removing the necklace and shifting on the bed to come behind you alongside Seonghwa who gathers your hair into his hand and lifts it away from your neck. 

The necklace loops around you, the pendant perfectly hanging at the base of your throat, and you shiver at the feeling of the cool metal, the weight of it grounding you. Yunho brings the clasp together and you watch as he takes the screw and the locking mechanism from the velvet box. 

“Hold this,” Yunho murmurs and you feel Seonghwa’s fingers against your neck too. 

Their fingers working together, they secure the necklace with a click. They pause, Yunho’s fingertips brushing along the permanent lock for just a moment before your hair is released and both of your lovers gather you back into their arms. 

“Do you know what this means?” Yunho nuzzles against your head, kissing along your jaw and working his way towards your throat. 

You gasp, the way they tug you further against them making you lose your position on the bed and you unfurl your legs, steading yourself with a hand on Seonghwa’s thigh. Seonghwa cups your breast, flicking your hardened nipple and massaging the plush curve of your breast. Things are about to get heated fast, and you blink hard, “It means I’m yours, I belong to you.” 

“Mm,” Yunho sucks softly on your throat just above the necklace, the collar, “it means we belong to each other.” 

“Yun,” You gasp, falling back against his shoulder. 

“We’re going to take you apart tonight,” Yunho nips with his teeth, “every inch of you until you can’t remember your own name,” 

You moan, sharp pleasure striking through you. 

“You’ll take everything,” He presses down hard on the soft part of your stomach just above your pubic bone, “and you’ll say please and thank you,” 

“Yes, yes,” You’re already writhing in their arms. 

“y/n,” Seonghwa bites at your ear, sucking softly on the lobe before he murmurs low, “will you be a good pet for us?” 

Your muscles clench around nothing and you nod, panting, “Yes, yes, please,” 

“Yes, what?” Seonghwa’s thumb and forefinger tighten, pinching your nipple firmly and you gasp sharply. 

You weren’t sure when you walked into the night exactly who you’d be with - the way they shift fluidly between dominant with you, submissive with each other, and sometimes just devouring you with passion, with love and need like you’ve never known before. But here and now, with the collar locked around your throat, you know who you’re caught between. 

He pinches again when you don’t answer right away, not enough to draw real pain but just enough to shock your brain and you babble out the right response, “Yes, sir,” 

“There you go,” Seonghwa hums, “I knew you could do it.” 

Yunho’s fingers toy with the straps of your elastic pink garter, lifting part of it over your thigh and letting it snap back down against your skin with a sharp sound, “What a needy puppy,” 

Yunho sucks sharply on your throat again, snapping the harness a little harder this time and you moan, your hips rolling to try and find some friction but finding none, “Yunho!” 

He snaps the harness harder, “Not right now, sweetheart,” 

“Daddy,” You choke out, caught between the way their hands are exploring your body, “I’m sorry, Daddy,” 

He sighs hot and warm against your skin, pleasantly melting against you at the words on your lips. You had gotten used to using ‘sir’ with Seonghwa, especially with the way he usually commanded the harder scenes, favoring a punishment of sharp spanks while Yunho soothed you, but calling Yunho anything is new. You had moaned it out in the middle of an orgasm the first time, the word slipping out of you with Yunho’s cock buried deep to the hilt inside you, and his reaction had solidified it as not just a playful want, but a need. 

“God,” Seonghwa groans, “say that again,” 

“Daddy,” You repeat, your voice breathy when Seonghwa presses down on your clit through the mesh of your underwear. 

“I love when you call him that,” Seonghwa confesses, pulling Yunho’s mouth up to his and kissing his husband soundly. When they shift, you feel Yunho’s hard cock through his black trousers and you brush your fingers along it, pressing along the shaft with the pads of your fingers. 

Yunho breaks the kiss and curses, pushing your hand away and pulling himself off the bed to stand. 

For a beat, you wonder where things will go but then you watch Yunho recover and he sweeps his hands through his hair to smooth it away from his face. He crosses to the middle of the room, standing on the hardwood floor a few feet from you and he starts to loosen his tie. 

“Come,” He says, firm and even. 

Seonghwa pushes you forwards to help you out of your reclined position and you stand on shaky legs, moving towards him. 

“Down,” He glances quickly at the floor and lifts his loosened tie over his head. 

As you kneel, you hear Seonghwa move off the bed as well, the rustle of the bed sheets and the creak of the bench at the end of the bed as he sits behind you. Yunho licks his lips, glancing between you and Seonghwa before he takes a step forward and crouches in front of you. 

He strokes your hair, petting you softly until his thumb strokes across your lips, parting them and hooking over your bottom teeth to drag your mouth open. He takes the loop of his tie and presses it between your teeth and when you bite down on the fabric, he smiles before standing, his hand coasting down the length of the tie until he’s holding the end of it. 

Your body feels electric, every rush of air across your skin sparking goose bumps, and you can barely breathe. The loop of his tie obstructs your mouth a little, soaking through with your saliva as you breathe around it, and he smiles as you adjust to the feeling of it between your lips. 

“Such a pretty puppy,” He sighs. 

You whine softly around the fabric, feeling the bubbling knot of heat in your core. 

He wraps the tie around his hand, closing it into his fist and he tugs it experimentally, just enough for you to feel the pull and shift forwards to accommodate the newly taut lead. 

“Hwa,” Yunho looks up at him, “undress her,” 

“You sure?” Seonghwa asks, but you hear him stand behind you. 

“Positive,” Yunho looks over your body, “I want her in just the collar.” 

“Fuck,” Seonghwa breathes. 

