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mymoodwriting · 5 months ago

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5.7k, yandere themes, creep behavior, minor stalking, abuse, manipulation, alcohol consumption, drugs, non-con, dub-con, smut, somnophilia, fingering, penetration, cream pie, overstimulation, implied hostage, implied kidnapping, implied forced impregnation (@starillusion13)

“Oh, I didn’t order this.”

“It’s from the gentleman over there.”

You glanced over your shoulder to see a gentleman dressed in a white suit and red hair reading a book in a corner booth. You had seen him here earlier in the day, and on previous nights. You weren’t entirely sure you wanted to accept a drink from him.

“Uh… he’s kinda been creeping and-”

“He’s the owner.”

“What?”

“That’s Jung Jaehyun, owner of the hotel.” The bartender explained. “He likes to spend his free time in the bar area or do some simple work here. He enjoys seeing the type of people who stay at his hotel and on occasion buys drinks for them too. Technically this is on the house.”

“Ah…”

“I can make you something else if you’d like.”

“No, that’s alright. It doesn’t hurt to try something new.”

“Of course. Then may I ask, what brings you to the area? Work or vacation?”

“Unfortunately work.” You took a sip of the drink, liking the taste. “My company sent me here for a business conference. Just a few more days then I can go home.”

“You’re not one for travel?”

“Not really. I like sleeping in my own bed.”

“Fair. I can’t argue with that. Although I do hope you’ve been enjoying your stay.”

“Yeah, this place is nice. I like the style.” You yawned, checking the time. “Gosh, I feel so tired, perhaps I should head to bed.”

“Would you like a wake up call? You can give me your room number and a time to call. It’s a hotel service to help you not sleep in.”

“Oh, that would be nice. I’m in 2146, and 6 am would be a good time to call.”

“I’ll make a note for the front desk. Have a good night, miss…?”

“Y/n, the name’s y/n.”

“Good night, y/n.”

The bartender bowed and you finished up your drinking heading upstairs to wash up and rest. It wasn’t that late, but you certainly felt tired, the day had been more draining than you realized. Still, you had work in the morning, so better to get a good night’s sleep.

🖤

Jaehyun kept his attention on the book in hand, even as a drink was placed on his table by the bartender. One he hadn’t ordered.

“Y/n, room 2146, here on behalf of her company for a conference, and requested a 6 am wake up call that I shall handle. She’s only staying a few more days. The room is a one bedroom, and she checked in alone. In approximately ten minutes she’ll be out cold.”

“Thank you, Mr. Suh.”

“Of course, sir.”

Jaehyun reached for the glass as the bartender walked away, taking a sip before checking the time. He made a note and returned to his book. A few minutes later he set it down and made his way up to the room number he had been given. He checked the time once more as he got off the elevator. He stood before the door number 2146, knocking. There was no response so he knocked again. He subtly glanced at the cameras and examined the hall, he was alone. Once he confirmed that he pressed his ear to the door, listening. It was silent. He glanced around once more before pulling out his master key card and unlocking the door, stepping in gracefully.

He moved quietly, slowly shutting the door and then walking further into the room. He stopped as he registered the sounds of running water. He glanced at his watch, moving cautiously until he saw a half dressed woman lying on the bed. As he got closer he could see they appeared to be sleeping. He snapped his fingers by their ear, getting no reaction at all, then checked for a pulse. It was steady and calm. His prey wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. Jaehyun took in the woman before him, reaching down to finish what she had started, stripping her bare and laying her down properly on the bed. His hands gently caressed bits of exposed skin, so far, he liked what he had.

“Y/n… very beautiful.”

After a moment he went to the bathroom, switching the shower head off and opting to fill the tub. He waited until the water was warm before going to retrieve you. He easily carried you bridal style towards the bathroom, setting you down in the tub. He rolled up his sleeves, getting some items from under the bathroom sink so he could properly wash you up. He was gentle and took his time, admiring your beauty from up close. Although as he scrubbed down your chest he slowed down. His fingers gliding over your belly and then going lower, dipping between your legs. He felt around gently, watching your reaction as he slowly teased you. The little helpless noises you made, reacting to the stimulus but unable to properly wake up.

Jaehyun kept at it, his thumb rubbing your clit. He wanted to do a bit more, ultimately deciding to pull you out of the tub and into his arms. He didn’t care if he got wet, keeping an arm around you and sitting you between his legs, his fingers dipping back down to tease you before pushing to digits inside. You let out a low moan, your hips starting to gently shake. He worked you over slowly, finding that sweet spot and rubbing against it. You whimpered, squirming around in his embrace as your breathing became uneven. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in but refraining from leaving marks. He brought you to climax on his fingers alone, reveling in the afterglow of your body.

Although he knew he couldn’t stay like this for too long. Eventually he got you back in the tub and finished your bath. He drained the tub and dried you off, changing you into your pajamas and then tucking you into bed. He held himself back from placing a kiss on your head, deciding to stay a moment longer to gaze at your sleeping form. He cleaned himself up and made sure to leave no trace of his presence before quietly exiting the room. It was still late in the night, so the halls were empty and he simply returned back down to the bar. He got to the table he had left, grabbing the drink and taking a seat once more. A moment later Mr. Suh came over.

“How did it go?”

“She’s the one.”

“Ah, congratulations, I’ll keep that in mind. Can I get you anything else tonight?”

“No, thank you.”

“Of course.”

🖤

You jumped awake at the sound of the phone ringing on your nightstand. You were still half awake as you reached over to answer the phone.

“… hello…?”

“Good morning, I’m calling as you requested a 6am wake up call.”

“… wake up call… 6am… yes, yes, I did, thank you.”

“Have a good day, ma’am.”

“You too.”

You hung up and grabbed your head, vague memories of last night finally surfacing. You had been down at the bar and asked the bartender about a wake up call, just to be safe. You remembered coming up to wash up and head to bed, but you couldn’t remember much of that part. It was weird, but it didn’t matter. You could tell you had cleaned up, and clearly had gotten to bed. Once that was out of your mind you got up, getting ready for another day at work.

🖤

On days Jaehyun wasn’t in the hotel he was out with investors and taking care of other hotel business. He didn’t do much with his time outside of his work, but he intended to change that eventually. After a day of being out he finally returned to his hotel, although later than he wanted to. He made his way to the bar, looking around for a familiar face. The last few days you had come to the bar to unwind after a long day, so it was odd to not see you. He went up to the bar to inquire.

“Johnny, have you-”

“She was drinking with a new friend. The two went up together a few minutes ago.”

“What!”

“From what I gathered they went up to her room. Although,” Johnny checked his watch. “They should both be out in about five minutes.”

Jaehyun didn’t need to hear anything else, making his way up to your room. He was trying to contain his own annoyance, but it was difficult. He shrugged off his jacket and other items as he walked down the hall. When he got to your door he knocked aggressively, not stopping until the door opened. A random male opened the door and Jaehyun immediately threw a punch, knocking them to the ground. They didn’t move afterwards and Jaehyun stepped over them, shutting the door behind him.

He didn’t care to be subtle this time, but didn’t find you in the room. He noticed the bathroom door closed, and found it to be locked. He knocked, but got no response, opting to break out down. Once it was open he found you sitting on the floor, passed out. He quickly checked to make sure you hadn’t injured yourself, and thankfully you hadn’t. He picked you up, carrying you over to your bed and laying you down. Just like before he knew you’d be out till morning, but first he had to deal with the other. He reached for the phone on the nightstand, dialing the bar.

“Hello?”

“I need clean up in room 2146.”

“Right away, sir.”

You still needed to clean up, and Jaehyun would take care of that once the other problem was dealt with. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and Jaehyun answered. Johnny offered a smile and pushed in a cart, he didn’t ask questions and just dealt with the unconscious body in the room while Jaehyun took care of you. He ran another bath for you, just washing you up this time and getting you into bed. Afterwards he made sure to clean up and leave no traces. Tomorrow morning may be confusing, but at least he’d know that no one touched you.

🖤

The next morning your phone rang once again at 6am, and you groggily answered. It was annoying, but also necessary. Just like last time you sat with your head in your hands for a few minutes, trying to get your mind in order. You could have sworn you had been chatting with someone last night and were intending to have some fun, but you didn’t remember much after heading up to your room. You only had one drink, and you watched the bartender make it in front of you too. Although, you didn’t feel sore or any lingering sensations. Maybe you had just been hopeful and delusional after a long day.

Now it was time to get up and do it all again. You groaned and got out of bed, preparing for the day. At least this trip was almost over. You made your way to the convention center, greeting your coworkers and helping set up. There were a few panels you’d be attending, and lots more mingling to do. Even though the day went by rather fast, exhaustion didn’t hit til you were back at the hotel. A simple drink after a long day was nice, so you always found yourself going to the hotel bar. The bartender greeted you, asking what you would like this time. You asked for something new, and to be surprised. He was pretty good at his job.

“Here you are. Will you be drinking alone again?”

“Was I drinking with someone last night?”

“I don’t recall.”

“Hm…”

“Why? Did you have someone with you?”

“Not sure… but it doesn’t matter.”

“Perhaps you could use some company.”

“You’ve been great company, Mr. Suh.”

“You can just call me, Johnny. Although I am flattered, listening and storytelling is part of a bartender’s duties, but I wasn’t speaking about myself.”

“Oh, then what were you referring to?”

“I think you know.”

Johnny gestured behind you, and you cautiously looked back, eyes landing on a particular table. There was the hotel owner, Jaehyun, engrossed in a book and sitting all by himself.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“I doubt he’d mind. Besides, I do think he likes you.”

“Ah… well… it would be weird…”

“Not entirely.” Johnny placed a drink on the table. “Could you give this to him for me, it’s his favorite.”

“Sure.”

You gave Johnny a goofy smile and grabbed the drink, taking your own as well. With every step you took you realized it was too late to back out. Jaehyun didn’t look up from his book as you placed down his drink. You could probably leave and he’d be none the wiser, but you were already here.

“… what are you reading?”

There was a moment of silence that led you to believe he was ignoring you, but then he looked up. When he caught a look at your face he smiled, setting his book down.

“A satirical horror novel. There is a movie adaptation, but many things get lost in translation so I rather look into the source material.”

“How sophisticated of you.”

“I suppose. Would you like to join me for a drink?”

“If I’m not bothering you.”

“Of course not, sit, please.”

“Thank you.”

You slid into the booth, sitting across from Jaehyun. You set your drink down, starting to feel a bit nervous and shy. From the beginning you knew he was handsome, even if you thought him to be a creep at first, but now that you had his attention you couldn’t help feeling flushed.

“So… I was told you’re the hotel owner.”

“That is correct.”

“What’s that like, running a hotel?”

“Busy, or at least I like to be involved with as much of the inner workings as possible.”

“A very hands-on approach.”

“Indeed. I want my staff to feel like they can rely on me. Whenever something happens I want to know, even if it can be resolved without my interference. I want to assure all our guests enjoy their stay.”

“Well, I certainly have so far. I love the design, and the service is nice. I’d say you’ve done well here. Do you intend to expand into a franchise?”

“I’m not honestly interested in that. This land was given to me by my father, and I was given the freedom to do what I wanted with it.”

“Wow, so why a hotel? Why not something with more potential for high income, like a shopping mall?”

“I did consider it, but I wanted to focus more on the people. One can go shopping in many places, but having a safe place to rest after a long day seems more important. This area gets a lot of people passing through, so there’s a lot of competition in regards to consumer goods. A hotel was more appropriate in my eyes.”

