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MAKING UP FOR LOST TIME - CHAPTER 2/2

CJH

“Quarter to ten and I’m still here���.” You sigh to yourself.

Sitting at your desk, pen in mouth, and leg bouncing with anticipation. Anxious to leave work. Why? It’s been a month and a half since you’ve seen your boyfriend, who’s been touring across the world. Choi Jongho. Main vocalist of Ateez. Yeah, that one. Big chest. Big thighs. Big voice. Big… Well. Focus. You’re late.

He’s been home since lunchtime, and you told him you’d be out at 7:30 PM. Maybe because you were daydreaming again — the way he’d hold you in those arms, those soft pink lips brushing yours, or those big brown puppy eyes he weaponizes against you. Exciting yourself again, you quiet your brain.

You finally finish the last emails you’ve been in and out of focus on for the last half hour, ignoring your phone so you don’t get distracted. You close your laptop, shut off the lights in your office, and pack your things. You notice your hands are a bit sweaty. Are you…. Nervous? I mean it’s been almost 2 months without seeing him… but you’ve dealt with this before….

You shake yourself from your thoughts, pick up your bag and phone and walk towards the exit of your workplace. Curious to see if he’s noticed your tardiness, you unlock your phone and check to see if there are any missed calls or texts. None.

“Interesting.” You mumble, a bit annoyed because you expected a “you okay?” at the least.

Enough, he’s probably exhausted or relaxing for once. You can’t blame him. Unlocking your car, you throw in your bag and decompress for a moment. You start to feel your heart flutter, and you can’t stop bouncing that damn leg. You’re nervous. You check your messages once more before blasting your favorite playlist. “He must be sleeping,” you sigh.

Pulling into your driveway, your heart is racing a mile a minute. You park next to his car, grab your things, and make your way to the front door. Barely able to grab your keys from sweaty and jittery hands, you unlock your door, and before you push it open, you stop. You take a deep breath. Why does this feel like a first date?

Opening the door and you notice the lights are off, and everything feels quiet.

“Hm, sleeping.”

You put your bag down and shut the door quietly behind you. Jacket off next, and you toss it on the couch. It’s too late to eat, so you ignore the kitchen and head for your bedroom, hoping to see a big brown bear snuggled up in bed. Hands still sweaty but less shaky, you open your bedroom door quietly so you don’t wake Jongho.

Or so you thought? But when the door opened, the room was lit beautifully by candles, almost like a sunset. You relax your shoulders and already feel at peace. A bouquet of your favorite flowers lay in the middle of your freshly made bed. You finally realize there’s a soft ballad playing from your speakers as well. Still, no Jongho in sight. That is, until you go to grab your sleep shirt from your closet and feel warm, calloused hands grab your hips from behind. Your heart dips, but you blame it on the jumpscare.

You smile and turn around quickly, more than happy to see the big brown bear standing behind you. He stands there in a simple white top and loose fitting pajama pants. Hair is brushed back, and his face is glowing as if he just finished his skincare. If you had it your way, this is the Jongho you would see every day. The effortless, barefaced, simple look really does something to you.

Laying both hands on his chest, you say

“Hello there,” barely able to hide a huge, teethy grin.

He keeps his hands on your waist, and he offers that sweet, smug smile of his.

“You’re late,” he whispers.

“I’m sorry I had so much work to do, the emails were nonstop, and-“

You’re interrupted as he grabs your cheek.

“It’s okay, I’m patient.” He says, sliding his hand down to your neck and looking at you for a moment before he opens his mouth again.

“Do you like this? The candles? The music? I thought we could relax a bit. Nothing too crazy. You can tell me about your days longing for me while I was out saving the world.” He says.

You giggle and notice your heart picking up its pace again.

“I would want nothing more.” You say, softly releasing yourself from his grip and starting to undress.

You turn around after you notice him staring.

“Hey!” He yells

“What are you shy now?” He goes to sit in bed behind him.

You pull your sleep shirt down and turn around laughing.

“You were gone for a long time! I can’t help it!”

You make your way towards the bed, and he’s still staring. Your cheeks are on fire, and there’s that dip in your chest again. You crawl and lie on his lap, staring up at him.

“Is that why you’re so red right now?”

Eyes wide, you feel embarrassed and hide your face behind your hands, feeling how hot your cheeks are to touch.

He pulls them away and pulls you in closer.

He leans in close enough for you to feel his breath against your lips.

“Your face is still red.” He giggles

“Because you’re staring!” You fire back, half buried in his chest from embarrassment.

“Can you blame me?” He grabs your chin and tilts you to face him again.

“I’ve been thinking about you for weeks.”

You’re not sure if it’s physically possible to burst into flames, but if it is, you’re close.

You feel yourself melt under his gaze, heart pounding.

Those big brown eyes staring into you, you finally ask

“What are you thinking about right now?”

He smirks and leans in — enough to make your breath catch

“Oh, you know…. I was gone for a while…” he gets closer, and his lips are hovering just above your own.

“It’d just be a shame if we don’t… You know… make up for lost time.”

You swallow, trying to steady your breathing.

“M- make up for lost time?” You repeat, barely even a whisper.

Jongho likes seeing you like this, falling putty into his hands. He giggles, and you feel his chest vibrate under your hands.

“Yeah,” he says softly.

“Starting right now.”

He doesn’t give you even a second to comprehend what he said before he leans in and touches his lips to yours. Softly, like he’s trying to remind himself how they feel. He pulls you in closer, and the kiss gets deeper, more insistent. He reaches behind your head and stabilizes your movement.

You’re melting, your heart is racing, and your cheeks now have their own Pantone color of a deep, blushed pink. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he slides his free hand down to your waist. You jolt from the grip, havingn’t been touched in almost 2 months.

When he finally pulls back, you’re both out of breath like you’ve just run a marathon. He pulls your head closer and rests his own against yours.

Caressing your cheek,

“you’re so warm.” He teases.

You laugh, shaky but happy.

“Stop calling me out!” You yell as you lightly slap his hard chest.

He laughs again and gives another smug smirk.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”

Then everything stops, his tone shifts from playful to serious more husky.

“I missed you, my girl.”

My girl. Your stomach flutters. Oh, how you missed being called that.

You bring both hands up to his face and stare for a second, smiling before you say

“I missed you, too.”

You missed his soft cheeks and the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles at you.

A song playing in the background ends, and the room is silent for a moment. The candles are flickering around both of you, and for a second, you realize he is really in front of you, he’s back, and it’s just you two. Feeling as if the world is miles and miles away, you feel like you’re floating. He falls into you a places another soft kiss onto your lips.

“I want to hear everything,” he mumbles into your neck.

“Every single thing that I missed. But later.”

“Later?” You ask a bit confused.

He pulls himself out of the crook of your neck and holds a mischievous grin.

“Yeah, later, first, I need to hold you. I’ve been starving for this. For you, my girl.”

You feel that flutter in your stomach again. He doesn’t even know what he does to you.

And with that, he pulls you in closer, fully against his chest. Smothered. Wrapping you up like he’s never letting you go. You giggle and relax your body a bit. His warmth, his scent, the sound of his steady heartbeat. This was all you dreamed of while he was gone. You don’t want him to let go, but you’re still intrigued by his “making up for lost time” line. You pull yourself back a bit and look at him.

“Is this really all we’re doing to make up for lost time? You suffocating me?” You laughed

Jongho lets out a breathy laugh, pulls himself up and looks at you. One hand still resting on your waist, the other brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“I was just getting my fix. I have a few other things in mind.” He says, lips ghosting your cheek.

“But we don’t have to rush,” he says, pulling back to meet your eyes.

“I know it’s been a while, love.”

Your heart jumps, and you feel that pit in your stomach again. You swear you could melt into him right here and now. Your shyness and nervousness are escaping as a warm need pools into you. You pull his face close to yours and part your lips perfectly, just enough for him to close the gap and deepen the kiss. He grabs your waist tighter, and your sleep shirt balls up in his hand. Your breath hitches at the feeling of him getting rougher. This is what you needed. He moves from your lips and starts trailing kisses from your jaw to your neck, and that sweet spot just below your ear — the one that ties your stomach in knots.

“Every night-“ he says heavily.

“Every night, I’ve been thinking about this. About touching you.” He mumbles between kisses.

“How you taste…. How you sound when I touch you….”

He says as his lips find their way back to yours while grabbing your thigh.

You whine softly, and every nerve in your body lights on fire under his touch. He tightens his grip and pulls you closer, getting rid of any open space between the two of you.

“God, I missed you…” He exhales into your mouth, voice low, raspy, and full of hunger.

You let out a shaky breath and grab the collar of his shirt to pull him closer, feeling his warm skin underneath.

He giggles.

“You’re that impatient, huh?” He whispers, smiling against your lips.

You feel him trail back down to your neck, not leaving a spot without a kiss.

You shift slightly in his lap to get more comfortable, but your eyes widen when you feel just how much he missed you pressing against your thigh. He lets out a deep groan, hands sliding underneath your sleep shirt, thumbs tracing circles against your waist.

“You really drive me crazy, baby.” He breathes.

“All those nights trying to fall asleep after a show…. All I could think of was having you like this. Warm. On me. Around me.”

You hear your heartbeat in your ears now, dizzy with desire. You gasp when he bites your neck just enough to make you arch into him.

You lean back and attempt to pull your sleep shirt off with shaky hands. Your mind is spinning, but you look up to see Jongho staring. Not smiling anymore, his gaze is heavy, hungry, and dark.

You shudder at the sight of him.

“Take it slow?” You tease breathlessly

He leans forward and kisses along your collarbone, then your shoulder, then lower, and lower. The pool forming between your thighs could drown someone.

“Don’t worry,” he says, kissing just above your breast. You twitch, trying to contain yourself.

“I plan to savor every second of this.” He breathes as he laps his tongue across your oh so sensitive nipple.

You gasp, grabbing a handful of his thick, silky hair. He looks up at you with playful eyes full of lust. Tongue still teasing your now swollen and erect bud, waiting for your reaction, like it fuels him.

“You’re cruel.” You whimper, half laughing, half trembling.

Jongho smiles against your skin, slow and smug.

“You have no idea.”

CHAPTER 2

Suddenly, you’re ripped from his lap and thrown into the middle of the bed with Jongho glaring down at you like he’s been starved. You gasp at the sudden change, but you can’t help but grin because you know what’s about to go down, or who for that matter.

Jongho starts placing wet, needy kisses down your stomach making you tremble underneath him. He’s not rushing, no, he never rushes things, he’s worshipping. He’s taking his time on you and you can feel just how long he’s waited for this.

Kissing just above them hem of your underwear, he stops and stares at you. As if he’s waiting for permission to keep going. You smile softly at his politeness and patience.

“Please take them off, please.” you groan running a hand through his hair. Not wanting to wait a minute longer.

He nods with deep, heavy eyes, and lays one last kiss near your hip before gently pulling down your now soaked underwear and tossing them to the side.

“You look so pretty like this, my girl.” His lips drag lustfully across your skin. Making his way lower down to your heat while one hand is gripping your hip and the other on your thigh.

He leads kisses from your inner thigh and makes his way to your painfully untouched core. A soft moan escapes your lips as you can’t help but buck your hips up towards him while his grasp on you tightens.

Just as he’s about to indulge himself into you, he pauses.

“Still so impatient, hm?” He mumbles, smirking against your skin.

His breath is warm and torturously close.

“P-please..” you let out in a broken whine.

Burying your face in the sheets, grinding your hips for any kind of contact. Desperate to be touched. For his touch.

“Relax pretty girl, let me take care of you.” He says softly as he lowers his head into your soaked core.

Your back arches and you can’t help but release a moan that was starving to be let out.

Pressing his mouth into the softest part of you and kisses you like he’s kissing your lips. Soft and gentle, but so hot and wet. He drags his tongue up in between your folds and pauses to give your swollen bud the much needed attention.

Your head flys back and your moan could be mistaken for a scream if you two didn’t live alone.

“J- Jongho pleas– Oh, Oh my god.” You whine.

He smirks and trails a hand down where his mouth is and slips a finger into you, easily.

“So wet for me, pretty girl.” He groans against your heat, working you open with his fingers.

You clench around him, thighs trembling against his shoulders. He keeps a torturously steady pace, both tongue and fingers, making you go insane.

“Faster, Jongho. Please, please, faster.” You whine.

Your body completely unable to remain still, chasing his fingers with your hips, trying to force a faster pace. He pulls his fingers out of you abruptly, sliding back up to your hip, and holding you there so gently it pisses you off.

“Not yet.” He whispers against you, his lips brushing your heat like a secret only meant for you to hear. The emptiness almost makes you sob.

Your face heats up and your breath quickens, you can’t get anything out but a frustrated whimper.

“Jongho, please. I –“

He looks up at you with innocent eyes, but you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Let me hear you beg.”

He lowers his face back into you and places a single kiss to your bud, slow and soft, before dragging his tongue over it painfully slow and then stopping completely, leaving you desperate for more.

Your hands grasping for anything, only to rip into the sheets you lie on.

“I can’t, I can’t.” You cry, trembling.

“Yes you can.” His voice calm and scarily stern.

One hand pressing your hips against the bed, the other hand tracing softly down your thigh.

Every single nerve in your body is on fire. You’re burning and buzzing. Dizzy and needy, but he refuses to give you what you want. His fingers tracing closer back to your heat, forcing you to release a choked whine from your throat.

His mouth back down over you again, making you think he’s finally given in. But he stops, and hovers over you, breathing onto you.

“Beg like you mean it baby.”

Your body is so tense, so pent up with frustration and need, painful even. And Jongho is treating it like a game.

“Please, I- Jongho, please I am – just let me–“

Your voice breaking, tears of frustration threatening to leave your eyes.

That’s when he finally moves. His mouth sealing over you like if he lets go, he’ll lose you. His tongue pressing circles against your clit while his two fingers sink back inside of you, at a faster, much more heavy pace. Curling them up, hitting that perfect spot that makes you dizzy.

A weak sob leave your raw throat as your hips buck up against his hold on you. He doesn’t stop you this time, in fact his grip on you tightens, keeping you exactly where he wants you while he devours you like he’s been starving too.

“Fuck, Jongho-“ you let out as you feel yourself letting pleasure take over you, hands finding a home in his thick locks of hair.

You arch your back off the bed, legs shaking around him. He doesn’t let up, if anything his pace quickens, fingers sliding in and out at an inhumane pace. Your screams are ignored as he rides you through your orgasm, tongue still lapping over you and fingers not letting up. Dragging your high out until you’re putty in his hands.

When he finally slows, you feel unreal. Trying to catch your breath, and unable to move under his touch, he places one last kiss against you, hinting that he has more in store. You shudder under him, still catching your breath.

When he looks up again, you get butterflies. But, the twinkle in his eyes is deceiving.

“See? You can beg when you need to.”

You groan and glare at him, smiling.

Jongho pushes himself up in bed, pulling you into him, watching your chest rise and fall in uneven waves. He wraps his arms around you and traces along your body. Slow and warm as if he’s trying to remind you that you’re real.

“Breathe for me.” He smirks as he pushes damp pieces of hair from your face.

You let out a shaky laugh, still slightly trembling.

“You’re evil.”

He lets out an actual laugh and smiles down into you, kissing you softly. Nothing like the rough pace he just had on you.

“Maybe.” He smirks against your mouth.

“But you asked for it.”

Knowing you can’t even deny his accusation, you smile and lower your face into his neck. His arms tighten around you and everything is silent apart from his steady heartbeat.

“Rest-“ he whispers into your hair, fingers running along your back.

“We have a lot more time to make up for…”

[teezingme]

MAKING UP FOR LOST TIME

PART 2/2

boyfriend!jongho x reader NSFW

Summary: Of course he teases until you beg for it. What else could you expect from Choi Jongho.

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 1.2k

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Suddenly, you’re ripped from his lap and thrown into the middle of the bed with Jongho glaring down at you like he’s been starved. You gasp at the sudden change, but you can’t help but grin because you know what’s about to go down, or who for that matter.

Jongho starts placing wet, needy kisses down your stomach making you tremble underneath him. He’s not rushing, no, he never rushes things, he’s worshipping. He’s taking his time on you and you can feel just how long he’s waited for this.

Kissing just above them hem of your underwear, he stops and stares at you. As if he’s waiting for permission to keep going. You smile softly at his politeness and patience.

“Please take them off, please.” you groan running a hand through his hair. Not wanting to wait a minute longer.

He nods with deep, heavy eyes, and lays one last kiss near your hip before gently pulling down your now soaked underwear and tossing them to the side.

“You look so pretty like this, my girl.” His lips drag lustfully across your skin. Making his way lower down to your heat while one hand is gripping your hip and the other on your thigh.

He leads kisses from your inner thigh and makes his way to your painfully untouched core. A soft moan escapes your lips as you can’t help but buck your hips up towards him while his grasp on you tightens.

Just as he’s about to indulge himself into you, he pauses.

“Still so impatient, hm?” He mumbles, smirking against your skin.

His breath is warm and torturously close.

“P-please..” you let out in a broken whine.

Burying your face in the sheets, grinding your hips for any kind of contact. Desperate to be touched. For his touch.

“Relax pretty girl, let me take care of you.” He says softly as he lowers his head into your soaked core.

Your back arches and you can’t help but release a moan that was starving to be let out.

Pressing his mouth into the softest part of you and kisses you like he’s kissing your lips. Soft and gentle, but so hot and wet. He drags his tongue up in between your folds and pauses to give your swollen bud the much needed attention.

Your head flys back and your moan could be mistaken for a scream if you two didn’t live alone.

“J- Jongho pleas– Oh, Oh my god.” You whine.

He smirks and trails a hand down where his mouth is and slips a finger into you, easily.

“So wet for me, pretty girl.” He groans against your heat, working you open with his fingers.

You clench around him, thighs trembling against his shoulders. He keeps a torturously steady pace, both tongue and fingers, making you go insane.

“Faster, Jongho. Please, please, faster.” You whine.

Your body completely unable to remain still, chasing his fingers with your hips, trying to force a faster pace. He pulls his fingers out of you abruptly, sliding back up to your hip, and holding you there so gently it pisses you off.

“Not yet.” He whispers against you, his lips brushing your heat like a secret only meant for you to hear. The emptiness almost makes you sob.

Your face heats up and your breath quickens, you can’t get anything out but a frustrated whimper.

“Jongho, please. I –“

He looks up at you with innocent eyes, but you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Let me hear you beg.”

He lowers his face back into you and places a single kiss to your bud, slow and soft, before dragging his tongue over it painfully slow and then stopping completely, leaving you desperate for more.

Your hands grasping for anything, only to rip into the sheets you lie on.

“I can’t, I can’t.” You cry, trembling.

“Yes you can.” His voice calm and scarily stern.

One hand pressing your hips against the bed, the other hand tracing softly down your thigh.

Every single nerve in your body is on fire. You’re burning and buzzing. Dizzy and needy, but he refuses to give you what you want. His fingers tracing closer back to your heat, forcing you to release a choked whine from your throat.

His mouth back down over you again, making you think he’s finally given in. But he stops, and hovers over you, breathing onto you.

“Beg like you mean it baby.”

Your body is so tense, so pent up with frustration and need, painful even. And Jongho is treating it like a game.

“Please, I- Jongho, please I am – just let me–“

Your voice breaking, tears of frustration threatening to leave your eyes.

That’s when he finally moves. His mouth sealing over you like if he lets go, he’ll lose you. His tongue pressing circles against your clit while his two fingers sink back inside of you, at a faster, much more heavy pace. Curling them up, hitting that perfect spot that makes you dizzy.

A weak sob leave your raw throat as your hips buck up against his hold on you. He doesn’t stop you this time, in fact his grip on you tightens, keeping you exactly where he wants you while he devours you like he’s been starving too.

“Fuck, Jongho-“ you let out as you feel yourself letting pleasure take over you, hands finding a home in his thick locks of hair.

“That’s my girl.”

You arch your back off the bed, legs shaking around him. He doesn’t let up, if anything his pace quickens, fingers sliding in and out at an inhumane pace. Your screams are ignored as he rides you through your orgasm, tongue still lapping over you and fingers not letting up. Dragging your high out until you’re putty in his hands.

When he finally slows, you feel unreal. Trying to catch your breath, and unable to move under his touch, he places one last kiss against you, hinting that he has more in store. You shudder under him, still catching your breath.

When he looks up again, you get butterflies. But, the twinkle in his eyes is deceiving.

“See? You can beg when you need to.”

You groan and glare at him, smiling.

Jongho pushes himself up in bed, pulling you into him, watching your chest rise and fall in uneven waves. He wraps his arms around you and traces along your body. Slow and warm as if he’s trying to remind you that you’re real.

“Breathe for me.” He smirks as he pushes damp pieces of hair from your face.

You let out a shaky laugh, still slightly trembling.

“You’re evil.”

He lets out an actual laugh and smiles down into you, kissing you softly. Nothing like the rough pace he just had on you.

“Maybe.” He smirks against your mouth.

“But you asked for it.”

Knowing you can’t even deny his accusation, you smile and lower your face into his neck. His arms tighten around you and everything is silent apart from his steady heartbeat.

“Rest-“ he mumbles into your hair, fingers running along your back.

“We have a lot more time to make up for…”

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Author’s note: Hehe short but I’m still getting comfortable with writing like this. Thank you for reading:)

[teezingme]

slide to me ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ jyh (m)

summary: you discover that after meeting him, yunho’s just a little too good at acting, that you’re starting to fall for him despite everything being fake. that doesn’t stop him from committing your body to memory, though.

a/n: saw someone on twt say ‘slide to me’ (esp the pre chorus) is about yunho eating someone out and ive never been the same since ❤️ im Insane in the Head ❤️

word count: 1.1k

warnings: MINORS DNI!!!! idol!yunho, dom!yunho, sub!reader, fake dating plot that isnt super elaborated on, veeery slight angst, semi-public restroom (oral) sex, cunnilingus / oral (f! receiving), fingering, clit stimulation, brief finger sucking, pet names (baby, pretty girl), if you listen to slide to me it might last for the duration of this fic, or not

The music of the afterparty travels all over your skin, the bass highlighting the fast pounding of your heart. Somewhere within the party, you can hear cheers and celebration, but you couldn’t care less for now.

Not when you’ve got Yunho on his knees in this luxurious bathroom, looking at you like you’re a goddess and not the simple girl he made a deal with. He’s still in the outfit from the latest concert, red and black covering his body in a delicious blend of silk and leather.

It was another night of wondering what you were after your unique, but weird meeting. Getting caught in an accidental, provocative photo with the idol at the club, and surviving the whirlwind of a fake relationship at the company’s request to keep things from getting messy. 

But along the lines, you got messy. Yunho was the perfect fake boyfriend, and you played your part equally well. It’s just that… meetings had become more frequent, the space on the dorm’s couch between you two minimises and he looks at you like you meant something.

Touched you, like you meant something. He made you fucking sing.

Muted guitar notes — familiar — sound through the restroom door and your (fake) boyfriend smiles at you from where he’s got you: the hem of your maxi dress pulled up to your thighs, one shoe still dangling off your toes, and your panties pulled to the side.

“Funny.” You roll your eyes with a smile and Yunho plants a kiss on your knee. “It’s a really good song, by the way. If I haven’t sung my praises yet.”

“Thank you, baby,” He laughs and your heart skips a beat, “d’you think you could finish before Slide to me does?”

With a tilt of your head and a bite to your lip, you challenge him with that glint in your eyes. Leg wrapped around his head, you pull him into you with a grin. “Well, let’s see. Do your worst, baby.”

And Yunho never shies away from a challenge. Both of his arms loop around your thighs immediately, anchoring himself to something before diving into your cunt.

“O-Oh my God—” The party put him on edge, forced to keep his arm above your hips when all he wants to do is whisk you away and claim you for real. It was torture, seeing you emerge from his bathroom in a little black number, your furrowed brows worried if it was too much—

“You look… stunning.” “You think so? I don’t want another weird article written about me.” Yunho wraps you into him from the side and presses a kiss to your temple, tethering the edge of something dangerous. “I won’t let that happen.” He knows this is anything but fake by this point.

—that he’s merciless with his mouth. With his tongue flicking and sucking at your clit, you barely find purchase on the harsh marble of the sink.

Something twitches in you when Yunho groans under your rough hand, tugging and pulling at his styled hair as he buries himself deeper within your pussy. With a sneaking hand, he slithers up your body to your neck, squeezing for a moment before they rest on your lips.

“You know what to do, pretty girl.” You shoot a dazed look towards him and instantly drop your jaw, wrapping your tongue around his fingers with a whine.

Your eyes flutter close, hand closing over his wrist to hold him in place and he watches you. Gaze searing and image ingrained into his brain as you lick the underside of his fingers before pulling away.

Yunho almost cums on the spot at that, slowing his ministrations with his tongue so he can devour your whimpers, admire the expanse of your neck and consume the little things: the way you shiver under him, the tremble of your thighs, the desperation of your hips.

“Yunhooo…” You drawl as he inserts a finger, squirming in his hold just as he starts to pump it. Saliva or not, your pussy’s dripping wet that your juices stain the counter, and Yunho eyes his soaked hand in a trance until you’re begging for a second.

He obliges always — it’s you — stretching you out with another finger until you’re full and you feel like you’ve reached the peak of ecstasy. Yunho’s fingers are long, always catching you by surprise and he prompts a sudden moan when he thumbs at your bud. 

“Lock your eyes here, baby. C’mon, let me hear you.” The command is muffled into your skin, but it reverberates through you and you listen with a tug to his hair. You obey and it makes Yunho twitch in his pants.

And he starts thrusting his fingers, accompanied by his relentless lips that close around your sensitive clit. The restroom echoes with your moans and his name, amplified by the lewd squelches of your sopping cunt. You feel the familiar twist in your stomach, hips meeting his thrusts needily.

“F-Fuck, Yunho, Yunho— yesyesyes,” You try your best to maintain eye contact, big brown eyes boring into yours while your hooded lids threaten to shut at the hypnotising pleasure running through your veins.

With a curl of his fingers, your body lurches forward as you choke out a moan. Yunho doesn’t miss the chance to hum drunkenly into your pussy, fingers never losing speed. “Aht— eyes, baby.”

The desire is overflowing from Yunho’s eyes, dead on making you fall apart and he knows you’re close before you can even sound out.

