dawn-iscozy

[dawn-iscozy]

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[dawn-iscozy]

“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ x ♡

 SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning  ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ bubbly ” - colbie caillat ♡ “ kiss me ” - ed sheeran ♡ “ cotton candy ” - yungblud ♡

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i’m still on the brink of denial about it). loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses (if you read the “a little warmth in winter” you’ll know most of the names already 🤭). things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but, like, I’m a sucker for these men and for the way I’ve written them and I just can’t stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn’t make any sense, I’m going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in some parts and kinda littered through the rest of the fic (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off)

WORD COUNT: 12.5k

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS: more sleepy mingi, more simping (i’m so down bad for these boys if it wasn’t already made obvious), sannie likes to dote and dresses oc, so does jongho in his own way, mingi and wooyoung are little shits, but they’re cute so it’s okay, group date!!, new female oc, pink hwa, hwa playing animal crossing, (temporary 😔) scene boy yeosangie, descriptions of rora’s hair (ginger and blonde cause she’s a self-insert yall🙃), rora wears a dress, yeosang really likes the dress and it makes him a shy boy, S M U T, yet another threesome, use of a toy, yeosangie gives switch vibes at moments, yeosang REALLY likes rora’s thighs, jongho is in charge yup, and he insists on very explicit consent, face sitting, incorrect use of a belt, possibly slight mxm (sorry not sorry), masturbation, definitely more that needs to be added, let me know if there is

TAG LIST: @kaleigh-2002 @stickystickyjam (if anyone else wants to be added, drop a comment or a message and i'll gladly add you!)

A NOTE: i literally JUST finished writing this and haven't really gone over the later half of this part much, so if there's anything not mentioned in the warnings, typos, or anything that doesn't make sense...let me know so i can fix it! enjoy, and pleasepleaseplease let me know what you think! 😊🫶

♡ 18+ - smut - MDNI ♡

Wooyoung hogged her attention until one of the others heard him trying to sneak her down the hall and into his bedroom. He wasn’t very sneaky about it, giggling and pressing wet kisses into her skin loud enough they echoed off the walls. Mingi, apparently now ready to be awake and presumably hearing Wooyoung’s commotion, opened Yunho’s bedroom door, catching Wooyoung in the act. 

He stared for a moment, blinking bleary eyes at the two of them before stealing her right out of a protesting Wooyoung’s arms. His movements were slow, sloppy, but Wooyoung didn’t make a move to stop his friend, complaining aloud even as he helped steady her when Mingi’s large frame stumbled, hand warm on her bare shoulder before retreating a step back. 

“Morning, Mingi.” She laughed, ignoring Wooyoung’s petulant huffing and puffing behind her in favor of throwing her arms around Mingi’s broad shoulders. “I thought you would sleep longer.”

Mingi hummed, holding her tighter against his warm chest. “Couldn’t go back to sleep,” he said, fumbling his grip around her waist to ensure her towel stayed in place. “Missed you. Yuyu wouldn’t let me cuddle him.”

“Poor baby,” she cooed, pressing a kiss to his chin. “Just need attention all the time, hmm?”

A sound bubbled up in his throat that sounded suspiciously like a whine, his head swinging in a sleepy left and right that had her laughing. 

“Don’t deny it, you needy thing,” she teased, letting her fingers sift through his messy hair, working through the tangles in an attempt to get the strands to lay properly on his head. “It’s cute.”

“M’not cute,” Mingi murmured, brows pulling down low over his eyes and full lips pushing out in a pout that entirely defeated his disagreement. 

Her brows rose, and she hummed. “Funny, Yeosang said the exact same thing earlier,” she said. “You can be cute and also be handsome or cool or sexy or whatever else you wanna be, you know.”

“You’ve got a point,” he admitted, but his brows were still furrowed and his lips still pouted.

“D’you wanna cuddle until Jongho comes back with my clothes?” Rora asked, unable to stop herself as she dotingly smoothed down his sleep mussed hair again. 

That brightened him up, brows rising high on his forehead and eyes practically disappearing behind the big gummy smile he shot at her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby,” she said, melting against him when his arms tightened around her middle. Wooyoung let out a noise, and she looked back at him, giggling at his disgruntled expression. “Of course you can join too, Youngie. We were going to your room anyway, right?”

“Fuck yeah,” he quickly agreed, grabbing both of them by the arms, forcing them to stumble the rest of the way down the hall to his opened bedroom door and pushing them into a giggling heap atop his still very unmade bed. 