“Hm, when you put it like that, I see what you mean. A hotel was a simpler idea, and your values are up front. Very impressive.”

“I do my best. What about you? If you don’t mind me asking, what has brought you here?”

“Work. I’ve been representing my company at this convention in town. They wanted someone from another branch to participate, so they sent me.”

“Has it been any fun?”

“Uh, well I guess it has its moments, but work is work.”

“True, I’m sure you’ve been doing well.”

“I hope my boss sees it that way too.”

“Let me know if not, I’ll have a word with them.”

“I don’t think that would work, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Then, might I be so bold as to ask you out for dinner? I know a wonderful place nearby.”

“Dinner?”

“You’ve been in the area for work purposes, I fear you haven’t enjoyed yourself much.”

“You’d be right there.”

“So, what do you say?”

“I suppose dinner couldn’t hurt. It’d be better than dining alone.”

“Wonderful. Come with me.”

Jaehyun stood and offered you his hand. You took it with a smile, letting him hook your arms together and leading you out. It was summertime in the area, so the night was comfortably warm. You didn’t really need to change as you were already dressed in business attire, but you felt that maybe you should have given where Jaehyun took you. The restaurant seemed to be rather high class, and you felt like you were severely undressed. Still, Jaehyun made no comment and walked in, going up to the host and giving his name. They welcomed him and you were escorted to a table, getting looks from those in the waiting area.

“Did you… make a reservation?”

“No. I always have a table here. Usually I dine alone, but I’m grateful for the company tonight.”

“I see… thanks for inviting me.”

You were shown to a nice table, Jaehyun pulling out your chair for you. He was such a gentleman, making you realize how wrong your initial impression of him was. The waiter returned with a menu, and you didn’t see any prices. You figured you’d just enjoy yourself for the moment and worry about the bill later. Jaehyun suggested wine, but you still had work tomorrow, and your one drink was enough. He respected that and didn’t get any alcohol either. While you ate you talked a bit more about yourself, and asked about his life. You two were from very different worlds, and tonight you were getting a small glimpse.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that Jaehyun covered the bill, you never even saw how much the total was. He wasn’t going to tell you, nor accept any amount of money from you. For him, your company was well worth a meal. You both walked with your arms hooked together back to the hotel, Jaehyun escorting you to your room as you continued your conversation.

“So, you’ve always lived around here. You don’t travel?”

“I haven’t had a reason to.”

“You haven’t gotten bored of the same places?”

“This is my home, I could never grow bored with it. I quite like it here, what about you?”

“Hm. I haven’t seen too much, but it does seem like a nice place to settle down in.”

“I’m glad you agree.”

“Ah, I see. You’ve planted roots here, and don’t intend to leave.”

“Not really.”

“I admire that. Many talk about seeing the world and experiencing all kinds of things, but I see the happiness and peace about staying in a place you know. It has a certain type of stability and comfort one could grow accustomed to.”

“It does.”

“Okay, well, this is me. Thanks for tonight, I had a lovely time.”

“If you’d like, I would enjoy taking you out for dinner again tomorrow night.”

“Hm. I’ll think about it.”

“Please do, have a good night, y/n.”

“Good night, Jaehyun.”

🖤

The days felt the same, but the night always seemed to be different. Although you found yourself with some unfortunate luck this time. A certain guest from the conference wanted your attention. They asked questions about your employer and normal stuff, but as the day came to an end he started asking about your evening plans. He wanted to take you out, show you around, but you kept declining. Still, it seemed he wasn’t gonna take no for an answer.

“Look, I appreciate the sentiment, but I already have dinner plans.”

“Do you, now? With who?”

“That’s not your concern.”

“Well, maybe I think you’re lying to get out of me treating you to a nice meal.”

“I’ve politely refused you one too many times now, please leave.”

“Come on, don’t be like that. I just want to make sure your supposed plans are with a good person.”

“They are.”

“And who might they be?”

“A hotel owner.”

“Oh really? That’s far-fetched, don’t you think?”

“It’s the truth!”

“Prove it.”

“I don’t need to prove anything to you!”

“Keep it down, wouldn’t want to cause a scene. Come on, show me this date of yours, and I’ll leave you alone. Deal?”

You honestly didn’t want to blur things out, but you brought up Jaehyun before you could stop yourself. You probably did sound like a liar, but this guy wasn’t really gonna believe anything. He was the real creep. You didn’t agree to anything and just got your things and left. Of course he followed behind you as you returned to your hotel. You just had to ignore him and find Jaehyun. Although you were nervous. When you got to the hotel you went over to the bar. Johnny had told you that Jaehyun usually hung around here, but there was always a chance that today he wouldn’t be present.

“So, where is your date?”

“Uh… he… Jaehyun!”

To your immediate relief you saw Jaehyun at one of the booths, chatting with Johnny. When you called his name he looked your way, offering you a smile. You rushed over to him, grabbing his arm and getting him to his feet. He seemed confused, but before he could ask he noticed the other guy that had walked over.

“So, this is your date?”

“Yes. This is Jaehyun, we have dinner plans tonight. So you can be on your way.”

“Just like that?”

“You got your proof so-”

“What’s going on, y/n?” Jaehyun interrupted. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, this guy just… wanted to escort me to you, to make sure I was safe.”

“Ah, I see, well, thank you, I can take it from here.”

“I suppose so, and uh, what is your profession again?”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

“Amuse me.”

Jaehyun scoffed. “You’re standing in my hotel, and now I’d like you to leave. If you’d prefer, I can have you escorted out.”

“No need, have a good night.”

You kept your composure, glad to see the smirk get wiped off the guy’s face when Jaehyun confirmed he was the hotel owner. Although once he was gone your legs gave out, Jaehyun quickly grabbed you and sat you down.

“I’m guessing he wasn’t a nice escort.”

“Yeah… sorry to put you on the spot like that…”

“Well, you weren’t lying. We did have dinner plans, unconfirmed, but existent.”

“True, thank you.”

“Of course. Although I’m not so sure dinner is a good idea.”

“Probably… rain check?”

“Or, we can have something brought to my room. I promise the room service isn’t bad.”

“I believe you… that’s probably better, I do owe you for the favor.”

“Don’t think of it that way. We’re just two friends enjoying a meal. Come on, I’ll help you up.”

“Thanks.”

You could walk on your own, but the nerves were still winding down, so you were kinda slow. Jaehyun didn’t have a problem with it, walking at your pace, and making sure you were alright with dinner. If you rather return to your room he’d take you. It was nice, but you didn’t really want to be alone that night. Of course you went up to the penthouse suite, seeing how much bigger Jaehyun’s room was. One could easily live in comfort here.

“Your place is nice.”

“Thank you.”

Jaehyun got you a menu and let you pick something out, placing the call as well. His room had a nice skyline view that you sat down to enjoy, watching the city grow dark and then light up. Jaehyun did ask again if you were alright given your earlier encounter, and you assured him you were fine, at least now you were. When the food arrived he went to answer the door, bringing in the cart and setting out the plates. He wasn’t wrong, the food in the hotel was good, and he of course ordered some wine, something to help you with the nerves. After eating the two of you were just staring out into the night, mindlessly talking.

“So, let me guess, you have some top chef in your kitchen?”

“Not some big name, but the people in my kitchen are passionate about what they do.”

“You’re a lot kinder than I would have imagined.”

“Is that so?”

“Sorry, I don’t mean that to sound weird or anything. A lot of people in your position wouldn’t be as hands on or caring as you are. It’s nice to see someone with a good heart.”

“You flatter me.”

“It’s true. I honestly thought you were a bit of a creep, hanging around the bar all alone, but now that I know you better, I see why you do it.”

“Sorry for giving you the wrong impression.”

“That’s on me for making assumptions. I’m glad I was wrong.”

“Me too.”

The wine had certainly mellowed you out a bit, and with the way you were talking, it only felt natural to lean in for a kiss. Of course everything could have fallen apart in that moment, but instead Jaehyun seemed to share in your emotions, leaning in to kiss you back. It started soft and gentle, both of you hesitant, but since neither of you backed away, things only got deeper. Jaehyun leaned in closer, taking the glass from your hand and setting it down. He was pushing you down on the couch, slowly moving on top of you. After a moment you placed your hands on his chest, and he immediately stopped.

“What’s wrong?”

“Uh… are… are you sure this is okay?”

Jaehyun chuckled. “You kissed me first, but I would like to continue.”

“Okay… sorry… just checking…”

“Nothing wrong with that. How about we move to the bedroom?”

You didn’t really answer, just shyly nodding your head. Jaehyun pressed a chaste kiss against your cheek and got off you, picking you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. Just as expected, the room was luxurious, and the sheets beneath you were so soft. Jaehyun took his shirt off before leaning back in for a kiss. His hands trailed down your body, moving slowly and softly as he began to undress you. One piece after the other came off, exposing you to his touch. Soon enough Jaehyun began pressing his lips against any piece of flesh he could, leaving a trail as he moved around. He eventually moved you further up on the bed to lay down, properly undressing himself and climbing on top of you. His lips trailed along your neck, hands along your chest, reaching to massage your breasts and tease your nipples. You started moaning in his ear, encouraging him to keep going and to do more.

“Y/n…”

“Hm?”

“We need a safe word.”

“Safe word?” You grabbed Jaehyun’s face, meeting his gaze. “What are you gonna do?”

“Worship you… but I need to know when you’d truly want me to stop… unless you don’t even want to start…”

“No, no, I do… uh… how about dandelion?”

“I like that.”

With your permission Jaehyun continued, leaving you curious as to what he had in mind that needed a safe word. It excited you, making you all the more eager. As Jaehyun’s hands trailed down he got to your thigh, messaging them and spreading them apart. His fingers ran along your core, teasing you gently.

“You’re wet, that’s good.”

He was only a tease for a bit before pushing a finger inside, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. He moved slowly and with patience you couldn’t stand, but he didn’t want to hurt. He told you to be patient and enjoy yourself as he’d take care of everything. You did as he asked, gently rocking your hips to get more, glad when he added a second digit, going in deeper and finding that sweet spot. He happily rubbed against it and watched your face contour in pleasure. Every sound that slipped out passed your lips were a delight. When he had added a third finger, really stretching you out, a whine escaped you. It wasn’t enough, but you still had to wait, your pleas being silenced by his lips.

“If you ever want me to stop, use your safe word.”

“Okay.”

You were at Jaehyun’s mercy, your body being teased until he declared you ready. He pushed your legs apart as much as he could without hurting you, positing himself. You felt something big and slimy rubbing against your entrance. Before you could even beg you felt Jaehyun pushing himself into you. Just as slow as his fingers, he moved inside you inch by inch, letting you feel every piece of him. You thought maybe he’d break you, but when he got to the base he let you adjust, making sure you were alright. This was certainly a new experience for you as you’ve never been with someone this big before. He clearly knew this too as he was still such a gentleman.

“You good?”

“Yeah…”

Jaehyun loved the look on your face as you took all of him in. Once you were settled he started moving, going agonizingly slow. He’d pull out nearly all the way before going back in, building up his speed, making sure to rub against your sweet spot everytime. He was professionally breaking you down, sending wave after wave of pleasure, overwhelming your senses to only perceive the joy he brought you. Nonsense spilled from your lips as he got more aggressive, pinning both hands above your head with one arm, the other holding him steady as he rammed into you. The two of you were working up a sweat, but he was clearly still composed. Even without words, your body spoke for you, getting tense and labored breathing letting Jaehyun know you were at the edge. He was more than happy to steal a kiss from you as you reached climax, getting you to moan into his mouth.