You steady your breathing around the fabric, staying even through your nose, your eyes locked on Yunho’s as Seonghwa’s fingers travel over your body. He unclasps your bra and the garter belt, sliding them away from your body and tossing them to the side. He draws you up high on your knees and he pulls down your panties, but Yunho makes a noise and Seonghwa pauses. 

“Just pull them down, don’t… leave them,” He gestures and Seonghwa understands easily, tugging your panties down so that they’re caught tight and stretched between your thighs, but leaving you fully exposed otherwise. 

Yunho takes a step away from you, his arm stretching out to account for the lead, but then he tugs down sharper than before and you collapse forwards onto all fours, locking down your jaw around the fabric to brace for another tug. 

“What’s this?” Yunho smiles, leaning over you, “What a filthy little thing, you are,” 

Seonghwa presses on the plug, shifting it deeper and sparking heat through you, a pleasurable spike from your core to your nipples. When you whine again, it’s Seonghwa who chuckles at you. 

“We pampered you all day,” He scolds you, his hand kneading one of your cheeks, “like a princess, and you still can’t help but act like a little slut,” 

You moan sharply, your hips jerking. 

Seonghwa presses again on the plug and his hand cracks down across your backside in a sharp spank that leaves you shrieking out a startled moan, the tingling vibrations echoing up your spine. Seonghwa makes a disappointed sound with his tongue on his teeth, “Is that what you are, baby? A fucking slut?” 

You nod, your head hanging between your arms and your eyes unfocused, fixed on the way your underwear is stretched and cutting into your plush thighs. 

“Answer me,” Seonghwa smacks again, and you feel the lead tug upwards to raise your head. 

“Yes sir,” You mumble around the cloth, and though the words are swallowed up they know you’re answering just like they want. 

“You want us to fuck you like a slut, puppy?” Seonghwa doesn’t wait for a reply before his palm cracks down again. 

“Please,” you whine, “sir, please,” 

“How wet is she?” Yunho asks, and you look up the length of the tie to see his hand, firmly gripping the lead still, the veins in his hand jumping as he flexes. 

Your eyes snap shut when Seonghwa sinks two fingers inside you, working them deep for a moment and stroking along your g-spot before pulling them free. “Look at that,” Seonghwa muses, “I’ve never seen her this soaked,” 

You’re trembling more now, barely able to contain the little mewling sounds you’re making and you know things are about to heat up with Yunho sighs above you, a groan on his lips. Yunho draws your head upwards to meet his eyes with the tie between your teeth and looks down at you, a soft look on his face. He strokes your hair with his free hand, “Does my sweet puppy need to come?” 

Your eyes flutter shut and you nod tightly, “Please, Daddy,” 

The hand stroking your hair shifts, moving to cup the back of your head and Yunho’s expression settles before he yanks on the lead, the combination of the pull with the tie and the push with his broad hand in your hair leaves you collapsing unceremoniously on the floor over his smooth black leather shoe. 

“Down,” He urges you again, pressing at the back of your head. 

You’re shaking, but you ease down your front half, and Yunho’s hand in your hair directs your cheek against his shoe. He presses more of the tie into your mouth with his free hand, stuffing it tight and stroking your cheek once before he says, “If you move, I’ll make you wait all night.” 

Your body clenches, and his hand positions perfectly to hold your head down against him. It should be humiliating, it’s certainly the furthest down the path of degradation play you’ve ever been, but something’s unlocking inside you with every push forward. It feels out of body the way you respond to his words, but you nuzzle your cheek against the stiff, warm leather of Yunho’s shoe and arch your back, your ass held high and body open and ready for them. 

“Good fucking girl,” Yunho groans. 

You feel Seonghwa’s hand lift away from your ass, and you know what’s coming, but the sharp sting of the spank still jerks you and you whine again, pressing your cheek further down to avoid lifting away with a moan. The fabric filling your mouth is hot and wet now, abrasive and difficult to breathe around but you focus your breath through your nose just like you would when taking them down your throat. 

“Let’s go,” Seonghwa says firmly, “how fast do you think we can make her come?” 

Yunho pets you again, before tightening his hand in your hair, “Let’s see,” 

Yunho drops to one knee beside you, and the position would probably feel awkward if not for Yunho’s tall lanky legs which allows you the space to stay pressed against his foot while he kneels on the other leg and reaches back around you. 

Yunho’s fingers find your slick folds, sinking down hard onto your clit and rocking his hand fast and firm. You moan hard around the tie, the feeling of finally being touched building heat so fast inside you that you’re dizzy. Seonghwa spanks you fast and firm once more and you cry out, desperate to move but locking yourself in place, one of your hands coming down hard onto the wood floor to steady you. 

“Listen to her whine,” Seonghwa’s hard, dominant voice sends a shock through you as he spanks you harder, “slutty puppy, begging for something inside her,” 

Your eyes roll back, the feeling of an orgasm building across your whole body. They have you pinned perfectly between them, and instead of giving you a moment to catch your breath, edging you up like they normally would, they only seem to bare down harder. Yunho’s hand presses firm, moving so fast against you now that you’re barely able to comprehend it, only feeling the deep pressure building. 

“So needy,” Seonghwa spits, clapping your ass with his hand again before thrusting three fingers deep inside you, thrusting them deeply a few times and then returning to delivering punishing spanks to either cheek. 

The noise you make sounds tight, feral, and disconnected, and your ears feel like they’re ringing as your body starts to shake. Yunho’s murmuring to you, but you can’t quite hear it, all you’re able to understand is the overwhelming sensation. Pressure drops inside you, a tickling sharpness that concentrates under Yunho’s hand, and it’s like nothing you’ve felt before. You’re close to scrambling out of their hold, the heady feeling too much all at once, but when Seonghwa’s palm cracks down once more, your body does break apart under them. 