“I’m cumming— Right there, right there—!” You can’t help the high-pitched mewls, cumming right on his fingers with a loud, garbled Yunnie and shaky thighs. Without stopping, he slurps up all your cum but slows his fingers, teasing you as he pulls out.

Yunho holds your light-headed gaze, giddy with your juices all over the bottom of his face. He just barely sees you clench around nothing when his fingers are out, giggling to himself when he rubs his fingers over your sensitive cunt and you yelp.

“Yunnie?”

Your cheeks warm, face scrunching up before you decide to launch your heel still hanging off your feet into his side. Another heart-stopping laugh escapes him, and you hate how your heart still tightens up.

“Shut up.”

Yunho has stood up by then, large but gentle hands back to stroking your thighs while he leans his forehead against yours.

Whispered against your lips, “I think it’s cute. I’ll allow it as long as you continue to allow me to call you baby, baby.”

You nod with an answering kiss just as the song’s notes fade. God, you were a goner.

by. janus, from me to you ♡ / the way i cant help but insert plot everywhere i go... sorry guys

[teezingme]

NOBODY TALK TO ME!!!!!

[teezingme]

STOCKHOLM ₊˚⊹♡ J.YH & S.MG | 2 (m)

jeong yunho x afab! reader x song mingi

for mature audiences only, minors dni.

a/n: 2 Stockholm 2 Furious. this does NOT in any way, shape, or form depict who / how yunho or mingi are irl. please do not take this fic as fact on their personalities, please and thank you. also oh honey, i ain't your savior is taken quite literally in this one (oof). also its important to me that y'all know that i was listening to lord of the rings ambience music while writing this.

summary: now that you're completely under Yunho's spell, he decides to reward you with a surprise. and that just so happens to be his best friend who isn't particularly jumping at the chance to be involved in felonious activities, but we all know that Yunho is very persuasive.

word count: 15.2k

warnings: MINORS RUN FOR THE HILLS | meandom!yunho, mental abuse, threats, swearing, psychological torture, kidnapping, captive reader, conditioning, crying (mingi), mentions of past physical and psychological abuse, oral (m receiving), fingering, clit stimulation, spitting, use of names (daddy, doll, baby, good girl, princess (min)), unprotected p->v sex (don't do that pls), dp, overstimulation, aftercare, subspace, dubcon, size difference, blackmail, mingi is reluctant to participate, guilt. so many bad things–

[OPEN] taglist: @hopetiger10 @freyaphoria @moonchild-stuff7 @channie-hae @mythicalthing @rellz-bellz @nadinenaya @jkayy-prodian @lol-imtrash2000

18+ THIS IS THE FINAL WARNING. Depraved unholiness begins after the second divider.

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3 Weeks Later

This is what Yunho truly loved: dressing you up. 

Since he had “taken your virginity”, he had been around way more often; babying you, cooking dinner, watching you bathe (to “make sure you were safe”). Sure, you’d have to spend most of the day alone, but now he always comes back once the sun sets. His new favorite pastime was to go out in his rare free time and spoil you with gifts. He loved to sit you down in front of that floor length mirror and brush your hair and style it for you, completing the look he crafted specifically for you to wear and for him to enjoy. He had been pulling out all the stops lately, buying you clothes, perfume, plushies, skincare – almost everything you could think to ask for. However you were still too scared to ask him about the balcony. You already knew the answer would be a very curt, final “No”, so you never brought it up. Instead, he had gifted you a notebook and a beautiful set of black ink pens, watching you excitedly test them all out on the first page. 

Your rules were also less strict, which threw you off guard for the first week. You still had to greet him home on your knees, but you weren’t meant to always be looking at him, which made you feel more relaxed and comfortable – you were never good at eye contact to begin with.  

And the biggest rule change: you no longer had to be tied up 24/7. 

Only when you were home alone, or when it was time to sleep. Sometimes, when Yunho would go into another room for a moment without you, you would stretch your arms out as far and wide as you could, grateful for this little freedom.  

Yunho straightened a little bow he had placed in your hair, fluffing it up a bit with his fingers. He liked to put you in real girly, coquettish clothes and accessories, adding on a lot of pink blush to your cheeks and nose. The picture of innocence. Of perfection. Your fingers absentmindedly picked at a loose thread in your thin, white thigh high socks as you watched him assess his work. After a few more seconds of fixing tiny imperfections he spotted, he kisses your cheek. 

“Beautiful,” he purrs in your ear. “my beautiful girl.” 

You scrunch your nose and giggle, completely under his spell.  

“Thank you, Daddy,” 

He smiles and helps you stand up, grabbing the perfume he bought for you a couple days ago.  

It had been your favourite before you got here, and you remember him complimenting how good you smelled on the first date. He had blushed and wondered aloud to you if that had been a creepy thing for him to say. You’d laughed, finding it charming. He absolutely loved the perfume on you and would often bury his nose in your neck and tell you to wait in the bedroom for him whenever you put it on without him knowing.  

He spritzes it around you, getting your scent points.  

“Is tonight special, Daddy?” you ask innocently. He hums and nods, capping the perfume and placing it back onto the vanity.  

“Very special,” he replies, keeping purposefully vague. You could tell he was eager to let the excitement he felt show on his face, but he was an expert at keeping himself controlled at all times, never giving anything away. High-rollers in Vegas would fear him, you’re sure. 

He adjusts the collar of your dress, his fingertips ghosting along your collarbone. 

“Need you on your absolute best behaviour tonight, doll. Think you can do that for me?” 

You nod, enthusiastically, “Of course, Daddy.” Ready to prove yourself to him.  

He holds you tighter to his chest, burying his face in your neck. 

“Can you say it for me, baby?” 

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The world is pitch black underneath your blindfold. 

Yunho propped you up in the middle of the bed, on your knees of course, but this time, covering your eyes with a black ribbon, tying it securely around your head and underneath your hair. You could barely sit still, but you managed to keep it together while Yunho left the bedroom “to go get your surprise”. 

After only a few silent moments, you become restless. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, straining to hear Yunho in the apartment. You move a stray piece of hair out of your face with your bound hands to give yourself something to do. 

Once you hear Yunho’s hushed voice in the hallway, your heart races and you immediately lower your hands back down.

Wait. Was someone else here? 

The door quietly creaks open and you freeze. Silence washes over the room like a bucket of ice water, and you so desperately want to shift uncomfortably, fix how you look, do something, but Yunho was very clear: 

Don’t move. 

A throat clears. An unfamiliar voice cuts through the silence.  

“You got me a call girl for my birthday?” Someone, not Yunho, laughed nervously. 

You almost flinch, expecting Yunho to raise hell onto whoever he brought into the room for calling you that. 

But nothing.

It quickly became clear that this was not just a random friend. They must’ve been pretty close for Yunho to even consider bringing him here, essentially confessing to him what he had been doing for the past few months. If he hadn’t been so special to him, that comment towards you would’ve earned him the business end of one of Yunho’s prized steak knives for sure. He must be special. How much so, you’ve yet to discover, and you’re not sure whether to be intrigued or slightly terrified.

Instead, Yunho chuckles. “No, this one’s mine. But I thought you’d like a turn with her for your birthday… unless I’m wrong?” 

The other man stutters, obviously confused and trying to wrap his head around what exactly this was. 

“She's very well trained, I can assure you that,” you can hear the smirk in Yunho’s voice, “why don’t you come meet her, Min?” 

Ohhh. This must be Mingi, the caller from when you lost your virginity. The one who unintentionally saved you. Yunho had talked about him before, starting to tell you more about his friends as he pampered you. He had mentioned his birthday was coming up. You wondered what day it was. 

With your vision obscured, you can clearly hear him warily step closer to the bed, and Yunho, humming in approval, egging his friend on. 

“Isn't she beautiful?” Yunho asks dreamily. Mingi clears his throat again. 

“Y-yes, she is…but…” 

Your breath hitches at the word. ‘But’? Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, what did he not like already? How did you disappoint him already? You bite your lip and self-consciously pick at the outfit Yunho had dressed you in.  

Did he not like it? What would Yunho say? What would he do…

Yunho’s large hand covers one of yours to comfort you. Mingi battles with himself, eventually forcing himself to half whisper as if you couldn’t hear him.

 “Yun…. isn’t she that missing girl?” 

Ah. 

The deafening silence that followed nearly made you believe you had blacked out or something.  

So you were reported missing. Something familiar flickers in your chest that you can’t place.  Your parents' faces flash through your mind, though they’re a bit blurry now. Missing. But you were right here, still in the city you dreamt of travelling to one day. You wonder if anything has changed since the turn of the seasons outside. Outside…

You’re right where you’re supposed to be. Move on. 

And so you did. Tonight was special, you had to remain present for Yunho and his friend. Compliant. Perfect. And yet, you couldn’t so easily shake the new, slightly heavy feeling that now weighed on your chest. The more you focused on it, the more it made your stomach churn. So… it had to be a bad feeling, right? If thinking about your life before Yunho made you feel like this, then maybe you really are right where you’re supposed to be. 

Move on. 

Yunho didn’t respond to his friend, gently brushing his fingers through your hair instead, his gaze darkening ever so slightly. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel the simmering anger that he hid so well. His hand flexes in your hair but doesn’t hurt you, just tensing for a split second. The only other indication of his unhappiness of That Topic being brought up was a slight crinkle of his nose. 

Mingi shifted his weight uncomfortably in the silence. He must’ve known it was the wrong thing to say to his friend. And yet, so much was said in that silence. Quiet affirmation. The younger man, courageous as he was, then spoke again.  

“Is that why she’s tied up?” 

“Like I said,” Yunho’s voice calm and level as ever, “she’s mine,” 

Mingi coughs. “Right…” he says, still a bit nervous to continue asking the questions his morality is begging him to ask, “so… h-how long have you… ‘had’ her?” 

Yunho rubs his thumb against the back of your hand. “How long has she been missing?” 

Mingi makes a noise and takes a step back. Then two. How is one supposed to react when they find out their best friend has been holding someone against their will? There’s no manual, no common baseline to follow. Mingi’s voice gets stuck in his throat as his mind races, screaming at him to get the hell out of there. 

“I don’t– I mean– this is… you can’t just–” 

You bow your head, shielding yourself from his disapproval.  

Yunho sighs, getting back up off of the bed, and you mourn the loss of his comforting touch. 

“Princess,” he coos, and your heart skips a beat at the nickname, only to quickly realise it wasn’t aimed at you. “It’s okay… she wants to be here. Don't you, doll?” 

Picking up on your cue, you nod as convincingly as possible, looking blindly towards his voice.  

“Yes, Daddy,” 

Mingi almost chokes, needing to take a second to regain his composure. Your – he guesses he could call it ‘enthusiasm’ – shocked him. What had Yunho done to you?  

“Yun this is… this is kidnapping,” he hisses the last word, “it’s a felony, you’ll go to prison for– does Hongjoong know about this?” 

Yunho huffs, getting a bit agitated now. “You trust me, don’t you, Min?” 

“Wh– yes, but–” 

“Then trust me that I will tell Hongjoong when the time is right. In return, I am trusting you with my most prized possession for your birthday. Come on, princess, I gift-wrapped her specially for you to enjoy…” 

Another unfamiliar name. You wondered why this ‘Hongjoong’ would ever need to know about you. To be honest, you felt safer when only Yunho knew about you. And more wanted, you think to yourself, wanting to just curl up in a ball and hide from Mingi’s disapproval. 

“Don’t tell me you did this for me. No. No, Yunho, I can’t.” This time his voice is more steady, and you’re able to hear every ounce of criticism and condemnation he had. He’d said he can’t, what he really meant was: he won’t. 

However, you don’t get to dwell on that as, abruptly, the air feels like it's being sucked out of the room. And you know. It’s the same feeling that occurs whenever Yunho is mad, or getting very close to being mad. Usually though, those possibilities are just one and the same. You dig your nails into the palms of your hands, bracing yourself for whatever was about to happen. It’s not often, especially in this room, that Yunho is told ‘no’. 

You hear Yunho cracking his knuckles, and your heart starts to hammer in your chest. It’s a habit he has, he does it most when he’s pissed off. There’s a sigh, presumably from him, followed by a loud THUD as something heavy collides with the bedroom door. You remain as still as can be, but you’re about to break several teeth from how hard you’re clenching your jaw trying to remain calm. A couple seconds later, you can just barely hear Yunho saying something to Mingi, the two of them a bit farther away now. You could only assume he had shoved his friend up against the door. One of them raises their voice a little, the other shouting back in explosive Korean, but you’ve already turned your brain off. It was much easier to disassociate and just be glad it wasn’t happening to you this time. Yunho will get his way, and all will be well. 

Just wait. 

“You’re fucking crazy. Do you even understand how fucked this is? How the fuck did you think I was gonna react? You can’t just keep her here like this while her family’s out looking for her! You can’t offer her up to me like she’s property, Yun. I have to report this–!” 

Yunho snaps, “Do you really think I’m just gonna let you walk out? If you say anything, your career’s gonna go up too. Think your fans or the public are gonna forgive you for being my best friend? Hm? Your family?” He lets out an exasperated laugh, running a hand through his hair, “If you think I’d go down for this alone… you’re crazy.” 

He pauses briefly, shaking his head in something akin to disbelief. The next time Yunho speaks, it’s quieter, letting his words hang in the air between them, “You’re just as fucked as I am if you say anything.” 

Mingi lets out an involuntary huff of air like he’d just gotten punched in the chest. He couldn’t believe what was happening, how his best friend could’ve kept something like this from him for so long, and how he had done it in the first place. And now? His best friend just openly blackmailed him. Threatened him.

The silence lasts this time, and all is still. Your body nervously shakes, adrenaline pulsing through you as you remain motionless, glued to the bed unless Yunho took you off of it himself. 

Your thoughts couldn’t help but drift to what Mingi had said. Your family. But… Yunho had said they had never been looking for you? Why would he– 

He wouldn’t lie. You can’t trust what anyone else says. 

A small sound snaps you out of it, drawing your attention back over in the direction you think they’re in. Stifled sobs from the bedroom door. A moment later, what sounded like rustling of fabric, and then the sound is muffled. A voice gently shushes the other, and with time, all is quiet again. They exchange some barely audible words with each other, privately, just for them two to hear, and eventually, you can hear them slowly walk back over, closer to the bed. You wait with bated breath.

Mingi speaks again, his voice recovering and watery, “Just…please untie her first.” 

Your heart nearly broke for him. 

There’s a beat before Yunho gently grabs your wrists and obeys Mingi’s request – something you never would’ve expected him to do, especially after the things they said to each other just minutes ago.  

You hear the fabric that once bound you fall to the floor with a soft thud and then a very small sigh of relief. You can’t help the sharp intake of breath when you feel the bed suddenly dip in front of you. A pair of hands you can’t quite determine to be Yunho’s or not begins to almost hesitantly coast up your body, playing with some of the bows and lace from your outfit. 

You keep your breath as steady as possible and you don’t move an inch. One of the hands pushes your hair back over your shoulder, tracing your collarbone just like Yunho had done earlier.  

Maybe it was Yunho? Maybe he’s just trying to throw you off guard? But you couldn’t be convinced he was in the mood to do that sort of thing right now. 

The same hand migrates to your jawline, ghosting his fingertips over every inch of skin there. You notice he’s wearing more rings than usual. His thumb presses down on your bottom lip and he leans in close to you, his breath tickling your ear. 

A husky, deep voice quietly pleads to you, “Need to hear you tell me you want this. Please?”

So, not Yunho. 

It was clear Mingi needed peace of mind before doing anything with or to you. Reassurance before he bit into the forbidden fruit, the felony charge.  

You. 

You simply nod once, unsure if you had permission from Yunho to speak yet or not. 

“Please?” He breathes, shakily. 

You try to blindly look for Yunho, needing to know if you had permission. Luckily, he picks up on your inner turmoil.  

“You have my permission to speak, doll.” His voice comes from your right. 

“Thank you, Daddy.” 

Mingi stiffens, obviously still taken aback by this unabridged, imbalanced power dynamic on display. 

You reach very slightly forward to find Mingi’s thigh with your hand, “I-I…” you clear your throat, distracted for a moment by how strong and thick his thigh felt. You can feel yourself becoming wet already. “I wanna be a good birthday present for Daddy’s friend.” 

He sighs before he speaks again, his voice barely audible. “I do anything you don’t like, or something doesn't feel good, tell me, and I'll stop immediately… okay?” 

Now you pause. Could you do that? You weren't so sure – at least not with Yunho watching or within earshot. Once again Yunho threw you into the deep end with no instructions on how to navigate the water. You just had to find out for yourself. 

Mingi waits a few seconds more until he realises he’s not going to get a response from you, probably noticing your inner dilemma. He nervously looks down at your small hand on his thigh and shudders. His larger hand finds yours, keeping it there. 

Mingi lets his other travel down to your exposed thighs, dipping a finger underneath the white lace of your thigh-high socks and tracing along before cautiously reaching under your too-short ruffled skirt. Your breath catches and you instinctively part your legs for him once he hesitantly cups your core. 

He inches closer, presumably for a better angle. A breath suddenly leaves him once he feels how wet you are for him, and you feel Yunho also get on the bed, to your left. 

“Go on, Min,” he says in a calmer, gentler voice than before, “it’s okay. Unwrap your present.” 

Soon enough, all the lace and ribbons and silk are gone, leaving you bare save for the pearl necklace Yunho had bought you three days ago, and a ruffled white lace leg garter on your left thigh. You blink a couple times to help your vision adjust once your blindfold is taken off and shyly dare a glance upwards at Mingi. 

He swallows hard, unable to keep his slightly reddened eyes off of you. “You’re… she’s so beautiful, Yun.” 

The aforementioned man grins, “I'm glad you think so. I think she likes you too.” 

You blush and look down, fingers absentmindedly playing with your garter. He was avoiding complimenting you directly. 

Smart boy.

A moment later, you’re moved onto Mingi’s lap by Yunho. You avoided eye contact with him, not necessarily to save Yunho from jealousy, or to spare Mingi’s guilty conscience, but because you were embarrassed and shy. This wasn’t exactly how people were normally introduced to each other. And Mingi… 

Maybe he was just surviving too.  

After more words of encouragement from his friend, Mingi began to slowly drag you back and forth on his thigh, testing the waters. Your hands tightened their grip on his shoulders, biting your lip to keep your whines and moans quiet.  

“Feel good?” Mingi asks, flexing his thigh and making you whimper.  

“Yes, sir... Daddy’s friend is making me feel so good.” you copy his indirect compliment style.  

He makes a quiet noise in response, and you can’t be sure if it’s positive or negative. He swears under his breath, looking down at the wet patch slowly darkening his sweatpants. The fabric, plus his thigh muscles against your bare core are intoxicating, quickly fogging up your brain and sending electric shocks up your spine. When he bounces his leg, you make a small noise but manage to keep it quiet. A dull fire already begins to spread deep in your lower stomach. You were getting close already. Mingi answers your quiet moans and whimpers with a small groan, pushing your hips down harder on his thigh. The pressure of it all builds rapidly –  until Yunho takes it away.  

He effortlessly lifts you back off of Mingi’s lap, setting you down on the floor on your knees. You swallow your nerves and your eyes flick up to meet Mingi’s, checking if he’s okay. There’s a slight mix of surprise and maybe panic in his eyes as he looks back to Yunho.  

“Yun–”, he swallows hard, “she doesn’t have to, I can–” 

Yunho quiets his friend with just a simple shake of his head. ‘No’. 

“Relax.” he says, gently but firmly pushing Mingi’s chest so that he rests back on his elbows on the bed, “Just enjoy it, Min…” 

Once satisfied, he turns his attention back to you, moving to sit right next to Mingi on the edge of the bed. 

“Be a good doll for him, baby. Give him your mouth.” 

“Yes, Daddy,” you say sweetly, ready to make him proud. 

Mingi shivers. He bites his lip, lifting his hips up a little to help you guide his pants and boxers off. Once uncovered, his hardening cock smacks against his lower stomach.

Oh god – he’s big too…

When he notices you staring, he looks away, the guilt so evident even if he was trying to hide it now. Your heart can’t help but ache for him; so conflicted about this whole situation, unable to stop thinking about the potential consequences he’d face if anyone found out. You could read his moral dilemma across his face like it was written on with a marker. 

Yunho seemed so confident, so sure. Maybe Mingi would play along for now, get Yunho to trust him, and then tell someone, career be damned. But could he do that to Hongjoong? Break apart the group they all loved so much? Irreversibly ruin their reputations? He was selfish. So fucking selfish. Mingi shakes his head to get the thoughts out once more tears begin to well up in his eyes. Deal with it later, he tells himself.  

Once his clothes were discarded, you try to help Mingi relax as Yunho instructed by placing soft, gentle kisses up along his thighs, his hipbone, and his lower stomach until he’s not as tense anymore. You leave a lingering kiss to his hipbone once more before moving to where you're obviously needed.

Holding his length with one hand, you kitten-lick him just under the tip, and he tenses up again, hips dipping into the mattress and hands clutching the duvet cover. To calm him again, you gingerly kiss the head of his cock. You gather all your spit and let it pool onto the tip, then you run the warm liquid down his length with your mouth.  

Mingi doesn’t move. In fact, he barely breathes. But he watches you so closely you can feel his gaze burning into you, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. 

Finally, you wrap your lips around his cock, slowly taking more and more of him in your mouth. His head falls back, slightly panting already.  

Yunho pets your hair in silent praise. “There you go, doll,” he murmurs, “let him use your throat.” 

You hum, making Mingi groan and buck his hips up ever so slightly, pressing himself deeper into the back of your mouth. He sits up a little more, overthinking whether or not he should touch you, or if he’s allowed to at all. He knew he could just… ask, but the thought of talking to Yunho was almost too much now that he knew his best friend was capable of, and had involved him directly. 

A bit unexpectedly, he decides to hold your free hand that you let rest on the bed by his leg, permission be damned. He squeezes it gently and you reward his act of courage by taking him into your throat. Mingi swears under his breath. 

“Fuck… y— she’s so good at this.” 

That praise earns you a kiss to your temple from Yunho, practically glowing from pride as he leans back again and watches. You slightly choke around his cock, and he throws his head back, groaning. Mingi’s breathing steadily gets heavier, groans becoming deeper. Your throat stings as the head of his cock abuses it over and over again, but you squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore it as best you could. You keep going under Yunho’s watchful gaze –  always under a microscope to do well, be perfect for him, but this was another level. He needed you to be absolutely perfect for him and his friend.  

So you push your anxiety away to the best of your ability and continue.  

One of Mingi’s hands holds the back of your head, pulling you closer and deeper, and you choke, gagging slightly around his cock and your eyes instinctively well up with tears. 

“Shit, I’m sorry” he apologises, immediately letting go of your hair and letting you pull back a bit. “I’m sorry, I’m just…I'm close already,” Mingi whispers, eyes fluttering shut. 

That’s all Yunho needed to hear.

He holds you by the back of your neck and shoves you down, holding you there. You try to relax your body and your throat, but you were so unprepared for him to do that, distracted by Mingi’s apologetic words. A desperate, guttural half sob-half cough escapes you, your spit and tears wetting his lower stomach. 

“Look at him while you choke on his cock, doll.” Yunho murmurs. 

Your free hand clutches the bed as you try to look up past your lashes to see Mingi. He looked like he was close, but moreso worried about you. More noises were forced out of you, unable to hold them back as your body panicked at the intrusion down your windpipe and the lack of air in your lungs. You dig your nails into Mingi’s thigh. 

“Good doll,” Yunho murmurs, “make him cum.” 

Mingi’s groans begin to sound like borderline growls, the veins in his neck and arms prominent as he tries to keep control of himself.  Though deprived of air, you know the sooner he comes, the sooner you can breathe again. So you tighten your lips around his cock and suck hard, pressing your tongue up against it. And for a finishing touch, you swallow around him. 

With a loud groan, he finally releases down your throat. Yunho lets you pull back a little so as to not actually choke on his friend’s cum, catching the rest of it in your mouth, intermittently and lightly sucking on the head to coax more out and to help him ride it out more comfortably. 

Your jaw burns and aches.  

After a few moments, Mingi shudders and presses his hips down into the mattress, signalling to Yunho that he’s overstimulated. Yunho lets go of your hair and you fall back onto your heels, gasping, coughing, and dizzy, but he quickly grabs your chin, tapping your cheek with a finger.  

“Let me see.” And you don’t have to question what he means. You proudly open your mouth and show him that you swallowed every single drop. He hums in approval, both hands now holding your face, gently massaging your jaw and cheeks as Mingi’s breaths slowly even out. A small sigh of relief from you makes him grin, and he lets you rest your chin on his knee like a puppy tired from its day at the park.  

For a few, long and blissful moments, you let yourself relax into his touch, your jaw going slack, your eyes fluttering closed. 

Your reprieve is short lived. You could’ve done with a couple more minutes, but you force yourself to refocus once you register Yunho talking to you. He cups your cheek, and you know to look up at him.  

“Doll, get on the bed and keep your legs open for me. I'm gonna play with you.” 

You swallow around the lump in your throat, but obey all the same. “Yes, Daddy,” your voice already hoarse and feeble. You shakily rise up, avoiding eye contact with Mingi as you crawl towards the center of the bed, moving between the two men. 

Yunho gives your ass a light smack as you crawl and you jolt, but make no noise. Once positioned the way he wants you, Yunho starts planting soft kisses up your thighs, his hands keeping them spread for him. You dare to shyly glance over at Mingi for a second, only to find him already looking at you, expression unreadable.  

Yunho bites down on your inner thigh and you whimper quietly – his teeth are always a sharp reminder to pay attention solely to him. Trying to appease him, you spread your legs open farther, giving him even more room. It works. 

See what being good can do for you? 

He kisses over the bite mark he had left, licking the skin to soothe it, before moving up to lick a long swipe up through your folds. A small, acceptable noise escapes you, and Yunho repeats the action, wanting to hear it again. This time he lingers on your clit, latching onto it and sucking for a quick couple of seconds. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you.  

“Daddy's gonna prep you, doll. Get you nice and ready for Mingi… okay?” 

“Thank you, Daddy.” 

He smirks at the broken up, cracking voice coming out of your abused throat. One of his hands returns to your face, tilting it to your right. “Keep your eyes on him.” 

It wasn’t a suggestion. 

Mingi shifts his body so he’s facing you now instead of looking over his shoulder. Yunho slowly drags one finger down your folds, going back up to press on your clit. His other hand still lightly presses against your thigh, all too knowing about your habit of closing your legs. He would’ve had your legs spread open and tied up if he had invited someone else, but he hadn’t wanted to scare Mingi that badly.  