Your walls squeezed him tightly, wanting him to reach his own high, yet he held out for longer than you thought. He kept his rhythm steady, his hot breath against your ear making you shiver. The first orgasm already tired you out and made you sensitive, but he wasn’t stopping. Before you knew it he worked you over to another one, making you cry out in pleasure and hold him tight. Only then did he finally spill his seed inside you. In the moment you both were just riding out your high, hips shaking as you tried to milk him for everything he had, and he was more than eager to give it to you. Although as the fog of climax settled down you realized what you had done.

“Fuck… Jaehyun, I’m not on the pill…”

“It’s okay.” Jaehyun breathed. “You can take something in the morning. It’s better this way.”

“If you say so… fuck, two and one… you’ve got stamina and self control.”

“I’m far from done with you.”

“Hm?”

Jaehyun had stayed on top of you, inside you, as you both caught your breath. You were tired out, expecting more of a break, but Jaehyun started moving again. That initial thrust made your eyes roll to the back of your head, not entirely sure you could take another orgasm. Still, you didn’t use the safe word, trusting Jaehyun. He was tired too, but this gave him new energy, and his rather desperate thrusts wrung another climax out of you, making you hold him tightly, your hands digging into his back. You felt so hot and messy, growing limp in Jaehyun’s arms. He held you as you came back down to reality. You thought maybe it was over, just Jaehyun was still rocking into you, just enough to keep you dangling on the edge. He kept at it until he achieved his own orgasm, stealing a kiss from you once more.

“You’re so good for me, baby.”

“You too…”

You hadn’t gone this long before, but you didn’t mind. He was really the best you had ever had, and then he was at it again. You could feel him growing hard inside of you, gently moving his hips to move around all his seed. You didn’t know how he still had the energy, but he was likely very excited to have you if he was getting hard again so quickly. All you could do was surrender yourself to him, letting him drag another orgasm out of you, and then another until they blurred together. It got to a point that even if you wanted to stop, to use the safe word, you were too fucked out to form any words. Perhaps he knew that all along. You tried to grab onto Jaehyun, to speak, but your head was swimming with pleasure. Your vision was starting to fade a bit, eyelashes fluttering as you tried to stay awake.

“It’s alright, darling.” Jaehyun cooed. “I’ll take care of everything.”

Jaehyun watched you shut your eyes, body releasing any last bit of tension. He had tired you out, but he wasn’t done yet. With you unconscious beneath him Jaehyun took a moment to simply admire your body, hands trailing along your form, lingering around your belly. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips and he leaned down to kiss the area.

“Perfect.”

Jaehyun managed a few more rounds with you, even if you weren’t fully awake. He had to be sure you were filled to the brim, that way the possibility of impregnating you was higher. Only once he felt he had done enough did he leave you to rest, not entirely worried about the overflow or you getting up. You wouldn’t be able to leave him anytime soon. He went off to clean up, leaving you to rest in the bedroom and soak up all his love he had left you with. He picked up the remains of dinner, setting the cart outside and then making a call.

“Hello?”

“I’m going to need you to check out the guest in 2146 tomorrow morning.”

“I presume they’ll be in your care now?”

“Just take care of the details.”

“Of course, can I get you anything else?”

“I am going to need some sugar pills.”

“I’ll get some for you right away.”

“Thank you.”

Jaehyun finished up his glass of wine, staring out into the night before returning to the bedroom. You were still asleep, too tired to be getting up anytime soon. He cleaned you up a bit, making sure you were comfortable. Afterwards he laid by your side, keeping a hand on your belly, rubbing it gently.

“All mine… I’ll make you a wonderful mother.”

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snowball-doie · 6 months ago

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| pairing: sub!fem!Reader x poly!ilichil

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. HEAVVYYYY breeding kink (they all wanna get reader pregnant). Orgy. MLM behavior. Bondage. Overstimulation. Ball gag. Sex toys. Safe words in place but not used.

| wc: 9k

| aurora's note: self indulgent fic so the reader is plus sized coded... but i tried to make it universal reader friendly as much as possible aside from that! (for poly!ilichil followers, this is ahri canon)

Working on your birthday was less than ideal, truth be told. Months ago, you imagined that you would spend the day at home with the boys, eating your favorite foods that Johnny would make, watching your favorite movies or binge watching a TV show, cuddling up in someone’s arms, and, yeah, probably fucking. Whenever the boys didn’t have work and you could afford time off, you were fucking. The reality was that the boys were so busy that they had to make their limited time together count; and though they couldn’t get the entire day off for you, Taeyong pulled a few strings to get their managers to look the other way as Johnny petitioned to have all the boys take the afternoon off, which the company surprisingly agreed to. But then you had to work. You woke up before the boys stirred, you were out of the house before they were out of bed, and you weren't going to be home until dinner time. Even though Taeyong was home for you, and the boys managed to wiggle out of rehearsals, you were exhausted… You wondered if you would have enough energy for them or you would simply collapse on the couch and later wake up in your pajamas in someone’s bed.

When you left work, you found a familiar car parked outside, and an even more familiar man leaning against the passenger side door, his arms crossed over his chest, sunglasses over his eyes, a toothpick trapped between his teeth as his tongue played with it, a beanie pulled over his head, and his gaze was flicking left to right to check if he was going to be recognized by any passerby. You approached him. When he sensed you nearing, the sound of your footsteps growing ever louder, Jaehyun looked straight ahead to smile at you before pocketing his toothpick. You smiled back just before he wrapped his arms around the small of your back and pulled you against his body so he could lay a passionate kiss on your lips.

“Happy birthday, princess.” He smirked and pulled you in close for another kiss that you were hesitant to participate in due to your position in public. He didn’t take offense. “Wanna get something to eat?”

“Ice cream sounds kinda good.”

You shot him a smile as he took your hand and began leading you down the road to the nearby Baskin Robbins the boys would frequent whenever they were waiting to pick up you from work. Jaehyun held the door open as you entered. The two of you approached the self-order kiosk at the front rather than ordering with an employee at the desk. As you tapped on the screen to look at the ice cream options, Jaehyun snuck up behind you, feeling you up with his hands splayed on your hips at first before they risked venturing down to knead your bare thighs, almost pushing your short skirt up. Immediately, you shrugged Jaehyun off. People were beginning to stare, and you worried that someone would recognize him and start taking photos. Your worst nightmare was getting caught. You were already putting a lot at risk trying to be a normal couple just for your birthday… He knew better. He needed to be more careful.

Jaehyun retreated for your own comfort. However, when you didn’t pick anything to eat, he reached around your body, his chest pressed against your back, so that he could tap on the screen to order caramel for you and chocolate for himself. He paid with his card before you could protest. When the order was confirmed and the receipt with a number was spit out of the machine, Jae took the piece of paper before leading you to one of the booths in the corner of the building, which was secluded slightly from the rest of the few patrons enjoying their ice cream too. Mostly it was just parents treating their kids to an afternoon snack. There were only about two other couples there to share ice cream like you and Jaehyun were.

“How was work?” he asked, inspecting the number on the receipt to wait for it to be called.

You gave a shy reply while glancing around. Work was fine, it was boring, no one remembered that it was your birthday, so you tried not to make a big fuss about it.

“We’ll do something special tonight, princess, I promise—”

“173!” an employee called out into the speakers.

Jaehyun slid out of the booth to go grab the ice cream. When he returned, he set the tray on the table before returning to his seat across from you, immediately grabbing a spoon and digging into the chocolate flavor he ordered to be self-indulgent. For the first few minutes, Jaehyun ate without any hesitancy or concern. He dipped into the chocolate with the tip of his spoon, brought it up to his mouth, then sucked off the ice cream before going again. Fairly simple. But when he noticed that your spoon was dry from going untouched, he furrowed his brows with confusion.

“Why’re you not having any, hmmm?”

“I’m not feeling hungry anymore.”

“Why?” He popped the spoon out of his mouth. “Did I actually upset you in line?”

“No… I just… I just realized I’m not hungry, that’s all.”

Jaehyun sighed, scooping into the caramel ice cream before lifting it back up for you, teasing the tip of the spoon at your mouth, waiting for you to give in. You stared at him as you accepted it. Obviously if you didn’t comply, he’d get more suspicious of you, so you figured that a spoonful or two was a safe price to pay to avoid having him figure out what was going on and in turn punish you later. Then, three spoonfuls later, Jaehyun set the spoon down.

He licked the dried sugar on his lips. “We’re going home.”

Finally. Despite the leftover, melting ice cream left on the tray, he was content and wasn’t going to subject you to more silent investigations.

Jaehyun opened the car door for you once you walked back, and the whole drive home he made sure to keep his hand glued to your bare leg, his long fingers kneading the fat of your thigh just below the hem of your short skirt. You tried to ignore him. Once you arrived home, Jaehyun turned off the car, pried his hand away from your thigh, then ran to open your car door for you and took you hand as he helped you out then followed you into the house.

The second you opened the house’s front door, you were cornered by Yuta, Doyoung, and Jaehyun. You hardly had any room to enter… Jaehyun had to force them to move slightly so that he could close the door and lock it so you really had no where to go.

Doyoung tilted your chin up with his index finger propped underneath it before he pressed a gentle kiss against your lips. “Happy birthday.”

“Look at you, pretty girl,” Hyuck complimented with a confident chuckle. “Did you get dressed up for us?”

Jaehyun’s hands ran up your thighs, scrunching the fabric of your skirt upwards just enough so that they could see your safety shorts underneath. Yuta exhaled with lust at the sight. He dropped to his knees, getting the chance to inspect you up close.

“Those shorts are too short, princess,” Johnny said from the side.

“That’s why they’re called safety shorts,” you snipped back.

He raised an offended brow at you, yet he elected not to say anything, instead waiting to see what someone else who was within closer proximity would do first. Yuta let his curiosity get the best of him. He pressed the tip of his index finger over your clothed core then slowly, very slowly, dragged it towards your clit. You moaned and fell forward a bit.

“She’s dripping already,” he informed the others.

“The Hell did you do to her, Jae?” Mark inquired.

“Took her for some ice cream. Felt her up a li’l bit. The usual. You know how rare it is to see her in skirts, I just couldn’t help myself… Isn’t that right, baby?”

You whimpered when he began nibbling on your earlobe gently.

It was true, you had no interest in wearing skirts out in public for various reasons but mostly having to do with your own self-consciousness that convinced you that you weren't fit enough to wear them. You feared being judged. Especially at work where you desperately wanted people’s approval, you felt like it was wrong to wear a skirt and parade around the office like that… But the boys liked it. They were the only ones who got to see you in shorts, dresses that ended above your knees, and short skirts that showed more than you cared for; but it was your birthday, and you wanted to feel pretty, so you dressed up. Only, the staring at the ice cream shop brought your self-consciousness back.

“Did you wear this just to rile us up, baby?” Jungwoo questioned you.

You were too embarrassed to acknowledge their questions properly. You avoided eye contact with them and kept your lips pursed together as you looked down and shooed the boys’ touches away from your trembling body.

“Why didn’t you eat any of the ice cream I so kindly bought you?” Jaehyun chipped in, finally circling back to the dreaded topic you thought he’d abandoned at Baskin Robbins.

All the boys halted their actions to wait for a truthful answer.