“You can just use your words, you know.” Rora laughed as he pushed and pulled her and Mingi around on the bed. 

He huffed and continued what he was doing, shuffling the blankets around to cover them once everyone was where he wanted them. “That’s not nearly as fun,” he murmured, settling down to one side of Mingi, throwing an arm and a leg around his larger friend. His fingers wrapped lightly around hers, pulling until her arm was snuggly around Mingi’s chest, fingers linked with Wooyoung’s. 

They stayed like that, her and Wooyoung wrapped around a very happy Mingi, for at least an hour. Long enough that the other friends seemingly took turns stopping by the room to check on them. Long enough for Jongho and San to finish up at her apartment, come back, and start looking for her. 

She squealed when a broad shouldered man ran into the room to jump across the three of them, the two men laying on the bed groaning when his weight landed on them. San crawled over his friends to cage her head between two muscular arms. “Hi, darling,” he said, dimples on full display and damp hair hanging over his eyes.

“Hi, Sannie,” she said. “Did you have a good workout?”

He nodded, leaning down to nuzzle her cheek, pressing kisses to her jaw. 

“You smell like my shampoo,” she murmured, sniffing at his hair again just to confirm, unable to stop the little flutter of happiness when the familiar jasmine scent filled her senses, undercurrents of almond and shea coming through, mixing pretty well with San’s usual cologne. “And my soap. Did you shower at my place?”

“Mhm. Jongho came before I could shower at the gym and didn’t wanna make him wait too long.” He shifted, settling more into his position atop his friends, easily ignoring their protests and groans of pain. “S’that okay?”

“More than.” She kissed his cheek. “How’s Teddy? He doing okay?”

“He’s fine,” Jongho finally said. Her gaze fell from San’s to watch Jongho walk further into the room. He smiled as he crouched beside her, elbows propped on the mattress to lean closer to her, fingers playing with the strands of her hair that were splayed out on the pillow only to give a playful tug. The sharp gasp that elicited made him laugh, but he soothed the sting in her scalp with a tender touch that had her eyes threatening to flutter closed. “He ate his food and played with Sannie for a little while. He was curled up for a nap in your bed by the time we left.”

“Thank you,” she said. “What clothes did you bring me?”

A smirk crawled onto his face. “None, sorry. Guess you’ll have to stay in that towel.”

Scoffing, she rolled her eyes only to pout up at him. “When did you become such a pervert?” she whined. 

All he did was laugh, grabbing a bag from the floor. “I found a dress that I remember you wearing to work once a long time ago. Remembered how pretty you looked in it and knew it would drive Yeosangie a little crazy.”

A brow rose in surprise. “Yeosang?”

San huffed out a laugh. “Her thighs look a little extra good in that one, baby bear?”

“Scrumptious, even,” he said, eyes gleaming with mischief. 

“You’re gonna torture the poor guy.” Despite his words, San’s tone was filled with amusement and his chest continued to rumble with laughter. 

“Good.” Jongho smirked, eyes still sparkling as they looked down at her. “Now, up you get. Time to get dressed.”

“You’re sadistic,” she grumbled lightheartedly, barely containing the giggle beginning to bubble in her throat. “And bossy.”

“You like bossy,” Mingi and Wooyoung said in unison, sending the two of them into fits of laughter that echoed off the walls and shook the bed. 

“Been nothing but sweet to you two all morning and you decide to gang up on me. I see how it is,” she snipped, wiggling her way out from the tangle of limbs and grabby hands. 

Jongho handed her the bag he brought, and her brows arched as she shuffled through the contents. A finger hooked through a pair of delicate white lace panties she rarely wore, dangling it in the air as she looked between Jongho and San. “Who decided on this?”

“It was a unanimous decision,” San answered, cheeks flushing and eyes turning into crescents with the shy smile curling at the corners of his lips. “But I suggested also including the matching bra. Wanted to see you in it. Knew you’d look pretty in the full set. And Jongho agreed.”

“Guess I could get dressed here and show you, hmm?” she mused, laughing when all four men agreed with great enthusiasm. Her head tilted, and she looked at Sannie with a tiny smile. “Or would you like to help me wear it? You seem to like the idea of dressing me up.”

Cheeks still pink, he just stared at her from his place on the bed, like he needed a moment to process her suggestion. Then, he was scrambling up from the pile of bodies and pushing a laughing Jongho aside to get to her.