And yet, he already has. No rope necessary.  

You blush under the eye contact, watching Mingi’s eyes ashamedly move over your body, his cock slowly growing hard again. A weird sense of pride bloomed in your chest, making you have to hold back a grin. It was always a nice feeling to be desired. Your confidence grew little by little, now that you could see the impact you had on him, despite everything. Maybe he did want you. Maybe you were good after all. 

But you had other things to focus on, like when Yunho spits on your pussy, dragging the warm, clear liquid down your folds again until he pushes a long finger in. It was quickly followed by a second, each curling up into you, hitting that spongey spot without any problems or hesitation. You moan with a closed mouth, back arching slightly at the pleasure.  

You loved his hands so much. 

Mingi swallows thickly, watching closely. His gaze switches from Yunho’s hands, to your face, unsure of which one he wanted to focus on. Embarrassingly quick, Yunho’s fingers expose how wet you are, producing a soft squelching sound every time he pushes in. Remembering to keep looking at Mingi, you fully rest your head on its side on one of the pillows, meeting his eyes. This earns you a warm smile from Yunho and he kisses your inner thigh before moving to lightly lick your clit again. His fingers never relent their pace, his mouth catching droplets of your arousal as he coaxes it out. He watches you struggle to keep your eyes from rolling back and he adds another finger, making your head spin. You can’t help but whine pathetically already. 

“Good girl, almost there. Tell Mingi how badly you want Daddy to make you cum.” 

You whine again, trying to blink away the blurriness and the shyness. “M-Mingi I wa— ah–! mmm— wanna cum on Daddy’s fingers so so bad.” 

Yunho groans, smirking against your pussy. Mingi bites his lip again, his hand slowly stroking his now fully hardened cock.  

“What do you think, Min?” Yunho asks his friend, who looks at him, almost alarmed. “Should we let her cum before you give her your cock?” 

A violent shudder barrages through Mingi. “Yes…” he whispers. 

“Yes, what?” Yunho presses. Mingi seems to be stuck – embarrassed, conflicted and turned on all at once. In the meantime, you cry out, legs shaking, and silently beg him to answer. 

Say something.  

Luckily, he grants your wish.  

“Yes sir, I… I want you to make her cum before I give her my cock.” 

Yunho’s smirk is devilish.  “Say please, princess.” 

Mingi endures another shiver through his body.  

“Please?” 

Yunho hums, amused. “Of course.” 

And with that, Yunho’s mouth latches onto your clit and he laps at it and sucks on it hard. Your back arches off of the bed, and Mingi turns blurry in your hazy vision.  “Daddy–!” you moan loudly.  

Yunho doesn’t respond, only pressing his fingers deeper and curling them quicker. Mingi groans quietly, but is drowned out by your noises and the loud squelching. The familiar dull burn in your stomach overheats, unravelling you from the inside out, and your legs shake as it washes over you in strong waves. As your loud whines and cries of pleasure begin to quieten, you don’t forget your rules. 

“Tha—ank you D-Daddy.” 

In lieu of a verbal reply, Yunho simply kisses your clit. He then slowly removes his fingers from your core, and your body relaxes again, still shaking from the aftershocks. You close your eyes only for five seconds, but when you open them again, Yunho has his fingers stuffed in Mingi’s mouth. 

Mingi chokes a little but doesn’t try to move away from his friend. Yunho’s eyes are fixed on Mingi’s mouth, unblinking. “Tastes good, right?” he says quietly, knowing the answer but needing to hear the validation to come from Mingi’s own mouth. 

Mingi nods, closing his lips around Yunho’s fingers and moaning deeply. The acceptance he shows Yunho in that moment is nearly enough to send him into a euphoric state. Barely giving his friend time to enjoy the taste of you fully, he pulls his hand away and shoves Mingi towards you. 

“Min, lay down,” Yunho says darkly, “Doll. Ride him.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” You quickly move into position. 

Once you switch positions, him taking your spot and you straddling his hips, Yunho’s hands from behind you help center you over Mingi’s dick. Mingi rests his hands on your thighs for now, slightly gripping them in anticipation. You take a deep breath while you still can and experiment with barely touching the velvet head of his cock to your entrance. Mingi’s hands grip your thighs a little tighter, his face slightly scrunched as he watches. Yunho’s a bit more impatient, pushing you down so the head is now sheathed inside of you. A small surprised gasp escapes you and your pussy flutters around his length so far, quickly getting accustomed to it.  

Inch by inch, Yunho helps you down until you're fully seated on Mingi’s lap, almost crying from how thick he is, stretching you out perfectly. Your legs shake from the pressure of him inside of you.  

Mingi’s eyes nearly roll back in his head, his grip on you now bruising. “Fuck—! Ah fuck… she took all of it…” 

You sit still for a few moments, both for his sake and for yours. You watch his eyes struggle to open or focus, just concentrating on his breathing for now. As he takes his time to adjust, Yunho guides your face to the side.  

To kiss you. 

Your heart goes off like fireworks.  

“You look so pretty like this, doll. Fuck… making me so proud.” he praises against your lips. You hum happily. 

“Anything for you, Daddy.” 

He smiles at this, “That's my good girl,” And he kisses you again, his hands on your hips starting to ever so slightly move you up and down Mingi’s cock.  

“Give yourself to him,” he whispers. You whimper quietly into Yunho’s mouth, still getting used to feeling every inch of Mingi inside you. Or rather, the feeling of anyone other than Yunho, whom you had grown so accustomed to. 

A deep groan leaves Mingi’s throat and his eyes flutter open. The sight in front of him overwhelms his senses, and he has to quickly look away again. Yunho’s fingers absentmindedly play with the little white lace garter belt around your thigh as he kisses you deeply, his other hand still helping you move on Mingi’s cock. You whimper after being lifted up more than halfway and dropped back down and Yunho kisses your cheek and temple.  

“Is he making you feel good, baby?” 

You're lifted and dropped once again before you can answer,  “Yes, Daddy, thank you~” 

“Mmm,” he hums, “say ‘thank you’ to Mingi too.” 

At the sound of his name, Mingi raises his hips up slightly as you drop down again, and you press your lips together in a tight line to stop from making too much noise. Yunho smirks, loving that his friend was getting a bit more bold and confident. 

“Thank you, Mingi…”  

He groans in response, shuddering. “Feels so good… so tight and wet… fuckin’ perfect.” 

Perfect. 

The word lodges itself in the front of your mind like a bullet. He said you were being perfect for him. You almost stop moving on him for a second, something like happiness spreading through your chest. Until you meet Yunho’s eyes again. You can tell what he’s thinking just by looking at him now – or more accurately, some of the time. But you can read him now: you’ve not been perfect until I say so. Keep going.

Now it’s your turn to blush. So stupid. Of course Yunho had final say. You shouldn’t have automatically assumed Mingi saying it would be the end all be all ruling. 

Stupid stupid stupid. Focus. 

Yunho kisses your cheek before he lets you turn back to face Mingi, and the sight of him makes you clench, making the poor boy almost bang his head against the headboard as it rolls back. How did he already look so fucked out? The visual of his toned chest and abs that glistened with a thin layer of sweat, his face flushed, and his hands flexing on your thighs all combined turned you on even more.  

It’s clear that he’s close to losing his self control, raising his hips up to meet yours once, twice, three times. 

“Fuck, Yun.” He grunts. “She’s taking me so well.” 

Yunho responds with a lazy hum, solely focused on you.  

“Come on, baby,” he whispers to you, “be a good present and ride him.” 

You shiver at his words, “Yes, Daddy.” 

You place your hands on Mingi’s chest to stabilize yourself and make brief eye contact with him, silently assessing if the other is okay to continue.  

And then you start. 

Yunho’s hands fall away and he leans up against the headboard next to Mingi, eyes never leaving your body. Your thighs already begin to ache since he’s so big you have to really straighten up to pull halfway off, but you ignore the uncomfortable feeling. Mingi’s eyes cloud over, yet you can still see the storm underneath. His hands move around to the backs of your thighs and he helps you lift up each time, easing some of the strain you had already begun to feel.  

After a while, your body now used to the feeling of him, you speed up. Mingi bites his lip again to keep his self control intact for as long as possible. Part of you was grateful he was holding back, and another part of you wanted to see what he would do. But you can barely concentrate on anything else but the feeling of his cock fucking up into you. And, embarrassingly quickly, that dull burn in your lower stomach starts to overheat again.  

You cry out pathetically loud when Mingi pulls you all the way down and keeps you there, his cock buried to the hilt inside you, just forcing you to feel him fully. Your legs shake as you clench around his length. Yunho plays with Mingi’s hair, enjoying every second.  

“Such a good boy,” he whispers into his friend’s ear, making him shiver, “knew you would fuck her well.” 

Mingi makes a small noise, dragging you back and forth with his full length still inside you. 

“She– she’s close, Yun,” he manages out, never breaking eye contact with you. “I can feel it.”

Before you hear his response, you ready yourself for Yunho to say that you're not allowed to cum yet, steeling yourself for the inevitable. 

“Already?” he smirks, and you blush profusely. He then sits up and leans forward, towards you. Of course, Mingi chooses this moment to lift you up and force you all the way down again, this time not stopping, repeating it over and over. You yelp and your hands move to his, and one to his hip in a pathetic attempt to slow him down.  

Yunho hums. 

“Okay, doll… you can cum.” 

At first you think you didn’t hear him right, but Mingi gets a new wind it seems, holding your hips still and fervently fucking up into you, chasing that morbid curiosity of how you’d feel coming around him.  

Your voice cracks as you cry and whine, the pleasure only building and building.  

He’s so big… 

How lucky are you? 

You fall forward just a little, stabilising yourself by holding onto Mingi’s shoulders and he slams you down again. Then he surprises you.

He stops.

“Ride me. Make yourself cum.” he speaks hurriedly as his hands fall away, grinding up into you only slightly. 

Quickly, afraid to lose the high that’s building, you straighten up again and bounce on his cock as best you can. 

Yunho is quick to devour your moans and whimpers, leaning forward again to kiss you deeply. Mingi, not to be left out, sits up on his elbows, and latches his soft, plush lips onto one of your nipples. Your body shakes and you feel yourself getting even wetter, the sounds of his cock hitting your g-spot louder with every thrust.  

“Gonna cum, doll? Hm?” Yunho murmurs against your lips. You nod quickly.  

“Y-yes, Daddy,” you reply, exhaling the words. He hums to himself again before pulling back just a little to watch.  

Then, he presses his godlike fingers against your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. You let out a particularly loud moan, thanking him through your cries of pleasure. Soon, the stimulus of everything came to a head. You dig your nails into Mingi’s shoulders and slam yourself down fully onto his cock. You want it just as bad now. He groans as your walls flutter and spasm around him, trying with all his strength to keep himself calm and steady. You swallow and fight to keep your eyes open, looking to Yunho as soon as the peak of your orgasm subsides.  

“Th-tha—thank y-you, Daddy.” Conditioned, and in a timely manner. 

He just hums in response, moving a lock of your hair back behind your ear. 

No sooner had your orgasm faded, you were lifted off and placed on your back on the bed again, taking Yunho’s spot. “Keep taking him, doll.” He says, his gentle nature gone in an instant. It’s only then that you register that Mingi hadn’t cum yet.  

And what can a doll do other than obey and please?

“Fuck…” Mingi groans as he repositions himself above you, moving your legs up onto his shoulders.  

Once he reenters your pussy, your head falls back against the pillows and he presses your legs down towards your chest. Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open as he suddenly feels even deeper than he did before. The head of his cock presses against your cervix just like Yunho’s does in this position. The fire in your lower stomach begins to spark. 

He starts slow at first, again looking at you carefully to gauge your reaction. With doe eyes, you look up at him with the full intention of driving him crazy.  

It works.

“Hold your legs for me, please.” he says, and you immediately obey. He was so polite.  

Stabilizing himself with his hands on either side of you, he begins to languidly roll his hips into yours.

He’s so deep.  

So so deep…

He moans, slipping his thumb into your mouth to quiet you down. 

“I know I am… fuck you feel so good.” 

Oh. 

You must’ve said it out loud. 

Your face burns red once again and you look for Yunho’s reaction to you speaking without being spoken to, but he doesn’t seem to mind, letting it go.  

At least for now. 

You suck on Mingi’s thumb, moreso to try to calm down and focus on that as he picks up speed. Every time he thrusts into you, a small noise leaves your throat and you can’t stop it. Gradually, his hips slam into yours harder and harder. You look up at him again and he swears under his breath, shaking his head as if to get the image of you out of it.  

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that…” he whispers shakily. You whine and he has to look away, biting his lip and closing his eyes. Yunho is silent as he watches, not even touching himself or anything. Just enjoying the view, relaxed and leaning on the bed with one hand.  

All is bearable for a fleeting moment until Mingi leans back slightly, and when he starts to move, you can’t stop moaning. Like this, his cock constantly presses against your g-spot, reigniting the fire in your lower stomach almost instantly. And to make matters worse, he presses his thumb against your clit. You dig your nails into the backs of your thighs, no doubt leaving crescent shaped bruises there, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Your legs already start to shake again, and he’s barely started in this position.  

Yunho’s expression is unreadable, which makes you nervous.  

It’s just. Blank. 

Like he’s deep in thought.  

Mingi suddenly tears your attention from the older man by borderline growling as he rolls his hips sinfully well into yours. Your pussy throbs and still tries to accommodate his size. He’s so thick, you can feel every vein and inch, and he knows exactly how to use it. Your legs shake more prominently after he sensually rolls up into you one more time, and then switches the angle again without warning, leaning over you and then slamming down into you. You cry out, letting go of your legs in surprise. Mingi takes that opportunity to hold your wrists down above your head, continuing his brutal thrusts.  

Yunho’s hand had absentmindedly moved to his lap, palming the bulge that had begun to form there underneath his pants. His eyes flick up to look at you, only to find that you're already looking at him. His shoulders relax a little and he grins lazily, moving closer to hold your leg slightly more open by the back of your knee so he could have an unobstructed view.  

“Daddy..” you whimper quietly, pouting like you're about to cry from the pleasure (which is accurate). Yunho hums, acknowledging you but keeps his eyes locked on where Mingi and you connect.  

You don’t try to call for him again. He heard you. He knows.

Mingi swears again, unsuccessfully trying to keep his groans quiet. And while Yunho doesn’t talk to you right now, he leans in to whisper something in Mingi’s ear. Something that makes Mingi choke. His rhythm falters for a second before he gradually slows down. He doesn’t stop, but the change in pace is drastic and obvious. You swallow dryly. One of Mingi’s hands drags down your body, his eyes following its path.  

He slows down a little bit more, now barely moving, and he lets a wad of spit fall from his mouth, directly onto your clit, which he rubs with his thumb. 

Your back arches but he keeps you down with his other hand, still pinning you by the wrists. He spits again, and it doesn’t take long to find out why.  

Mingi presses two long fingers against your already stuffed hole, pushing next to his cock to stretch you out even more. You claw at his wrist, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. The pleasurable pressure is enough to make your eyes roll back, especially when he thrusts experimentally once his two fingers were fully sheathed inside of you. 

“God…” Mingi exhales, needing to tilt his head back a little to breathe properly. You whimper, looking at Yunho, tears building up in your eyes.  

Still, he says nothing to you, just kisses the side of your knee to let you know he hears you. 

Somewhat quickly, the stretch becomes manageable, just heightening the already good sensations you were feeling before. However, that’s before he starts curling his fingers up. And before his thrusts begin to build back up in pace. You almost sit upright, crying loudly. He lets go of your wrists, his now free hand rubbing your clit and you throw your head back against the pillows. Yunho grabs your hair and forces you to look down. To watch. 

“It's not too much, right, doll? You can handle this. You can take whatever he gives you. Right?” 

You blink away tears, your whole body convulsing. Meanwhile, your heart soars because he’s talking to you again.

“Ye–AH—! Yes, D-Daddy!” 

“Watch. He's prepping you so well, isn’t he?” he muses, his tone

That key word goes completely over your head. 

‘Prepping’. 

You just nod, dumbly. Compliant. 

“Mhm, he’s s-so.. good, Daddy, thank you.” 

Yunho grabs your hand and kisses it, his touch lingering. “Good girl,” he growls. If you weren't already feeling blissful, you definitely were now. His praise made you feel like you were glowing, and you whine particularly cutely in the way he likes you to. He chuckles darkly, catching onto your intentions, his gaze moving back over to Mingi, who was deep in concentration.  

“Min?” he calls to him, innocently.  

Mingi clears his throat as a reply, too wound up to answer. Yunho’s nose scrunches the tiniest bit in contempt but ultimately lets it go. Best friend privileges.  

“Stop.” 

Your world pretty much crashes. Every sensation suddenly disappearing makes your head spin. You throb and whine, but Yunho interrupts you. 

“Be quiet, doll.” His tone is firm and dead serious. Immediately you obey. Of course you do. You just got called a good girl by him, let’s not mess this up for yourself.  

Satisfied at how quickly you followed his orders, he turns his attention back to Mingi.  

“Switch.” he says, bluntly.  

You're moved around so that you're straddling him once again, slowly sinking back down onto his cock. A little sigh of relief leaves you that luckily, no one hears as the bed shifts and creaks.  Yunho moves behind you.  

When you try to ride Mingi again, Yunho stops you, holding your hips still.  

He presses down on your upper back so your chest is flat against Mingi’s, your face buried in his shoulder and neck. Mingi’s breath is erratic and his hands flex against your hips where he holds you.  

“Are you okay?” he whispers, nervousness and guilt clearly eating him alive. You simply nod, secretly kissing his shoulder as your response. He’s quiet for a moment.  

“I'm sorry...” 

Before you can wonder what he means by that, you hear an awfully familiar sound. You clench around Mingi in fear and he tenses, his nails digging into your skin.  

All too late, you suddenly realise what’s about to happen. From behind you, Yunho smirks as he takes his belt off, making sure every small clink of metal is heard. He unceremoniously throws it to the floor and you jolt once it hits the ground with a loud CLANG! Mingi subtly holds you tighter to him when he notices your frightened body language. 

Well, at least he wasn’t going to hit you with it. 

You clutch onto Mingi’s shoulders and try to steady your breathing. Then you feel it. 

Yunho’s spit-covered tip pressing against your entrance, where Mingi is already stuffed inside. Because of the prep earlier, he manages to slip in relatively quickly, after some resistance from your already-filled hole. It’s then that it dawns on you: that’s what he told Mingi to do earlier.  

Stretch you more to prepare you to take both of them at once.  

If your nails are hurting Mingi, he doesn’t say anything. You both just stay as still as possible as Yunho gradually forces you to take him as well. Your breath catches and you choke on air at the foreign feeling. Never in your life had you done this or thought it was possible, especially with someone their size. 

Mingi tries to soothe you by massaging your thigh, whispering to you, “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” 

And for the first time in a long time, you purposefully dare to break one of Yunho’s rules. You whisper back to him so quietly, even you can barely hear yourself, “H-hurts..”

Instantly, his hands move to soothingly rub your back, trying to make you concentrate on that instead. But Yunho sighs from behind you, slowly feeding more of his length into you. 

The stretch is borderline unbearable. So painful at the moment you have to silently scream into Mingi’s shoulder. His hands move to your upper back, holding you close to him.  

“Hold onto me… I'm right here.” 

Somewhere deep in the back of your mind, something ignites again. Like an old candle that’s been set alight after years of waiting. A warm kind of feeling… something like true safety. You turn your head to look at his face, but at that moment, Yunho manages to fit his entire length inside in one smooth thrust. 

“aH—! Daddy! Ohh...” you whimper, your body simultaneously tensing and deflating, unsure of what to do with itself. Your pussy spasms uncontrollably, trying to push one or both of these intruders out. This, however, only makes Yunho press in deeper, his hips flush against yours. Mingi’s eyebrows furrow, his eyes squeezed shut.  

“Good fucking doll,” Yunho growls from deep within his chest, “taking both of us so well.” 

Both you and Mingi shudder. 

“You’re so fucking tight like this…” he muses, attempting to move but finding resistance – your walls still trying to get used to both of them. 

“I’ll have to stuff you this full more often.” Yunho laughs to himself, squeezing your ass with one large hand. You whimper into Mingi’s shoulder, holding back tears. 

Eventually, as your body begins to relax, they both slowly start to experiment with you and each other, figuring out when and how fast or slow to move. Finding their harmonious rhythm together. You're clenching your jaw so hard your teeth start to ache. You also make a mental note to remind yourself to apologise to Mingi for crying all over his shoulder. 

Soon enough, they find their rhythm: when one pushes in, the other pulls slightly out. It’s maddening. Your breaths all mingle and get heavier, they’re the only other sound apart from the quiet wet squelches coming from your core and your whimpers. 

“God…” Mingi grits his teeth, controlling himself to slow and small thrusts up into your pussy to make this at least somewhat easier for you.  

Yunho on the other hand—

While he doesn’t go nearly as fast as he usually does, it’s the slow speed and deep rolling of his hips into yours, making sure that you're taking in his full length with every thrust. You prop yourself up with your hands planted on the mattress, on either side of Mingi, just to give yourself some air. Your noises are constant and uncontrollable, but you try to keep them quiet at least. 

Yunho leans down to kiss in between your shoulder blades and you instinctively arch your back for him. He groans appreciatively, watching both his and his best friend’s cocks fucking into you with almost sadistic delight. 

“Fuck, good girl…” he sighs. 

Your stomach flips at the praise.  

Just endure. Just get through it. 

He says something to Mingi in Korean, but you don’t bother to try and translate anything. Instead, you close your eyes and try to focus on the potential reward he might give you for taking this well, and for being on your very best behaviour tonight, like he’d asked. 

Maybe he’d let you go out on the balcony for a couple minutes. Surely this would earn you that privilege. 

The thought motivates you enough. But it soon proves hard to think when Mingi suddenly wraps his arms around your upper back to hold you down, making you arch for them even more. Once again, you're pressed to Mingi’s chest, fighting for air as your hair and his skin both suffocate you. But he notices. You realize how attentive he is in that moment, as he loosens his hold on you for a brief moment to move your hair out of your face so you could breathe easier.  

You couldn’t figure him out. Then again, you couldn’t figure out his best friend for a while either. 

But you're grateful he did that because he starts to actually move instead of cautious pulses up into your core, and you need all the breath you can get as you pant and whine.  

Tears immediately start to well up and stream down your cheeks at the overwhelming pressure.  Yunho’s almost fucking you like normal, as if there isn’t a whole other person inside of you as well. There is not one second where you're not full of cock. 

Your head spins and your mind blanks out. It's like you're on fire, anywhere they touch you just heightens the pleasure. You don’t register that you're borderline screaming until Yunho covers your mouth with his hand and drags you up so that he’s right next to your ear, breaking you out of Mingi’s arms.  

“Shhh, I know, doll,” he coos, “feels so good, doesn’t it? You like being fucked by us? Like getting your cute pussy stuffed by two big cocks?” 

Your whimpering and crying is muffled by his hand as you try to answer him, so you just nod obediently.  

He chuckles darkly, driving into you particularly hard. “Fuckin’ made to take us, weren’t you?” 

You nod again, your tears wetting his hand. Mingi whimpers, and when you look down you see angry red scratch marks from his shoulders to just above his chest. 

Guilt rises in your throat when you realise as you were picked up by Yunho, you had dragged your nails down Mingi’s skin. Another thing to apologise for. 

But then, you almost don’t want to as Mingi shoves himself deeper into you, hitting your already battered cervix too. Your body shakes uncontrollably as a huge wave of pleasure builds within you. You tap Yunho’s thigh to warn him that you're close. 

“Min, she wants to cum,” he says in such a mocking demeaning tone that it makes more tears fall from your eyes, “should we let her?” 

You desperately look at Mingi, pleading with him silently. He groans, throwing his head back when you accidentally clench around the both of them again.  

“Yeah, fuck– let her cum. She's been good.” 

“She has, hasn’t she?” Yunho kisses your cheek almost lovingly, “Alright, doll. Cum for us. Cum all over our cocks.” 

Both of their thrusts increase in power and speed and you shriek from behind Yunho's hand, loud enough for it to be clearly heard. You grip his wrist for dear life and your other hand finds and holds onto one of Mingi’s. The raging fire that has been burning and building within your lower stomach finally breaks, engulfing your whole body in torturous, intensely pleasurable waves.  

You scream even louder, your body convulsing and shaking more than an orgasm has ever made you do so before. You're able to register Mingi pulling out of you surprisingly fast, quickly followed by Yunho, but you barely realise how much more wet you feel, as well as Mingi’s lap underneath you but you can’t really focus on that at the moment. 

Yunho takes his hand away from your mouth and you gasp for air, screaming and crying all at once, desperate for this intense orgasm to be over quicker. Mingi taps the head of his cock against your clit and you are so dangerously close to swearing as it reignites another powerful wave of pleasure. He groans loudly, and lifts you up enough to easily slip his cock back into you, this time gliding his full length into you again. You cry at the overstimulation, but he doesn’t move. He simply just lets your pussy clench and spasm around him as it needs to. 

Just trying to help.  

Yunho eventually lets you go limp in his arms, and carefully guides you to lie back down on Mingi so you can let this orgasm pass. Mingi wraps his arms around you again to ground you to him, rubbing your back again, murmuring soft praises.  

You're not sure how much time goes by, but to you, a minute seemed like hours. In reality, it was probably only a couple seconds of relative peace before Yunho spoke again.  

“Oh, doll… you shouldn’t have done that.” 

Your body instantly goes into fight or flight mode and you sit up a little, wincing at the slight pain of overstimulation, feeling Mingi’s cock throb inside of you as you turn your head to look at Yunho.   

“Daddy?” your voice breaks, eyes wide in fear. Mingi notices, looking between you and Yunho, but Yunho just laughs quietly, squeezing your ass again.  

“Didn’t know you could squirt, doll.” 

Your face flushes a violent red and you look down, only to find both you and Mingi’s lower stomachs glistening wet, and his cock and your pussy completely drenched and still dripping.  

To be honest, you didn’t know you could either. 

Yunho grabs you by the hair, pulling your head back, “You haven’t squirted with me before,” he notes, “should I be jealous?” 