You gulped. “I hate how I look in skirts, okay— You know that… I hate wearing them ‘cause my body isn’t made for them, and I just… I was reminded of that when we went for food, okay… I didn’t want to get bloated… I wanted to be pretty for you guys when I got home.”

The boys hesitated. Hands were pressed against your thighs, Jaehyun’s erection was rubbing against your ass, and Johnny’s face soured. He was always the angriest when it came to you thinking you had to be embarrassed around them— They loved you for who you were, and the fact that you ever doubted that and thought that you needed to change how you looked, that pissed him off to no end.

“Jungwoo, take off her shorts,” he ordered gruffly, his arms crossed over his chest. You gulped when Jungwoo’s fingers moved towards the hem of your shorts. “But keep her panties on.”

So Jungwoo pulled the fabric down while Jaehyun kept your skirt pushed up. While they all expected to find a cute pair of lingerie underneath, when you were revealed, they all paused at the sight. You got even more embarrassed.

“No underwear? Naughty, naughty birthday girl,” Yuta teased, kneading your thighs open so that they could all see.

Jungwoo couldn’t help himself. He leaned in to devour you within an instant, his tongue peeking between your folds in order to flick your clit just enough so that he could suck on it a bit until he was suddenly pulled away via his hair by an upset Johnny. The room waited for his orders. He was always the one in charge, even for the other Doms, so they waited for his instructions.

“Grab her.”

You tried to fight off the hands that grabbed each of your limbs so that you couldn’t escape before Jaehyun took your waist, spun you around, then threw you over his shoulder. A quick smack to your ass made you jolt. You'd fucked up royally… Yeah, okay, you wore the skirt to mess with the boys, and you figured that maybe when you got home you would get some action with one of them so you elected to not wear any underwear— But you never thought in a million years that it would result in you fessing up to not wanting the ice cream Jaehyun bought for you and that would lead to all eight boys getting upset and quite literally dragging you upstairs. You tried to fight them off with closed-handed hits against Jaehyun’s back, but all he did was chuckle at your futile attempts. He smacked your ass once more for good measure.

The nine of you collected in Yuta’s bedroom where Doyoung pulled the comforter off and arranged the sheets so that there wouldn’t be as much of a mess to clean up later… Hopefully… Then Jaehyun placed you on top of the mattress. All of the boys laughed and lunged forward to grab you when you pushed yourself up to your feet and tried to book it towards the door.

“Silly girl,” Hyuck cooed in your ear.

Seven boys pinned you down to the bed while Yuta uncoiled sets of white rope that he kept for times like this. You shook your head in protest. You were sorry! You were silly for thinking that you couldn’t wear a pretty skirt or eat ice cream on your birthday, alright! You were really, truly sorry!

“That’s nice, baby, I’m glad you can admit that,” Taeyong said with a genuinely relieved smile.

But your apologies didn’t matter because it was far too late. With the boys pinning you down, Yuta began tying your legs in a frog-legged position so that you were left completely open as Mark held your left knee and Jungwoo held the right. Mark’s hand held the back of your head so that you were forced to sit up just slightly so that they could grab your hands and tie them to your legs, and you were made to watch the entire time. The boys holding you worked together to remove your shirt prior to your hands being fully secured, but they left your pretty blue bra that matched your skirt that was flipped up onto your stomach, exposing you to the boys who finally stilled so that they could spend a good minute or so just admiring you.

“Let me go first. She’s been teasing me in that short skirt ever since I picked her up from work.”

The boys cleared a path for Jaehyun to step forward. You were quick to notice how Jaehyun wasn’t wasting any precious time since his pants were already unbuttoned and his pants and boxers were pushed under his hard cock that he held in his hand.

“Wait, daddy, please, I said I’m sorry—”

Jaehyun ignored your pleas without a safe word to catch his attention or bring him to a full stop. However, Yuta was less than impressed with all the talking. He went back to his collection of toys and pulled out a ball gag which he shoved into your mouth and tied around the back of your head before moving to let Jaehyun proceed.

“Two fingers if we should stop, don’t forget.” Jaehyun’s warning was a reminder that while you couldn’t speak, you could still put a stop to what was going on whenever you wanted. When you nodded, Jaehyun smiled. “Good girl.”

You moaned behind the gag as Jaehyun lined his tip up with your wet entrance. He was thick— Just the tip of him already made your entrance stretch a bit, but that was Jaehyun and Johnny’s favorite part. They liked feeling your tight walls make desperate attempts to accommodate their large cocks, but everyone was fairly sure you'd never loosen up for them. Maybe it was because your body also liked it. As more of him slid inside of you, Jaehyun steadied himself by putting his hands on either side of your waist while leaning over your body a bit, then his fingers grabbed ahold of your skirt.

“Such a pretty color,” he complimented as he squeezed the last two inches inside of you. Your face scrunched. “And such a pretty face.” He grabbed your chin with one of his hands so that he could stare at you as he began thrusting slowly. “Look at how gorgeous you are, princess.” He chuckled to himself. “Daddy’s perfect birthday girl…” He grunted as he hit a deep, sensitive spot that made you squeeze him. “Yeah, you like that—” He bullied that spot to keep getting that reaction out of you until you were panting and squirming, silently begging for reprieve, but you didn’t hold up your fingers, so Jaehyun went even faster. “I’m going to cum in you, baby.”

You paused.

Jaehyun snickered. “Don’t look at me like that.”

The pace of his thrusts changed to something slightly slower so that he could focus on hitting his pelvis harder against yours as he got closer to his orgasm. Jaehyun was a bit of a marathon-runner when it came to sex. He could go for hours and hours, unless he didn’t want to. He knew what made him cum, and he knew that if he continued to stay balls-deep in you, he would cum easier than if he just fucked you with the first few inches or bullied you at a fast pace that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Not to mention, the dirty talk was doing it for him. The unprotected, risky sex… The short skirt around your waist… Your breasts bouncing with every deep thrust… Jaehyun grunted deeply as he finally pulled you all the way onto his length and came. You felt it as it happened. The warmth of his cum as it pooled in you, the amount he pumped in which seemed like more than usual. Even Jaehyun couldn’t contain his pride or the grin plastered to his face.

“Finally… gonna get you knocked up… like I always wanted…”

After his orgasm faded completely, Jaehyun slowly slid out with a grunt, and he looked down to watch as his cum began seeping out of your hole. He tsked his tongue with discontent before using his index finger to push his cum back inside. You tensed at the feeling. He was ramping up a bit in pace and depth like he was purposefully trying to finger you towards an orgasm— Before it could go too far, though, Jungwoo pushed Jaehyun out of the way slightly so that he could get a taste of your wetness mixed with Jaehyun’s cum. That felt even better. You moaned as Jungwoo’s tongue fucked you, but he neglected your throbbing clit that was begging for attention so that you could cum properly. They knew what they were doing, though. They were waiting to please you so that they could prove a point first.

“Move,” Johnny commanded.

Jungwoo did as he was told in an instant.

With a shove, Mark was brought forward with a shy blush warming his face. He looked around at the rest of the boys for someone else to go next, but Yuta was too excited to see what Mark could do, so no one came to his rescue. In fact, Yuta trapped Mark from behind, and in an attempt to ease Mark into it, Yuta slid his hand around the back of Mark’s neck then pulled him in for a deep, passionate, aggressive kiss. Mark was caught off guard. He let Yuta kiss him for a minute or so before he decided to kiss back, which only got Yuta more involved by reaching down to palm Mark’s erection over his pants. When Yuta’s tongue won the battle for dominance in their kiss, his hand drifted under Mark’s pants to pull out his cock. Mark bit Yuta’s lip. That only egged on Yuta more, so he pushed Mark’s pants down to his ankles with a chuckle before he bit Mark’s lip in retaliation.

“Fuck her nice and hard for us,” Yuta mumbled against Mark’s lips. Mark nodded. “Good boy.”

With a gulp, Mark turned to face you entirely, his erection bobbing just slightly until he grabbed it with a steady hand and guided his tip towards your entrance. His nervousness returned. He eyed you as you were waiting motionless in anticipation of what he would be like— Would he be rough like Jaehyun, or would he be his kind, gentle self he always was with you? With a shaky breath, Mark pushed in a bit. He froze about two inches deep… and he stared at you again, his cheeks even redder than before.

“Can you wear skirts like this more often?” he asked, running his hands over your waist where your skirt was scrunched up. “You look so pretty.” He swiftly looked away from you out of embarrassment.

“Keep going,” Yuta said in the background.

Once Mark was inside of you, there was a complete switch up. The nervous, shy demeanor that had him shaking in front of you disappeared the moment Yuta helped him thrust all the way inside, and instead he bit his lip in concentration as he began taking control by quickly fucking you without any more hesitancy.

Yuta grinned wickedly over Mark’s shoulder. He looked down to watch where Mark’s cock met your slick entrance. “Be a good boy and fill her up for us,” Yuta egged on in Mark’s ear. Mark nodded quickly and obediently. “How does she feel?”

“So fucking wet,” he moaned out in one breath.

Yuta chuckled. “I bet.”

With Yuta’s hands on his hips to guide him, Mark fucked you as fast and hard as he was physically capable of. His head tilted forward, the bangs of his long hair falling over his eyes to cover up the pretty faces he was making as he let out moans in the same pattern that he bucked his hips forward. He certainly wasn’t being gentle like usual. Something overcame his senses— Likely Yuta’s doing— that melted Mark’s brain until he was focused solely on achieving his orgasm.

Yuta chuckled once more. “You’re really desperate for her.”

Mark squeezed your thighs with his hands. “‘C-course I am…” He bit his lip harder to hold back a moan, however that wasn’t sufficient enough for Yuta who wanted to hear the pretty sounds Mark had boiling inside of him. So as Mark continued to fuck you, Yuta turned Mark’s face then kissed him passionately again. That set Mark off. “Close—” he moaned into Yuta’s mouth.

“Already?” Hyuck teased somewhere out of sight.

Yuta pulled on Mark’s hair to keep it out of their way. “Go on.”

Mark’s hands held onto you for dear life while his tip hit a deep, sensitive spot that made you clench around him as he began cumming inside of you, his moans leaking directly into Yuta’s mouth.

“Good boy.”

Mark moaned again, and he pulled out until his tip was hanging at your entrance, then he fucked his cum back into you one more time for good measure.

“Let me have my turn with her now.”

Mark nodded obediently. With a pathetic, submissive whimper, his softening cock slipped out of you, and he stepped to the side while Yuta’s hands were on his hips to guide him away.

The second Mark was out of his way, Yuta lined his tip up with your entrance, then with a deep grunt he thrusted all the way into you in one, rough go which made you whimper and struggle against your restraints, however there wasn’t enough slack for you to fight back against him. He had an extremely rough grasp on your hip using his right hand while his left held the band of your bra that was directly between your tits so that he could easily support himself as he fucked into you as hard and fast as he could. It was obvious that he wasn’t like the others who were trying their best to take their time with you because they wanted to make it count when there were so many other boys that still needed to have their turn with you. No, Yuta was always different from them. Honestly, he was the type of guy to just leave you tied up on his bed with your legs spread, toys plugging each of your holes, a vibrator taped against your clit so that you had to endure orgasm after orgasm without any breaks. But that wasn’t their plan. Yuta was playing along with the whole idea of filling you up, but he was going to do it how he wanted, as per usual, which meant finding a way to make you wish you hadn’t teased them then had the audacity to think poorly of yourself.