He took great joy in unknotting her towel, strong hands soft on her skin, gaze all but reverent as every inch of her was exposed to everyone in the room. He was gentle in caressing her belly, sneaking around her hips to give her ass a cheeky squeeze that had everyone laughing at her little squeak of surprise. 

Quiet murmurs of praise filled her cheeks with pink and had her skin thrumming with the heat of all of their eyes on her. She loved it, even if the initial courage gave way to embarrassment. There was nothing but warmth from each of them, maybe a bit of lust as they skimmed over her nakedness. As they took note of the way her nipples pebbled in the air of the room, how her thighs squeezed together and her arms came around her middle before falling away to allow Sannie to soothe her back into full comfort. 

The broad-shouldered man kneeled before her, helping her step into her panties. A mere scrap of lace that disappeared between her cheeks and hugged her hips in a way that she often found herself just that slightest bit too conscious of. But the fabric was soft. Pretty. And she loved the way Sannie’s eyes lit up, warm and soft and all but reverent, when he pulled them up her thighs. As he settled the material over her hips. Loved the way his fingers traced the top of the panties, calloused fingertips smoothing over where they dug into her skin, before trailing up her belly with such tenderness that goosebumps rose in their wake. 

The bra came next, nimble fingers sliding the straps up her arms and over her shoulders. “Turn for me?” San murmured, pressing a kiss to her sternum, guiding her hands up to hold the bra in place.  

She did as he asked, eyes falling on Jongho. His eyes skimmed over her before coming to rest on her face again. Her breath caught at the look on his face. At the combination of affection and heat there. At the smirk that slowly formed as he took notice of how he affected her. 

Hands kneaded at her ass, up her back. Fingers tickled over her ribs before coming to catch the bra hooks to hook them together. Then kisses were trailing down her spine, hands kneading her ass again. 

“Fucking love your ass, darling,” San all but whined, teeth sinking into the flesh of one cheek hard enough that she yelped. 

“What’s with you and biting me?” she scolded, biting back a giggle as his fingers tickled up her sides again, wiggling away from him until he gripped her hips to pull her back to him. 

“Stop being so biteable,” he murmured, pressing kissed over where, no doubt, an imprint of his teeth was embedded in her skin, making her shudder in his hold. “Sorry, darling. That one might bruise.”

A knock came at the door, and she turned to see Hongjoong there, arms crossed over his chest but a smile on his face as he leaned against the door frame. Yeosang peeked in over his friend’s shoulder, freezing when he spotted her. She shivered at the way his lips parted. How his eyes raked over her, teeth trapping his bottom lip. His eyes caught hers for a moment, cheeks reddening, before he disappeared from the doorway altogether. 

“Hwa’s appointment is in half an hour,” Hongjoong said when her attention came back to him, already turning to leave, glancing over his shoulder with a little grin. “We gotta leave in 10 minutes if we want to make it in time.”

Rora giggled when three of the four men in the room grumbled and whined at their older friend’s words. “Are you done, Sannie? Or are you gonna help me with my dress too?”

San hummed, reaching to pull the dress from the bag and carefully pulling it over her head. It was a soft fabric, sage green and dotted with little daisies, with thin straps and a square neckline that outlined her breasts well. She had to agree with Jongho, too. It did frame her legs nicely, flaring out in an a-line at the top of her hips and falling just far enough on her thigh, where she wished every shorter piece of clothing she owned would stop but almost never would wear out in public. 

She felt pretty in it, felt pretty under their gazes and unfiltered praises, giggling as she was pulled back down into the cuddle pile. Mingi and Wooyoung littered her with kisses until Mingi got too excited and caught her mouth with his own, stealing her breath and gripping her close to him until she had to thread her fingers in his hair and tug to pull him away.

He looked entirely unrepentant. Particularly smug as his eyes roamed over her face to take in the flush of her cheeks and the wet shine of her lips. Even as San and Wooyoung tackled him away from her and into a bout of playful wrestling and tickling that had the larger man shrieking with laughter. Jongho helped her from the bed just in time, as the three of them rolled right into the spot that she had been laying in. 

She giggled in his hold, letting him sweep her from the room and down the hall, where her dates were likely waiting for her. Jongho cleared his throat, hands disappearing from her skin and into the pockets of his sweats. “I have a cardigan you can borrow to wear over your dress,” Jongho suggested, chin hooking over her shoulder as they shuffled awkwardly closer to the living area. “So you don’t get cold.”