You quickly shake your head ‘no’, launching into damage control. “N-no, Daddy– it’s just–” 

“You just like Mingi’s cock that much? Hm?” He interrupts you easily, his tone flat like he knows you’re lying. Before you can filter the thought or think in general you blurt out, “Both, Daddy, I like both of your cocks.” 

In the brief but tense silence that follows, only your quiet sobs fill the air. You’re horrified. You told him the truth. 

Mingi holds his breath beneath you, his eyes flicking between you and his best friend.  

Yunho laughs. 

“Aww, you hear that, Min? She likes you.” 

Mingi blushes but remains silent, tracing soft and slow circles on your hips. 

“Well,” Yunho says, “go on, Min. Don’t stop until she squirts again.” He releases your hair and you rush to catch yourself before face-planting onto Mingi. He moves next to him, resting his back against the headboard with a foot planted on the mattress, and one hand lazily stroking his cock.  

“Keep your eyes on me, doll.” 

You don’t even have time to appreciate the sight of how gorgeous Yunho looks because Mingi shoves you down so you take his full length again and suddenly there aren’t any thoughts about anything anymore. Only the feeling of a brand new, thick cock filling you up, taking his time with you.  

He rocks you back and forth, his head thrown back against the pillows and his throat releasing strangled groans.  

“So good…” he mutters under his breath.  

You moan at the praise, the pleasure he’s giving you shooting up your spine.  

And then, “Fuck her harder.” Ah. Yunho.

Mingi falters a little, once again caught between a rock and a hard place (no pun intended). He looks up at you, trying to read your expression. Trying to see if you could handle it. But you both knew you didn’t have a choice here. 

“Yun, maybe we should–” he says, trying to buy more time for you. But Yunho isn’t having it. He grabs Mingi’s hair, pulling it, effectively shutting him up.  

“Make her take your cock.” he says through gritted teeth, “All of it. Every fucking inch. Fuck. Her. Harder.” 

You shudder, digging your nails into your palms, awaiting the torturous pleasure that Yunho had instructed Mingi to give you. And obediently, he does. Mingi grunts and tightens his grip on your waist, lifting you up and slamming you back down like you're just a toy. 

A doll. 

You scream, your whole body set alight, and to make matters worse, he reaches forward and rubs your clit with his thumb. Now that’s just cheating. You want to scream; the warm, wet fire burning in your lower stomach begging to be extinguished. Your legs shake because of the force of his movements, and when he gently smacks your clit, you know you're done for. And soon. 

He swears again as he feels you clench around him, tighter than before. “Yun, she’s close,” he warns through gritted teeth.  

Yunho smirks, knowingly. “Already, doll? Need to cum again?” 

“Yes! Daddy, please…” 

He leans forward slightly to smack your ass and you yelp, causing a couple tears to escape your eyes. “Still such good manners for me. Good girl... you’re making Daddy so proud.” 

You manage a small proud smile and he gives you his fingers to suck on, which makes your heart soar. He knows you so well. Plus, it means you’re behaving. He wouldn’t give it to you unless you were being good. 

“Cum on his cock, doll. Make a mess.” 

The obscenely wet sounds coming from your pussy make you blush, but to be honest you can’t even think about that right now, as Mingi drills up into you. “Come on…” he urges quietly, “need to feel you fall apart around me… I’ve got you.” Mingi pants, his voice strained with pleasure.  

Your mind whites out and you drool all over Yunho’s fingers as you squirt again. Yunho knows your body so well… knows exactly what you need to cum again. Your heart skips for him, watching him watch you ride out your orgasm. The one he orchestrated for you to have. His name drips from your tongue like honey. 

Instead of pulling out, Mingi just stays still for a couple seconds, pressed fully inside… and then pulls out all at once. Your release splashes all over his cock and you can’t hold yourself upright anymore. Yunho and Mingi both catch you from falling. 

Both guide you towards themselves.  

You've become so dizzy and tired, you just flop down between the two men, curling your body into a protective ball. Your ears ring as your orgasm subsides but you hear Mingi whimpering still. With waning energy, you turn to look at him. 

He squeezes his cock at the base, his rings glinting in the dim lighting of the bedroom. His eyes are shut tight and his mouth is open slightly, but he bites his lip as he tosses his head back. “Fuckkkk…” he groans, chest heaving as he fights against his own body.  

Yunho kisses your cheek. 

“Look what you’ve done to him,” he accuses playfully, “he’s trying so hard to be a good little princess and not cum yet.” 

You look back towards Mingi, who is already looking at you, eyes dark and breath heavy. Yunho sighs as he runs a hand up your thigh. 

“Let's give the princess a break, doll. I wanna play with you too.” 

He shifts over your body, and you sniffle as you look down. As it now always does when faced with Yunho’s cock, your pussy throbbed at the sight of it. Just like Mingi’s had, his cock slips inside of you easily because of how wet you are. He groans quietly, taking his time to feel you wrapped around him.  

“Still so tight...” he admires, gently gliding in and out of your pussy. 

Your nails dig into his biceps, but he (thankfully) doesn’t mind. His hair hangs slightly over his eyes, but you can tell he’s looking at you, so you pout up at him, flashing your doe eyes for him that he likes. He rewards you with a deep kiss that you smile into, and a slow, rolling thrust deep into you. You moan into his mouth and your legs wrap around his waist. His movements are fluid and lazy, unlike the usual rough and hard ones you're used to from him. Making sure every single inch of him is felt. Your breath quickens after a few more slow rolls like this, the same overwhelming feeling building up once again. And he’s so attuned to you that he knows.  

“Cum for me, doll. Wanna see you soak my cock too.” 

Your back arches at his words and before you know it, the coil in your stomach snaps. And you do what you do best: obey him.  

He groans happily, making your pussy fight off his cock for a couple seconds before pulling out and watching you squirt again. 

But for him this time.  

You choke on your spit and moan gutturally, body covered in sweat and your own juices. Yunho drags the length of his cock up and down your folds, tapping the head of it against your clit to evoke more out of you. Your body twitches and your eyes roll back, your whole body vibrating and twitching.  

His eyes flick over to Mingi and his jaw ticks ever so slightly as he stares down his best friend.  Still maintaining eye contact, Yunho shifts back a little bit and raises your hips up to meet his mouth. And once his mouth is on your clit, you almost lose it. He looks back at you for a second, but keeps his eyes on Mingi for the rest of the time, who swallows nervously.  

Yunho sucks on and laps at your clit until you're crying (which doesn’t take long), and then adds two fingers into the mix, curling them deep inside you, pressing on that spongey spot that he knows the location of all too well. 

Without a word, he makes you cum hard for him again, squirting into his mouth, soaking the lower half of his face and his fingers. You gasp for air as your head swims and your vision blurs, and he graciously holds your hand to help ground you again as you come down from the high.  

Finally, he looks back at you and softly licks your folds and your clit, cleaning you up and kissing your inner thigh before moving back up to kiss you. He tastes like you and you melt.  

After a few moments, he breaks away, kissing your forehead. 

“My good girl,” he breathes, and you melt even more for him. “Think you can help Mingi cum too? He’s been so good and patient… helped you cum so many times already.” 

You whimper, not wanting to be selfish, but also really not wanting to cum again. Yunho seems to understand your dilemma. He kisses you again, reassuring you. 

“Just help him, doll,” he whispers, “let him use you one more time.” 

You shiver, nodding in surrender. Obey, obey. 

Yunho moves off of you, gesturing for Mingi to take his place. You follow Yunho with your eyes, not wanting to look away from him for a second. Mingi taps the head of his cock on your clit once again and you jolt. All too easily, he slips inside again.  

Something deeply hot in your stomach ignites as his length presses against your cervix again. This time you know what it is, and you’re desperate to keep it at bay.  

Yunho holds your hand, squeezing it and kissing your knuckles as Mingi starts fucking into you again. Once again, Yunho doesn’t look away from Mingi. But you can’t tell what he’s thinking at all. You whimper from the painful pleasure and try to focus on anything else. Mingi grunts, his grip on your waist almost bruising.  

“I’m– I'm close, don’t worry…” he says softly. You nod, relief flooding through you. “Yun, where– fuck– where can I…” he stutters, fucking you a little harder. Yunho considers it for longer than Mingi would like, considering he was about to cum any second. 

“Anywhere but inside her.” 

It's final. It’s fair. 

Mingi nods, biting his lip again. His thrusts turn sharp and erratic, signalling that he was right there. You clench around him as tight as you can and run your hand through his hair, pulling slightly at the roots. 

And that’s all it takes. 

He swears loudly and pulls out just in time; rather boldly, he chooses to cum on your pussy and just above your clit. Yunho’s jaw ticks again but doesn’t say or do anything. It was obvious Mingi was really testing his limits and privileges when it came to you with Yunho, much to your dismay. 

You don’t know what he’s capable of. 

But once it’s clear Yunho doesn’t intend on raising hell upon either of you, you allow your body to relax. You welcome the emptiness gladly, thankful for a slight break. Mingi collapses next to you to catch his breath. You look over to Yunho, mentally preparing yourself to take him again, and you summon the energy to reach for him. 

Instead, he catches your wrist and stops you. The rejection hits you like a brick. He must have seen the fear in your expression because he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles to reassure you.  

“I’ll fill you up later, doll.” he says, simply.  

You try to make more of an effort, in case this was a test, struggling against his grip only for him to dig his nails into your wrist as a warning. 

“No.” 

The way he said it cuts through you like a machete. It’s so final you want to curl up into yourself and cry. Telling you off like a misbehaving puppy.  

“Did I do something wrong, Daddy?” you ask, meekly, afraid of the answer. He pauses as he looks at you. And just as you're about to start panicking, he smiles like nothing was wrong in the first place. 

“Not at all, baby. We should just focus on our birthday boy for now.” 

Mingi perks up when he’s indirectly mentioned.  

“Why don’t you start cleaning him up, baby, and I'll go grab a towel. Okay?” Yunho strokes your cheek.  

“Okay, Daddy.” you hum, looking up at him, dreamily.  He loved to see the blissful foggy haze that settled over your eyes after he fucked you. 

Yunho holds eye contact for a second or two longer before tearing himself away, getting up to fetch a towel from the bathroom.  

Once he stands up, you’re already following his orders. You manage to get yourself up and shift down the bed, placing your mouth back on Mingi’s cock. He winces from overstimulation, but lets you continue. One of his hands cups your cheek, his fingers in your hair and you temporarily allow yourself to melt into his touch. It was both weird and nice to feel someone else’s touch after so long. You almost hated yourself for thinking that, but it was true. Change can sometimes be good, as long as you know who you belong to.  

You wrap your mouth around the head of his cock and suck very lightly, just trying to clean him, and he struggles to keep a groan inside. Mingi drapes an arm over his eyes, tightening his fist whenever a shock of pleasure travelled up his spine. 

Moments later, Yunho comes back, fluffy towel in hand. He gently guides you off of his friend and puts the warm towel in your hand to clean off his lower stomach and thighs. Mingi’s eyes flutter shut, almost growing heavy. Once you deem him clean, you look up at Yunho, obediently awaiting further instructions. He takes the towel from you and cups your jaw, tilting your head up a little more. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, lips just centimetres from yours.  

And he kisses you again. You sigh happily, as he reaches between your legs to dab the towel over your pussy, where Mingi had came. You wince a little when the towel brushes against your swollen clit, a dull pain throbbing there. But Yunho keeps your legs open, making sure he gets every drop off of you. 

Unbeknownst to you, Yunho was staring Mingi down the whole time.  

Once he’s satisfied, he lays you back down and your eyes immediately close. 

Through your sleepiness, you hear the two men converse together in quiet Korean for a few moments before you turn your brain off. You didn’t need to know.  

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You dream of water, much like you did during your first time with Yunho, not enjoying the dryness and roughness in your throat from making so much noise.  

You don’t realise you're sleeping, still kind of half-conscious but when you wake up again, you're being held by Mingi and Yunho is gone from the room. You also notice that he had put his pants back on while you were asleep. 

You lift your head up slightly to look for Yunho. 

“Daddy?” your voice cracks. Mingi gently guides you to rest your head on his chest again. 

“He’s getting us something to eat, don’t worry," he murmurs, rubbing your back to soothe your anxiety. You let out a quiet “oh” and try to relax again, but you're noticeably more tense.  

Did Yunho allow Mingi to hold you like this before he left? Or did Mingi do this after he left? 

Perhaps the most important question was why the hell did Yunho leave you two alone? That had to be the biggest display of trust you’ve ever seen from him. But again, you understood it. Mingi couldn’t tell anyone without perjuring himself as well. Even more so now that he had slept with you. He was stuck, just like you. 

You bit your lip, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep, but unsure what kind of Yunho you would wake up to if he saw you two like this. You wanted to trust him as much as Yunho did, but he was a stranger to you.  

Luckily, as if he’d been reading your mind, Mingi puts it at ease. “Yun suggested it,” he says quietly, “said that I should hold you while he’s gone.” 

Today was more and more confusing by the minute.  

Yunho always had a reason for everything he did, so there must be an underlying motive behind his behavior and actions today. But you also knew as a doll, it wasn’t your job to worry about it or figure it out. So you sigh into Mingi’s chest, his heartbeat in your ear.  

He swallows nervously, “I’m–" he stops himself for a moment before continuing, “I’m so sorry.” 

You almost stop breathing, looking back up at him.  

‘Sorry’? 

He doesn't elaborate further. He'd be lying if he didn't see the multiple bruises that had yet to fade on your skin, miscellaneous injuries that had healed or scarred over from whatever Yunho had put you through. Whatever he did to make you like this. Unfortunately, he had a good idea of what he might've done when he saw a short, healed cut along your throat while you'd been sleeping in his arms.

“Does he treat you okay?” He asks without thinking. He knows what you'll say.

The doll in you wants to instantly say yes… yet that tiny, feeble voice in the back of your mind that he had unknowingly coaxed out of hiding earlier wanted to say otherwise. That you were terrified. 

But everything and anything could be a Yunho test, even if he wasn’t physically in the room. So you stay safe. 

“Yes sir, when I’m good.” 

Mingi nods to himself, weighing your words. Rather bravely on your part, you speak to him first.  

“Did I ruin your birthday?” 

He’s quick to respond this time, “Oh no, not at all. It's all just… surprising. I've never seen him act like this.” 

Surprising was an understatement, he just wasn't sure how to word it without potentially offending you while in this state of mind. There’s a few more minutes of silence before he speaks again, “He asked me… if I’d like to…” he struggles with how to put it, “be involved in this.” 

Confusion swept through you. Wasn’t he already kinda involved? Or did he mean even more? All you can say is “oh.” 

He traces his fingers up and down your arm absentmindedly. 

“So I'll be, um, able to check in on you. Make sure you’re safe.” 

“I am safe,” you defend, though that annoying little voice knows it’s not true. And Mingi doesn’t deny your words. 

But he doesn’t confirm them either.  

Instead, he gladly lets the minutes tick by, letting his silence speak for him… until you ask him the question you've been wondering about all night.  

“Have you two… done this before? With other women?” 

Mingi inhales deeply, clearing his throat. 

“Yes,” he admits, “but not with someone like you. Just one-offs; bar hookups, occasional sex workers. Stuff like that.” 

‘Someone like you’. There it was again, the reminder of the forbidden. The liability. 

You nod slowly against his chest, closing your eyes again. It explained their dynamic. It wasn’t as surprising that Yunho would ask Mingi to be an active participant in the long term. Or why he thought this would be a good birthday present for him. You scrunch your nose, jealously thinking of all the other girls. Mingi kisses the top of your head, still rubbing your arm to comfort you. 

You look at the red marks you had made on his skin, still irritated and vibrant in color. 

“I’m sorry about this.” You murmur, tracing one of the lines with a finger, your touch featherlight against his skin. You don’t say for what, though. Perhaps you meant just the scratches…perhaps you meant for something bigger than that. Mingi doesn’t respond. He just continues to hold you close, like he can protect you now, and zones out, staring blankly at nothing. 

After a while, breaking himself out of his stupor, with his free hand, he reaches for his phone in his pants pocket, pulling it out to check the time as well as Yunho’s location.  

“He’s almost home,” he notes, and he sighs before sitting up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. You manage to sit up slowly, looking around for your clothes on the floor only to find nothing there. 

Huh… 

Mingi looks over his shoulder, watching you look at the floor. He knows what you're looking for. He doesn’t say anything. You don’t ask.  

Something told you that now that Mingi was added into this, you wouldn’t be needing clothes for a while. And Yunho had said he’d take care of you ‘later’. You swallow thickly and shakily stand up, letting the matter go entirely.  

Mingi holds your hand and brings you out to the kitchen, sitting you down at the dining table just as you hear the key code being punched into the electronic lock. Yunho enters holding two takeout bags, and chuckles when he sees you two.  

“Hm. Cute,” he says simply, bringing the food over to the table and setting it down in the middle.  You eat silently as the two of them eat and talk, mostly in Korean, looking up when they laugh or say something in English.  

You also down your glass of water in one go. 

As the conversation winds down and they clear their plates, on shaky legs, you get up to clear the table without needing to be asked, but Yunho stops you as you take his, grabbing your wrist firmly.  

“Show me,” his eyes cast down towards your plate. He hadn't asked to see in a while. But you obey, tilting your plate towards him, proving that you ate everything. He nods once and gently guides your face down to his. 

“Good,” he says before he kisses you softly. When he lets you straighten up, you try to make your way to the sink again, but he stops you once more.  

“Don't be rude, doll. Give Mingi a kiss too.” 

Mingi’s ears turn red and he starts to explain that you don’t have to but Yunho levels him with just his eyes. He stops talking quickly. Smart. He’s learning quick. 

You step closer to him and he pulls you in the rest of the way, slowly guiding you down with one hand on the back of your neck, the other holding your cheek. His lips are just as soft as Yunho's, just a bit more plush. You hate yourself for thinking that you wouldn’t mind kissing him again, but then again, you had to get used to him being around more often. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a sin to like kissing him as well. 

He pulls away first, your lips barely touching for a split second, and then he lets you go like nothing happened.  

Your head spins as you walk to the sink.  

You wash the dishes in dizzy, hazy thought as the two of them continue to talk behind you. Something is wrong. In your gut you know something has been wrong for a while tonight. Ever since you saw Yunho’s strange expression, the way he was acting, you just knew. You wracked your brain for any point in which you disobeyed him or disappointed him in any way, but came up short. You were perfect… right? Like he needed you to be?  

As you're drying the last dish, your head nearly feels empty from thinking so hard. You set the plates safely back into the cupboard and past the loud clinking of the porcelain, you don’t hear one of them walking up behind you. 

You do feel who it is though.  

His hands glide up your sides, softly massaging your chest. You look down and see dainty, sinfully long fingers and a lack of rings.  

Yunho. 

He pins you against the counter with his body, and you just wait silently for him to decide what he wants to do. Instead, he licks a stripe up the side of your throat, making you shiver and inhale a shaky breath. 

“Don’t think I didn't notice that you didn’t greet me home properly,” he says coldly, his voice icy, “to think I was gonna reward you too…” 

You shudder, feeling helpless and pathetic against him. He was going to reward you…

“P-please Daddy, I–” 

But he claps a hand over your mouth to shut you up. 

“Honestly, baby, I thought we were past this. Guess we’ll have to show Mingi what happens when you don’t follow instructions around here,” he sighs like it’s inconvenient to him.  

You think about the balcony and your heart breaks. Fresh air was a luxury you didn’t deserve here… and a distant memory now. You bow your head in submission.  

Yunho exhales, his breath hot on your neck, and tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I'm gonna get his cake from the fridge. Once he blows the candles out, your correction will start. Understand?” 

You nod, tears falling onto his hand that still covers your mouth.  

“Take it perfectly,” he emphasises that word in particular with an accompanying smirk, “and I'll consider still giving you a reward. Okay?” 

The balance he kept so firmly in place in this apartment remained unwavering still. What you had just endured still wasn’t good enough… your body still didn’t know how to be perfect in the way he wanted you to be. You messed up the easiest rule. The one that you thought had been second nature to you by now. The third rule. Now you have to stand another trial in order to be rewarded. You could’ve been childish and put the blame on Mingi – he had distracted you, he sat you in the chair just as the door opened, there was no time, etc. 

But you let yourself be distracted. 

You could’ve easily gotten right back up off the chair, on your knees on the floor. 

There was time. 

It was your fault. No one else’s. 

You nod slowly, desperate to show him that you want to be good, and that you will continue to be good. He removes his hand to hear you say it. 

“I’ll be perfect, Daddy. I promise.” 

A wicked smirk creeps across his face.  

“Hey, Min?” he calls over his shoulder, “you want dessert?” 

You whimper, already starting to cry again, but Yunho shushes you, reaching around and giving your pussy a light but firm smack.  

“Turn the lights off, baby.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” You move quickly over to the lightswitch, the kitchen and living room only barely illuminated by the dim light coming from the bedroom. He then goes over to open the fridge, carefully reaching in with both hands and revealing a prepared birthday cake for Mingi, and he hums a little “happy birthday” tune as he sets it down on the table.  

Your skin crawls when he sparks up the lighter from his pocket. It was the same lighter he had used the first month you were here, back when you didn’t know any better. When you had no idea what you were up against.  

You had tried to escape, not knowing about the cameras in the apartment yet. Not knowing how bad the punishments could be. He had tied you down to his bed, shaking his head in disappointment, utterly confused and heartbroken that you had tried to leave him. A pit in your stomach grew and grew as you watched him disconnect the fire alarm on the ceiling. 

And then? 

He had lit the bed on fire. 

And only put it out when you promised to never try to escape again, and when you convinced him that you wanted to be here with him. That you loved him.   

Yunho tosses the lighter carelessly onto the table. Towards you. 

In the dancing light of the fire burning the candle, Mingi looks between your vacant, haunted expression as you stare at the lighter on the table, and his best friend. You were crying, yet making no noise. Wet mascara tears stained your cheeks, your breathing rigid, shoulders shaking slightly. Yunho was carefree. Normal. 

“Happy Birthday Mingi~” he sings, pushing the cake closer to his friend, gesturing for him to blow out the candle. Mingi pauses for a split second, wanting to know why you looked so terrified. Something weighed heavy on his chest, and no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, there it stayed. He coughs awkwardly, as if maybe that’s what needed to be done, like something stuck in his lungs. But it remains. Even beginning to creep up his spine, into the back of his head, pressing him down. It tasted like guilt. Like impending horror. 

His eyes flicker over to you, still disconnected. Like you had been deactivated all of a sudden, your eyes glistening in the candlelight. Yunho, getting a little impatient, gestures to the burning candle. With one last look towards you, he takes a deep breath and makes his wish, unable to stop thinking that maybe he’d just made a deal with the devil as he blows out the candle, plunging all three of you back into the dark.

[end of part 2]

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CHOI JONGHO FIC RECS

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I can't believe I finally finished a fic rec list for every member of ateez 😭😭 (even though i thought it would be done sooner but i was waiting for a comeback announcement AND NOW i am finishing this days before the release ☠️☠️) I just have to do part two's for each of them ha 🫠🫠 n e ways, cutie patootie jonggi is here!! my lil teddy bear that deserves all the love in the world 🥹🥹🥹 As always please show a lot a love to these authors!!!!

DISCLAIMER none of these works are mine and majority are MATURE 18+, please review all warnings before reading!!!

Key:

✨ - My Favs

🔥 - Smut (MINORS DNI)

⛈️ - Angst

💗 - Fluff

🍑 - Humor

SERIES

Aspects of Desire - @sxcret-garden 🔥💗Ongoing

I don't usually gravitate towards these kinks in fic, because its not my preference. Despite that, i love this fic!!!! what it does so incredibly well to me is the communication. everything about this is so intimate and there is so much care in how they love and respect each other 🥺🥺 this is just an amazing exploration into kink and i cant applaud it more 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Whirlwind - @ennysbookstore ⛈️💗 Office AU ✧ Ongoing

how this authors writes any office/workplace au is so incredible 😩😩 the tension between these two is so interesting like they always bicker and get on each other's nerves but eat lunch together and like theyre so cute i looooove them 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Maudit - @songmingisthighs ⛈️💗🍑 Mythology AU ✧ Cursed!Jongho

idk how this author thinks of these plots that get me so fucking hooked with just mainly text threads like its crazy its so GOOD!!! like every character has interesting plots and each reveal im just sat staring at my phone like 😮

chained pt. 2 - @sunshineyuyu 🔥💗 College AU ✧ Friends to Lovers

while working on this list, i found out this had a part two i never read (it will be in the queue by the time this posts 🙏🙏) but that was one of the happiest surprises because this couple 😩😩😩 the tension was just 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i was yelling at my phone "JUST FUCK ALREADY" afgdghdfdfhhg

Break You Down + Build You Up - @sxcret-garden ✨🔥⛈️💗 Professional Dom!Reader

this was a life changing fic for me 😩😩 like considering how rare a sub!jongho fic is and just how much depth there is to this fic just wow👏👏👏 their dynamic is so good and how they get closer and how they become vulnerable with each other AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I FUCKING LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES/ETC

receive nudes from Jongho everyday - @k-hotchoisan ✨🔥

the fact that the first jongho fic i reblogged is a fav is incredible BUT GOD I DONT CARE ITS SO FUCKING HOT!!! the idea of him just being randomly horned up and sending pics to you WHILE YOUR WORKING 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 the visuals in this will genuinely never leave i need jongho posting gym selfies on insta like the other guys STAT!