The pressure releases hot and fast, fluid spilling from you and pouring down your thighs as your body breaks into desperate shakes. 

“Fuck,” Seonghwa’s hands shift to hold your hips, a little more gentle than a moment ago. 

“Fuck, baby,” Yunho works his hand quick, coaxing more out of you until you jerk away from his hand and your head lolls to the side off his shoe, the scene forgotten in the haze. 

“Get her up,” Yunho says, and you don’t know exactly why he sounds the way he does or who’s hands are who’s, but a moment later you’re being dragged back from the floor and into Seonghwa’s arms. 

“Here we go,” Seonghwa hooks his arms under each of your knees and opens you up wide. “Quick,” he beckons to Yunho. 

Yunho pushes up his sleeve higher to hook over his elbow, and crouches by your side, three of his fingers sinking inside you, searching for a moment before he finds your spongy g-spot and crooking his fingers just right. He pumps his hand in little short bursts, concentrating his movements over the core of your pleasure inside you, and you writhe against Seonghwa, pushing your hips into Yunho’s hand to chase the pleasure.

“Come for Daddy, baby,” Seonghwa commands, widening your legs, “you can do it,” 

“Again,” Yunho drags his fingers inside you just right and the feeling from a moment ago returns, fast and hard inside you. 

With a harsh cry you bite down on the tie, shaking desperately, and this time you watch as clear fluid erupts from your core, beckoned out of you with Yunho’s fingers. As you start to squirt he drags his hand out, returning to rub your clit fast and hard, and it’s messy but it’s everything, and your vision whites as you let yourself fall inside the pleasure. 

A moment later, Seonghwa releases your legs and you feel their hands easing you to the floor, your body still shuddering as you collapse into the warm wetness below you and into Seonghwa’s chest. You don’t realize how hard you’ve come until you feel the tie being pulled from your mouth and Seonghwa’s hand taps your cheek, “Baby? Love, wake up,” 

You suck in a sharp breath now that your mouth is unobstructed and blink your eyes open, Seonghwa craning around to get a good look at you as you rest against his shoulder. He cups your cheek, “Hey, my love, look at me,” 

You blink hard, focusing on him until your vision rights itself and you are able to form any kind of coherent thoughts. “Hey,” You sigh, wetting your lips with your tongue. 

“Fuck,” Seonghwa smiles and drops his forehead against yours, “alright, there you are,” 

“Did I go somewhere?” You hear the question leave you but as you start to come back to yourself you realize what must have happened is that for a brief moment you lost consciousness. 

“Come here,” Yunho collapses next to you both, looking relieved, and pulls you into him, kissing you tenderly. 

“Just scared us for a second,” Seonghwa says as you break away from Yunho’s mouth and rest between them, your thighs still trembling. 

“I’ve never,” You shake your head, “that was intense,” 

“Never?” Yunho asks, running his hand through your hair, “Even before us?” 

“No,” You sigh, “I didn’t think I could,” 

“How was it?” Seonghwa strokes your bare skin, tender and curious. 

“Amazing,” You sigh, feeling boneless, “I just wasn’t ready for it, I didn’t know,” 

“It’s alright,” Seonghwa soothes. 

“I’m sorry about the mess,” You manage. 

“Oh no,” Yunho rests a hand on your chest, stroking softly, “that was… it was very sexy,” 

“Mess can be good,” Seonghwa kisses your temple, “especially if it makes you feel like that,” 

“Mm,” Yunho sighs, “I want to see if we can make you do it again,” 

“God,” You laugh, “give me a little bit,” 

“Mhm,” He kisses you, “we’ve got all night,” 

Seonghwa eases up off the floor, making sure Yunho has a good hold on you, before heading towards the master bathroom. You watch as he strips off his damp clothes, tossing them in the laundry and rummaging around in the linen close for a few towels. You blush feeling a little cold and exposed now that you’re no longer in the hazy glow of your orgasm. 

“Oh no,” Seonghwa sees your expression and shakes his head, “don’t be embarrassed, I know that face.” 

“Hwa,” You sigh, moving to push off the floor but your legs are still not working yet. 

“No,” He interrupts you with a hand on your knee, “Yunho’s right, it was beyond sexy. I want to see if I can make you come on my cock like that,” 

“Seonghwa!” You clap a hand across your lips. 

“I’m sure Yun agrees,” Seonghwa smirks. 

Yunho brings you against him a little better, reaching around and gently slipping his fingers over your swollen clit. You jump against him, feeling sharp and exposed, but he shushes you. He doesn’t move his fingers much, just feels the way your clit is uniquely swollen and hard and he nods, “I do, and I don’t know about you Hwa, but I want to taste her more now,” 

Seonghwa nods, crouching by your side to towel you off, Yunho’s fingers slipping away from you. As Seonghwa cleans up a bit, Yunho takes the opportunity to stand, stripping off his own clothes, his white dress shirt visibly wet at the front and you watch him smile, self satisfied at the sight. 

You sigh, letting them take care of you since you’re feeling pretty boneless, and Seonghwa lifts you smoothly into his arms. He cradles you against his bare chest before he sets you down on the bed, spreading you out over a series of towels that are now laid out over the bed. 

“Oh,”

“When you’re ready,” Seonghwa kisses you, “we’ll keep going,” 

“Can I have a glass of water?” You ask, tugging one of the lightweight blankets over you. 