“Look at that, pretty girl,” he cooed with a chuckle before reaching to lift your head so that you could also look down at where your bodies met. Leaking around Yuta’s cock was a mixture of cum from everyone who had fucked you. He slammed his hips against yours roughly then said, “Can you feel me in there, princess? Right here?” His fingers danced over your stomach before finding the spot where his tip was, just to show how deep he was inside of you. “How ‘bout this? You feel this?” Suddenly, he had your clit pinched between his thumb and index finger, then he began gently rubbing it. Yuta laughed, “Yeah, you do.” He knew that because of the way your body jolted in response to the overstimulation and your walls clenched because of the sudden pleasure. “I’m close, princess, take my cum for me, like a good girl.”

As if you could do anything… You looked down as Yuta continued to fuck you and play with your clit, but like the ass he could be, he started cumming and immediately abandoned your clit, leaving you on the edge— You squeezed around him in search of your high but that was to his benefit since it milked his cock for everything he was worth. Yuta wasn’t the vocal type by nature. He had to really be into it to make all kinds of noises, yet this time around, it seemed like he was so lost in the moment that he let out a guttural groan as his high disappeared.

Despite the fact that he had cum, however, Yuta didn’t stop. His pace kept up without any indication of slowing down. The others watched, no one protested, not even those who were impatiently waiting their turn, because they knew that if they said or did anything to mess with Yuta while he was fucking you, they were in for a world of torture for at least the next week.

Suddenly, out of fucking nowhere, Jungwoo pushed Yuta to the side, and he quickly replaced Yuta’s cock with his own… He didn’t even thrust to fuck you. He just buried himself in to the hilt and fell forward over your body as he came inside of you. You realized that during the time that Yuta was fucking you, Doyoung had been edging Jungwoo to get him ready for his turn, but he couldn’t last anymore, and rather than let his load go to waste, he rushed his turn.

Yuta aggressively grabbed Jungwoo by his hair and yanked him back so that he was pulled out of you, his cum dripping everywhere. With a frustrated growl, Yuta said, “Don’t ever, ever interfere like that again, brat.”

Johnny handed Yuta a pair of handcuffs which were swiftly used to restrain Jungwoo’s hands behind his back so that he could be handled accordingly. Jungwoo began to apologize profusely. He tried his best to explain that he held back for as long as he could, he wanted to be good and wait his turn like the rest of them, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Yuta pushed Jungwoo in Doyoung and Jaehyun’s direction. More pathetic cries of, “No, wait, wait, I’m sorry!” echoed through the room, all in vain, however, since no one heard a safe word, and the reality was that Jungwoo loved to be manhandled and tamed, so he was secretly having fun though he would never admit it out loud.

“You can take more of me, can’t you, baby girl?” Yuta teased you shortly before he thrusted fully back into you. It felt like the wind was knocked out of you with how hard he fucked you. “Yeah, you can.”

Your core felt sore, so to distract yourself, you watched out of the corner of your eye as Jungwoo choked on Doyoung’s cock, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun was scolding Jungwoo with, “If you want to cum so bad without permission and want to get in Yuta’s way… Fine… You can cum.” He slid a vibrating cock ring onto Jungwoo’s overstimulated dick. He tried to protest. He squirmed and whimpered much like you had, but he was well restrained and Doyoung kept Jungwoo’s mouth otherwise occupied. “Brat.”

Your body tensed. Your walls tightened around Yuta’s long cock as a warning of what was to come before the words could even escape you.

Yuta grinned. “Bad girl, you didn’t ask for permission to cum on my cock.” One of his hands wrapped around your neck. “Does watching the boys abuse Woo get you off?”

You nodded while panting as your orgasm faded just as quickly as it approached. If he would’ve been playing with your clit, you would’ve had a stronger orgasm, but he was still neglecting the bud on purpose in the hopes of avoiding giving you an orgasm, which somehow didn’t work.

“Please, hyung, please,” Hyuck’s pathetic voice echoed in the corner. You glanced over to find him jerking himself off and bouncing eagerly on his toes. “Sir, please,” he begged in Johnny and Yuta’s direction, waiting for permission from either of them. Yuta surrendered by finally pulling out of you, and Johnny told him that he could go next. Immediately, Haechan leapt at the opportunity. In one rough motion, he thrusted his thick cock into you, throwing his head back, moaning out, “You’re so fucking wet.” He instantly found a quick and rough pace. It was obvious that he had no patience for teasing or trying to slowly work himself up— He was already worked up; He just wanted to fuck you. “Noona,” he cooed, “do you think we’ll get you pregnant?” He bit his lip and thrusted balls-deep. “I hope we do… I hope it’s me who does it…” He let out a high-pitched moan fueled by his desperation. “T-toy.”

Mark passed a small battery powered bullet shaped vibrator to Hyuck who pressed the side of it against your clit.

“I’m going make you cum, noona, just to make sure you really take everything we give you.” He rolled it around your clit, and he grinned when you moaned. “After all, we’re being so generous today for your birthday, giving you all these gifts. You’ve earned another orgasm, right?”

Your whole body curled into a ball, your frog-tied thighs pressing against your chest, the inside of your thighs clenching around Hyuck’s cock and wrist as he continued to bully you with the toy. “Please,” you mumbled behind the gag.

“Cum on my cock, noona.”

It felt pathetic to cum so fast, but Haechan’s words had really gotten to you. All of them had filled you up or soon would, and the thought of it sticking like he wanted, the thought of them having you tied up day after day, held open to take their loads… You couldn’t hold back your embarrassingly fast orgasm.

Haechan shuddered when your walls fluttered around him. “I’m already close… Please…”

“Cum in her,” Johnny said.

Hyuck’s hips stilled as he let out another moan and let everything go. His arms and thighs tensed, his soft stomach clenched, but the rest of him relaxed with a wave of relief as he emptied every drop inside of you. You felt him pulsing. Every time another stream spilled into you, you felt his cock jump, and he flicked the toy over the top of your clit in unison just to get you to squeeze him again. Finally, Hyuck showed some mercy. Once he was finished, he turned off the toy and tossed it to the side. He brushed his curly hair out of his face then smirked down at you because his confidence convinced him that he’d done his job well, and perhaps he really would succeed ultimately.

Johnny didn’t care. He wanted to move the process along because he was still impatiently waiting for his turn, which would likely come at the end if you had to guess. So while Johnny stepped forward, Hyuck caught the hint and slid out of you— A fair amount of liquid dripped out of you, too, but Hyuck was quick to use his fingers to stuff it back into you, which Johnny didn’t protest because at least there was enough room for the next man to step up to take his turn.

Taeyong.

Honestly, he looked even more nervous than Mark did— Not because he was shy; Taeyong was anything but that. But his nervousness stemmed from the fact that everyone was standing there, watching, chuckling at the way you panted with every thrust one of them gave you, how you so willingly accepted their cum, and how you looked up at him with those lustful eyes which were always his kryptonite. You were perfect in every way in Taeyong’s eyes. There was nothing you could say or do that would convince him you weren't the prettiest, smartest, funniest, most amazing girl in the entire world… And all he wanted was to make you feel good. Whenever you were in Dom space, he was your favorite toy because he was so obedient and so pathetic… Whenever you were in sub space alongside him, the boys always made you play together for their own entertainment because it was hilarious how Taeyong could get so hard just by kissing you. That skirt of yours that you decided to wear on your birthday had him as hard as a rock the second he saw you walk through the front door with Jaehyun, and it wasn’t helping that now you were laying in front of him, tied with your legs spread wide, and Haechan’s fingers in you to plug you full of your boyfriends’ cum.

“Yongie,” Johnny whispered into Taeyong’s ear sensually, “you ever think about getting her pregnant? Hmmm?”

Taeyong gulped.

“You have, haven’t you? Maybe when she lets you fuck her, and you’re rutting into her for so long, holding your orgasm back because you have to wait for permission to cum like a good boy.”

Taeyong’s breath shuddered.

“Good boys want to fill up their noona, right?”

Taeyong palmed himself over his pants until his hand was torn away by Yuta who was circling his two hyungs like a shark.

“You’re our good boy, Yongie.”

Taeyong nodded desperately, licking his dry lips.

Johnny kissed Taeyong’s neck, and Yuta pushed Taeyong’s pants down so that they fell to his ankles, revealing his unbearable hard-on. “Don’t let Hyuck win.”

With Yuta guiding Taeyong’s cock forward, the leader of the group hissed quietly when he saw Hyuck’s fingers slide out from you, and his tip was quickly brought forward to plug you up instead. His whole body shuddered. Yuta kissed one side of Taeyong’s neck while Johnny kissed the other… Taeyong’s eyes looked empty, like there wasn’t a thought in that brain of his, not while your entrance felt so good and the boys were teasing him.

“Can I, noona?” Taeyong asked submissively while rolling his hips to indicate he was asking for permission to fuck you.

How the fuck did he expect you to give him permission in the state you were in? It was a laughable request, but you yourself didn’t laugh. Johnny was the one to give Taeyong permission. The second he had the go-ahead, Taeyong slowly began pushing into you with his big boba eyes staring directly into your eyes, waiting for you to say something or express if he needed to do something different. You didn’t move or speak. So the second Taeyong was even halfway inside, he began rutting into you like a wild animal.

He fucked you with a shallow pace unlike the others who were trying to fit as deeply inside as they physically could. Taeyong liked to watch the cum slip out of you every time he pulled back… only for him to thrust it inside of you again. The cutest, most pathetic whine you had heard all night fell from Taeyong’s lips, and that was his way of waving the white flag, indicating that there was hardly any strength keeping him up anymore as he fucked you while listening to Yuta and Johnny tease him with the idea of knocking you up. All those moans he tried to hold back were suddenly spilling without any end in sight. Whimpers… Moans… Quiet pants and smooth comments about how tight and wet you were.

“N-N-Noona, I’m c-close…” Despite his warning, Taeyong’s whole body tensed like he was trying to hold himself back because he didn’t have enough time inside of you yet. He wanted more— No, he craved more. Though he was more untamed than the others with his thrusts, Taeyong was still a submissive at heart, and there was no way he was going to give up so easily. “I love… I love you, n-noona— Oh, fuck—” He squeezed your hips for dear life as he tried to forbear his imminent orgasm. “Sir, please,” he begged no one in particular.

Johnny pulled away from Taeyong’s neck after leaving a noticeable hickey that he seemed proud of. For a minute, he didn’t say anything, so no one else uttered a word of permission to Taeyong either because they were all amused by the sight of him trying so, so hard not to fall apart in a moment’s notice… Their Taeyong was too cute. He was so obedient, and he tried so hard to impress all of them. He would never, ever act out like Haechan and Jungwoo did for fun; and that was what made Taeyong so endearing to them. So, eventually, Johnny folded, finally giving Taeyong permission to cum.

“I love you so much!” One last breathy whine followed by Taeyong rolling his hips in a different direction brought him over the edge, his cum shooting deep into you along with everyone else’s. His body toppled over yours, his face hiding in the crevice between your tits. “Fuck,” he mumbled against you. His body shivered. “Fuck.”

“You did good, hyung,” Yuta whispered.

Taeyong whined tiredly.

“Let the last two have their turn, hyung, okay?”

Nodding, Taeyong slowly pushed himself upright, and his eyes met yours once more. Both of you moaned as you instinctively tightened around him once you saw how his eyes were glossed over with the same kind of fucked-out lust that you loved so much whenever you were Domming him and he’d pant, “Noona, please, I’ll be a good boy, just let me cum!” after hours of edging and ruined orgasms. Honestly, if you hadn’t been in your current predicament, when Taeyong asked for permission to cum, you wouldn’t have been as nice as Johnny was. You would’ve snickered and told him, “No. Hold it.” You liked to watch him struggle to keep his composure while balls deep inside of you, and you liked to watch him squirm a bit too… But those eyes. Those big, beautiful eyes of his… They were still the same no matter what, and it made your head spin with love.