Apricity - @atzfilm 🔥⛈️ Fantasy AU

Unprotected sex with Jongho - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

choi jongho boyfriend texts - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

edging jongho - @ateezscupid 🔥

cock warming w/jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

minor nuisance - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥⛈️💗

periods w/jongho - @beenbaanbuun 💗

touch and sketch - @k-hotchoisan 🔥 Artist!Jongho

adorable - @i-luvsang 💗

Day 19: Masturbation/Edging - @all-about-kyu 🔥

riding w/ jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

break up with him - @byuntrash101 🔥⛈️ Infidelity AU

Adrenaline Rush - @mingtinysworld 🔥💗

oh shit, are we in love? - @mingigoo ✨🔥💗 College AU ✧ Basketball Player!Jongho

like i said in my reblog this is PEAK idiots to lovers asadffgfdgh THEYRE SO FUCKING ADORABLE!!! im totally fine and definetly not feeling even more single than normal after rereading this haha 😔😔😔😔😔

boyfriend texts 4 - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

random bf!jongho texts - @bombuni 🍑

for what it's worth - @kitten4sannie 🔥⛈️ Anti-Hero!Jongho

Cyberpunk - @sorryimananti-romantic ⛈️💗 Sci-fi AU ✧ Droid!Jongho

my goalie - @vampzity 💗 College AU ✧ Soccer Player!Jongho

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

boyfriend texts 5 - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

the fight w/ choi jongho - @beenbaanbuun ⛈️💗

random bf!jongho texts (pt.2) - @bombuni 🍑

Untitled - @bombuni 🔥

Back from the Dead - @essenteez ✨🔥⛈️ Vampire!Jongho

ive never been really into vampires (i blame that on never having a twilight phase 😔) but when its written good its just 🤌🤌 this is jongho is just so seductive like and the smut is so good ohmygod😵‍💫😵‍💫

the pool w/ choi jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

Forever boy - @yun-fangz 🔥

...ramen before you go? - @mingigoo 🔥💗🍑 Neighbor AU

Untitled - @cuddlyjongho 🔥

do it by yourself - @domm1etae 🔥

Jongho twitter links - @yun-fangz 🔥

get close to me - @honeyhotteoks 🔥 Enemies to Lovers AU

Just one more - @mingtinysworld 🔥

halloween w/ choi jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

random bf texts - @nightbeforethend 🍑

Feverish - @sxcret-garden 🔥

Phone Sex w/ Jongho - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥 CEO!Jongho ✧ Sex Worker!Reader

Untitled - @bombuni 🔥

Untitled - @ateezscupid 🔥

say yes - @bombuni 💗 College AU

enticement - @bombuni 🔥

Untitled - @hongism 🔥

Untitled - @everyonewooeverywhere 💗

Untitled - @yun-fangz 🔥

first time with jongho - @vampzity 🔥

All Along, It's Been You - @yuyusbabygirl ✨🔥💗 Friends to Lovers AU

this fic 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 like how would you not fall in love with jongho AND HIS CONSTANT TOUCHING I WOULD START CRYiNG BEGGING HIM TO KisS ME 😩😩😩😩

Driven Wild - @crimsonbubble 🔥 CEO!Jongho

Untitled - @crimsonbubble 🔥

Untitled - @venusentranced 🔥

Always, Again - @yunholic-jongholic 🔥💗

Teasing Turns to Triumph - @yunholic-jongholic 🔥💗

cry for love - @koyagifs ⛈️

tear you apart - @bombuni 🔥

Baby, I'm Yours - @kysstar 💗

[teezingme]

What You Like *ೃ༄ J.YH

pairing: fwb!yunho x reader wc: 2.1k content: smut, friends with benefits, dom!yunho, rough sex, marking/biting, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, slight degradation, praise kink, cursing

You're already awake when Yunho's key turns in your lock at 2 AM, staring at the ceiling and replaying the heated argument you'd had three days ago. Not a fight exactly—more like sexual frustration disguised as bickering about everything and nothing until you'd both stormed off in opposite directions.

The friends-with-benefits thing had been working perfectly for months until feelings started creeping in, making everything complicated. Now you're both too stubborn to admit you want more and too addicted to each other to walk away.

"I know you're awake," his voice carries from your living room, and you hear him tossing off his shoes.

You don't get up, don't call out—just wait as his footsteps approach your bedroom. When he appears in your doorway, hair mussed like he'd been running his fingers through it, that knowing smirk on his face, heat immediately pools in your belly.

"Miss me?" he asks, leaning against the doorframe.

"It's been three days," you point out, not moving from your position on the bed.

"That's not an answer." He pushes off the doorframe and approaches slowly, deliberately. "Did you miss me?"

The honest answer is yes, but you're not about to give him the satisfaction. "I missed what you do to me," you say instead, which makes him laugh.

"Fair enough." His mouth finds that spot just below your ear that makes you shiver. "I missed what you let me do to you."

And there it is—the thing that makes this arrangement work so perfectly. Yunho knows exactly what you need, what you crave but have never been brave enough to ask for from anyone else. He reads you like a book, understands that beneath your confident exterior, you want to give up control, want someone to take charge and make you forget everything else.

"What do you want tonight?" he murmurs against your neck, hands already working at the tie of your silk robe.

"You know what I want," you breathe, tilting your head to give him better access.

"I do," he agrees, letting the robe fall to the floor. "But I want to hear you say it."

You're wearing nothing underneath, having shed your clothes the moment you got his text, and the way his eyes darken as they rake over your body sends electricity straight to your core.

"I want you to fuck me," you say boldly. "Hard. The way you know I like it."

His smile is predatory. "There's my good girl. Using her words."

The praise sends a shiver through you, just like it always does. Yunho has this way of making you feel simultaneously degraded and worshipped, and it's exactly the mindfuck you crave.

His hands are rough as they explore your body, gripping and squeezing in ways that will definitely leave marks. But that's what you want—evidence of him on your skin, reminders that will last days after he leaves.

"On the bed," he orders, already pulling his shirt over his head. "Now."

You obey immediately, settling onto your mattress and watching as he strips efficiently. The sight of him never gets old—tall and lean but muscular, all sharp angles and smooth skin that you want to mark up with your teeth and nails.

"Look at you," he says, climbing onto the bed and settling between your legs. "Already so wet for me, and I've barely touched you."

His fingers trail up your inner thighs, deliberately avoiding where you need him most. "Please," you breathe.

"Please what?" His thumb brushes maddeningly close to your clit. "Be specific."

"Touch me. Make me come. Do whatever you want with me."

"Whatever I want?" His eyebrow arches. "Dangerous words, baby."

Before you can respond, two of his fingers are pressing into you without warning, making you arch off the bed with a gasp. There's no gentle buildup, no careful preparation—just the delicious stretch and fullness that makes your eyes roll back.

"This what you wanted?" he asks, curling his fingers in that way that makes you see stars. "You want me to be rough with you?"

"Yes," you manage to gasp out. "More. Please, more."

He adds a third finger, the stretch bordering on too much but perfect at the same time. His thumb finds your clit, circling with just the right pressure to make you writhe beneath him.

"So fucking perfect," he growls. "Taking my fingers so well. You love this, don't you? Love being at my mercy."

You can only moan in response, too overwhelmed by sensation to form words. But Yunho doesn't seem to mind—if anything, the helpless sounds you're making seem to spur him on.

"I can feel how close you are," he says, his pace increasing. "Your pussy's getting so tight around my fingers. You want to come for me?"

"Please," you whimper. "Please let me come."

"Not yet." He pulls his fingers away suddenly, leaving you empty and desperate. "I want you to beg for it properly."

The loss of stimulation makes you want to cry with frustration. "Yunho, please—"

"Please what?" His fingers trace your lips, still slick with your arousal. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want to come," you say desperately. "I want you to make me come all over your fingers, and then I want you to fuck me until I can't think straight."

"Better," he approves, his fingers returning to their previous position. "But I think you can do even better than that."

This time when he touches you, it's with purpose. His fingers pump into you relentlessly while his thumb works your clit, building you up to that edge faster than should be possible. But just when you're about to fall over, he stops again.

"No!" The protest rips from your throat before you can stop it.

"No?" His voice is dangerously quiet. "Did you just tell me no?"

The shift in his tone makes you shiver. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"You didn't mean to be a bratty little slut who thinks she can make demands?" His hand tangles in your hair, tugging just hard enough to make you gasp. "Is that what you were going to say?"

The degradation should probably offend you, but instead it sends heat racing through your veins. "Yes," you whisper. "I'm sorry."

"I think you need to be reminded who's in charge here," he says, positioning himself at your entrance. "Don't you?"

You nod frantically, beyond caring how desperate you look. "Please. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me."

"Since you asked so nicely," he says, and then he's pushing into you in one smooth thrust that has you crying out at the perfect stretch.

This is what you've been craving—the feeling of being completely filled, completely owned. Yunho doesn't give you time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that has you clawing at his shoulders for something to hold onto.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he pants against your ear. "You want me to use you. Want me to fuck you like you're my personal toy."

"Yes," you gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "I'm yours. Use me however you want."

The words seem to snap something in him. His rhythm becomes even more brutal, each thrust hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You can feel another orgasm building, coiling tight in your belly like a spring about to snap.

"I can feel you getting close again," he says, one hand moving to wrap loosely around your throat. "You want to come on my cock?"

The pressure against your throat is light but unmistakable, just enough to make you feel owned, controlled. "Please," you whisper.

"Please what?" His pace doesn't slow, if anything it increases. "What do good girls say when they want something?"

"Please sir," you gasp out. "Please let me come on your cock. I need it so bad."

"That's better." His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing tight circles that have you teetering on the edge. "Come for me. Now."

The command combined with his touch sends you tumbling over the edge into the most intense orgasm of your life. Your back arches off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over you, and you're dimly aware of yourself crying out his name like a prayer.

But Yunho doesn't stop. If anything, your climax seems to spur him on, his movements becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. The overstimulation is almost too much, but the way he's looking at you—like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen—makes you want to give him everything.

"So perfect," he groans. "Taking me so well, letting me fuck you exactly how you need it. My perfect little slut."

The praise mixed with degradation sends aftershocks through your system, and you feel another orgasm building impossibly quickly. "Again," you whisper. "Please, I want to come again."

"Greedy," he says, but his hand moves between your bodies to rub your clit again. "One more. Give me one more and then I'll fill you up."

The promise of him coming inside you is enough to send you over the edge again, your inner muscles clenching around him as pleasure whites out your vision. You hear him curse, feel his rhythm falter, and then he's following you over with a groan that sounds like your name.

Afterward, you lie tangled together, both breathing hard and covered in sweat. Your body feels boneless, satisfied in a way that only Yunho seems capable of achieving.

"Good?" he asks eventually, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

"Incredible," you breathe, still trying to catch your breath.

"Good." He rolls off you but doesn't move away, his arm still wrapped around your waist. "I like when you tell me what you want instead of making me guess."

You turn to look at him, taking in his mussed hair and satisfied expression. "I like when you give me what I actually want instead of what you think I should want."

"What's the difference?"

"You know exactly what the difference is," you say, trailing your fingers over his chest. "You know I don't want gentle. You know I want you to take control and make me work for it."

His smile is slow and devastating. "I do know that. I also know you're not done yet."

The statement makes heat pool in your belly again, despite having just come twice. "How do you know?"

"Because I know you," he says simply. "And I know that look in your eyes. You want more."

He's right, of course. You always want more with him, could probably go all night if your body could handle it. The arrangement works so well because you're perfectly matched in terms of appetite and desire.

"What if I do want more?" you ask, already knowing the answer.

"Then you'll ask for it nicely," he says, his hand trailing down your body. "Using your words like a good girl."

The cycle begins again, and you couldn't be happier about it.

But this time, instead of immediately going for round three, Yunho's touch gentles. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, soothing rather than inciting.

"Stay still," he murmurs when you try to turn toward him. "Let me take care of you."

You're not used to this side of him—the soft aftercare that follows the intensity. Usually one of you leaves pretty quickly after, but tonight feels different. His hands smooth over the places he gripped too tightly, pressing gentle kisses to the marks he left on your throat.

"Water?" he asks, and you nod, watching as he pads naked to your kitchen like he belongs there.

When he returns with two glasses and a damp washcloth, you feel something shift in your chest. He cleans you up with careful touches, then pulls you against his side, sharing the water between soft kisses.

"We should probably talk," you say quietly, tracing circles on his chest.

"About?"

"The fact that you have a key to my apartment. The fact that you knew I'd be awake. The fact that neither of us has been with anyone else in months."

He's quiet for a long moment, his fingers combing through your hair. "And what conclusions are you drawing from those facts?"

"That maybe we're both too scared to admit this stopped being just physical a long time ago."

His hand stills in your hair. "And if we did admit it? What then?"

You tilt your head up to meet his eyes. "Then maybe we stop pretending we don't want more."

The smile that spreads across his face is soft and vulnerable, nothing like his usual cocky smirk. "I've wanted more since the second time we did this," he admits. "But I didn't want to ruin what we had."

"You couldn't ruin it," you say, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "You could only make it better."

"Is that what we're doing? Making it better?"

"We're making it real," you correct, and when he kisses you this time, it tastes like promises and new beginnings.

[teezingme]

Encore Service

pairing(s) : Idol! San x Escort! Reader x Idol! Yunho

word count : 3972

summary : You was booked for one night. They turned it into a goddamn performance.

genre : smut

warning(s) : Heavy dirty talk & degradation, Spit play / face-fucking / throatfucking, Power imbalance / dominance / humiliation, Multiple positions, choking, edging, body worship, Non-consensual photo taken (within fantasy context), Crying, overstimulation, begging, light CNC elements, Mentions of public sharing / group chat humiliation, No aftercare (pure filth fantasy). Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N : I AM FUCKING OBSESSED WITH THOSE UNDER EYE BLUSH SHIT🥵🥵🥵

Minors do not interact, 21+ only!!

🪐smut under the cut🪐

The crowd was still screaming even after the lights dimmed.

Ateez had just killed their encore stage—sweat-drenched, shirtless, every fan in the arena losing their minds as they shouted the members’ names like a prayer. It was chaos in the best way. The boys fed off it. But now, backstage, the adrenaline was shifting.

San leaned back against the hallway wall, still catching his breath, towel slung over his shoulders. His chest heaved with each exhale, abs glistening. He licked his lips slowly, eyes scanning the lingering crew walking back and forth, too hyped to care about professionalism.

"Did you see that girl in the third row?" he asked Yunho, a smirk playing on his lips. "Red top, fake tits, tongue out the whole time."

Yunho didn’t look up from his water bottle. He tilted it back, drinking deep, neck flexing with each swallow.

San scoffed. “You’re telling me you weren’t looking? That mouth was open wider than her brain.”

Yunho finally glanced at him. “And you think that’s a good thing?”

San laughed, deep and low. “Point taken.”

It was always like this after a show—energy high, egos higher. The fans gave them everything, and once the stage lights dimmed, the boys needed something more. Something real. Something to fuck out the leftover tension.

"Where’s Mingi?" Yunho asked, stretching his arms above his head. His shirt rode up slightly, exposing the waistband of his sweats—and the sweat-slick V-line that had girls screaming ten minutes ago.

“Probably still sulking,” San grinned. “Said his girl last night had the ass of a pancake and didn’t even moan.”

Yunho made a noise of disgust.

“I told him, ‘bro, that’s what you get for picking randoms off Instagram.’” San pushed off the wall. “We need a proper one tonight. No risk. No bullshit. Just someone who knows what the fuck she’s doing.”

Yunho’s jaw ticked slightly. “Someone who acts professional... and leaves broken.”

San raised a brow. “Oh? In a mood tonight, hyung?”

Yunho didn’t answer, but the twitch in his lips said enough.

San turned toward their manager, who was speaking with staff nearby. “Hyung,” he called, casually, like he was asking for a charger. “You still got that escort contact?”

The man paused, eyes darting around.

Yunho stepped up beside San, towering, calm, unreadable.

“VIP agency only,” San clarified, tossing his towel over his shoulder. “None of that influencer bullshit.”

Their manager sighed but nodded. He tapped at his phone, muttering, “Y’all gonna give me a heart attack someday.”

Within seconds, a list was sent. Faces, stats, bios. Professional girls—high-end, clean, trained. The kind of women who didn’t beg for autographs or Instagram clout. Just money and silence.

San scrolled, unimpressed, until—

“Stop.” Yunho’s voice cut in.

San looked where he was pointing.

You.

Tight black dress, slightly parted lips, subtle curves, a still frame that looked like it was daring someone to ruin it. Your eyes weren’t even looking at the camera—you were glancing down, like the picture had been taken mid-thought.

Yunho’s voice was quiet. “That one.”

San whistled low. “Pretty. Looks smart.”

“Good,” Yunho said. “I want her to know exactly what she’s agreeing to.”

San tapped BOOK.

The screen blinked.

Confirmed. She’ll be at the hotel in one hour.

Somewhere across the city, you fastened the last strap on your heels. Your phone buzzed. Location received. Payment secured. Instructions clear.

You glanced once at yourself in the mirror—clean makeup, glossy lips, tits high, legs long, expression unreadable. You knew who they were. You’d seen their faces on screens, in magazines, on stages.

But tonight, they were just clients.

And you? You were the service.

No fan shit. No hesitation.

Still, as you picked up your clutch and walked out the door, there was a flicker in your stomach. Something dark. Something electric.

Like instinct already warning you:

You’re not ready.

The hotel suite was warm with leftover tension. Expensive whiskey on the minibar, concert gear half-dropped across the couch, the faint echo of bass still humming in the floor like a ghost of the stage.

You stepped inside like you owned it.

Black heels, black dress, sharp eyes. You didn’t flinch at the man spread wide on the couch—shirtless, sweaty, cocky. Or the one standing by the window with his arms crossed and his stare like a weapon.

You knew them. Of course you did.

Choi San.

Jeong Yunho.

Big fucking deals. Even bigger egos.

“Damn,” San said, looking you over slowly. “They actually sent us a ten.”

You didn’t stop walking. “Depends who’s rating me.”

He let out a low laugh. “Ohhh, she’s got a mouth.”

“I’m a service, not a saint,” you said flatly, tossing your clutch onto the counter. “I don’t do fanservice, I don’t pretend to care about your careers, and I don’t stay longer than the clock. You’ve got ninety minutes and I’m paid in full. You want anything extra—ask nice and pay more.”

Yunho didn’t say a word. Just watched you from his chair—muscles relaxed, eyes ice-cold. Like he was imagining you naked, kneeling, gagging—and already planning how to get you there.

You met his stare, cocking a brow. “You always this quiet or just trying to intimidate me?”

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t smile.

Just said, “You’ll know when I’m ready to talk.”

Your stomach tightened—fuck. That voice. Deep enough to make your thighs shift.

San stood now, bare feet silent on the hardwood as he came toward you. He didn’t touch. Just circled—like a man appraising a new toy.

“You don’t act like the other girls,” he said.

“They act like you matter,” you replied.

That made him grin. Filthy and unbothered. “Ooh, fuck, I like her.”

“Most men do,” you said. “Until I walk out.”

Yunho stood up behind you. His height alone was enough to make the air thicken. You felt the heat of his body even without contact, the way his presence pushed your heartbeat up a notch.

San stepped in front of you, fingers toying with your dress strap.

“You come with instructions?”

You smiled. “Sure. Don’t fall in love. Don’t try to kiss me. And if you can’t make me cum, don’t waste my fucking time.”

Yunho moved in behind you now, close enough to smell—clean sweat, cologne, something musky and expensive.

San leaned closer. “And if I want to wreck you?”

Your voice was calm, lips close to his.

“Then fucking try.”

The tension snapped like elastic.

Yunho’s voice dropped behind you, low and firm:

“Strip.”

You turned your head slightly, still smirking. “Why? Scared I’ll say no once I see how small you are?”

San barked a laugh and stepped back.

Yunho didn’t even blink. “I said strip.”

This time it wasn’t a question.

And something inside you thrummed—a deep, dark heat pooling low as you stared at them both.

Two men who wanted to ruin you.

And maybe… just maybe… you wanted it.

You slid your fingers up to your zipper, pulling it down slow. The dress peeled away like silk, falling to your ankles with barely a whisper.

No bra. Just tits out, proud and perky. Black lace thong and nothing else.

No shame. No nerves. Just that look on your face—the kind that says I’ve been fucked better than you, but I’ll let you try.

San whistled. “Oh yeah. She’s gonna cry.”

Yunho sat back down, spreading his legs, still silent.

And then he said it.

“Get on your knees.”

You sank to your knees without a word.

Not because you were weak.

Because you knew exactly what this was.

And if they were going to fuck your body—you’d make them earn it.

San crouched in front of you, head tilted like he was seeing something fascinating for the first time. His fingers trailed from your jaw down to your collarbone, slow and taunting.

“Shit…” he whispered. “You really are something.”

You didn’t respond. Just tilted your chin up a little, daring him.

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear.

"You ever been on your knees in front of someone who didn’t even have to touch you to make you drip?"

Yunho stepped behind you again, this time close enough to feel. He dropped to a knee, hands smooth and warm on your waist, sliding up over your ribs, grazing the undersides of your tits.

You breathed in sharply when his thumbs pressed into the soft flesh, pushing up, squeezing.

“No bra,” he murmured, more to himself. “Good girl.”

His head dipped, and his mouth was on your neck—no warning. Just wet, open kisses, tongue dragging slow up your skin before he bit. Not hard, but deep enough to make your whole body twitch.

“Sensitive,” he muttered. “I like that.”

San cupped your face, guiding your gaze back to him.

“You ever been worshipped, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low. “Not fucked. Not used. Worshipped.”

You hesitated. Breath shaky. But your eyes never dropped.

“I don’t believe in gods,” you said.

San grinned. “Me too, but you will.”

They made you sit back on your heels, arms behind your back—displayed. Yunho stayed behind you, holding you open. His palms slid up your thighs, spreading them until the lace of your thong pulled tight against your pussy.

San kissed your knee. Soft. Almost sweet.

Then trailed his lips up your inner thigh, pausing to bite just above the softest spot.

You gasped.

“Ohh, she makes noise,” he teased, tongue flicking where your skin was thinnest. “Thought you were gonna be all business.”

Yunho hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your thong. Pulled it down slow. You lifted your hips without needing to be told.

"Well-behaved," he muttered. "Wonder how long that’ll last."

They didn’t touch your pussy at first.

No—they stared.

Yunho ran two fingers along your folds, slow, not even parting them yet.

“Dripping,” he said flatly. “Didn’t even touch her clit.”

San looked up from between your thighs. “She wants to be ruined. Look at her. Look how her legs keep twitching.”

Then—spit.

San let a thick glob fall from his tongue right onto your slit.

It slid down slow, glossy, filthy.

You jerked.

“Ohh,” he grinned. “She likes that.”

Yunho took the spit and rubbed it in with two fingers, sliding through your folds, just brushing your clit—

And your hips bucked.

San slapped your inner thigh. Loud.

You moaned.

"Try that shit again," he warned, "and I’ll tie your legs open."

Then he went in.

Tongue first. Long, flat licks like he was tasting dessert. Then smaller ones, teasing circles over your clit that made you whimper.

Yunho pinched your nipples from behind.

"Use your words," he said, voice gravel. "You wanted this. Say it."

You bit your lip.

"Say it," San echoed, lifting his face just enough to smack your pussy. A quick sting. Your body jumped.

"I want it," you gasped.

“Want what?” Yunho growled, twisting one nipple while the other hand slid down your belly.

"Want your tongue," you breathed. "Want you to fuck me with it—please."

San moaned into your cunt, tongue pressing harder now, lips wrapping around your clit, sucking. Yunho shoved two fingers in without warning—deep—curling them just right, pumping while San worked you up top.

Your hands scrambled for something—anything. The floor. Yunho’s thigh. Your own skin.

It didn’t matter.

You were unraveling.

You felt it build—tight, hot, liquid heat bursting in your core—

“I’m—fuck—I’m coming—!”

San didn’t stop. Yunho didn’t slow. Your body shook, legs spasming, jaw slack as the orgasm ripped through you. You couldn’t even speak—just a long, raw moan, head thrown back.

When you came down, you realized your mascara had smeared. Your thighs were wet. Your arms were trembling.

San leaned back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “We haven’t even started.”

Yunho grabbed his phone.

You blinked, dazed. “What are you—”

“Gonna make Mingi jealous,” he said calmly, lifting the camera. “He didn’t get big boobies hoe yesterday.”

Click.

The camera clicked, and you flinched like it was a gunshot.

Your body was still twitching from the orgasm—legs sticky and trembling, lips parted, chest rising and falling in short, ragged breaths. San was still kneeling between your thighs, tongue lazily flicking across your inner thigh just to feel you jerk.

Yunho held his phone up, angled with that same calm you were starting to fear more than anything.

San watched you with a crooked smirk. “Hope you smiled pretty, baby.”

He leaned back and tugged at your ruined thong like it was a trophy, holding it up to inspect it. Then tossed it onto the coffee table like trash.

You blinked slowly, trying to center yourself, but Yunho’s voice cut through your daze.

“Sent.”

San snorted. “You didn’t.”

Yunho showed him the screen.

San cackled.

“Fuck, you really just did it. Sent a full pussy shot to the group chat. With her tits out and everything.”

You tried to sit up. Tried to breathe.

“What did you—?”

“Don’t worry,” San said, wiping a strand of hair off your cheek, “they won’t know who you are. They’ll just wish they were us.”

Yunho tossed the phone onto the bed behind him. Calm as ever. Still half-hard in his sweatpants like your orgasm was a snack, not the meal.

Then the buzzes started.

Vrrrr. Vrrrr. Vrrr.

San grabbed the phone again and started reading with a laugh.

Mingi: “BRO. I GOT A FLAT GIRL IN BANGKOK WTF IS THIS.”

Wooyoung: “No way that moan’s real. Did you edit it?”

Seonghwa: “I need a booking link. Immediately.”

Yeosang: [sends a photo of a broken couch] “That’s her spine next.”

Jongho: “Delete this. I’m blocking the entire group.”

Hongjoong: “Have some privacy, won't you?”

San turned the screen to show you. “You’re famous now.”

Your throat was dry. “You’re sick.”

San grinned. “You’re wet.”

Yunho stood, looming behind you. “Crawl to the bed.”

You looked up at him. Swallowed. “What?”

“Crawl,” he repeated. “You wanted to be treated like a toy. Toys don’t walk.”

Your stomach dropped. Your cunt clenched—traitor.

He didn’t say it again. Just waited.

So you moved.

Palms to the floor, legs shaky, knees burning with every shift on the hardwood. You crawled like they told you—toward the bed, tits swaying, face hot, pride somewhere far behind.

You could feel them watching.

San followed close, laughing softly. “Look at that. Thought she was in charge thirty minutes ago.”

Yunho sat on the edge of the bed, watching you approach between his legs. His cock was hard now—thick, tenting his sweats. One hand resting on his thigh, the other fisting the hem of his shirt like he was holding himself back.

When you reached him, you knelt again, breath shaky.

He looked down at you.

“Now beg.”

You swallowed hard, already kneeling between his legs, arms trembling from the crawl. The scent of him—sweat, Dyptique, the kind of power that clung to skin—wrapped around your brain like a noose.

“I want your cock,” you whispered.

He raised a brow. “That’s not begging.”

San sat on the edge of the dresser behind you, legs swinging, grinning. “Better try again, baby. He likes it when girls sound desperate.”

Your throat tightened.