“Of course,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “I should have done that earlier,” 

He jogs off before you can tell him he’s being fussy. Yunho stretches long, and you bite your lip as you watch the way his muscles shift, the way his cock shifts up and stands at attention. He crawls across the bed, moving towards you and eases down next to you, one hand snaking inside the covers so he can cup your breast. 

“Hey,” He murmurs, “you’re doing okay, right?” 

Yunho has a habit of checking in like this - where Seonghwa trusts you to stop him or say when you’re not into something, Yunho second guesses. In the moment he can be confident and calm, but he still gets nervous that they’re pushing too hard, even now. 

“I’m perfect,” You assure him. 

He touches the necklace gently, fingers tracing the O-ring and he swallows nervously, “And this?” 

“I’m perfect,” You repeat, closing your hand over his, “and I love you,” 

“I love you too,” He softens, gathering you close and bringing your lips to his, “so much, sweetheart,” 

You draw his hand away from the collar, intertwining your fingers and letting your lips part, tongues flicking against each other. Heat rushes to your core again with a dull, sore throb and your thighs squeeze together. 

“Yeah?” He murmurs against your mouth, breaking your hands so he can reach under the blanket again and cup your hip. 

The feeling inside you that’s knotting up is something insatiable, and you pant and nod against his warm skin. 

“You need something?” He strokes your back, working your mouth. 

If he touches you with his hands again you might burst, but you need to feel something and fast. You shift, rolling towards him and yanking the blanket over him too. He leans back, reclined against the pillows and you ease yourself over him, straddling one of his thighs and laying down fully on his chest. 

“Is that better?” He asks, shifting his leg a little, increasing the pressure up on your core. 

“Much,” You sigh, rocking your hips slowly and sighing against his chest. 

“You’re hungry today,” He strokes your back again before resting both of his hands on your hips over the blanket. 

“Mhm,” You nuzzle into him, slowly grinding yourself against his thigh, “I just can’t stop,” 

“Good,” He drags you with his hands, matching your pace but just adding a little pressure, “you know you can use me anytime,” 

You shudder out a sigh, “I thought you wanted me begging and calling you Daddy,” 

“I already had that,” He shrugs, “I just want to be with you,” 

You hear the door swing open but you let your eyes slip closed, rolling your body against Yunho still. You hear the sound of a glass being put down next to you, and Seonghwa’s warm hand lands in the center of your back softly as he leans over you and kisses Yunho. 

“Already?” Seonghwa murmurs. 

“I think she just needed to feel something,” Yunho replies softly, squeezing your hip. 

You hum pleasantly, the warm comfort of pleasure enveloping you, “I don’t know what you’re doing to me today,” you stretch, leaning up on Yunho’s chest to perch on your forearms. 

“Don’t stop,” Seonghwa sits next to you on the small section of bed between Yunho and the edge, “if you need to come, come,” 

“This is getting greedy,” You smile, your hips starting to move again, “I need to touch you both,” 

“You will,” Yunho shushes you, shaking his head and dragging your wet core along his hot thigh. 

“Tell us how you want us,” Seonghwa asks softly, reaching under you to trace his fingertips softly over your hard nipples. 

You jerk softly and widen your legs to drop lower on Yunho’s leg, “I thought I was the gift for Yunho? Shouldn’t he tell us what he wants?” 

“Mm,” Seonghwa kisses your shoulder, “that is a good point,” 

“Me?” Yunho smiles, “I don’t know,” 

“Yes you do,” Seonghwa drags a thumb over your nipple again, “let’s see.” 

“You can have my mouth,” You offer, “or you could fuck me,” 

Yunho nods, “What else?” 

“You could watch Hwa fuck me,” your hand that is braced on his chest drags down his stomach, coasting along his pubic bone and the base of his cock, “or you could fuck me together?”

“What if,” Yunho sighs, body tense under you as you keep fucking yourself on his thigh, “maybe I do know what I want,” 

Seonghwa reaches around you, and you feel his hand join yours to wrap around Yunho’s prone cock. Yunho’s head drops back and he groans, his fingers tightening on you. Seonghwa leans against you, “Tell us, yeobo,” 

Yunho reaches for you, dragging you down to his mouth again, “I want you to come again, right here,” he flexes his thigh under you, “and then I want to watch Hwa make you squirt again,” 

“Fuck,” You curse against his lips. 

“And then,” He groans as Seonghwa’s hand drags up and over the soft head of his cock, “I want you on top,” 

“Oh,” You shudder, “I’m close,” You drop your head against Yunho’s chest, working yourself against him feverishly now. 

“That’s right,” Seonghwa’s hands land on you, one on your thigh and the other stroking your back, “there you go,” 

“I’m,” You moan, and Yunho wraps his arms around you, gathering you close to his chest. 

“Come for us, baby,” Yunho murmurs low, “I know you need it,” 

Your body curls, hips jerking as you rut yourself against him, but when you come again you’re barely able to keep yourself up. You fall apart with a gasping moan, and it takes about a minute of sighing aftershocks and their hands massaging your skin with soothing circles for you to slip into sleep against Yunho’s chest. 

You’re not sure how long you’ve fallen asleep for, but when you wake it’s to the feeling of the mattress shifting and the sound of hushed moaning. Your core throbs again, and as your thighs shift, you can feel how slick your arousal still is between your thighs. You’re sore, but you’re also incredibly empty, and as you ease your eyes open you know immediately that you won’t be sated until one of them is deep inside you. 

They’re wrapped together on the other end of the king bed, Yunho on top, and their mouths are locked in sync. You watch as they rock their hips, not yet fully fucking but you can see their cocks are slick with lubricant and glistening as they grind on each other. Yunho dips his head, capturing Seonghwa’s nipple in his mouth and flicking his tongue over it, earning a tight moan from Seonghwa. They clearly think you’re still asleep, desperately trying to stay quiet and not rock the bed too much, and you wonder how long they’ve been at this teasing game with each other. 