“I love how I don’t even have to steal clothes from any of you. You all just offer them up without anyone even asking,” 

“So you don't get cold,” Jongho reiterated, but when she glanced back at him, his eyes were looking forward, refusing to look in her direction, and the red in his ears was traveling to his cheeks.

“Just admit you like when I wear your clothes, bear.” Her lips pressed against a pink-dusted cheek. “I’m not gonna say no.”

He pushed her to sit on the sofa, hands gentle and face sulky, and left her in the living room. There was clattering in the kitchen, shuffling, the rustling of clothing. Curiosity got the best of her, and she turned to see Seonghwa looking through the fridge while Yeosang adjusted and fussed over his clothes. He was dressed in a simple white shirt tucked into belted light-wash jeans, but he looked incredible. Flashes of skin caught her eyes, the bulging and flexing of arms, as he pulled at his t-shirt to look it over. Seonghwa murmured something that she couldn’t quite catch, but whatever he said made Yeosang relax and let his shirt go. Until he turned to the living room and tensed up again, seeming to startle upon seeing her seated on the sofa. How he didn’t hear her and Jongho coming in, she wasn’t sure. But it was endearing, nonetheless. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you, Yeosangie,” she said, pulling a leg up onto the sofa to tuck it beneath her, watching in awe as his eyes tracked her movements, locking in on the way her thigh expanded upon settling against the cushion. Pretty lips parting again, a flash of pearly white teeth and pink tongue. Eyes so surprisingly intense for a long moment, she couldn’t breath. Not until he startled, looking away when Jongho came back into the room, a soft looking sweater folded over his arm. 

Jongho laughed at Yeosang upon his arrival, taking in his friend’s flustered face, how his eyes darted away from everyone in the room. Jongho’s knowing, satisfied look sent her giggling as she took the cream cardigan from his outstretched hand.

Seonghwa sighed, letting the refrigerator door fall closed, arms stretching over his head as he turned, the loose sleeves of his open-knit sweater pooling at his elbows and the bottom lifting to show a sliver of taut tummy. The cream color of it made him look soft, cozy, and had him nearly glowing in the late morning light. Looking like an angel, him and Yeosang both. 

A smile crossed Seonghwa’s lips when he saw her sitting on the couch. His face was soft, eyes shining under the kitchen lights, hair falling into his eyes as his head tilted. “There’s nothing to really eat here. How about we order some food and have it delivered to the salon?” Her stomach answered for her, grumbling at the thought of food, and he laughed, head tipping back just enough to emphasize the pretty line of his neck, the golden glint of a delicate chain gleaming over the ridges of his collarbones. “I’ll order it on the drive there,” he said, voice soft, trembling with lingering laughter. 

“Hmm?” She turned to see Hongjoong walking into the room, face shining with what she assumed to be a layer of not-yet-set skincare. He looked both put together and casual in a button-up and ripped black jeans, hair messy on his head, pushed back by a pair of sunglasses. 

“You’re driving so I can order us food,” Seonghwa said. 

Hongjoong nodded, picking at his shirt and adjusting the way it fit on his frame. “You still have my card info on your delivery app, right? You’re already paying for the salon - charge the food to my card. And make sure to get some coffee.”

Seonghwa flustered for a moment, mouth opening and closing before he finally sighed, lips tipping up into a little smile. Affectionately defeated, like he knew it wouldn’t be worth it to fight his friend on the matter but he appreciated the offer nonetheless. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Joong.”

Hongjoong hummed, looking around at everyone as he re-tucked the front of his button up into his jeans. The move should have been awkward, but as his gaze locked with her own, deft fingers adjusting his belt, she couldn’t help but swallow. The corner of his mouth went up, but he didn’t say anything about it. 

“Are we all ready to go?” he asked. 

The three men started making their way to the front door, taking turns to slip into their shoes at the entrance, and she turned to Jongho, who had been silently standing near the couch the whole time. Rora tucked his cardigan closer to her chest as she stood, leaning into him to plant a lingering kiss on his cheek. “See you later, bear,” she said. 

“Have fun, precious,” he murmured, smoothing his thumb over her jaw lightly. 

She hummed. “Don’t miss me too much,” she teased, giggling when he rolled his eyes.

“Go before he drags you to his cave and keeps you for himself,” Wooyoung interrupted, cackling and running back down the hallway when Jongho turned to him.