“Attagirl,” Johnny commented after Taeyong slid out of you and you settled with a tired moan too. “Just me and Doyoung left, and I promise we’ll make it count.”

Doyoung finally dragged himself away from torturing Jungwoo. You glanced over again for the first time since Yuta had his second chance with you, only to discover a more pathetic sight than you remembered. Jungwoo was on his side, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while he continued to weakly beg Jaehyun for mercy because his cum was dribbling endlessly out of his soft cock— He’d made a mess of himself and the floor with his cum and drool. But Jaehyun didn’t turn down the toy wrapped around Jungwoo’s cock. He sat in the chair opposite Yuta’s bed so that he had the perfect angle to watch you be filled over and over again, while Jungwoo fell apart at his feet.

Johnny ushered Doyoung to stand just in front of you, settling between your legs like all the others had. For a moment, Doyoung stared at your body, his eyes wandering around every detail of you from the sweat beading on your skin to the cum leaking out of you before Johnny quickly reached out to scoop it up onto his fingers which he brought to Doyoung’s lips. Without a word, the two shared the same thought. Doyoung moaned as he wrapped his lips around Johnny’s long fingers. The two of them held eye contact to help the erection that was still going strong in Johnny’s pants. With a smirk, Johnny removed his fingers from Doyoung’s mouth, then he quickly replaced them with his tongue, pulling Doyoung in for a passionate kiss that lasted long enough for Johnny to taste all the cum and your wetness, and in the meantime the rest of the boys cleaned themselves up so that they could enjoy the finale from their seats either on the floor or next to you on the bed. It was only after Hyuck settled on your right and Taeyong settled on your left that Johnny put his hand on Doyoung’s chest and pushed in order to separate them— Otherwise they would’ve kept going until they ended up fucking each other instead of the birthday girl dripping with need in front of them.

“Have your turn with her while I take her mouth,” Johnny said to Doyoung.

When they separated, Doyoung situated himself between your thighs, meanwhile Johnny took the gag out of your mouth as he crawled on his knees next to Taeyong— And instead of immediately fucking your throat without remorse, Johnny took a moment to massage your jaw and inspect your face to make sure that you were alright.

“Color?”

Exhausted, you whispered, “Green.”

He pet your hair lovingly. “You’re being such a good toy for us, darling.” With that, he held your jaw so that your mouth remained open wide enough for him to start slowly face fucking you. “Use your tongue, baby, come on, don’t fall asleep on us now.”

You did your best to focus on swirling your tongue around Johnny's tip that he was sliding in and out of your wet mouth, but you were immediately distracted by Doyoung who had no decorum in the way he grabbed your hips then aggressively thrusted inside of you without any kind of warning. Though Yuta’s restraints had proved to hold strong, Haechan and Taeyong grabbed your legs to keep them open as Doyoung drilled into you far faster than anyone else had— And that remained a disruptor to your actions for Johnny’s pleasure throughout the whole ordeal. You couldn’t use your hands to jerk him off or cup his balls. You couldn’t really bob your head the way you were positioned. All you could do was lay still until Johnny was fed up and decided to tangle his fingers in your hair so that he had a steady grip on your head before he began matching Doyoung’s thrusts face-fucking you.

Haechan, being the menace he always was, decided that was the perfect moment to push down the cups of your bra so that your tits were out for him to suck on. The second Taeyong saw that, he needed some too. The two of them worked in tandem with Doyoung and Johnny to suck, nip, and pull on your extremely sensitive nipples which had been neglected the entire night thanks to their selfish endeavors to make themselves cum and not the other way around.

Honestly, by the time it came to Doyoung’s turn, you had already been ruthlessly railed by Jaehyun, Yuta, Mark, Taeyong, and Haechan, and Jungwoo had filled you up some more for good measure. You had no fight left in you. All you could do was lay there, your mouth open, your legs shaking, while Doyoung chased his orgasm and Johnny took his time roughly face-fucking you. Mark took some pity on you. To show just an ounce of kindness amongst all the cruelty, he approached so that he was close enough to hold your hair out of your face so that it didn’t get in Johnny’s way. What wasn’t so kind was what Yuta chose to do. Instead of comforting you, Yuta used two of his fingers to rub your overstimulated clit. Both you and Doyoung moaned when your walls contracted in reaction to the pleasure— Johnny grunted when he felt the vibrations of your moans around his dick.

“Hurry up, Doyoungie,” Johnny egged on impatiently. “I need to cum in her pussy.”

“I know… I know…”

Doyoung threw his head back to let a moan out into the room which overlapped with Jungwoo’s moans in the corner. Johnny laughed at the sight. The two of them were really good at playing off of each other, and though Johnny had put Doyoung on a timer “indirectly,” they were both having fun spit roasting you. They had shared you plenty of times, it wasn’t anything new to you, but this felt more special since it was your birthday and everyone else had already taken their turn with you. Italy… That was a good one. You were reminded of it suddenly when Johnny and Doyoung began kissing over your body, and it seemed Doyoung was too, because the second Johnny tugged on Doyoung’s hair, he muttered, “Hyung,” into their kiss then started cumming inside of you.

“H-hyung—” Doyoung faltered, his body giving out slightly as his senses were overwhelmed, but Johnny held onto him the entire time. So with support, Doyoung continued thrusting lightly to make sure he really got everything out. “Love you,” he mumbled again.

Johnny smirked against Doyoung’s lips. “Let me have a turn with her.”

“I could have another go like Yuta.”

“Maybe later.”

Pouting, Doyoung pulled out of you and moved away to make room for Johnny who was already out of your mouth and moving to take Doyoung’s place at the foot of the bed.

“Look at what they’ve done to you, sweet girl…” His breath shuddered when more cum leaked out of you. “Fuck…” He bit his lip. “Are you full, baby?”

You nodded.

“Fucked-out?”

You nodded some more.

“Poor thing…” He slowly lined his erection up with your entrance, maneuvering his hips so that he didn’t have to release his grip from your thighs. “You’re gonna have to take some more, baby, I’m sorry… You just look so fucking good in this skirt…” He began pushing in. “And filled with our cum…” He went a little faster, forcing his entire length into you with a lewd squelching noise followed by a scream from you. Johnny threw his head back. “Oh, fuck, they really filled you up.” He settled all the way inside. With a sigh, he said, “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll be quick.”

Like Jaehyun, Johnny was a marathon runner of a sex god with a hint of Yuta’s enjoyment for seeing you squirm and complain about all the things he liked to do to you, like stretching your ass around his thick cock. But that wasn’t the goal this time around. Though Johnny certainly had half a mind about fucking your ass instead, he wanted his chance at filling you up like everyone else had, and he certainly made an impressive grand finale with the way he had his hand wrapped around your neck to apply just enough pressure to keep himself steady and make sure you stayed still as he railed the rest of your energy out of your body. He liked seeing you like that. He liked how helpless and tired you looked— How all you could do was moan his name and sniffle as he hit deep, sore spots inside of you that were covered in cum. It was dirty. It wasn’t the most insane thing you'd all done together, but it certainly said something about the kind of family you were if they could all share you like that and still find time to have fun with each other in the middle of it all. Maybe Jaehyun and Haechan really were onto something. Maybe it wasn’t just a silly game where they were joking about getting you pregnant— Maybe they’d actually make it a reality, and that alone seemed to egg on Johnny more, because even though he wasn’t the most competitive guy around, he wanted to win this.

“Is this a good birthday gift?” he asked you teasingly.

You glared at him slightly— Just enough to get your point across but not to draw Yuta’s attention since he would’ve gotten a tad mean if he found out you were acting out when they’d been “so nice,” as Hyuck put it earlier. Johnny, however, still did not find your hint of brattiness amusing. He tightened his grip around your neck to put enough pressure that warned you not to do it again, so you easily backed down since you were in no position to go even further down that route. Maybe some other time… To get back at him for all of this.

“That’s my girl.”

He grinned wickedly when he saw your submissiveness come out; but even then, he didn’t loosen his hand around your neck. Both of you liked the feeling of it too much to surrender, so he even tightened it a smidge more as he leaned his tall height over your body to make you feel trapped underneath his strength.

“Here,” Yuta said.

Johnny reached out one hand to take what Yuta was offering— Something which you couldn’t see. Not until Johnny reached down between your bodies and turned on the same toy which Haechan had used on you earlier, immediately torturing your swollen clit. When your mouth fell agape with a desperate moan echoing throughout the bedroom, Johnny took the opportunity to kiss you, his tongue immediately claiming dominance, both of your breaths running short with his hips swerving and your exhaustion catching up to you again now that his body was on yours… He was so warm. He felt inviting and safe. Johnny was always like that, no matter how rough or short-tempered he could get, he could put you at ease no matter what.

“You’re gonna cum with me, baby girl, okay?”

You nodded against his lips. Together, you moaned in unison, both of you leaning in to kiss the other harder. All the feeling in your core was numb— The soreness was fading, and all you could distinguish was the stretch at your entrance every time he went balls-deep in you, as well as the never ending buzzing against your clit. The marathon runner in Johnny held back his orgasm. Those abs of his were working overtime to hold his body together because you were squeezing tightly around him— So tightly that he couldn’t stop moaning with every deep thrust. He was waiting for you, waiting for that moment you would start fighting your restraints again while moaning into his mouth a mixture of pleas and variations of his name. “Johnny… John… Oppa… Daddy…” The last one was sure to get him, and you knew that. So the second you felt your high approaching again, you bit Johnny’s lower lip and whispered, “Daddy, please,” loud enough for only him to hear.

“Milk my cock like you did theirs, baby.”

“S-Sensitive,” you mumbled.

“I know… You can do it, though. Let me take care of you. One more orgasm for us, okay? For your birthday.”

The vibrator rolled over your clit in a different direction then back the other way, and when it hit that sensitive peak, you came suddenly, your legs shaking, your hands desperately trying to reach for something to hold onto as you tried to bear how overstimulating the orgasm was. And as promised, Johnny finally let his orgasm go at the same time he felt your velvety walls pulsing around his cock.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed gently, brushing your hair out of your face while his hips were still against yours, his cock throbbing inside of you. After another minute of enjoying watching you struggle to get the vibrator away from your clit, Johnny took pity, finally pulling it away. “Sorry…” He chuckled and sat upright. “Color?”

“G-gree… G…”

With a light smile, Johnny brushed your hair again then pulled out. “We’re done.”

Finally, everyone agreed to release you.

Yuta jumped in to undo the ropes in order to give you some kind of relief. Doyoung sprinted to the kitchen downstairs and returned with a cold bottle of water by the time Yuta moved to undo your right leg while Haechan was slowly stretching your freed left leg to help with any soreness in your knee. Johnny was at your head again to comfort you, asking you questions about how you felt and if you were alright. Honestly, you were too fucked out to talk. The boys thought it was funny, all of them were chuckling while still making sure that your limbs were fine and that you were drinking plenty of water.

“Woo…” you croaked.

They moved slightly to show that Mark and Jaehyun were looking after him. The cock ring had finally been removed along with the handcuffs, and Jaehyun was wiping Jungwoo’s tears and cum while Mark made sure Jungwoo was also drinking water. Jungwoo looked like he had fun too. Despite how ruined he was, the smile on his face indicated that you didn’t need to be worried.