You find your clit under the blanket and start to rock, watching them as they pleasure each other, but it doesn’t feel right. With extremely quiet movements, you reach an arm out to the bedside table and slide open the drawer. You wait to see if they notice, but they don’t. Yunho has Seonghwa’s head turned to the side away from you, and he’s whispering something you can’t make out in his ear as he thrusts his hips for some friction. 

Your eyes don’t leave them, but you search the drawer, a feeling of relief washing over you when you find what you’re looking for. Quietly you move the dildo from the drawer to under the blanket, not bothering to try and find lube with how wet you are. You watch them still, opening your legs wide, and pushing the dildo inside. It’s not quite as large as Yunho, but it’s sizable and you feel stretched immediately, the head of the phallus shape dragging along your soft spots perfectly. 

Seonghwa twists under his husband and catches Yunho’s ear between his teeth, and when you hear his words you nearly cry out on the spot. “Just say you miss her pussy,” 

“Fuck,” Yunho pants, and you start to work the dildo in and out of your tight channel. 

“You do, don’t you,” Seonghwa teases him, and they roll, ending with Seonghwa on top, nestled between Yunho’s open legs and their cocks rubbing slickly against each other. 

“Hwa,” Yunho groans, “I swear to God,” 

“You swear?” Seonghwa teases. 

“Shh,” Yunho groans, “you’ll wake her,” 

“You’re the one making all the noise,” Seonghwa says. 

You’re shocked they haven’t noticed you yet, especially with the way you’re fucking yourself in earnest now, the blanket covering you slipping down to your hips. 

“Who’s needy now?” Seonghwa bites down on Yunho’s chest as he kisses his way across it, “look at you,” 

Yunho makes a tight whine as Seonghwa pumps his fist over Yunho’s red and weeping cock, and the sound has you gasping, pleasure fluttering up your body as you watch them together. 

“Baby?” Seonghwa turns towards you, his eyes darkening when he sees you - exposed down to your waist and the blanket bobbing where your hand works the silicone cock in and out of your tight wetness. 

Yunho’s head falls to the side, “y/n?” 

“Hi,” You pant, a little breathless, letting your hand slow to a stop with the dildo pushed deep inside, “you didn’t have to let me sleep,” 

Seonghwa rocks away from Yunho to sit back on his heels and watch you, “We tried to wake you,” 

“You were dead to the world,” Yunho smiles. 

“I’m sorry,” You blush a little, “I didn’t mean to leave you by yourselves,” 

Seonghwa smirks, “I think we’ve been occupying ourselves just fine,” 

“I can see that,” Your eyes flick between them. 

“I was kind of proud,” Yunho grins, cheeky with his tongue against his teeth, “we fucked you to sleep,” 

“Shut up,” You laugh, hiding your face in your free hand. 

“Mm,” Yunho shakes his head, “no,” 

Seonghwa runs his hand down Yunho’s thigh and cocks his head to the side as he regards you, “How long have you been up?” 

“A few minutes,” You admit, “how long was I asleep?” 

“Um,” Yunho leans to the side to see the clock, “thirty, maybe forty minutes?” 

“Well,” You sigh, your muscles clenching around the silicone cock, “don’t let me interrupt.” 

Yunho glances up to his husband, coming up off his back to his forearms, and it seems like he might try and take back control until Seonghwa lays a palm flat on his chest and pushes him down again, shaking his head. 

“Hwa,” Yunho glances at you. 

“We’ll take care of her too,” Seonghwa assures, “but she’s right, we were in the middle of something,” 

Yunho blushes, his ears running red. It’s not often that you see him on his back, a breath away from begging, but suddenly the man who had your face pressed against his shoe looks ruined, flattened by his own desire and arousal, and his utter need for the man above him. You’ve watched them before, but it’s rare to see Yunho quite so nervous looking. 

“My love,” Seonghwa murmurs, his hands running up the back of Yunho’s thighs to tip him open with his hips angled up high, “I think our girl would like to watch. What should we show her?” 

Yunho’s mouth opens, but no sound comes out and you watch him swallow hard. Your hand moves on its own, gripping the base of the dildo to bob it in and out of you steadily. 

“Fine,” Seonghwa turns his head to you, still holding Yunho in place, “How would you like us, love?” 

Sometimes his words mean what position, but not this time. This time he’s asking who you want. The night has bled from their dominant aggressive personas to the tenderness of your lovers without any mask, and back to whatever this moment is, a razor wire that will determine the rest of the evening. How you want to come, how you want to be fucked, how you want to be talked to, will all unfold here with whatever you choose. 

A flash of your night earlier flickers through you - they way they had you controlled, begging, desperate and soaking, and you bite your lip. With a few moves, you kick the blanket off yourself, spreading your legs wider and making sure they’re both watching when you start to fuck yourself again. Yunho makes a soft noise, and Seonghwa grins. 

“Please, sir?” You murmur, moaning, admittedly a little theatrically, but you get the desired response. Yunho’s cock twitches and Seonghwa’s eyes flutter shut for just a moment while he thinks about his next move. 

“That’s it then,” He sighs. 

“Hwa,” Yunho looks between you both. 

“No,” Seonghwa shifts forwards, pressing his wet cock to Yunho’s entrance, “if our girl wants this, she’s going to get it.” 

“Oh, fuck,” You breathe, stunned by the expressions on their faces. 

“Baby,” Yunho groans as Seonghwa begins to shift his hips forwards. 