♡♡♡

The drive was quiet, interrupted only by Seonghwa asking soft questions about what everyone would like from a bagel place he promised was good (Sannie tested and everything). The order was placed and they were just waiting for the driver to pick up and deliver. As soon as they got to the shop, Seonghwa was greeted with a hug and a warm call of his name by a ball of energy with short, colorful hair and sick graphic liner. “How’ve you been, Hwa?” The person asked, pulling back to look at his face, gloss-slicked lips pulling up into a grin. “Are you ready to finally go pink?”

With previous partners, she might have felt uncomfortable. Not jealous, really. And maybe she was a bit uncomfortable at that moment. But it felt more like usual first-date jitters. The usual meeting-a-new-person, twist in her stomach. The typical about to make a change to her appearance that she gets every time she goes for a haircut, tries on a new piece of clothing, or experiments with makeup. 

“So ready,” he confirmed, lips stretching into a wide, pretty smile. He took a step away from the person, looking behind his shoulder to catch her gaze. His eyes roamed over her face, gauging her reaction, making sure she was okay, seeming to catch the nerves in her posture. His expression softened before he beckoned the three of them further inside. “Naomi, you’ve met Joong, right? He came along on my last appointment. And this is Yeosang and Rora. If it wouldn’t be too much, would you want to have some fun with their hair, too? I’m sorry to just spring this on you. I should have called ahead to ask, but it was a last minute idea and I got too excited.” 

“You brought friends!” Naomi’s face practically glowed as she moved a few steps away from him to glance over them. A bubbly little sound came from her lips and her hands clapped together. “Of course I don’t mind! I have nothing else going on today, anyway. You’ve practically booked up my whole day, remember? Come in, come in!”

She was quick in seating them, each of them in a chair, turned to watch her start working on Seonghwa. Hongjoong flip-flopped between dozing off and speaking with her and Yeosang until the food Seonghwa ordered was finally delivered, the coffee taking effect quickly and sending him into a buzz of laughter and conversation that had him twitching in his seat and practically glowing, even under the fluorescent lighting of the salon. 

And Yeosang kept glancing at her with flushed cheeks and dark eyes, tongue poking out occasionally, a teasing glimpse of pink that made her heart flutter every time it happened. It took a while for him to loosen up, but before she knew it, he was laughing aloud at jokes and sending shockingly sharp jabs at his friends that sent her laughing aloud. 

To her own surprise, she was quick in relaxing into the situation. The three men and Naomi kept the conversations flowing with an ease that she admired, and when they all fell into silence, none of them seemed anxious to fill it. It was comfortable. Like every other interaction she’d had with any eight of these men since meeting them. They were all just so…kind and 

Soon, Noami was done slapping thick globs of bleach and foils onto Hwa’s hair with quick, practiced movements until his head was fully covered in aluminum pieces. The hairdresser had barely peeled the gloves from her hands before Seonghwa was moving. 

Rora watched in the mirror as Seonghwa pulled his bag into his lap, searching around for something she couldn't quite see. With a triumphant noise, he pulled out a gaming system. His eyes were gleaming under the store lights, enhanced by the glinting of the foils decorating his head. He froze when he saw her looking, face almost guilty "Do you mind if I play?" he asked.

"Not at all," Rora said, containing a giggle when his face immediately brightened up and he wiggled in his seat. 

Naomi moved to stand behind her, stealing her attention from the adorably excited man as she moved her fingers through her hair. "What were you thinking of getting done?" Naomi asked, meeting her eyes in the large mirror. 

“I’ve been wanting to try a split dye for a while,” she said, eyes sliding from the hairdresser’s face in the mirror to settle on Hongjoong’s. Her cheeks were already warm from the interaction with a new (very pretty) person, but they flamed even brighter when his eyes widened, a smug smile finding home on his lips. She cleared her throat. “Blonde and my natural color.”

“I love it when redheads add some blond,” Naomi said, working a comb through her hair to part it properly down the middle. “You’re wanting a proper half and half split dye, right? One full side of blonde?”

“Yes,” Rora confirmed.

“Are you gonna want a cut too?”

“Please,” she said, laughing lightly. “I need some of this length gone.”

“This is gonna be fun,” she said, clapping her hands together once. “I’m just going to go get everything ready and I’ll be right back, okay?”

  “Yeah, thank you.” Rora murmured, head nodding as she forced herself to relax into the chair again.