“Please… Yunho,” you murmured, looking up, lips parted. “I want your cock in my mouth. I want to choke on it. I want to feel it down my throat until I forget my fucking name.”

That earned you a low grunt.

Yunho leaned forward and pushed his sweatpants down just enough.

And fuck—he was big. Thick. Veins running down the shaft. Heavy, dark, flushed and already leaking.

You stared for half a second too long.

San snorted. “Bitch saw God.”

Yunho grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you closer, cock brushing your lips.

“Open.”

You obeyed.

The first thrust was a tease—slow, just the head. You wrapped your lips around him, sucking softly, eyes locked on his face.

He didn’t smile. Didn’t praise. Just watched.

Then—thrust.

He slid halfway in and you gagged, hands flying to his thighs.

San clapped once. “There it is!”

Yunho didn’t pause. Just held your hair tight and fucked your mouth like it was his right. Deep strokes, thick and heavy, making your throat stretch and clench.

Spit slid down your chin. Your nose ran. Tears welled in your eyes.

You moaned around him.

“Fuck, she likes it,” San laughed. “Look at her. That’s a whore face.”

Your mascara smeared, black streaks trailing down as Yunho started grunting under his breath. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling your face all the way down until your nose was flush with his pelvis.

You choked.

And he held you there.

“Breathe through your nose,” he said calmly.

You tried.

You gagged again.

Spit bubbled at the corners of your mouth as he finally let you pull back with a wet gasp, drool stringing from your lips to his cock.

You barely had time to recover before he slapped it across your face. Once. Twice. Wet sounds echoing.

“Back down,” he ordered.

You obeyed. Again.

This time San knelt beside you, watching, fingers lazily stroking your nipple as Yunho used your mouth like a fleshlight.

“Sloppy little cum toy,” he whispered. “You gonna cry when he fills your throat?”

You moaned around the cock.

Your eyes were rolling back. Drool had soaked your tits. Your whole body buzzed like a wire—overstimulated and loving it.

Yunho finally pulled out, cock glistening with spit. Your jaw hung open, lips red, mascara dripping.

You were a mess.

“Turn around,” he said.

You did.

On hands and knees again, your ass high, thighs trembling.

Yunho stood behind you, phone in hand.

Click.

No shame. No warning. Just a full shot of your wrecked, spit-covered body and your perfect, round ass.

He stared at the screen, then said:

“I’ll keep this one.”

You shivered.

He leaned down, voice right by your ear.

“Gonna jerk off to it when I’m too busy to fuck you again.”

Your body was already wrecked—and they hadn’t even put their cocks inside you.

Your mouth was raw. Your cheeks were flushed. Your throat burned from deepthroating Yunho until your makeup melted and your pride leaked out with your spit.

You were on your hands and knees again, ass still raised from the photo he’d snapped. You didn’t know where your thong was. Your dress had vanished. Your tits were wet with saliva and tears.

But San hadn’t even had a turn yet.

Yunho sat back on the couch now, spreading his legs and watching you like a show. The front of his sweatpants were soaked with spit and precum, cock twitching lazily as he stroked it.

San stepped in behind you, sweat slicking his abs. You felt the heat of his body as he ran his fingers over your lower back, down to your ass.

"Pretty little fuckdoll," he murmured. "And she’s still tight."

He grabbed a fistful of your ass and spit—a thick glob that landed right between your cheeks and slid down to your pussy.

You moaned—humiliated and desperate and soaking wet.

He rubbed it in with his fingers, circling your entrance.

“You wanna cum again?” San asked casually.

"Yes," you breathed. "Please."

He laughed. “Tough.”

Then he pushed in. Two fingers, then three. Thick, rough, curling up and pumping fast, mercilessly.

You arched your back and let out a cry.

"Y-Yunho—!" you gasped without meaning to.

San slapped your ass hard. “Wrong dick, slut.”

You sobbed into the sheets.

"Try again," he hissed, thrusting his fingers harder.

"San—fuck—San please—I need it—"

"Need what?"

"Need your cock. Need it now, please, I’ll take anything—"

Yunho’s voice came from the couch, deep and cold.

“Don’t let her cum.”

San smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He pulled out his fingers and wiped them on your thigh. You screamed at the emptiness, body twitching like a broken wire.

“Please!” you sobbed. “I was close, please—!”

San just climbed onto the bed and pulled you into his lap, one hand tight around your neck. Not cutting air—just control. He leaned in, lips dragging over your cheek, your jaw.

“You cum when we let you,” he whispered. “Not a second before.”

Then he pulled your face to his cock.

"Now open up again. Show me how much you’ve learned."

The next minutes were a blur of spit, moans, and hands.

San fucked your throat while Yunho palmed your ass, spreading you open, sliding his fingers back inside while San held your head still.

San’s cock hit the back of your throat over and over—fast, sloppy, loud. His moans were rough, his grip harsh, and he spat down into your mouth mid-thrust like it was part of the routine.

"Swallow it, bitch."

You did. Didn’t even flinch.

Yunho watched, then got up. He was done waiting.

San pulled out just before he came, pushing you face down on the bed.

"Yunho’s turn."

You could barely breathe, mouth glossy with spit, lips swollen.

Then you felt it—Yunho’s cock sliding through your folds from behind, soaked, hot and thick and angry.

He leaned down, one hand wrapping around your throat from behind, the other bracing on the bed.

"You begged for it," he growled into your ear. "Now take it."

He slammed in.

Your scream was half-air, half-sob. You arched up, hands clawing at the sheets, as his cock filled you completely.

“F-FUCK—!”

“That’s right,” he snapped. “Squeeze my cock, just like that.”

His hips hit yours hard, steady, ruthless. He angled his thrusts until he hit your g-spot with every drive and still didn’t let you cum.

San stood nearby, stroking himself and smirking.

“Her pussy’s clenching so hard. Poor thing’s about to cry.”

“She’s not allowed yet,” Yunho grunted.

You were gasping, crying, begging—your voice raw, your pussy twitching around him, trying to milk his cock for relief that wouldn’t come.

“Please—please, Yunho—”

He slapped your ass hard.

"You’ll wait."

He edged you three times.

Pulled out every time you started to scream, left you twitching and leaking on the sheets.

By the time San slid in from behind, you were trembling, face buried in the pillows, voice almost gone.

He was gentler at first—but only to mock.

“Aww, poor baby. You gonna cry on my cock?”

You nodded, tears streaking down your face.

He smiled. Then fucked into you so deep you saw stars.

San didn’t edge you.

He made you cum so hard you screamed into the bed, full-body spasming, throat raw.

And right when you collapsed, Yunho was there, sliding back into your pussy from behind, fucking you through the aftershocks like you were just a hole.

Your orgasm turned to pain. The pain turned to more pleasure.

Your voice cracked, your vision blurred.

And when it was over—when your body had nothing left, not even shame—

Yunho pulled out and flipped you on your stomach.

Your ass was red, dripping, thighs shaking.

He picked up his phone again.

Click.

“Gonna keep another one,” he said flatly

He tucked it away like it was just a note.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t.

San sat beside your head, petting your hair.

“Next time,” he whispered, “we’ll let Mingi join.”

[teezingme]

₊ ⊹ ⟡ the cover of night (박성화 ♡ p.sh)

you and your husband have very particular appetites. even when it's late, even when you're already sleeping.

style: bullet drabble pairing: husband!seonghwa x fem!reader word count: 1.9k tags/warnings: smut, pwp, heavy on the CNC, like seriously this is very serious consensual nonconsent, somnophilia, consent color checks on page, hard dom seonghwa, sub reader, rough sex, body weight control, breath control (sort of), creampie, risk kink / coming inside, she struggles and wants to struggle, begging to stop, fingering, forced orgasm, aftercare for sure. notes: this was for a request for my drabble fics, and it's such a fun one!! i went with somno because that's my personal preference of cnc, but i hope you enjoyed! please be mindful, this content is potentially very triggering as reader wants to struggle, says stop, and some of the language hwa uses is potentially triggering in and of itself.

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You and Seonghwa have been married long enough now that you’ve stopped pretending anything about your sex life is tame. 

It started sweet, sensual, peeling back the layers on each other until you hit something deeper, darker and full of need. 

And over the years, he’s pushed you and you’ve pushed him right back. 

You’ve whispered dirty thoughts into the crook of his neck and felt the shiver ripple down his spine, and he used to blush, duck his head and smile at you like you were saying something wicked, but not now. 

Now, he listens. Cataloguing your needs with quiet intensity. 

So, six years into marriage, when you tell him you want him to wake you up with sex, you clarify that you mean it for real. You don’t want romantic morning sleepy sex, you want it when you don’t expect it, you want it when he wants it. 

It doesn’t surprise you in the least that he doesn’t take you up on it right away. 

He spends weeks asking questions, clarifying your boundaries until you could say them back in your sleep, which in a way, you do. 

Curled up after a particularly intense session, you confess more about what turns you on, more about what you want – “I want to struggle,” you say it into the hollow of his throat, “I want to fight, to wake up to it,” 

“Wake up underneath me?” His breath is warm on your temple and wanting. 

You tell him yes, God yes. You want to feel him already inside, you want to try to wriggle away, you want to fail. You want to lose. 

The way he groaned after you said it tells you everything. 

So you start sleeping without underwear, as close to naked as you can get without outright throwing yourself at him, but for weeks he doesn’t touch you. 

When it comes, it’s on a night you’re not expecting it, after drifting to sleep with your head on his chest and a long, exhausting day behind you. 

And - 

You wake slowly. 

You’re not startled into consciousness, it’s just a change in awareness, a change in lucidity. A sensation, and then another; a hand on your waist, a drag of breath on your shoulder. And then? Stretch. 

You’re already wet, already open, and when you shift your hips just a little you feel him. The deep, thick ache of Seonghwa’s cock buried inside you, his hips flush to your backside, his palm splayed across your stomach to keep you in place. 

For a split second it feels romantic, being spooned, caressed, but then your cunt flutters around him and you make a soft, sleepy noise, and his hand covers your mouth gently. 

“Shh,” He breathes, a slow grind of his hips up, “let me have it, jagiya, go back to sleep,” 

Your eyes blink open, slow and disoriented in the pitch dark of your bedroom, but everything clicks into place all at once. 

He thrusts properly this time, the hot wet slide of his cock pulling back and pushing in again, full and unrelenting. 

You had asked for this, begged for this. It’s better than you could have ever imagined. 

Your body jerks naturally, trying to catch up to your mind’s acceptance of what’s happening, and his grip tightens immediately. 

“Go back to sleep, baby,” His voice is hot, breathless, laced with something tense and starving and you wonder how slow he had to move to ensure he didn’t wake you. How long he edged himself getting you wet before he pushed inside. 

You whimper against his hand. 

He drives his cock again, pushing your hips into a tilt to get the angle tighter, deeper. 

You jerk, pushing back with a twist of your hips, this time intentional and baiting, a reminder of your full fantasy. 

“Not even awake and trying to fight me?” Seonghwa huffs a laugh against your cheek, “Sweet,” 

You make a noise against his palm. 

His teeth catch against your ear, a pointed thrust driving deep, “Color?” 

His hand lifts for just a second, and you gasp in a breath of air, blinking fast to clear the residual sleep and how soft your brain feels, but you find it in a second, “Green.” 

His hand locks back tight, “That’s my fucking girl,” 

You shiver, and then he moves. 

Seonghwa tips you forwards with a hard hand on your shoulder, maneuvering you quickly until you’re flat to the mattress, locked prone under his body while he sits heavy and hot inside you. It spins you, the pressure of his body over yours, the heat of his breath against your hair, and then the steady drumbeat of his body as he sinks into you, grinding deep with every thrust. It’s overwhelming, and it’s meant to be. He’s not teasing, he’s taking, and you’re exactly where you begged him to be. 

Your cunt clenches around him with needy flutters. 

He fucks you like he’s starving for it, focused thrusts that drag his cock along every nerve ending inside you. He fucks you like you’re his obsession. 

A sob cracks out of your uncovered mouth, “Please,” you manage it, head pressed to the mattress where he has you pushed down, “stop, please, please, Hwa,” 

“No,” His voice is final, absolute, and pleasure rolls inside you. 

He holds you down tight, pinned and pliant, your pelvis flat to the mattress under the weight of his thrusts, one arm trapped beneath your chest, head held, one of his other hands hard and bruising on your hip. 

“You’re coming first,” He breathes hard against your ear, his voice rough, “coming around my cock,” 

“I don’t,” Your words die. 

He grinds deep, punishing, his whole body hot and slick against your back, “Yes, you do,” he thrusts again, “you always want it, always. Even when you cry, even when you say no,” 

You’re throbbing, every connection of his cock inside you driving you higher. 

“I know your pussy, jagi. I know you.”

His hand pushes under you, finding space between your clenched thighs for his fingers on your clit, slippery and dripping, and the noise that bursts out of you is a ragged, panicked kind of pleasure. 

“Don’t,” You beg again, fighting the way your thighs want to open for him, “please, don’t do it, don’t do it,” 

You fight, you twist your hips, trying to pull yourself out of his hold, but he’s bigger, he’s heavier, and he lets his weight do the work. 

“Shh,” He kisses your hair hard, “just let me make it good for you, let me make you come.” 

“Please!” Your voice is strangled, tight. 

“Take it,” His hips roll in time with his fingers, “I feel you squeezing me, baby, just let it happen,” 

Your whole body shakes under him, your fingers clawing helplessly at the mattress. He has you so close so fast you feel dizzy with it. 

“Fucking come.” 

Your orgasm rips through you with sudden sharpness, a sudden tumble over the drop off into pleasure, your body locking as your muscles tighten against the mattress. Your mouth falls open in a choked sob as your cunt pulses around him, and he groans, raw and low in your ear. 

“Fuck,” He shudders, his hips stuttering just once before he starts his pace again, “fuck, sweetheart,” 

Your mind is swimming, body limp beneath him as his cock drags you through your aftershocks, his hips connecting with your ass again and again. 

“Baby, baby,” Your words a tight sob, “stop,” 

“Need it,” He collapses over you, holding you close as his arms wrap around you, hips rolling, “have to come inside you, have to, color, color,” 

Your nails dig into his forearm where it’s wrapped around your front, “Green,” 

His teeth dig into your shoulder as he groans. He sounds delirious, almost desperate, taking your breathy consent like a gift. He doesn’t need to ask permission anymore, or pretend, he’s just chasing it now for himself, the feeling of your body fluttering around him, squeezing him tighter than ever before. 

“Coming in you,” He whines, “take it, take it,” 

Heat floods your core, his fingers rolling again over your clit as he says it. Your brain fires, hot, fast, “Don’t,” you whine, “please god, don’t, don’t,” 

“Mine,” He breathes, his thrusts sharpening, driving his cock as far as he can, “you’re mine,” 

You’re crumbling again, orgasm rolling through you with no chance to stop it. 

“I can’t pull out,” He pants, sweat slick skin slipping, his chest, your back, “need to fucking fill this pussy,” 

You sob beneath him, legs kicking weakly under his weight, but it’s over. He’s gone, lost in it, possessed by the feel of you, soaking and trembling and speared open around his cock. 

“Take it,” His voice breaks. 

He spills inside you with a sharp, hot cry, his hips rocking as he pulses inside you. He empties himself inside you in hard, stuttering bursts, his muscles drawn tight with strain as he ruts once, twice, getting his cum as deep as possible. 

You both still for a long moment, breathing ragged and hot. 

His hands are shaking, his breath hitching hard in his chest. You’re wrecked under him, body trembling, ruined. 

And finally, finally, he exhales. 

“Fuck,” He kisses your shoulder, his voice a whisper as he lifts off some of his body weight, “baby, are you with me? 

All you can do is nod.

He doesn’t move at first, not until your breathing slows and until you stop twitching under him like you’re still in headlong freefall. 

But when you do, his hands start to move slow, gentle now. He eases his weight off you properly and smooths his touch down your sides, brushes back the damp hair from your cheek

“I’ve got you,” He repeats softly, kissing the spot on your shoulder where he bit down as he came, “I’ve got you now, you’re safe. You were so perfect for me, love,” 

You’re still floating, still hazy and soft, and so all he does is sit with you, breathe with you. 

When he finally pulls out it’s slow, letting your body adjust to the change in sensation. 

You whimper from the ache, but also the loss of him. 

“There we go,” He murmurs softly as he slides you over onto your back, “talk to me, love.”

You tell him you’re okay, you’re here, present and feeling soft, but the minute he sees your eyes really clear he sinks against you. 

His forehead against yours. 

He holds you like a prayer. 

He murmurs his love as he guides you through cleaning up, a warm shower and fresh sheets. 

It’s still the middle of the night, and once he settles you again, you’re curled against his chest, your body still humming and warm from the aftermath. 

You drift again with his lips against your ear as he rocks you in his arms – “You’re everything, everything,” 

Body sated, sore, held. 

You sleep. 

You dream only nice dreams.

[teezingme]

Quiet // K. Yeosang

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Yeosang loves you, and he wants you to feel good - really! But Yunho's home... and you wouldn't want him to hear, would you?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ CW// 18+ MDNI!! reader and yeosang are in an established relationship, voyerism (yunho is in the other room hehe), hand kink technically, making out, yeo keeping reader silent with his hands, nipple play, a little bit of biting, clit play, fingering, teasing, unprotected sex (pls don't), sex against a wall, finger sucking, throat fucking w/ fingers, gagging, messyyy, praise & degredation, name calling (slut), creampie. wc: 1414

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ AN// written for my bestie who gave me the idea @lumycutedoll (a.k.a the biggest yeo stan on earth). i hope you enjoy <3 also, if anyone wants to request something for me to write, my asks are open!! i'm still kinda discovering what i like to write and what i don't so i'm open to writing anything and everything rn. this is not proofread so pls ignore any mistakes :)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ dividers from @uzmacchiato

As you close the door behind you, the click echoes softly, and Yeosang turns, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. He steps towards you, his movements predatory and deliberate. You can feel the heat radiating from his body as he reaches out, his large hand cupping your jaw, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek.

"Yeosang," you whisper, your voice barely audible, but he shakes his head, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Shh," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "Yunho’s home. We have to be quiet."

His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You can feel every hard plane of his body, and it sends a shiver down your spine. His hand on your jaw tightens slightly, and he leans down, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, demanding kiss.

You melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as his tongue explores your mouth. His hand on your waist slides lower, gripping your ass and pulling you tighter against him. You can feel his hardness pressing against your stomach, and a soft moan escapes your lips.

Yeosang's hand on your jaw moves, his palm covering your mouth, muffling your sound. His eyes darken with desire, and he walks you backward until your back hits the wall. His body presses against yours, trapping you, and you can feel the coldness of the wall against your skin through your thin tank top.

His free hand roams your body, tracing the curves of your hips, the swell of your breasts. Taking in every detail of your body. He pulls your shirt off, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in your bare skin. His mouth follows his hands, his teeth nipping at your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peaks. 

You arch into him, a soft moan escaping your lips. Yeosang's palm stays strong against your mouth, muffling the sound. He grinds against you, his hardness pressing into your thigh, and you can feel how ready he is.

His hand on your ass lifts, and he hikes up your skirt, his fingers digging into your flesh. You gasp against his palm, your eyes wide with surprise and arousal. He grinds against you, his hardness rubbing against your thigh through his sweats, and you can feel yourself getting wet.

Yeosang's lips trail down your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin. He sucks on the sensitive spot below your ear, and you buck against him, your hips seeking more friction. His hand on your mouth tightens, and he growls low in his throat, a warning to be quiet.

His fingers trail up your inner thighs, teasing you, making you squirm. You reach for him, your hands pulling at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. He obliges, ripping his shirt off and tossing it aside. His chest is a landscape of muscles, and you can't resist running your hands over his defined abs, his hard pecs.

Yeosang's mouth captures yours again, his tongue exploring, his teeth nipping. His fingers find your clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles. You buck against his hand, your hips seeking more friction, more pressure. You moan into his palm, your eyes rolling back as pleasure courses through you. He chuckles darkly, his fingers hooking into your panties and pulling them to the side.

Two fingers push into you, and you cry out, the sound muffled by his palm. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit. Your hips buck against his hand, chasing the pleasure, and he leans down, his lips wrapping around your nipple as you whine softly.

“Stay quiet, baby.” He speaks softly. “Wouldn’t want Yunho to hear us, would you?” He laughs as you whimper at his words.

You arch into him, your hands gripping his shoulders as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. His fingers curl inside you, hitting that sweet spot, and you come undone, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Your body shakes, and Yeosang's hand on your mouth tightens, keeping your noises muffled against his warm skin.

As you come down from your high, Yeosang pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. His eyes never leave yours, and the intensity in them makes your heart race. He pulls his hand from your mouth, using both hands to pull down his sweatpants and boxers, freeing his hard cock.

He lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, and he positions himself at your entrance. his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. With one swift thrust, he's inside you, filling you completely. You cry out, the sound quickly muffled by his palm coming back to rest over your mouth, and he starts to move, his hips slamming against yours.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice a low rumble. "So wet for me."

He pulls out, flipping you around and pushing your chest against the wall. He grabs your hips with both hands, pulling your ass towards him. He positions himself at your entrance, his cock pressing against you, teasing you. You push back against him, eager for more.

He places a soft kiss between your shoulder blades before entering you again, filling you completely. He starts to move, his hips slamming against your ass, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. You reach back, your hands gripping his thighs, your nails digging into his flesh.

He moves his hand from your hip, his fingers finding your mouth. He slides them inside, his long digits pushing past your lips, filling your mouth. You suck on them reflexively, your tongue swirling around his fingers as he fucks your mouth with them.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "Keep sucking."

He pushes his fingers deeper, hitting the back of your throat. You gag slightly, your eyes watering, but he doesn't let up. He keeps pushing, his fingers sliding in and out of your mouth, fucking your throat with a rough, demanding rhythm.

Every time you make a sound, he pushes his fingers deeper, muffling you, controlling you. You can feel the saliva dripping down your chin, your mouth stretched wide around his fingers. He fucks into you harder, his cock twitches against your walls, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful with my fingers down your throat and your cunt stretched around my cock," he growls, his eyes dark with lust. "So fucking perfect."

He brings the hand still gripping your hip around to circle your clit. You groan around his fingers and he pushes them deeper with a particularly rough thrust.

“Fuck, baby, it’s almost like you want Yunho to hear.” He grins as he feels you clench around him at his words. “My little slut wants an audience?” It’s more of a statement than a question. He’s mocking you.

You whimper as his thrusts get harder, his fingers thrusting in time with his hips. His cock hits so deep it feels like it’s in your stomach, and you can feel another orgasm building. Yeosang's pace quickens, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He leans down, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes locked on your mouth.

"Cum for me, baby." He whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."

His words push you over the edge, and you come undone, your body clenching around him as waves of pleasure wash over you. Yeosang groans, his body tensing as he finds his own release, spilling inside you.

He holds you against the wall, his cock still buried deep inside you, as your bodies come down from the high. His fingers slip out of your mouth and he brushes his thumb gently against your spit-soaked lips.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe. "So perfect."

You smile at him, your cheeks flushed and your body sated. Yeosang pulls out of you and turns you around slowly to face him. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he holds you. 

He places a soft kiss on your forehead before picking you up and carrying you to the bed.

"Stay with me tonight," he whispers, his voice soft and gentle. "Let me hold you."

[teezingme]

Jongho in earrings

Jongho in EARRINGS

JONGHO

IN

EARRINGS

I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

[teezingme]

Rock Will Never Die

Pure smut. MINORS DNI.

This took me almost three weeks. The season's greetings has been eating me alive. So. Omegaverse rock band ateez. 6.7k words of it, which is by far my longest smut. Please enjoy <3

Big thanks to @kpop---scenarios, who helped me decide which members were alphas/betas/omegas, and for generally helping on this one!!! I appreciate you sm!!

Update 2.26.25: Sequel! Go check out Whatever Will We Do?

Update 3.31.25: Second sequel! Go check out Worth It!

Summary: Y/n, manager of rock band Ateez, is out of heat suppressants after a show. Luckily, all 8 members of her band are there to help.

Pairing: Ateez x reader

Includes: omegaverse, LOTSSSSS of smut, porn without plot, omega reader, spitroasting, double penetration, knotting, unprotected sex (you did not come here for sex ed but please be safe irl!!!)

Word count: 6.7k

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You bit your lip as you pawed through your bag, looking for your suppressants. You could taste blood before you found the little orange bottle. You pushed down on it, opening the lid, and—

Empty. Not a single pill left. 

“Fuck.” You whispered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

You turned around. Mingi was standing there, freshly showered in grey sweatpants and a blue T-shirt, a concerned look on his face. 

He looked so fucking good, you restrained yourself from jumping at him then and there. You could feel yourself getting more and more desperate, and you swallowed.

“You smell really anxious.” Hongjoong looked over from where he was relaxing in an armchair, still in his stage makeup and outfit. His striped knit hat was askew on his head. 

“I— well—” You stammered. “I’m— God, this is embarrassing.”

“What?” Mingi raised his eyebrows. “It can’t be that bad.”

You gave a small, involuntary whimper. “I’m out of heat suppressants… and there’s one coming on.”

“Well, shit.” Mingi said softly. “That’s not great.”

“And it’s not like you can really stop it once it starts.” Hongjoong said. 

“Exactly.”

“Hey, calm down.” Mingi’s voice was soothing. “We’ll find a solution for this.”

“What?” You whined. “I don’t have an alpha, and we’re in a hotel, and I don’t have any of my—” You swallowed. “Er, stuff. What’s the solution?”

Mingi and Hongjoong looked at each other for a long moment. “I mean… we could help you.”

You’d been the manager of Ateez for about a year now. They’d always been incredibly talented, but they’d needed someone with your managerial and business sense to catapult them into the stardom they now enjoyed. 

And as their manager, to make sure they maintained that stardom, you had to keep close with them. Ride on the tour bus with them, stay in the same hotel rooms, go to all the same bars and after parties. 

(Okay, so maybe you had some personal motives to that, too. Maybe the members of Ateez were the eight hottest men you’d ever seen. Maybe you fantasized about the aspects of them you saw both on and off stage. Maybe you thought about them when you were at home on your heat days, fucking yourself with a toy.)

But you’d never thought you’d be alone in a hotel room with two of the group’s four alphas with no heat suppressants. 

Especially not with them offering to help you.

They must’ve noticed your hesitation, because Hongjoong smiled softly. “If you don’t want us to, we don’t have to.”