“Let me take care of you,” Seonghwa soothes him. 

“I,” Yunho’s eyes squeeze shut as he revels in the sensation of his husband’s cock filling him so deliciously, “I love you,” he manages. 

Seonghwa strokes his cheek once, dragging his thumb over Yunho’s full bottom lip and smiles, “I know, I know you do.” 

The sound of the room changes as Seonghwa rocks forwards and starts to pump his hips, sharp snaps down to drive his cock deep inside Yunho, and you start to match the pace of Seonghwa’s thrusts with your hand to feel full in just the same way that Yunho feels. 

“Hwa,” Yunho moans, his hands locking onto his hips to support his weight, “God,” 

Seonghwa stays focused, never slowing, but he turns his head to you. “Puppy?” 

You don’t expect the pet name, it’s not something that you play with regularly, but it is a perfect way to address you while he’s commanding the both of you. Baby, darling, love, all of these are endearments he says to both of you, each one like a secret soft kiss, but puppy is new. It runs the deepest strike of pleasure through you, and you press the cock deep, relishing in the feeling of it filling you to the brim. 

“Yes, sir?” You pant. 

“Come here,” He snaps his hips down and locks his pelvis with Yunho’s. 

You shift up, sliding the dildo out of you and shifting onto all fours, crawling across the expanse of the bed until you’re closer, “Sir?” 

“Kneel and face Yunho,” He directs you and waits for you to comply, “now hand me that,” 

With his gesture towards the toy, you grab it from its discarded place amongst the sheets and pass it to him. Seonghwa smiles, “Eyes on me,”

You look back at him, and watch as he drops his mouth over the length of the silicone cock, groaning as he tastes your arousal coating it. A low, tight noise bubbles out of you and he bobs his head a few more times over the toy until he lifts his mouth off and nods his head at you, “Look at Yunho,” 

You settle again, leaning onto your forearms with your ass in the air, a familiar position now. Yunho cups your face, smoothing your hair back and you can feel his hands trembling, the tension inside him as he waits for Seonghwa to keep fucking him more palpable than anything. 

“You think you deserve to be filled?” Seonghwa presses the head of the toy on your throbbing entrance. 

“Please, please, sir,” You press back, desperate now. 

“Darling,” Seonghwa says, and it’s clear immediately he’s not addressing you, “do you think she’s been good for you?” 

Yunho’s hips shift, you can feel the weight on the bed change as he does, and you know he’s a breath away from begging Seonghwa to make him come to, but recovers quickly and you feel his hand tighten up in your hair, “She’s been so good,” 

“Good enough for a treat?” Seonghwa asks. 

Yunho looks at you, his eyes soft, flicking between your eyes and the collar adorning your neck, “You know she has,” 

“Well,” Seonghwa sinks the head of the dildo inside you but no more, “if you ask Daddy nicely to help you come, maybe I can help,” 

The way the night has slingshotted between soft and hard has you spinning, but you decide not to think. With a whine you hold onto Yunho’s arm and comply, “Daddy?” 

Yunho shudders, nodding, “Yes, puppy?” 

“Please,” You moan, “please, daddy will you help me?” 

“Help you what?” He prompts you. 

“Come,” Your fingers tighten on him, nails digging into his bicep, “Daddy, I need it,” 

Yunho’s eyes break from yours and over your shoulder he meets Seonghwa’s gaze, “Fuck her,” he says, calm and cool, “hard.” 

The sharp press of the toy inside you knocks you forwards, but then Seonghwa holds it steady, “Fuck yourself,” he says, “I’m busy.” 

“What?” You twist around, feeling the dildo slip out of you a bit as his hand leaves.

“Don’t,” Seonghwa tuts, and his hand delivers a quick spank to your ass again, before he moves to brace himself over Yunho and resume his steady pace thrusting in and out of his tight, wet hole. 

Yunho groans, his head pressed back into the pillows, “Hwa, harder,” 

“Mm,” Seonghwa acknowledges softly, adjusting his pace. 

You’re at a loss, the teasing never being quite this direct, but you also know that not following instructions will leave you worse off later, so you settle next to Yunho, your head on the pillow next to him, and get comfortable. Reaching between your legs you secure the end of the toy, and start to work it inside you, as fast as you can without falling apart instantly. 

“Good girl,” Seonghwa says, pleased, “but you’ve come enough.” 

“Hwa?” You turn again, shocked at the sudden shift in him. 

“You’re not coming on that,” He reaches forwards, pulling the toy free and tossing it aside, “not tonight,” 

You feel dizzy, dazed and confused at the lack of direction, at the way he changes on a whim. Seonghwa pushes back, ending up on his knees, with Yunho propped in the perfect position for Seonghwa to continue fucking into him, and then you realize. 

“Take him in your mouth,” Seonghwa directs, “don’t stop until I tell you.” 

“Yes, sir,” You sigh, eager to be useful again, and you position yourself to take him in your mouth, sinking down over Yunho’s stiff aching cock until he connects with the deep back of your throat. 

Yunho moans, cursing and locking a hand down over your bare thigh, and you can feel how neglected he’s been. Seonghwa continues, moving steady, every thrust forcing Yunho’s thick cock deeper into your mouth. You can hear Yunho whining a little above you, cursing and fidgeting in the sheets, and you can’t help the way that your body jerks, attempting to grind into something, anything. 

Yunho’s hand coasts down your back, slips over the curve of your ass, and presses on the plug just enough to make you moan. 

Yunho’s tightening beneath you, the combined sensation of your tongue against his cock and Seonghwa filling him about to send him over the edge, when everything snaps and Seonghwa drags you back by your hair, disconnecting your mouth from Yunho. 