As Naomi walked away from her, the hairdresser turned to Hongjoong, who was shifting in his seat and adjusting his hair on his head. “Hongjoong, are you wanting to touch up your own hair again or do you want help this time?” Naomi asked. 

He glanced at her over his shoulder with a charming little grin. “I can do it, Naomi. Thank you.” 

“I’ll mix you some up too, then,” she said. “Yeosang.” Said man perked up at his name being called. “I’ll get to you in a little bit, okay? Sit tight.” When he nodded his acknowledgment, she disappeared around a corner at the far end of the studio space. 

She came back and got started quickly, parting her hair and painting it with bleach with steady, practiced moves. Naomi was halfway through bleaching her hair when their eyes met briefly in the mirror. “Rora,” she said softly, a question already curling up at the end of her words. “How did you come to meet my favorite clients?” 

Rora had to pause for a moment, shutting off her phone screen and settling it face down on her lap. “Do you want the full version or a summary?” she asked, swallowing when the eyes of the three men also settled on her, their curious gazes like weights on her face. 

“You can tell me whatever you want to tell me. Or you can tell me nothing,” she said sweetly. “I won’t judge or pressure you.”

Rora breathed out through her mouth, slow and steady. “Some of my coworkers talked me into going out after work one Friday evening. Coerced me, more like, but I agreed to go so they would finally just…stop asking and making comments about how I never go out,” she started. “They left me as soon as we got through the door, saying they were going to get drinks or something. But when I made it to the bar, they weren’t there. I couldn’t see them anywhere, so I just sat at the bar, trying to enjoy a drink cause I had worked so hard to dress up and everything. And yeah, I felt like I looked good, yunno? It would have been such a waste to just go home.”

Naomi made a little noise in the back of her throat. “Did you take any pictures?” she asked, leaning closer. “I’m so invested in this now, and I need to properly visualize it.” 

Fumbling to flip her phone back around, Rora flipped through the pictures in her phone, flustering further as Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and Yeosang came over, crowding as close as they dared to see the picture themselves. She found it quickly enough, the full body mirror picture she took just a little too long perfecting before stepping out her door. Her heels, the shiny red of the dress, the dark red pop of her lipstick barely visible behind her phone. It was one of the best pictures she had ever taken of herself.

“Damn, girl, yeah. You looked hot. Definitely would have been a shame to just go home!” Naomi exclaimed. “What happened next?”

Her cheeks flushed at the memories, and she cleared her throat, watching the three men go back to their respective chairs as she thought about the best way to word the rest of the story. “Two of their friends, Wooyoung and San, sat next to me at the bar, asked if I wanted to dance. We had fun, and they made the night so much better than I imagined it would be. One thing led to another, and turns out I’ve been working with one of their other friends, Jongho, for the last year or so. Had met another one that same afternoon, even. Eventually, I met the whole group and apparently, they want me to stick around.”

Naomi hummed, continuing to gently swipe bleach into Rora’s hair. “I don’t know all of them, obviously,” she said. “Or you all that well, for that matter. I’m sorry your coworkers did that to you. That was really shitty of them, and you didn’t deserve that. But I’m glad something good came out of it. If the rest of them are anything like Seonghwa or Hongjoong, they’ve gotta be some really great people.”

Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yeosang shifted sheepishly in their chairs, cheeks and ears pink at the praise, and Rora couldn’t help the grin forming on her face. “They are,” she agreed, watching as the three men grew even more flustered under her gaze. 

They were at the salon for hours, but the time passed by in a blur of tingling scalp, giggle-filled conversations, and observations she was able to make about the three men. Like how Hongjoong tried to lead conversations, even when he might have been feeling a little awkward, offering to be the bridge to keep things moving smoothly. How Yeosang may have often needed to ask people to repeat things they said but was surprisingly sharp and observant. How Seonghwa got completely lost in his game at one point, gleaming with happiness as he clicked buttons and copied the noises of the little characters on the screen. How the two oldest friends practically coddled Yeosang, casually wiping his face of food crumbs after they all ate or cooing at him adoringly when he did something they deemed particularly cute. How easy it was for them to do such acts, like they had been doing it without thought for years and years. And maybe they have. She didn’t know how long they had known each other, but the closeness of all eight of them spoke of years of friendship and comfort and understanding. 