“Let’s move her to my room,” Johnny said.

Taeyong, wearing nothing but his boxers, nudged the boys out of his way so that he could carry you bridal-style in his arms out of Yuta’s stuffy, cum covered room and into Johnny’s nice, clean bedroom. He gently placed you on the bed. “You okay?” he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You nodded vaguely. “Rest. We’ll look after you.” You nodded again and he chuckled.

When you woke up, you were still in Johnny’s room, but the bed was made up around you, there was no one next to you, and you were changed into pajamas— Well, a pair of Jungwoo’s pajama pants and an oversized sweatshirt from Johnny’s closet. As you tried to roll over to look at the time, you found that your entire body was achingly sore, preventing you from moving an inch.

The door creaked open. You lifted your head a bit… as far as you could, at least… and you found Mark peeking his head in to see if you were okay. When he saw that you were awake, he smiled and walked inside, and you tried to push yourself up but you fell with a thump back onto the mattress, which made Mark giggle as he sat next to you on the edge of the bed.

“Hi, sleepy head,” he cooed lovingly. You yawned. “Are you still tired?” You nodded again and moved to put your head on his thigh. “What do you want for lunch?”

“I’ve been asleep that long?” you questioned with utter shock.

Mark laughed. “Yeah. It’s okay, though, Jaehyun called your boss—”

“The one that’s in love with him?”

“Yeah. Offered her a signed album and a picture with her if she gave you the day off.”

You giggled. Food sounded good now that he mentioned it. It’d been so long since you had food, and after the night they had you endure, you desperately needed something that would provide energy. “Can I get a sandwich? I don’t care what it is, honestly.”

Mark nodded with a smile. “Yeah, I’ll have Doyoung make something for you. Anything else?”

“Water.”

“Done.”

“Ibuprofen.”

“After you eat something.”

“A kiss.”

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips while his palm was splayed across your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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mother’s day special.

pairing: dad!nct127 members x mom!reader

tags/warnings: fluff, suggestive, just 127 being the best husband/dad figures, wholesome read

w.c: 4.5k

a.n: happy mother’s day to all the mothers out there! here’s a little sum in commemoration <3

taeyong.

“mom!” two distinct voices call out for you.

you stir in your sleep, eyes fluttering open. you turn to your side, finding your twins holding a bouquet of flowers each. as you lifted yourself off the bed, they handed you the flowers.

“happy mother’s day,” they each say.

“thank you!” you happily answered, calling their names to engulf them into a tight hug.

after the late night you had with your husband, it slipped your mind that today was mother’s day. after all this was the whole reason you all were away on a trip in the maldives.

“happy mother’s day!” your husband announces, walking in with a tray of food.

your eyes nearly popping out of your head as you admired the carefully arranged breakfast. “fo-for me?” you stuttered.

“of course, only for the best mother,” your son says excitedly.

“thank you,” you nearly choked up a bit, finding the gestures this morning too much for your poor heart.

“go get ready you two,” your husband informs the kids, they scurry out in no time.

he walks over to you, sitting besides you.

“thank you so much taeyong,” you tell your husband, your lips kissing his cheek.

“no need to thank me, today’s all about you,” he tells you, returning your kiss with one of his own. “now finish your breakfast and change, we’re going snorkeling,” he informs you, smiling widely.

“snorkeling!?”

and before you could interrogate him, he walks out. you finished up eating and changed into a snorkeling appropriate apparel before walking outside to find the kids and taeyong already ready.

“let’s go!” your son announces at your appearance.

your daughter follows him to the door. taeyong waits for you, walking alongside you as you two follow them.

“nervous?” he asks.

you shook your head, yeah it was your first time but you were more excited about this new experience instead.

it’d only been a 5 minute walk from where you guys were staying and luckily taeyong had reserved it prior. as he checked in your gaze drifted to the crystal clear ocean, the waves weren’t so bad. it was almost god’s way of saying you were doing this.

once taeyong finished, you all walked up to pick up your snorkeling masks and fins that they provided. with instructor walking alongside you guys, he explained the safety and precautions and once you were within a good distance from the ocean was when he allowed you to put on the gear.

you penguin walked towards the water, getting deeper and deeper within until your whole body submerged. you wished you could’ve opened your mouth in awe, but since you were underwater you could only resort to widen eyes.

the view from underneath is absolutely breathtaking, the vibrant fishes and ocean creatures that swam alongside you leaving you speechless. no this wasn’t your first time seeing them, but it was your first time being within such close proximity.

your attention then diverges to the family who is lost within the waters. the twins pointing at every fish that crosses their way and your husband engrossed with the bigger creatures.

you wished you could’ve swam across to him and puckered his lips, expressing just how thankful you were for this, for the entire trip.

he went all out for you on a day like this, a day to express just how much of an amazing mother you are. now you want to do the same, whether that be tonight or in a month from now on father’s day.

johnny.

“keep your eyes closed mommy,” your daughter’s voice says.

her little hands pulling yours while your husband guides you from behind.

“watch your step,” he announces from behind.

you take a step, then two, and three down before you're met with the grass from the backyard.

“open!” she tells you.

and as your eyes open up, you’re met with a careful put together at-home theater. a large bean bag centered in the middle while a white drape was hanged and a projector behind the bean bag. a table of snacks and popcorn adorned the front of the bean bag, it was unlike anything you’d ever received before.

your daughter runs closer to the bean bag, “happy mother’s day!” she tells you for the nth time today.

“you mentioned wanting to experience an in-home theater one time,” johnny says besides you, observing you closely. he could tell you were speechless beyond your thoughts.

your heart melted at his careful observations. if there’s one thing you loved most about your husband, it was his ability to remember even the smallest details about you.

“i love it, thank you,” you tell him as you go over to give him a kiss on his cheek.

and before he could even say anything back you’re off to join your daughter. the two of you try finding the lucky first movie, and after some help from johnny you’re all sat in the comfy bean bag that was adorned with blankets and pillows.

movie after movie played, until dawn turned into night. and by the nth movie, you glanced down when you stopped hearing your daughter ramble.

she laid across the bean bag, in a deep slumber. johnny notices too, “finally some time alone,” he whispers. you turn to him where he sat besides you.

“really?” you arced a brow at him.

a smile touching his lips, as he shrugs. “let’s call it a night after this movie finishes.”

“and what do you have in mind that we do, dear husband,” you questioned.

he pretends to think before suggesting, “another child?”

your eyes widen, you slap his arm. you turn around thinking your daughter might’ve heard, but her sleeping state still remains the same.

“so? what do you say?” johnny pestered you.

and as you go to face him again, your arms wrap around his neck. you bring your face closer, whispering to him “ok, i guess i’ll take you up on that.”

his lips sealed yours in a kiss, but before it could adventure any deeper he carried his sleeping daughter in his arms and laid her in her bed.

not long after returning to you to continue, where things then escalated into the bedroom.

yuta.

you sat waiting, waiting for your husband and daughter to come back. it’d been well over 5 minutes since yuta asked you to wait here for them while they went to grab something. it was mother’s day today and you all spent the day at home. being pregnant, you didn’t have the energy to go out and celebrate so you all settled to celebrate here.

the day’s celebration went above and beyond, you didn’t know if it was the pregnancy emotions or what but you felt extremely sentimental at every surprise your 4-year old daughter and husband presented to you.

as you relive the last couple of hours, the whisper of voices get you out of your trance. you can’t quite make out what they were whispering, but as they got closer you could make out some of the words.

“close your eyes mommy!” your little girl shouts.

you complied without a second thought, shuttering your eyes as you used your ears to guide you.

the steps got closer, until the creeks in the floorboards stopped. you could feel their presence in front of you, the soft breaths from your daughter as her little giggles filled your ears. you smiled at her small noises.

“you can open now mommy!” she exclaims.

slowly fluttering your eyes open, your eyes regain their consciousness. you look at both of them, faces covered by canvases.

the one your daughter holding a painting of the three of you, a tall male figure with dyed blonde hair (yuta), another much shorter female figure (you), and a little child in the middle that was holding both your hands. All three surrounded by a flowery field, and sun that almost took up the entire left corner.

as you finish soaking in your daughter’s adorable painting, your eyes travel to the one your husband was holding up. his painting more, mature. the painting was covered with your favorite flower, all different shades of color, to many it might’ve been simple yet to you it was beauty.

“they’re beautiful,” you finally spoke amidst the silence.

your daughter pops her head from the side, “really!” she gleams.

“yeah… thank you my butterfly,” you nearly cried, opening your arms so she could come to hug you.

she finds home in your arms, yuta witness to all of this with a warm smile.

“you, too,” you announced, “come here.”

you extended your arm so he could come. yuta wastes no time, the three of you bundling one another with warmth. you even feel a subtle kick from your belly, your baby wanting in too.

“though i have to say,” you said, departing your arms from them. “where’s your little brother?” you arched a brow at your daughter, eyeing her drawing.

“ah!” your daughter says, shocked. she facepalms her forehead with that small hand of hers.

yuta chuckles, and you erupt in laughter. your daughter eyeing you two like you two were crazy. and as the happy laughter stopped, your husband pulled you into his side, kissing the top of your head.

“happy mother’s day to the best mother to my little butterflies.”

your eyes watered. today couldn’t get any better.

doyoung.

you glanced down at your phone for the nth time since you’ve stayed sat here in an empty theater.

where were they?

your daughter and husband nowhere in sight. they’d left a while ago for “snacks.” yet as no one filled the theater and they weren’t coming back, you guessed they were probably off somewhere else.

and as you were about to call him for the 5th time, the lights turned off. you were in a room with nothing but darkness now. your heart jumping at how scary the scenery was now.

then as you slowly rose from your seat the curtain from the stage opened, only a dim light revealing two figures. two figures you could recognize from miles away.

your daughter in a different dress, more princess-y and white. while your husband, doyoung, in a white tux with your favorite flower in his pocket.

and when you see the microphones coming out from behind them, it clicks.

your daughter began singing your favorite song. the background instrumental going nonexistent to you as you let her voice wow you away. her singing almost sounded identical to the original, she carried a strong stage presence, one that made you forget about the ever-evolving world around you. she carried the rest of the song smoothly, and when she finishes the instrumental changes to another one of your favorites. though this time doyoung takes over.

doyoung was a whole different category of his own, he was unlike any other, an angelic voice that pulled you away. and once he finishes his part, the beat changes again. this time an unfamiliar tune, and it wasn’t until both of them started singing that the lyrics too sounded unfamiliar.

“an unreleased song?” you mumbled, continuing being in awe at the father-daughter duet playing in front of you.

the lyrics speaking nothing but words of love, their undying love for you. it wasn’t until you felt the wetness on your cheeks that you realized you’d begun crying. your heart ached, oh how you loved your little family.

doyoung would never be a regret in your life, but a blessing. he opened your eyes beyond the world you knew, into a world that you lived full heartedly. it’s almost as if it were yesterday that you found out you were pregnant with his child, when you surprised him with the child, and you two welcomed your adorable daughter into this world.

a miracle child to you two, a symbol of the undying love you two held for one another. life as you know it felt like beyond blessed.

scurrying out of your thoughts, the beat stops.

“happy mother’s day mommy!” her little voice shouts into the microphone.

“i love you,” not only she exclaims, but doyoung does as well.

“i couldn’t ask for a better mother for my children,” doyoung announces loud and clear, finishing off the performance.

jaehyun.