You gasp at the sharp pain of him tugging you by the scalp, and he drops you instantly, letting you fall back in the sheets by Yunho’s side. 

“Hwa,” Yunho shakes, “stop, stop, fuck,” 

Seonghwa pulls back, pulling his cock free and looking down at Yunho, waiting for the next step. 

“I need her,” Yunho confesses, “let me have her,” 

Seonghwa smiles, a little more gentle than before, and nods, moving back to let Yunho shift around in the bed and find you. 

Yunho descends on you then, hot kisses across your mouth, your cheeks, down your jaw and your chest, “I have to have you,” he groans. 

“Take me,” You widen your legs, tugging him forwards, feeling the head of his cock drag along your belly. 

“Tell me again,” Yunho pants in your ear, “say it again,” 

You’re not sure what he means at first, and you freeze, only a moan on your lips. 

Yunho leans back, brushing your lip with his fingertips, “Come on, babygirl, tell me again,” 

Your body flutters under his and you grip his shoulders, shifting under him to open yourself up, “Daddy,” you beg, “help me come,” 

Yunho groans, thrusting into you with one smooth downward strike of his hips. “You want to come so bad, puppy?” 

You whine, tightness building inside you again, and you let him maneuver your body, legs pressed back so far that you’re folded almost perfectly in half, hips up for him. The fill of the plug makes everything tight, and angles Yunho’s cock up into your g-spot. 

His thrusts change pace, instead of fast and full he adjusts to short and hard thrusts, fucking you deep and steady, “Come on my cock, puppy,” he groans, “make a mess for me,” 

You’re about to say something, anything, try to form coherent words, but Seonghwa’s hand slips between you both and starts to rub your clit at a fast, punishing pace. You keen, desperate and aching, and Yunho grips you tight in his hands while he fucks into you. 

“That’s it,” He croons, “let go,” 

The sensation you felt earlier is building again, and for the smallest of split seconds you wonder if once you come like that the first time, you can come like it whenever you like. Either way, the pointed pulse of Yunho’s cockhead on your g-spot combined with Seonghwa’s frantic rubbing on your swollen clit has you a second away. Pressure builds again, dropping the knot of your pleasure low and aching, and you cry out as you grip whatever pats of your boys you can hold onto, “I’m going to,” 

“Come, come,” Yunho chants. 

“I feel,” You’re close to babbling, thoughts disconnected and flickering in your brain, “I can’t, I’m, oh god, Yunho, oh god,” 

Seonghwa drops low and hums in your ear, “Come on Daddy’s cock, babygirl,” he nips at your breast, “I know you can,” 

Yunho’s hand drags up your chest, and you’re not sure exactly what triggers your orgasm, the way he tugs gently on the ring of your collar or the way he’s looking at you, or Seonghwa’s middle finger pressing perfectly down at the exact right time, but none of it matters. 

With an embarrassingly sobbing cry, the deep pressure unlocks and you feel the hot fluid erupt from your core once again. Yunho pulls out suddenly, and between both of their hands they stimulate you through the full extent of your orgasm, the splashing wetness making such a mess across all three of you. You’re shaking, the orgasm still heady and sharp, but Yunho’s hands move you fast. 

“Come here,” He rolls you onto your stomach, kicking your legs open wide, before he descends inside you again, moaning against you as he jerks his hips into you. 

“Yunho!” You gasp, finding his hand in the sheets and gripping it tight. 

He presses deep inside and leans up a bit, “Seonghwa,” you hear him say, “Please, can you try?”

In the haze of your orgasm, it doesn’t make perfect sense, but you feel the weight over you change, and when Yunho moans into space between your shoulder blades, one hand fisting the sheets by your head, you know that Seonghwa has taken up the spot behind him. 

You’re all frozen for a second, adjusting to the sensations, and where Yunho is shuddering between you both, fucked out and needy to come, Seonghwa still has some of his faculties. He leans to the side, searching for your face where it’s pressed into the mattress, “Are you okay? Can you breathe?” 

His concern for you warms you, his stress that both of them on top of you might be too much, but you shake your head, “I’m so, so good,” you assure. 

Seonghwa finds your hand and interlaces your fingers, “You squeeze my hand, okay?” 

“Mhm,” You manage, exhaustion pouring over you, “okay,” 

“Yunho,” Seonghwa says. 

Yunho dips low, kissing your cheek, “You with us?” 

“Yeah, yes,” You blink hard and surface. 

“Okay?” He checks. 

“Please,” You jerk your hips back and he groans. 

“So good,” Yunho sighs. 

The rest is desperate. Moaning, clawing at each other’s skin, gripping hard enough to leave bruises on hips. Yunho thrusts into you steadily, and Seonghwa follows suit, fucking into Yunho’s ass with tight curses on his lips. Seonghwa keeps his hand twined with yours, but you never need to use the lifeline he offers. 

“You’re our fucking girl,” Yunho chokes in your ear as he thrusts, “forever,” 

His hand winds around you, closing over your throat not to choke you, but to hold you where the collar nestles against your skin, and he melts down into you. Within a few thrusts he chokes, spilling himself hot and wet inside you, warmth filling your belly. You couldn’t come again if they tried, every inch of you feeling over-stimulated, but the heavy weight of his cock inside you as Seonghwa thrusts into him still feels pleasant and comforting. 

Yunho grips down on you, biting as gently as he can manage on your shoulder, and you know he’s feeling just as over-stimulated as you now that Seonghwa is working him still after he’s orgasmed. 