“No! No, help— help— please help me.” You stammered, then more quietly added, “I need you.” 

“Shit.” Mingi said. “You’re all desperate.”

“I’m going into heat.” You huffed. “Of course I’m desperate.”

“No, I know. It’s just hot. You want a knot?”

His teasing sent a wave of arousal through you. “Stop it.”

“I don’t think so.” He smirked. “I like watching you squirm, y/n.”

You could feel slick leaking out of your hole, and you bit your lip.

“Enough, Min.” Hongjoong stood up. “I’m the captain, I’m going first.”

“Aw, but I don’t want to wait.” Mingi pouted. 

“Contact the others while I fuck her, then you guys can watch while you all wait your turn.”

You gave a long moan from where you were still crouched beside your bag. Hongjoong looked at you. “Slut. You like the idea of all of us fucking you, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. Hongjoong had never talked to you like this before, always sweet and gentlemanly as could be.

“When you text Woo, tell him he owes me.” Hongjoong said to Mingi, but he kept his eyes on you. “She seems to like being degraded, so I won that bet. Get on the bed for me, pretty.”

“Bet?” You obeyed, getting onto the bed.

“Me and Woo have had some money on your kinks.” He said, as if this were a perfectly normal thing to do.

Mingi snickered. “Pervert.”

You were, inexplicably, into this, and Hongjoong could tell it made you hornier. He laughed. “You smell even sweeter. You like that? Me and Wooyoung talking about how we’d like to fuck you?”

“Mhm.” You whined. “Can— um, can…” You trailed off, realizing how desperate your request sounded. 

“Use your words.” Hongjoong climbed onto the bed, over you, trapping you beneath him. “What is it?”

“Can you fuck me at the same time?” You whispered. 

Hongjoong grinned, turning over his shoulder. “Mingi, you can tell Woo there’s a consolation prize for losing.”

You whined as he looked back at you. “Please, Joong. Alpha. Need you.”

He slid his hand into your hair and pulled you into a searing kiss. “Need you too, pretty. Take all those clothes off, you’re not gonna need them.”

You hurried to obey him, getting your shirt and skirt off as fast as you could. 

“Look at your body.” He murmured, his eyes raking over you. “Absolutely beautiful.”

You blushed, more slick leaking out of you. “Please, Hongjoong.”

“Ah-ah.” He raised his eyebrows. “You call me alpha, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” You whispered. “Please, alpha.”

He smirked. “How can I resist when you ask so nicely?”

You whimpered as his hand came down to rub at your pussy. His touch felt so good, and all you wanted was to whine and rut into his hand, but you restrained yourself.

“So well-behaved.” He remarked, pulling his hand back and rubbing his fingers together, watching your slick drip down his hand. “I just know you’re gonna feel so good around me.” With that, he pushed three fingers inside you, and you moaned. 

“Fuck, Hong—alpha.” You breathed. “Feels so good, alpha. I… I want your cock, though.”

“Greedy little thing.” He laughed softly. “You’re gonna fucking get it, aren’t you? So be patient.”

You bit your lip again as he began rubbing his thumb around your clit. “Does that feel good, pretty? Is that what you need?”

You swallowed. It was a trick question, and you weren’t going to answer it.

“Answer me.” He added a fourth finger. 

“Ah! Yes, it’s good, but I need more, please, Joong—alpha!” 

He sighed. “Can’t even remember what to call me. I guess I just gotta fuck that disobedience out of you, don’t I?”

“Yes.” You squeaked. “Yes, you do.”

Hongjoong pulled down his pants, freeing his hard cock. Your mouth began to water at the sight. He threw them across the room. “Mingi, when are the others coming?” You’d forgotten he was even there.

“Soon, I think.” 

You looked over Hongjoong’s shoulder to see Mingi watching you, his phone in his hand, practically drooling. 

“Good.” Hongjoong said. “I want to make good on Woo’s consolation prize.”

Fuck. He’d been serious? You couldn’t wait for Wooyoung to arrive. 

Hongjoong pushed his cock through your folds, coating it in slick. “So messy, pretty.”

You just watched him, breathing hard. 

He lined himself up with your entrance. You could just feel him starting to press himself in when there was the loud sound of a door opening. You, Hongjoong, and Mingi all turned around to look at it. 

San and Seonghwa walked in, both dressed in dark t-shirts and sweatpants. San’s eyebrows were raised as he took in the sight. “Oh, look at that, Hongjoong’s about to fuck y/n. What did you say, Mingi? She’s in heat?”

You could hear the smirk in Mingi’s voice. “Yeah, she’s definitely in heat.”

You didn’t even realize you’d started breathing so hard until Seonghwa walked over to you and put a hand over your mouth. “There. You can start, Joongie.”

“Don’t need your permission.” Hongjoong sounded a bit irked, but grinned at Seonghwa as he slid inside you. You moaned long and loud into Seonghwa’s hand. You felt so full… but it still wasn’t enough.

“Fuck me.” You asked, and it came out muffled, but Hongjoong could definitely tell what you meant because he laughed meanly.

“Is there something you want, pretty? Use your words, I can’t hear you.”

“Fuck me, alpha, please.” You tried again, and you could hear Seonghwa’s snicker. 

Hongjoong looked up at Seonghwa, pursing his lips. Seonghwa leaned down and gave him a long kiss. You were a little surprised. You didn’t know they did that. 

Hongjoong looked at you after a moment. “I guess I can start fucking her now.”

“You should.” Seonghwa took his hand away from your mouth. “She was about to bite my finger or something. She’s so fucking horny.”

You wanted to snap out that you were in heat, of course you were fucking horny, but you held back. You wanted to submit, to be a good girl (to be their good girl) more.

“Fuck.” San said from where he sat on the end of the bed. “Damn, she’s so wet, I call next.”

“I was here first.” Mingi said indignantly.

Hongjoong abruptly pulled his hips back before snapping them back into you. You gave a long moan. This was what you needed, someone to fuck you long and deep and hard, into the mattress, someone to fuck a litter into you, someone to knot you and breed you and—

San cut into your thoughts. “No, I said it first. You and I both know the second someone starts to dominate you you’re gonna want to be a good boy, so shut up before I have to punish you.”

San’s voice was smug, or you thought so, most of the thoughts had left your head as Hongjoong had started to fuck you in earnest. His cock was so big, and so good, and filled you up just right. You couldn’t fucking wait for him to knot you. 

Mingi and San went suspiciously quiet. Honestly, though, you didn’t even care who won the argument, who got your body next, so long as they kept going the way Hongjoong was going. 

The door clicked open again, and you whined as Hongjoong stopped. “Alpha, can you please— why’d you stop?”

“Wooyoung.” Seonghwa’s voice was practically a purr. 

You shivered. Wooyoung. 

“Hey, Woo, get over here.”

Wooyoung was in a black satin robe, a sash tied around his waist. His hair was wet, like he’d just gotten out of the shower. He smiled as he saw you. “Oh, God, you’re so gorgeous like this.”

“Right?” Hongjoong thrust inside again. “She feels so fucking tight. Want her mouth?”

Your eyes widened as Wooyoung smiled. “D’you want me, baby?”

“Yes.” 

Hongjoong pulled out for a brief moment to readjust, and you whined at the sudden emptiness. 

“Shh, pretty, it’s gonna be okay, you’ll be so full soon.” He murmured to you, helping you move so your head dangled over the side of the bed. You looked up to see Wooyoung untying his robe, revealing absolutely nothing underneath. He left it on, untied, as he gently pulled you close to him.

You were practically salivating at this point. His cock looked so good. He was gonna fill your mouth up, and Hongjoong—

Before you could finish your thought, Hongjoong pushed back inside you. You moaned, and Wooyoung took the opportunity to slide into your mouth. “So good for me.” He murmured, holding onto your hair. 

It felt so good, being full from both ends. “Fuck me.” You moaned, although it came out muffled and distorted around Wooyoung’s cock. “Fuck me, alpha.”

Hongjoong grunted and began to do as you’d asked, aligning his thrusts with Wooyoung’s so you were pushed back and forth between them. 

Through your cock-drunk haze you could hear Mingi whining. Your eyes darted over to him as best you could, only to see San pulling his cock out and slapping Mingi across the face with it before grabbing onto his hair. “Open up, slut.”

Mingi obeyed, his tongue lolling out. San groaned as he started to fuck Mingi’s face. Even just from glimpses you could see San’s cock was huge, much bigger than most betas. It was bigger than some alphas you’d seen, even.

You couldn’t wait for it to fuck you.

Hongjoong noticed. “Like watching Sannie fuck Mingi’s face, pretty?”

You moaned in the affirmative, spit leaking out around Wooyoung’s cock.

“Fuck, so messy.” Wooyoung sighed. “Such a good girl.”

That sent another shiver through you, and you looked up at him through your lashes. He sighed again. “Fuck, keep looking at me like that and I just won’t stop.”

You didn’t want him to stop. You looked at him for another moment before looking back over to San and Mingi, who were still… busy. 

Hongjoong and Wooyoung kept going as you watched them. San slapped Mingi, and as you watched his hands drifted down to his lap. San slapped him again. “No, bad boy. You don’t touch that alpha cock. That’s my job.”

“Fuck, San, tell him.” Wooyoung’s fingers tightened in your hair. “Make him be a good boy.”

Wooyoung’s commentary on San and Mingi’s oral was only making you wetter. It was really fucking hot to watch him make Mingi submit, and to see how whiny and teary Mingi got when he was being fucked, even in his mouth. You wondered what he’d look like with a cock at both ends. Like you.

Wooyoung and Hongjoong kept going, kept using you. Your body jerked between the two of them. You were mostly along for the ride. You could feel the slick between your legs as Hongjoong kept fucking into your pussy, and Wooyoung’s hands in your hair turned almost gentle, combing through it as he continued with your mouth. 

It was a nice contrast, Hongjoong rutting into you like a feral animal while Wooyoung stroked your hair and shallowly fucked your mouth. You closed your eyes. 

You opened them a second later as a loud whimper filled the room. You looked over to see Seonghwa yanking Mingi’s hair back, pulling him off San’s cock. “Sannie doesn’t get to cum yet, he’s not wasting it on you.”

Before you could see what they did next, Wooyoung’s hands suddenly fisted in your hair, pulling you down onto his cock. “Fuck, y/n, I’m gonna cum.” He held you in place, his hips moving madly. He was in your throat at this point, and fuck it felt so good to be so full at both ends, to be used so thoroughly by your band members. 

Wooyoung came, and you tried your best to be a good girl, to take it all, to let him use you, but you coughed as he pulled back.

“Good slut.” He whispered, leaning down to peck your forehead. 

You looked up at him with glazed eyes. “Good for you?”

“So good for me.” He smiled. 

You turned over your shoulder. “Please, need a knot.”

“A knot?” Hongjoong’s smirk was evident even in his somewhat breathless voice. “You want a knot, why not beg alpha for it?”

“Please!” You cried out, uncaring if you woke up the whole hotel. “Please, alpha, need your knot, need it so bad.” 

Hongjoong laughed, but it was more of a loud exhale with the effort of his thrusts. “I’ll give you a knot.”

He pushed into you, and you could feel something stretching you wide. 

Hongjoong’s knot. 

He came, deep inside you, his knot inflating. Wooyoung pressed a hand to your stomach, grinning at the way you felt full. “You really bred her, huh, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong reached around to hug you. “C’mon, pretty, relax with me.”

You hummed, pliant, laying down with Hongjoong as he curled up on the bed. Wooyoung joined you, pulling a blanket over your connected forms and cuddling into your other side.

“Thanks Woo, thanks, Joong.” You whispered. 

“No need to thank us.” Wooyoung kissed your neck, long and leisurely. “Always glad to fuck our favorite girl’s mouth. Whenever you want it.”

Hongjoong moved his leg, readjusting. You held back a moan at the slight motion of his cock inside you. “Yeah, we really should be thanking you, for letting us help you through your heat.”

“It’s not over yet.” You mumbled. “I’ve got a knot in me now, but as soon as it goes down… my heats tend to last some time.”

“Well, luckily for you, there are eight of us.” Hongjoong smiled.

The bed dipped as someone else got on. Wooyoung groaned in protest. “Hwa, let us have our moment.”

Seonghwa laughed softly. “I just wanted to join, not trying to ruin any moments.” 

You absently started to stroke Wooyoung’s hair with one hand while you reached out for Seonghwa with the other. 

Seonghwa smiled, leaning down to kiss you. “So beautiful, but you’re a needy thing, aren’t you?”

Out of the band’s members, you loved all of them in their own ways, but Seonghwa had always held a special allure. He was incredibly talented. The man played guitar and did vocals, none of the other members filled multiple roles like that. And he was sex on legs when he was onstage, singing duets with frontman San like they were in love. It drove the fangirls insane. 

And you, but that wasn’t something you’d wanted to admit until now. 

“Needy.” You nodded in agreement.

  Seonghwa gave you another, longer kiss. This one was sweet, but it had an undercurrent of seduction that yanked you in and kept you there. He was trying to turn you on again, and though Hongjoong’s knot was still locked inside you, it would not be a difficult task.

“Hwa… Joong’s still inside me.” You whined. 

Seonghwa bit your earlobe, making you twitch and gasp and arch your back. Hongjoong’s dick twitched inside you at that, and he groaned. 

“Well, as soon as he’s done, it’s my turn, isn’t it?”

The words sent shivers through you. “I thought San and Mingi were arguing about that.”

“They’re still… busy.” 

You looked over Seonghwa’s shoulder to see San sitting in the armchair Hongjoong had been in earlier, scrolling on his phone. His legs were spread, and Mingi knelt between them. “Don’t drool on my pants.” San said, his voice bored, but you could see the little smile tugging at his mouth. 

“Fuck.” You whispered. “That’s hot.”

“Mingi and San like to be rough.” Seonghwa smiled. “It’s quite fun to watch. You’ll have to join us more often.”

Hongjoong let out a strangled moan as you clenched down on him. You had no idea what they were, you had no idea what you were with them. You did know, however, that you loved them, and they loved you. And now everyone was fucking, you guessed? But whatever. It seemed to work.

And it seemed you’d fit in with them quite well.

 But you didn’t dwell on that too long, because when Seonghwa kissed you again, another wave of slick rushed out of you.

“Hongjoong.” You whimpered. “I need— I need—”

“I know.” Hongjoong kissed your neck. Wooyoung joined in, too, licking up the other side. “It’ll go down in just a second, and then Seonghwa can take his turn.” 

The phrasing, his turn, turned you on so much. Seonghwa, just like the others, got to use your body. They all would. 

You couldn’t help yourself, you rocked your body back onto Hongjoong’s cock. He hissed in overstimulation. You tried to be kind, to think of him, but your body just wanted to be fucked, more and more and more. You just held yourself back. 

They kept kissing you for a few more minutes, your body burning, until Hongjoong’s knot started to go down. You whined as he pulled out, suddenly empty. “Seonghwa…”

“I know, baby.” He got his pants off, and you almost started drooling at the sight of his long cock.

Seonghwa slid inside you, and you sighed at the sensation. “Fuck...”

Hongjoong and Wooyoung went off to shower, kissing you one more time before they left. Seonghwa set a languid pace, rolling his hips deep inside you. You were both panting after a few minutes, and you threw your head back. “Need it harder, alpha.”

Seonghwa laughed softly. “Alpha? I’m a beta, baby, but I’m happy to fuck you harder.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Sorry, Hwa, I didn’t mean to…”

Seonghwa stopped for a moment to kiss your head. “Nothing to apologize for. If anything, it’s kind of a compliment. But I know you need a knot right now.”

You swallowed, nodding.

Seonghwa thrust into you a few more times before turning over his shoulder with a sly smile. “Mingi, get your submissive ass over here.”

Mingi pulled off of San’s cock, his eyes heavily lidded, spit dripping down his chin. He looked obscene, fucked-out without even having been fucked. 

“You heard him.” San patted his cheek just softly enough to be a pat and not a slap. “Get over there.”

“Mhm.” Mingi climbed onto the bed, sitting in front of Seonghwa. 

He smiled. “Such a good boy… why doesn’t our good fuckpet satisfy y/n? Give her the knot she needs.” His voice was patronizing, condescending, but based on the significant bulge in Mingi’s pants, he was getting off on it. 

Mingi nodded. “Wanna be a good boy for you, sir. Wanna make y/n feel good.”

A shiver ran through you. 

“Why don’t you take off your clothes, then, and lay down on your back.” Seonghwa raised his eyebrows. “That’s not a suggestion, Mingi.”

Mingi squeaked, moving faster than you’d ever seen him move to get his pants and shirt off. He propped himself up on the pillows, looking at Seonghwa with wide eyes. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his cock, standing hard and full.

Seonghwa smiled and scratched his head. Mingi leaned into his hand. “Good boy. Y/n, why don’t you come ride him for me?”

You inhaled sharply and pulled away from Seonghwa’s cock, instead positioning yourself over Mingi’s and grabbing onto his shoulder. He looked at you with the most pathetic, desperate expression you’d ever seen. “Please, y/n.”

You sank onto his cock, moaning as every inch of it filled you up. He whimpered as you seated yourself fully on him, staying still for a moment to adjust to his size. 

“Go on, baby. Use him.” Seonghwa encouraged, voice smooth as satin.

You took a breath and began to bounce on Mingi’s cock, moaning as he hit that spot inside you with every motion. Like the rest of him, his cock was big, and you were euphoric as you felt it deep inside you.

Seonghwa tilted your head towards him. You didn’t stop fucking yourself on Mingi, but you looked at him.

“Aw.” He simpered. “So sweet. The subs are playing nice. You wanna kiss me, baby?”

You nodded enthusiastically, desperately. “Yes, Seonghwa.”

“Sir.” He reminded you.

“Yes, sir.” You rushed to correct yourself. 

“Good.” He murmured, leaning in. He gave you a long kiss that might’ve been sweet if he hadn’t started biting your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth.

Mingi’s whines were a sweet soundtrack to Seonghwa’s kisses. He sounded so desperate and submissive, a far cry from the Mingi you knew onstage or even off. 

“Can Mingi fuck me now?” You whined against Seonghwa’s mouth. “I’m tired.”

“Of course, baby.” Seonghwa helped position the two of you so Mingi could start fucking into you. He rubbed Mingi’s back for a moment before suddenly scratching down his spine. Mingi moaned, arching his back and pushing his cock deep into you.

“Good boy.” Seonghwa whispered. “Y/n wants you to fuck her, so make sure you do a good job.”

Mingi began rutting into you with the same fervor that Hongjoong had, only with a lot more whimpering and big puppy eyes. “Am I doing good for you, sir?”

Seonghwa grabbed Mingi’s hair and forced him to look at you. “Ask her if you’re doing good.” He looked at you. “Baby, be honest.”

“Am— am I doing good?” Mingi’s voice was small.

“So full.” You said, your voice breathy. “So good, Mingi, Seonghwa… Mingi,  don’t stop.”

Seonghwa laughed meanly. “For someone with such a nice cock, it’s kind of funny how little Mingi uses it.”  He yanked his head back. “He loves being stuffed full so much. So I’m sure this is a nice change of pace for him.”

Mingi looked at him. “She’s so tight… I’m gonna… sir, I can’t last much longer.”

“Knot her. Give her what she wants.” Seonghwa leaned down to speak into your ear. “He’s gonna breed you so full, isn’t he?”

Mingi pushed into you one last time before his knot expanded and you were locked together. You could feel him start to cum inside you, and you whined, shaking as your own orgasm overtook you.

When you came back into reality, Mingi was collapsed by your side, breathing hard. Seonghwa was furiously working his hand on his cock, and you watched, transfixed. 

“Good boy, Mingi.” He breathed. “Good girl, y/n. You both did so good for me.”

You made a pleased noise, and that seemed to send him over the edge. He spilled onto his fist, his hips jerking up into it.

“’M sorry I wanted a knot.” You muttered, feeling bad Seonghwa didn’t get to finish inside you.

“Don’t apologize, baby.” Seonghwa said, looking around for a towel. “You have no idea how much I like watching.”

Your face got hot at the words. “Oh… well… that’s good.”

He finally found one, wiping off his hands. Mingi wrapped his arms around you as Seonghwa laid down on your other side. You were sandwiched in a giant Minhwa hug, and it was heavenly. 

You didn’t quite fall asleep, but you were definitely drifting off cuddling with them. Having a knot inside you and two of your eight favorite people in the world with you made you feel happy and safe.

You heard the door open, but you didn’t care enough to look and see who it was, at least not until someone came over to you, and you heard two people messily kissing.

You opened your half-asleep eyes to see Mingi and Yunho making out, almost directly over your face. It was quite a sight to wake up to, and you moaned almost without realizing it. 

They broke apart, both smiling down at you. 

“Hi, sunshine.” Yunho leaned down to peck your forehead, and Mingi adjusted, moving his cock inside you. You whined at that, oversensitive but your body still craving more. 

They ignored you, kissing each other again. You could feel Mingi’s knot starting to go down, and you pushed yourself back onto him, chasing the fullness. It was too late, though, he was pulling out, whispering an apology to you. “Sorry, Yunho’s gonna go next, though, okay?”

Your body was so hot, the ache between your legs so strong that you just looked at Mingi with big eyes. “Is he gonna fuck me?”

Yunho laughed. “Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll just make you lay there and stay still. Hold me deep inside you.”

You take a deep breath, trying to keep it together, but Yunho continues.

“You just wanna get fucked so bad, isn’t that right, you want me to breed you and make it feel so good… maybe I’ll just make you take me the way I want it, hm?”

You knew Yunho was an alpha. But he’d always been sweet and kind to you. He’d never teased you like this.

His large hands moved over your form, caressing you, your tits, your waist, your ass, rubbing your pussy. You stretched out, opening yourself up to all of him. 

He laughed and unzipped his pants, revealing his cock straining against his boxers. You whimpered just looking at the bulge. 

“Stop teasing, Yunho.” Seonghwa’s voice was playful. “Don’t you see how much she needs it?”

You gave Seonghwa a grateful look before turning your attention back to Yunho. “Please, Yunho.”

“I love your begging.” He smiled, but there was no kindness in it. It was toothy, almost predatory. He completely took his pants off and positioned himself over you like he was about to fuck you. His boxers were still on, and the cotton rubbed against your clit as he rubbed against you. You whined weakly, feeling almost dizzy with the need to be full.

“What did I say, Yunho.” Seonghwa’s voice was firmer now. “She’s in heat. Be nice.”

Yunho sighed, and before you knew what he was doing, you were flipped on your stomach, your knees propped up under you and your face pressed into the pillows. 

“You wanna get fucked?” Yunho’s voice was almost a growl. Clearly he was not happy at Seonghwa’s interference. “I’ll fuck you, sunshine.”

A thrill went through your body at his roughness. You could feel his tip at your entrance, and you took a deep breath. 

Yunho pushed inside in one swift motion, and the breath you’d just taken whooshed out of your lungs. He was so deep inside you, so big, so good…

And then he started moving. With every deep thrust, you felt like you might cum that second. He was so rough, his fingers digging into your hips. You knew for sure there would be bruises the next morning. 

Yunho fucked you like he hated you, and as he leaned over your back, you could feel he was still wearing his sweater and buttons from the show. The pins felt cold on your back, and you shivered. 

“You like it like that? You like it when I fuck you rough?”

You nodded. “Yes, alpha.” 

“You know, you really should share with Sannie.” Seonghwa’s voice was light, lilting. “He’s been waiting so patiently.”

You could hear rustling behind you, and a whimper that sounded like Mingi’s. It was probably San standing up, and you wondered if Mingi had returned to sucking him off as soon as his knot had gone down and he’d left the bed.

Yunho fucking growled. 

You whined, the display of dominance turning you on more, but the rest of the room went silent. 

“I’m so sorry.” Yunho said immediately, stilling his hips. “Oh my God, I did not mean to do that.”

“It’s okay.” San said, and he sounded genuine. “Take your time with y/n, I’ll get my turn after.”

You did your best to stay still, trying not to ruin their conversation, but you needed him fucking inside you. 

“Thank you, San.” Yunho’s voice turned to you. “You alright, sunshine?”

“Mhm.” Your voice was small. “Yes, Alpha.”

“You want more?” Yunho’s voice turned smooth, slippery. 

“Yes.” You breathed.

“Yunho?” 

You pushed yourself up from the bed at that voice. “Yeosang?” You hadn’t even heard him come in.

But there he was, sitting cross legged on the bed beside you. You could see the fabric between his legs was dark, clinging to his thighs with slick. 

“What is it, baby?” Yunho hummed.

Yeosang bit his lip. “I fear… y/n may be sending me into heat.”

Your head nearly spun at that. One omega sending another into heat was not something that happened often, not unless the pheromones were just right. It had to be the scents of the alphas in the room who’d already fucked you who had a relationship to Yeosang, right? It couldn’t be you?

Yeosang smelled sweet, smelled needy. You whined. 

“Hey, Sannie? I have an idea.” Seonghwa said. “Why don’t you fuck Yeosang while you wait your turn.”

“Fuck.” San sighed. “I would love to, but I gotta keep disciplining this little slut for now.” There was a strangled noise from probably Mingi. 

You could hear Seonghwa’s smirk in his voice. “Joong? Wanna get over here and fill Sangie up?”

“I can do that.”

You’d almost forgotten about Hongjoong and Wooyoung. You looked around for them and saw Wooyoung laying on the other bed, watching, as Hongjoong got up to position Yeosang beside you. 

He smiled at you. “Hi, y/n.”

“Hi, Yeosang.” You breathed. He was so beautiful, still in his stage makeup, with bronze blush and little star freckles dotting his cheeks. “You’re so pretty.”

“You’re pretty.” 

“Can I kiss Yeosang?” You looked over your shoulder at Yunho.

He laughed, thrusting his hips into you. Your head fell back on the pillow in front of you. 

“Yeah, you can kiss him.”

You pulled your head up and looked at Yeosang for a moment, just taking him in. His expression went blissed-out for a moment as Hongjoong slid inside him, and you took that opportunity to pull his face to yours and kiss him.

“Mm, y/n.” He moaned into your mouth. “You taste so good.”

“Wooyoung.” You explained. 

You and Yeosang kept kissing, your hands slowly getting a little more exploratory with each other, while Yunho fucked you and Hongjoong fucked him. It felt so fucking good to have him inside you, and to have two pairs of warm hands on your body. 