By the end of their salon date, her hair was shorter and half blonde, Hongjoong’s split dye was retouched, Seonghwa’s hair was a gorgeous bubblegum pink that made him glow, and Yeosang’s hair was green with lines of black striked through. He had told Naomi he wanted to try it, but he didn’t want the whole thing to be as permanent. So, they settled on bleaching his hair, dying it green, and having some fun with some hair chalk Naomi had been curious about and was excited to finally be using on someone. 

The sun was nearly setting by the time they were all done and Jongho was pulling up outside the salon. Rora grinned at him as he stepped out of the car, adjusting his shirt as he walked closer. “Hi, bear,” she greeted brightly, letting him pull her into a hug, her arms going around his middle.

“Hi,” he greeted, planting a kiss on her forehead. “I like the hair,” he said, pulling back to look her over better, a hand coming up to brush over the freshly bleached half of her head. “It looks good on you.”

“Thank you,” she said. 

Abruptly, he pulled away from her and stalked over to his friends, throwing an arm around Yeosang’s shoulders. “You’re coming with us,” he said, manhandling the confused man over to his car. “Say bye, precious.”

Rora tsked, but she couldn’t fight the smile threatening to take over her face as she stepped closer to Hongjoong and Seonghwa. “You leaving us?” Hongjoong asked, arms crossed over his chest. 

She looked between them, mirroring Seonghwa’s pout as she nodded. “Mhm,” she hummed, taking a step closer to them. Her head tilted, teeth nibbling her bottom lip before she pressed up to press a kiss to Seonghwa’s and then Hongjoong’s cheek. When she rocked back onto her heels, Hongjoong reached for her, hand around the back of her neck to pull her close. Noses brushing, breath mingling for only a moment, and then his lips were on hers. Soft and firm, pulling a gasp right from her. 

Soft fingers were gripping her chin, turning her head until Hongjoong’s lips disconnected from hers, another pair taking his place. Plush, slightly sticky from some gloss or balm. A tongue teased her bottom lip, cherry exploding in her mouth as she opened up for him. Then nothing, eyes still closed and breaths coming from her in soft pants. The warmth of them retreated, and she whined, much to their amusement. Their laughter had warm breath fanning her face as they pressed twin kisses to each of her cheeks. 

“Have fun with Jongho and Yeosangie, bunny,” Seonghwa murmured. 

Her eyes fluttered open, and she let herself just…look at him for a moment. “The pink looks really good on you, Hwa,” she said, brushing her fingers through his hair, tucking some loose strands behind his ear. “Like, really good.”

His face went soft with his smile. “Thank you, bunny,” he said. “We’ll see you later, okay?”

She nodded, turned, and scurried over to where Jongho was waiting. 

“Wanna sit in the back with Sangie, baby?” He phrased it like a question, like he was merely suggesting it. But it seemed more like a demand. One that she found herself excitedly nodding to, allowing him to open the back door and help her inside. 

Yeosang watched as she settled in beside him, eyes wide and lips parted as he watched her hook her seatbelt and smooth her dress out over her thighs. 

The ride was tense, thick with something that had anticipation bubbling away in her belly. She caught Jongho’s gaze as he glanced back, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip, breath hitching at the heat there. His eyes darted over to Yeosang for a moment, the corners of his lips ticking up in a mischievous little smirk. 

“Did I make a good pick, Yeosangie?” Jongho asked, eyes glancing back through the rearview mirror when the car came to a stop at a red light. “The dress looks so good on her, doesn’t it?” His voice was low, teasing. Knowing. Bordering on sadistic amusement. 

Her thighs squeezed shut, fingers curling in the fabric of her dress. 

She could feel Yeosang looking at her, could feel it as he took her in, and she looked over to see his eyes on the bare skin of her legs, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Satisfaction bubbled in her chest, head going hazy with need. Her grip tightened on her dress, inching the material up just the slightest bit more. 

A noise fell from his parted lips, strong hands flexing where they rested in his lap. 

“You can touch me, Yeosangie,” she murmured, letting her thighs fall open just the slightest bit, shifting in his direction, debating just moving into the middle seat.

It was quiet enough in the car that she heard his breath catch in his throat. Heard the shift in his body as he stilled, as he tensed in his spot on the other side of the car. Her breathy giggle filled the silence, and she took the initiative. Unbuckling her belt, she slid quickly into the middle seat, pulling the new buckle over her lap before anyone was even able to reprimand her. 