“Hwa,” Yunho moans, gathering you close in his arms as he rides it out, “I can’t,” 

“Shh,” Seonghwa hushes his husband, “I’m almost, I’m close,” 

Seonghwa thrusts steadily, and you feel his hand tighten hard on yours as he starts to come, groaning sharply and snapping his hips tight into Yunho as he spills his release deep inside. 

You’re all a shuddering mess, a mass of shaking damp limbs, and it takes a few minutes to recover. 

The weight of both of them on top of you finally starts to build, and you squeeze Seonghwa’s hand hard, “I need some air,”

Seonghwa pulls back first, dropping to your left side and looking about as blissed out as you’ve ever seen him. Yunho pulls away, his softening cock sliding free, but he stays braced on all fours over you for a few moments while he recovers before rolling over onto your right side. 

“Are you okay?” Seonghwa checks, rubbing your back, “It wasn’t too much at the end?” 

“Mm,” You shake your head, “never,” 

Yunho sildles close, pulling you into his arms in a spooning position, “My girl,” he sighs into your skin. 

“Am I?” You murmur, and you know it’s true but hearing it always fills you with delicious warmth and love, so you tease and grin against Seonghwa’s lips when he dives in to catch your mouth. 

“You know you are,” Yunho sighs, his fingers dancing over the collar, “always.” 

You rest in their arms a while, all three of you recovering your breath and easing into each other, sated and feeling delicious, until the chill of the room starts to raise goosebumps on your arms. 

“Cold,” You sigh, “someone tuck me in,” 

Seonghwa chuckles, and kisses your face, “We need a shower, and then we can sleep, okay?” 

“Okay,” You sigh, “I’m so tired though,” 

“We’ll just have to help you,” Seonghwa teases, “think you can handle that, Yun?” 

“Mhm,” Yunho presses a warm kiss to your shoulder, “I’ll get you squeaky clean,” 

It only takes twenty or thirty minutes to get cleaned up, but the boys are true to their word. Seonghwa showers quickly, leaving you and Yunho to finish out slowly. He helps you wash out your hair, remove the plug, and holds you against him in the hot spray to make sure you’re relaxed and ready for bed. 

Once you both make out to the main room, you can’t help but smile. Seonghwa has discarded the towels and remade the bed, one corner turned down to accept you into the plush cushions. Seonghwa himself is sitting on the bench at the foot of the bed waiting, dressed in his sleep pants and holding the red box in his hands. 

“Hi, baby,” You smile when you see him, Yunho wrapping his arms around you from behind as you wait for Seonghwa to respond. 

“We should sleep,” he finally says, “but before we do that I want to show you something.” 

“Okay,” Your eyebrows knit together, unsure of what he could possibly want to show you after all the  intimacy you shared tonight. 

“The key,” Seonghwa stands, and holds out the small locking mechanism for your necklace, “I want you to know where I’m going to keep it.” 

“Why?” You shake your head, “isn’t the point of this supposed the be unlimited trust?” 

Seonghwa smiles softly, and Yunho joins in, “Yes, but trust doesn’t have to mean blind trust.” 

“I don’t understand,” You admit, confused by both of their reactions. You thought you had understood what Yunho liked about the necklace, and accepting the risk that it was permanent was supposed to be a large part of your commitment to them. 

“We love you,” Seonghwa smiles, showing you the key between his fingers as he crosses the room to the bookshelf that lines one wall, “and you belong to us,” 

You nod, finding Yunho’s hand and holding it tight as you listen. 

“But you were right,” Seonghwa reaches for a small clay pot off the top shelf of the bookshelf and holds it out to you before dropping in the key, “we don’t own you.” 

“Hwa,” You breathe. 

“You’re with us by choice,” Yunho kisses your temple, “and for as long as you choose to stay, it would mean so much to me if you’d keep this,” he brushes his hand over the necklace, “but you always have a choice.” 

Your body softens against him and Seonghwa crosses to nestle close, cupping your cheek, “We chose you,” he murmurs, “and we hope you’ll always choose us.” 

Emotion wells in your chest and you blink back tears, “I can’t imagine being without you now,” 

“Then don’t,” Yunho hums in your ear, kissing you softly. He reaches for Seonghwa and tugs him in closer too, so that you’re gathered between them both. 

They wrap their arms around you. They hold you tenderly. Here, tucked close between them, you are forming a family. The collar around your throat means many things, but when you feel the weight of Yunho’s hand on your cheek you think of his ring, and when you press your cheek to Seonghwa’s chest, your fingers play with the delicate wrap of his chain. They don’t have to say a thing, and neither do you, but you all know what it means. 

You fall asleep in each other's arms. In your bed, in your room, in your apartment, your home. You can’t imagine what would be strong enough to pull you apart now, and even though they don't say it, neither can they.

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hold fast together (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: fourth installment in the husbands series; you want more, you want a family, but it’s never quite that simple part one: room for three || part two: and if i stay || part three: their gift

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // this is just all the husbands yunhwa angst, fluff, smut, love, all of it. check the warnings before you read though!

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, married!yunhwa, established yunhwa x reader relationship, mmf, fertility issues, period talk, conception talk, stress and angst over conceiving, mention of adoption, brief mention of parental disapproval of reader’s relationship with yunhwa, but then on a lighter note….  praise, degredation/humilitation, reference to bdsm collar, use of puppy but not pet play this time, rough foreplay, rough sex, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), face riding, cum eating, cumshots, creampie, heavy handed breeding kink obviously, hard dom hwa and use of sir, hard dom yunho and use of daddy, anal play (m receiving), gratuitous use of good girl, sweet girl, pretty girl, slut, etc., spanking/impact play….. anyways this one starts off emo and then gets into filthy breeding kink that very few people asked for but HEY here we are - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 12K

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