“here, give these to mommy,” your husband, jaehyun, instructed your son.

your son takes the pretty pink roses from him, struggling to carry them with his little body. as he walks over to you he hands them to you, and says“happy mother’s day!” to you.

your heart melts, your son whose an identical copy of his father smiles widely, dimples popping out as you pull him into a tight hug and smother him with kisses.

“stop!” he repeats in a giggly tone.

jaehyun watches you two, with a dimpled smile of his own as he holds your newborn daughter in his arms. she’s been asleep practically since you all got here.

here, at this breathtaking park where your husband and son planned a cute picnic-y mother’s day date.

when you finally finish smothering your son with kisses, he looks up to catch your eyes. “let’s go to the lake now mommy!” he asks for the thousandth time since you all arrived.

you smiled, stroking his head, “alright.”

he holds your hand as you get up. “you coming?” you asked your husband who just admired you like you were the only person in this world.

“in a bit,” jaehyun responds, “enjoy yourselves first.”

“if you say so,” you shrugged, laughing as your son practically has you running to the lake.

and while you were lost in the glistening water and playing with your son, you failed to notice the eyes that were glued to you from behind.

jaehyun’s eyes as he admired his family, engraving this moment into his memory. he loved his family more than anything in this world, his little family that was continuously growing.

you were the best mother to his children, there was no one like you. you might’ve not been his first love, but you were going to be his last. he still doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you, he doesn’t-

a light slap against his chest pulls him out of his thoughts. he looks down, only to find his daughter, who’d just woken up, eyeing him with those big doe-eyes of hers.

“good morning,” he coos, even if the sun was starting to set.

her giggles melted him away, but he wasn’t complaining. his daughter had become his entire life, who knew she already held him around her little fingers at just a couple weeks old.

“let’s go catch up with mommy and your brother now that you’re awake,” he tells her, giving a peck on her chubby cheeks.

“you’re here!” you yell as you see your husband coming down the hill with a smile plastered on his face.

“the little princess finally woke up,” he informs you, dragging your attention to your daughter.

and when they’re mere centimeters away from you, your daughter happily starts blabbering when she sees your face. she tries extending her arms so you could hold her, in which you take.

“i think she’s wishing you a happy mother’s day too,” your husband chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist.

the three of you started walking towards where your son was occupied with a stick and the water. he was quote on quote fishing.

“quite the son you got there huh,” you giggled, eyes dragging to jaehyun.

his eyes catch yours, locking in. “he gets that imagination from you dear wife.”

you roll your eyes, and before you could argue back his lips fall onto yours. his tender lips, kissing your soft ones into a gentle and loving kiss. unspoken words conveying through his lips.

you feel the subtle grip of his hand around your waist tightening. and before he could even think about deepening the kiss, your son’s voice pulls you two out of your trances.

“mommy, daddy look!… wait, why are you red mommy?”

your heated cheeks growing increasingly red. jaehyun just starts laughing besides you, earning him a pinch on his side.

“i-it’s hot,” you stuttered, even though the cool evening breeze blew.

nonetheless your son doesn’t question that or you any further. and he’s back to showing you two the random things he finds as he circles the lake. as you all follow behind him, you feel your husband’s breath against your ear.

“don’t worry, we can continue at home,” he whispers, “when they’re both asleep of course.”

your face heats up again, and this time you slap his arm away. he chuckles at your adorable, feisty behavior.

but you don’t stop him as he hugs you from behind, lips pecking your exposed neck and his daughter’s forehead. she was surprisingly calm throughout the walk.

“happy mother’s day, to the best mother out there,” jaehyun says as his lips capture yours in a quick kiss.

jungwoo.

“almost there you two,” your husband's voice says from behind you.

“i swear if it’s what i think it is… i will-”

jungwoo’s chuckles stop you, rendering you silent. you go on for another minute before he stops you two. a small noise captures your attention, but you try shoving it aside thinking you’re just hallucinating.

“open,” he announces.

as your eyes regain their consciousness you’re met with a box with a ribbon.

weird.

but before you could question your husband, your daughter ran up to the box. her hands waste no time lifting the lid where squeals and giggles erupt from her. it isn’t until you see a small golden-furry four legged animal pop out.

your jaw drops to the floor. no he didn’t.

“oh yes i did,” jungwoo says, reading you expression clear as day.

you don’t even say anything back, just mindlessly looking at your daughter as she plays with the new member of the family. it wasn’t until after a while she cradles the dog in her hands, walking over to where you two were still standing.

“isn’t he adorable!?” she exclaims.

you ponder for a bit, until small barks from the dog melt away your brewing anger. “yeah, it’s something alright,” you say, walking closer to stroke it.

the small dog warms up to you quickly, licking on your wrist and hand. “see, knew you’d like it after all.”

you rolled your eyes at his words. “how could i not, just wished you waited a while longer.”

“but don’t you think our love is old enough to take care of it?” he questions.

and he’s right, your daughter was old enough for a dog. but.. there was another reason why.

“she might be,” you say, pausing before announcing, “but they aren’t.”

your hands going to your belly. it wasn’t big yet, but you were…

“you’re pregnant…” your husband says, speechless.

“yeah…”

“a puppy and a little sibling!” your daughter beyond happy.

jungwoo engulfs you into his arms, whispering small “thank you’s” before departing with watery eyes. “and here i thought i’d be the one surprising you on your special day.”

you chuckled, “happy mother’s day to me.”

mark.

“open it, open it!” your 5-year son urges you to unbox the small-rectangular shaped box.

your hands carefully open the box, and to your surprise you find a book. a colorfully crafted book created and written by no one else but your son.

“happy mommy day!” he yells excitedly, pecking your face with kisses.

must’ve been mark’s idea, you thought.

your husband had a knack for writing, it was one of his most favorite past times.

as you pick it up, you briefly scan the pages, finding drawings to the left-side and writing on the right.

“it’s beautiful! i love it!”

“really?!” your song jumps from excitement.

“yes! but i’ll have to read it later so your father won’t get jealous,” you say, whispering the last part out of mark’s earshot.

“what are you two whispering about now?” your husband says, taking a seat besides you.

you shrug, acting like nothing had transpired. while your son responds, “secrets!”

and before mark could probe his son any further, he runs away. your son’s attention drifting back to his playroom where he was mid-superhero roleplay.

it was only you and your husband in the living room, sitting in an awkward silence. which was unlike mark, he usually talked and laughed with you. unless he…

“i- i also prepared something for you,” he announces.

you hit the nail, unless he was nervous. this had happened way too many times before for you not to know by now.

“i love presents, especially if they’re from you,” you reassured him, sealing it off with a peck on his cheek.

you see as his hands come out from behind to reveal a manila colored envelope. he hands it over to you, in which you take. you open it in a careful and slow manner. you peaked inside where pages of paper resided inside. black words lining each page, yet the title was what finally made it clear what this stack was.

to the woman i love most.

you pull it out, your mother’s day letter from mark. writing from his beloved typewriter, almost as wide as a novel, it was his declaration of his undying love for you.

no matter how many he’s written you, he always finds a way to write something about you. about the countless memories he’s engraved of you. you weren’t just his wife, his beloved, or the mother of his children, but you were his biggest inspiration.

you tried reading the first couple pages before stopping because of the waterfall of tears erupting from your eyes. his words as sweet as candy, yet hit you right in the heart. his emotions were raw on each page.

“god, i love you,” you sobbed, leaning in to wrap your arms around his neck. you pulled him close, breathing him in and taking in all his warmth. you two fit together like puzzle pieces, just meant for one another.

“i love you more to infinity and beyond,” he replies.

you stifle out a laugh, as corny as that sounded, you knew he meant it. you knew he loved you beyond infinity.

“you’re the best mother and the best wife, you deserve more than some lousy letters.”

“no, don’t say that mark. you know how much i adore your letters, how i have a whole keep sake of them stored inside a box from god knows how long.”

“i’m glad you like them then,” he says, mutteringly.

“not like, love mark.”

he chuckles at your correction. and he admires you for a moment, taking in your beauty. as he leans down to capture your lips, your son's voice interrupts the sweet moment.

“i’m hungry!”

you two laugh at his sudden words, and leave it off with a peck on the lips before getting up. mark took up the cooking while you set up. and as the dark sky came up, you found yourself with mark continuing the moment before your son had interrupted.

haechan.

“are we expecting more people?” you questioned in surprise at the enormous amount of food at the table.

“no, just us,” haechan announces alongside you.

the kids had already claimed their seats, in full anticipation of the arrays of food lining the table.

“perhaps i went a bit overboard,” your husband says.

“a bit?” you bite back. you take a look back to the food, your favorite foods.

he shrugs, “well we did agree on a surprise dinner for you today.”

“i’m not complaining, it’s just i fear it might feed the whole neighborhood rather than the four of us.”

“it’s alright whatever we have as leftovers we can just store or give some to my parents,” haechan explained, diminishing the problem.

you decided to shrug it off, i mean there were alternatives to do with the leftovers. as you make your way to your seat, haechan is a step ahead of you to make sure to pull out the chair for you.

“thank you,” you tell him while he pushes your chair in.

he walks over to the seat to the left, while you stay in the center like some ruler. well today was all about you.

“no more waiting, you two are practically drooling. let’s dig in,” you announced.

all hell breaks loose with the kids as they rummage through every tray of food. their plates are full of different dishes. now its time to see if they’re even going to finish it all…

to your surprise they do, but at the cost of not digging in for seconds. they rubbed their bellies, filled to the brim with their father’s cooking.

you on the other hand, were just finishing up your first dish, before picking up a few more pasta. you always loved the way haechan made the pasta, it was a taste you couldn’t even achieve yet.

and as you and haechan finished up your ends of the meal, the children chatted and blabbed about various things to keep things entertaining.

you were so lost in their talk that you didn’t even notice when your husband had gotten up. he disappeared before reappearing with a heart-shaped cake.

you could tell it was no store-bought creation, but his creation. he’d just begun baking, and who knew he did it so he could gift you a cake for today. as e places the cake in front of you, you take a look at the writing inked in the middle.

to the greatest mother of all time.

your head turns to your children, wide smiles plastered all over their faces. “suprise!” they gleam.

“we wrote it and baked it!” your daughter exclaims.

“sort of baked it,” your son corrects her, earning him a scowl from her.

“it’s beautiful, thank you!” you say excitedly, heart melting by their surprise. you were a big desert fanatic, cakes an all-time classic.

“here, let me take a picture,” your husband says, whipping out his phone.

he takes one of you individually, then with the kids who yell out “happy mother’s day!”

and somehow he gets them to take one of you and him, posed in a way that garners “ew” from both of them. a small subtle kiss on the cheek.

as you all dig in, you three plaster haechan with compliments. for a beginner this was darn good cake. and so you all enjoyed each other’s presence for a while longer before it was time to clean up.

you were helping haechan clean up despite his efforts to stop you. then as you two cleaned up the dishes, you thank him again, leaning against him as you expressed both your love and gratitude.

“i’m the luckiest wife, mom, and women in the entire world. thank you love.”

“it’s my job to make you feel that way… because you deserve the universe,” he replies in his own raw and meaningful way, forgetting about the dishes for a moment for lock his lips with yours.

another successful and beautiful mother’s day for the books.

2025. 05. 12

final a.n: i know mother's day was yesterday but i underestimated my skills in finding the ideal surprises for each 127 member... sorry for the tardiness but feel free to comment down below your fav <3

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