You were dimly aware of Seonghwa moving to the other bed, and based on the sounds you were hearing he was touching Wooyoung, but you were too caught up in Yunho and Yeosang to really care. 

You could barely breathe for the size of Yunho’s cock inside you. He wasn’t quite as big as Mingi, but he still felt delicious inside you, hitting spots inside you that made you sigh and whine in pleasure. This was a side of him you’d never seen, and it made you feel so good.

“Fuck me.” You whined. 

“I am, sunshine.” Yunho gripped your hips tighter. “You’re already kissing Sangie, do you need someone else to come over and shut you up with their cock?” His voice turned into a whisper that edged on a growl. “No one else is touching you till I’m done with you.”

Yunho’s possessiveness was really fucking hot. He was a man possessed, fucking you with the fervor of an acolyte worshipping their god. 

Yeosang whimpered, and you looked at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, tears beading at their corners, and his mouth was wide. You wondered what he’d look like choking on someone’s cock— Mingi’s giant one, maybe. Although it seemed from what Seonghwa had said he wasn’t going to be fucking anyone’s face. Maybe they used Yeosang as a punishment. He’d have to hold Mingi in his mouth while Mingi stayed completely still. You could see it in your mind’s eye, Mingi looking at Hwa or Hongjoong and absolutely begging to thrust down Yeosang’s throat, and them denying him time after time. Maybe he’d even cry.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a particularly rough thrust from Yunho, and you cried out as you felt his knot starting to build at your entrance. “Fuck, Yunho, knot me, please.” You cried. 

“Beg a little harder.” He snarled. 

“Please, please, Yunho, please!” 

“That’s it.” He held you in a punishing grip, forcing his knot into you. You held your hand to your stomach, feeling the bulge of him inside you. He began to cum, groaning, and your orgasm hit you at the same moment. You arched your back, pushing you into a kiss with Yeosang, who returned it with a whine.

Yunho slumped on top of you, pressing a kiss onto your back. “You feel so fucking good, sunshine. Taking my cock so good.”

You sighed. “You feel so good, Yunho.”

The door opened one more time. You knew who it had to be. 

“Jongho.” San said. “Welcome to the orgy!” 

You could smell him as soon as he walked into the room. You’d forgotten he’d started entering pre-rut right after the show, and had decided to sequester himself in his room. It seemed Mingi’s text had encouraged him to come take a turn with you. 

Yunho’s knot went down quickly, deflating at the scent of another alpha clearly ready to fuck you into submission. The look in Jongho’s eyes was downright predatory, but the rest of his expression looked a bit nervous. He was chewing on his lip. “Hey y/n… do you still… need someone?”

You could feel yourself growing distressed at the sensation of so many ateez member’s cum leaking out of you. “Yes, Jongho, please, I need you to fill me up.”

Jongho’s clothes were off him in a flash, and he was on top of you. You were briefly worried that Yunho would get aggressive again, but he seemed spent, moving to take your place making out with Yeosang on the other half of the bed. 

“Not so fast, Choi.” San stood up. “I’ve been waiting though everyone else, it’s my turn.”

Jongho looked thoughtful for a moment. “What if we shared?”

San raised his eyebrows. “I’m listening.”

“I’ll get inside her… and then you can join me.” He looked between your legs. “I think her little hole can take it.”

You clenched around nothing, breathing hard. The thought of both of them inside you at the same time, fucking you in rhythm, was almost more than your heat-addled brain could handle. You needed them so bad you could barely even get out a whine, your desire choking you.

San smiled. “I like that idea.”

Jongho lined himself up with you, everyone’s cum and your slick making it an easy slide inside. You still gasped as he filled you up. Jongho was so thick, you wondered how San would fit. 

“Fuck.” Jongho’s voice was low. “I’m gonna knot you so hard.”

You took a shaky breath, lifting your hips weakly in an effort to get him to move. 

He laughed and grabbed your legs, starting to push in and out. Your eyes started to lose focus. 

“San, get over here.”

You weren’t even paying attention to how they were positioning themselves, your eyes fixed on the ceiling, but you could feel a finger enter beside Jongho’s cock. 

The stretch was so good. It was intense, but you could handle it. You wanted more. You wanted both of them. 

“More.” You choked out. 

“Slut.” San bit out. “I’ll give you more.” He bypassed two fingers and skipped straight to three. “Good, taking it so well. You’re gonna need to be prepared if you want both of us.”

“Want both of you.”

San sighed. “So impatient.” You could feel something bigger pressing at your entrance, beside Jongho. San swore, Jongho made a high noise, and you panted as he slowly pushed himself inside of you. 

“Beautiful.” Jongho reached down to brush away a piece of your hair. “Beautiful girl.”

You made a pleased noise.

And then you couldn’t make any noise at all as they began to fuck you, alternating thrusts. First San’s cock, then Jongho’s, then San’s, then Jongho’s. It was so much, and the rhythm was uneven at the beginning, making it even nicer when they settled into it. You were overstimulated, your body trembling and leaking slick and taking it so well, as Jongho and San kept telling you.

The room had descended into debauchery. Hongjoong and Yeosang were still going at it, with Yunho stroking Yeosang’s cock. Seonghwa and Wooyoung had begun to fuck Mingi from both ends, and he looked like he was in heaven. And of course Jongho and San were both deep inside you.

You hadn’t expected your night to go like this, not even a little bit, but you were so glad for the turn it had taken.

Jongho groaned. “I’m gonna cum, Sannie.”

San sighed. “Ugh, fine.” He moved up towards your face and held his cock in front of your mouth. “Get me off, y/n.”

You practically started salivating at the sight of his cock, opening your mouth and starting to lick at his tip. 

Jongho gave a few more strong thrusts before his knot inflated. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he locked himself inside you and started to cum, weakly sucking on San. 

As your orgasm passed, you flopped on your back, completely exhausted. 

“It’s okay, baby, I can finish myself off.” San whispered, kissing your forehead. “You were so good for us.” 

You finally felt satiated for the night, satisfied, now that all eight of your boys had had the chance to take a turn with you. Your heat hadn’t broken yet, but you felt safe now. If you had them with you, everything would be okay.

And as the rest of them finished up and crawled on the bed to cuddle with you and the others, you thought that this was what a pack must feel like. 

[teezingme]

PAINKILLER ── k.hj

synopsis ; dating such a well-known guitarist came with its perks, but also comes with its downfalls. one day, a fangirl managed to get up close and personal with your boyfriend, and it left a sour taste in your mouth to which you ended up taking that frustration out on hongjoong who was quick to put you back in your place.

pairing(s) ; bf!hongjoong x f!reader

☆ ── wc. ; 3.6k ☆ ── genre ; guitarist!hongjoong, angst if you squint, smut ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, reader is a bit jelly and a brat, choking, oral (f. receiving), biting/marking, manhandling, unprotected sex, rough sex, begging, teasing, mean dom!hongjoong x bratty sub!reader, clit play, orgasm denial, edging, petnames (babygirl, baby, princess, sweetheart...), dumbification, bondage, spanking, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, possessiveness, lmk if I missed anything!!

You loved it when your boyfriend performed with his band, god you loved it so much. He always looked like he was having the time of his life on that stage, but something you didn’t love? All of the attention he got from the crowd of fangirls around you. They all were screaming the names of every member but you couldn’t help but pinpoint Hongjoong’s name specifically. 

Now, most of the time, their screams and comments didn’t bug you; they were his fans, and they were just showing him support. However, tonight there were countless girls that had managed to squeeze past security and got to Hongjoong, begging him for an autograph or a photo.

Then there was that one girl who left you in a sour mood for the rest of the night. She had pushed past security, and you offered her a smile, thinking that she was just going to ask him for an autograph like the others had.

But she didn’t.

No, she stepped right into his personal space and grabbed his arm before showing her phone with the camera open. Hongjoong laughed nervously, not quite sure what to do in this situation, and when he looked over at you, he knew that you were not enjoying the sight. Not a bit.

He inevitably agreed to the photo and tried to pull away from the girl, but her grip was strong. She smiled up at him brightly before lifting the camera to take the picture, but her smile dropped a little when she saw you in the background. Lowering her phone, she looked over at you with faux doe eyes but a stupid smug grin on her lips, which only pushed your buttons even more.

“Could you get out of the way?” Her voice was sweet, but it was more of a statement rather than a question.

With a scoff, you glared at her before looking over at Hongjoong, who was giving you apologetic eyes. Rolling your eyes, you let your arms that were once crossed over your chest fall to your sides, “Whatever, I’ll be out in the crowd.” 

“Babe!” Hongjoong called out to you, trying to catch your arm before you got too far, but the girl clung to his arm, not giving him a chance to. Swallowing thickly, he watched as you stormed off before looking over at the girl, “Sorry, but I can’t right now.” He shook her off with a bit of force before taking off after you.

She let out a pathetic whine before going to follow him, but a guard finally intervened and stopped her.

Hongjoong rounded the corner and saw you just about to walk out into the main hall of the venue, but thankfully was able to grab your arm.

“Hey.” His voice was soft as he pulled you away from the door, but all you could feel was that anger from just moments before.

“Let me go.” Your tone was harsh as you pulled your wrist out of his grasp, “don’t you have a picture to take?”

Hongjoong’s jaw tensed as you glared at him, even more so when you wouldn’t even let him try to explain. What truly was the straw that broke the camel's back was when you rolled your eyes and walked away from him.

“Y/n!” He called for you as you walked out the door, his hand catching it before it shut. However, the sound of his manager telling him that they were on in five stopped him. Grumbling curses to himself, he reluctantly went back to his dressing room for finishing touches before joining the guys.

–

After the concert, Hongjoong was quick to bypass all of the fans and to his car, where he knew you would be. You had been the only thing on his mind the entirety of the concert. Finding you out in the crowd wasn’t very hard when you wore that cherry red top you knew he liked. However, the way you weren’t even looking at him, but the other members got under his skin and quickly at that. 

Once the encore was over, he told the guards that he needed to leave and left the guys to meet the fans while he went to find you. Stepping outside into the cool air, he made a beeline for where his car was parked.

He let out a sigh when he saw you leaning against the vehicle, arms crossed over your body to keep some of the warmth in. Walking over, he reached out and grabbed your waist, pulling you into his body.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” His voice was deep, and his eyes bore into you, sending a chill down your spine, but you were still in a sour mood, and you pushed away from him.

“Didn’t want to. Now unlock the car.” You sassed as you tried to step away from him, but you didn’t make it very far when he had his hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back to him.

“What’s with the attitude?” He asked, annoyance starting to shoot through the roof from your brattiness. You only rolled your eyes, ready to just leave, but a small gasp fell from your lips when he grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks and making you look up at him. “You better watch it babygirl. Otherwise, I’ll have to set you straight.” He growled, and you scoffed, not even entirely meaning to.

“Why don’t you go set that other girl straight? She seemed like she’d enjoy it.” You hissed, tugging at his wrist and eyes burning in annoyance.

Hongjoong then started to understand where this was all coming from, he had thought you would have calmed down during the concert, but it seems he guessed wrong. He started to open his mouth, but you were quicker than him.

“Wooyoung even offered me a ride home, should’ve taken him up on the offer.” You added, but a small squeak fell from your lips when his grip tightened.

His jaw tightened, trying his best to fight off the anger that was building, you were pushing his button, and he was damn near at his limit. Releasing your face he grabbed your arm and pulled you off of the car before opening the door.

“Get in the damn car, y/n, and I don’t wanna hear another word until we get home.” He told you with a hint of finality, and you wanted to tell him no, but the cold was starting to settle into your bones, so reluctantly, you got into the seat. Hongjoong waited until you were fully in before slamming the door shut, causing you to jump slightly.

You didn’t even bother watching as he rounded the car to get into the driver's seat; no, you just pulled your phone out of your pocket and pulled up your social media. Bile crept up your throat when you came across the photo that the girl had taken with Hongjoong, the caption sending fury flooding your veins.

‘Got to finally meet my man, he totes likes me, I just know it.’

Scoffing, you shut your phone off and tossed it into the cup holder, causing Hongjoong to look at you as he pulled out of the parking lot. He started to reach for the device but you were quick to smack his hand away, glaring at him sharply.

“Eyes on the road, I’m not trying to die on the way home.” You quipped, and he looked over at you with a glare of his own.

He then put his hand on your bare thigh, squeezing just enough for you to let out a small whine, “You’re really just testing the limits, aren’t you, princess?”

You didn’t say a word but rather opted to giving him the cold shoulder, and boy, did that only piss him off more.

–

It didn’t take much longer before he had pulled into the driveway of your shared house, his hand never once leaving your thigh, and you had to try your best to soothe the ache between your thighs without it being too obvious.

Getting into the house, you made a beeline for the bedroom, narrowly missing Hongjoong’s attempt at grabbing you. Walking into the room, you started pulling off your clothes, leaving you in your undergarments before opening the closet and going to grab something to change into.

A sudden wave of heat brushed over the side of your neck, and you felt his hands before you even heard him. One of Hongjoong’s arms wrapped around your waist, trapping your body against him, while the other hand wrapped snugly around your pretty little throat. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, causing you to shudder.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you off after all of that attitude, did you, sweetheart?” His voice was gruff as he tightened his hold around your neck, eliciting a whimper from you.

“Joongie.” You whined, hands wrapping around his forearm as you tried to look back at him.

“Uh-uh, I don’t think so, princess.” He growled against your ear before spinning your body around and picking you up, then the next second, your back hit the mattress. His body was then over yours, pinning your hands above your head, staring down at you, a borderline sinister smirk on his lips, “what now that you think you’re getting what you want, you’re not gonna act like a brat anymore?”

“Joongie, please.” You pleaded with him trying to push your hips up into his, but he had successfully trapped your body under his.

“Don’t think just because you’re being good now, I’ll give in.” He brought his face just a hair away from yours, his warm breath fanning over your face, causing your eyes to flutter, “act like a brat, and I’ll treat you like a brat.”

Then his face pulled away from yours before going down to your neck, kissing and biting at the skin roughly, sure to leave marks for days. You let out a pathetic moan when he got down to your chest, nearly ripping the bra off of your body.

His free hand trailed down your abdomen, tracing along the hem of your underwear until you were squirming under his touch.

“Joong–” You were cut off by a gasp when he cupped your heat, fingers pressing against your clothed slit.

He let out a dark chuckle, “You’re fucking soaked babygirl,” The teasing tone in his voice left you withering.

You weren’t even given a chance before he was pulling your underwear down your legs, leaving you completely bare before him. Tossing the piece of clothing off to the side of the room, he grabbed your hip, pulling you closer to him. Lifting his face from your chest with a wet ‘pop,’ he hovered over you once again.

“Keep your hands there, or I’ll tie them to the headboard.” He told you, a challenging gleam in his eyes waiting for you to try and fight back, to which you tried to protest, but he quickly hushed you, “Bad girls don’t get what they want, now stay put, or you won’t be cumming at all.” 

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding your head, but he just clicked his tongue. He then released your wrist, staying still for just a moment to see if you would move, but when you didn’t, he leaned back down, peppering wet kisses all along your body. Trailing his lips down the valley of your breast, down your naval until he was between your thighs.

He blew on your soaping cunt, watching as your hole clenched around nothing and a small whimper fell from your lips. You opened your lips to beg him to do something and to stop teasing but was stopped as a loud moan was pulled from your lungs when his lips latched onto your aching clit.

His pace was relentless as he ate you like a starved man, alternating between rough sucks to kitten licks was leaving your mind swirling. It took all of your willpower to not tousle your fingers through his hair, instead you tingled your fingers in the sheets.

“J-Joong!” You cried out when you felt his tongue pushing against your entrance, his nose brushing over your clit. He pushed past your slit, groaning at your taste when more of your slick coated his tongue.

When your hips started to grind against his face, he wrapped his hands around your upper thighs, holding you in place. You whine at the restriction, the pleasure he was giving you almost mind-numbing, and the way his nose pressed against your clit with each stroke of his tongue had your body trembling.

“J-Joongie! Oh my god, ‘m close!” You cried out, back arching off of the bed as the coil in the pit of your stomach tightened.

Then, just as you were about to tip over the edge, it was ripped away from you.

“No, no, no, Joongie, please don’t stop.” You cried pathetically, staring at him with teary eyes, hands reaching out to grab his shirt.

He snatched your hand into him, trapping both of your wrists in his grip once more. Leaning forward, he looked at you with a dark gaze.

“You’re in no position to demand anything, princess.” His voice was hoarse as he spoke to you, tugging your body even closer to his until his lips ghosted over yours. “And didn’t I tell you not to move?”

You felt your body go rigid when a smirk spread across his glistening lips. You were quick to shake your head, eyes pleading with him.

“No, Joong, I didn’t mean to!” You whined, tears brimming in your eyes, but the sight only made Hongjoong’s dick throb in his jeans.

“Aw, you poor thing, it’s too late to apologize now.” He pouted, pulling away from your body, and tugged his shirt off of his body before reaching for his belt. “On your stomach and hands behind your back.” He demanded, eyes watching as you stared up at him, bottom lip quivering slightly.

“Joong–” You mewled out, but he clicked his tongue, hands finding your hips before flipping your body over, eliciting a pathetic squeak from your lips.

“Can’t even listen to simple instructions. Are you even sure you wanna cum tonight, baby?” He chuckled darkly, hand landing a hard smack on your asscheek, causing you to cry out. “Such a naughty girl.” 

Tears stung in your eyes as he spanked you a few more times, leaving behind red handprints in his wake. Once he was satisfied, he undid the buckle of his belt and pulled it from his jeans.

“Give me your hands.” He demanded, and you complied, pulling your arms out from under your body and placing them behind your back. Hongjoong took them into his hands, wrapping the rough leather around your wrists until they were bound tight.

His hands then traveled along your curves before stopping at your hips. Leaning over your body, he grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips, causing your back to arch.

A whine fell from your lips when his thumb pressed against your dripping pussy, rubbing your slit before pushing in just a bit. He watched in amusement as you clenched around his digit, trying to suck him in.

“Such a needy little brat,” Hongjoong groaned, pulling his thumb from your needy hole, causing you to whine in protest. The sound of his zipper was almost deafening, and all of the hairs on your body stood tall in anticipation of what was about to come. “You just needed some dick to set you straight, is that it?” He growled, grabbing himself at the base after letting his boxers drop to the floor.

Your whole body shuddered when you felt his tip rub against your aching cunt, mewling when he nudged your twitching clit.

“You wanted cock so bad you were willing to take it from someone else, hmm?” His voice dropped an octave as he lined up with your entrance, pushing in just a bit and groaning at how your walls contracted around him.

“N-No Joong– just you!” You cried out, tears streaming down your face and staining the bedsheets.

“Good.” He growled as he pushed his entire length into your tight walls with one thrust, causing a choked moan to leave your lips, eyes rolling back at the sudden full feeling. He didn’t give you a chance to adjust before pulling out and slamming back in. “Don’t forget who you belong to, babygirl.”

A series of broken moans and babbles fell from your parted lips as he pounded his dick into your soaping cunt, lewd wet sounds filling the room. His grip on your hips was bruising, nails leaving crescent shapes in their place when he moved his hand down to your clit.

“Fuck!” You cried out when he started drawing tight circles over the little nub, your whole body shuddering as that coil tightened once more. Word failed you as you tried to tell Hongjoong that you were close, but he knew.

“Close already, princess?” He teased, picking up his pace and making you sputter out incoherent words.

Hongjoong smirked at your fucked out state, loving the way your eyes rolled back with a choked moan of his name when he hit that one particular spot deep in your pussy. You were completely ruined on his cock, and he was loving every second of it.

With just a few more deep thrusts, your jaw fell slack, and your walls fluttered around his cock as you came undone underneath him. However, his pace never stopped, much less slowed down as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“J-Joong– fuck!” You cried out as overstimulation quickly settled into your bones. Your whole body shook in his hold, threatening to crumble completely if it wasn’t for his hands keeping your body in place.

“Hmm, give me another one, babygirl.” Hongjoong groaned, hips pistoning into yours as he bullied his cock deeper into your walls, “Give me one more, and I’ll fill you full; how does that sound, princess?” 

You mewled at his words, brain turning into mush as he continued to fuck into you, but the way your walls tightened around him was all telling. 

Hongjoong then reached forward, grabbing your bound wrists and pulling your upper body off of the bed. He used this as leverage to pull you back onto his cock, causing your moans to grow in pitch, no longer muffled by the sheets.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” He cooed, his other hand falling to his side as he looked down to watch as his cock disappeared into your pussy. “No one else can make you feel like this, just me, got that?” His tone came out in a growl as he felt himself getting closer to his own release.

“Yes! J-Just you, Joongie!” You screamed as you felt your high creeping up on you at a rapid pace. All of the nerves in your body felt as if they were on fire.

“Good girl, now cum for me, baby. Make a mess all over my cock while I paint your insides with my cum.” He coaxed yet another orgasm out of your spent body, your walls squeezing around his aching cock like vice causing him to let out a throaty moan. “Fuck!” He cursed before pushing all the way in as he spilled deep into your womb.

You whined at the warm feeling, your body still aching for him, and Hongjoong could tell. He undid the belt, freeing your wrist before pulling out of your twitching cunt. He didn’t give you a chance to protest before he had you lying on your back once more.

“Still not enough for you, princess?” He teased, lips brushing over yours as he took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. Leaning down, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, leaving you completely breathless as you tried to match his pace in your delirious state. “Don’t worry, we can go all night.”

He swallowed all of your moans as he pushed back into your wet heat, fucking into you slow and deep. His hands held yours tightly as he drew out all of your sweet sounds, relishing in every last one of them.

It wasn’t until the both of you were completely spent that he finally pulled his now soft cock from your spent cunt. He collapsed next to you, eyes closed as he caught his breath. You rolled over despite the ache in your joints, laying against his chest, and Hongjoong wrapped his arm around your body.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” You apologized meekly, drawing shapes on the expanse of his chest, and Hongjoong couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.

“I’m sorry too, my love, but I promise you’re the only one for me. No matter how many fangirls sneak past security, it’ll always be you.” He promised, and you turned your head to look at him, your chin resting on his chest.

“You need to get better security.” You told him bluntly, causing him to burst out laughing but nodding nonetheless.

“You’re right, but…” He then sat up, grabbing your arms gently to help you sit up as well, “let’s go take a bath before heading to bed.”

You whined in protest, but he still picked you up bridal style and carried you into the bathroom, where both of you enjoyed a warm bath before turning in for the night. Sweet words of reassurance lingered in the night air as you both drifted off in each other's arms.

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ATEEZ - IN YOUR FANTASY (2025)

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‘Can’t you, Angel?’

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✦ synopsis ; seonghwa just wants you so bad, even after he’s made you cum more times than you can count. just one more thing for him, please?

✦ pairing(s) ; bf!hwa x f!reader

✦ genre; smut

✦ tw.; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, softdom!hwa x sub!reader, petnames (pretty, darling, angel), reader is referred to as a “little thing”, mentions of rough sex, dacryphilia (if you squint), oral implied (f & m), creampie, overstimulation, dumbification, big dick!hwa, Imk if I missed anything!

✦ notes; seonghwa in the In Your Fantasy MV needs my mouth around his dick❤️

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seonghwa couldn’t help it, couldn’t help wanting you, even after all you’ve done for him. after you’ve been such an obedient little thing for him.

so as he pulled out of your cunt, watching his cum drip from your tight, used hole, he groaned, stroking his cock softly, slowly.

“pretty girl, look at you, huh? all messed up for me, hm?” he hummed gently, flipping you onto your back. your face was covered in tears and running mascara, a tell to how long seonghwa had been using you, pleasing you.

“so pretty, tears all over that face f’me, hm?” he whispered against your sweat-slick skin, listening to your soft whimpers with a curve to his lips.

his fingers brushed between your thighs, the same ones he had been between just minutes ago before he fucked into you like he’d never get another chance to. you shivered, thighs clamping shut.

“can’t, hwa, s’too much,” you cried, pleading with him silently, using those big, beautiful eyes to trap him into feeling bad.

only for a little bit, though. seonghwa did not crumble easily. in fact, in his mind, you must’ve wanted more, right? must’ve wanted his cock down your throat, right?

seonghwa breathed out a soft laugh, cunning like a sly fox. he pulled you up to your knees, standing before you, his cock already hard at the sight of you.

tears streamed down your face, your lips mumbling something about how you can’t do it, how whatever it was would be too much. seonghwa could care less, though, a small, sinister smile making its way onto his lips.

“must’ve fucked you dumb, hm? asking for silly things you know the answer to, darling,” he chuckles, running his fingers through your hair. he pressed his tip against your wet mouth, your eyes big as you looked up at him.

“you can do this for me. can’t you, angel?”

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Can’t stop thinking about yunho angry fucking you because he lost in a video game >o<

recently saw a reel about this grrrr.. i need angry yunho in my bed rn.

ᢉ𐭩 ( jyh ) fem reader nsfw / swearing, established relationship, rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected (don’t do it!!), petnames, degradation.

his hips slammed into yours repeatedly, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and nearly drowning out the volume of your moans. yunho had your face buried in the pillows as he took you from behind, one of his hands gripping yours and pinning them to your back.

“yunho— oh my— fuck,” you cried out, tightly squeezing your eyes shut. “i can’t— i can’t take it.”

you clenched around him—hard enough to make his hips stutter as you tried to wiggle away.

“mm-mm, come back here, baby. don’t you run from me,” yunho groaned, fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you back against him harder. a sharp gasp left your lips as his cock touched that spot deep inside your walls.

he never went easy when he was upset. especially when he lost a game—he was like a whole different person. he’d just take off his headset, find you in your spot on the bed, flip you how he wanted you and fucked you into the mattress until he was satisfied.

“c’mon, baby, you like this don’t you?” he grinned slowly, his hand landing a stinging slap to your ass. “you like being my little fucktoy? like when i use this pussy however i please?”

you couldn’t even respond—too dazed to remember your own name. he continued pounding into your sopping hole, moaning as he felt you leak down his length.

yunho hissed, “look at that.. stupid little cunt’s just dripping everywhere. you couldn’t wait to see me lose, huh?”

you whined as he gripped your ass harshly, fingernails digging into your soft skin while he spread you open. his hips never slowed, his thick cock dragging in and out of you.

“j-just wanna cum..” you sob into the pillows, hips still wriggling around in his hold.

“mhm, bet you do, nasty girl.” he said softly, leaning down to place a small kiss on your shoulder.