Yeosang started at that, hands coming up as if to stop her, lips parting on a protest. Whatever he was going to say died in his throat when his palm landed on the exposed skin of her thigh. As if of their own accord, his fingers flexed, gripping the supple flesh enough that it indented and dimpled beneath his touch. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, lips parting again, eyes glued to the way the plush of her thighs spilled between the gaps of his fingers. To the way her skin raised with goosebumps at the gentle scrape of the calluses on his hands and her thighs squeezed together once again, emphasizing the plush of them. 

“Fuck,” he finally rumbled out.

Rora giggled, letting her fingers trail up his arm as she leaned closer into his space. “D’you like them, Sangie baby?” she asked. “Like my thighs?”

“So soft,” he breathed out, kneading the skin lightly, fingers teasing between the seam of her legs. He groaned when her thighs parted again, and he gripped the inside of her thigh to pull it closer to him. 

Before the tease on the tip of her tongue could be fully realized, Jongho was parking the car and glancing back at them, brows raised knowingly and eyes shining with amusement as he caught her gaze in the rearview mirror. He held her stare as he turned the car off and unbuckled his seatbelt, only looking away when the click of the buckle seemed to jolt Yeosang into motion. 

With quick, shaky movements, he unbuckled their belts, opened the door, and pulled her from the car. He stuck behind her, practically glued to her back as she led the way up to her apartment. Apparently, he couldn’t wait. Hands gripped her hips and turned her around, pushing her back against the door. Hand holding the back of her head, he dipped down to crush his lips against hers. 

Her surprised noise was muffled by his mouth, one hand coming up to grip her chin, tugging until her mouth opened up enough for his tongue. She melted right there, forgetting that they were in the hallway of her apartment building, that he had her pressed against her door, fingers bunching the fabric of her dress enough that it inched up her ass. 

Yeosang shifted, pressed her harder against the door, one of his strong legs pressing in between her own and the hand holding her head trailing down her back to grip her ass. He groaned into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers as he pulled her closer to his body, sending her grinding down against his thigh. 

The sharp gasp that elicited echoed in the hallway, and her cheeks flushed. “We gotta go inside, Sangie,” she murmured.

He grunted, lips trailing down her jaw to nip at her ear. “Code?” he asked, breath fanning down her neck.

A shiver worked down her spine, a moan building in her chest when she shifted against his thigh. She whispered the numbers out, hooking a finger in the belt loops of his pants, letting the fingers of her other hand untuck the bottom of his shirt to find the warm skin of his belly. 

The hitch of his breathing was covered by the successful beep of her keypad, and he was crowding her, pushing her through the door. They barely paused to take their shoes off at the entrance, stumbling through her apartment, hands frantically gripping at each other's clothes, skin, hair. It was unlike anything she thought would happen with him. The shy man who flirted but could barely meet her eyes as he did. The man whose hands sometimes shook just as bad as hers and whose ears went red when he caught her staring. This same man, in a hurry to get her inside her apartment, to fuck her as quickly as possible. 

It was exhilarating. 

Yeosang detached himself from her and pushed her over the edge of her bed. She lifted her knees to perch them on the little bit of metal overhang of her bed frame. Wicked bruises would decorate her skin for weeks to come, but they would definitely be well worth it. Her dress was flipped up and her panties were pulled down just far enough to expose her to the air, a hand pressing into her back to arch her hips higher in the air. 

“Fuck - yeah, stay like that for me.” His words were frantic, voice low and tense, and she could feel the shaking of his hands intensifying even as they left her skin. She could barely hear his words over the sound of his zipper and the sound of her own heartbeat. There was a clank as his pants fell to the floor and suddenly his cockhead was slipping through her folds, pressing against her clit then sliding back to lodge at her entrance. "Deep breath, angel. Relax." 

Rora inhaled at his words. One, two, and her breath was leaving her lungs entirely. He pressed right in, the stretch nearly too much with no prep. But she could already feel herself dripping, could hear the slick sounds with each flex of his hips forward until they finally rested flat against the roundness of her ass. 

"Fuck," he gritted out. "Sorry, angel. I wish I could take my time with you. But I just...." he trailed off, hips flexing in a way that had her whining. He whined in response, right into her ear as he collapsed over her. A hand slid up to push her hair up, fingers tangling in the roots, hot breath panted out against the back of her neck as he took a moment, just fully seated inside her. Teeth nipped, lips sucked, and she hoped he left marks behind. “Your thighs in this fucking dress,” he groaned, pressed his hips forward, ground his cock deep inside her until she keened

The door opened, slammed closed. She and Yeosang flinched at the sound, both moaning as the movement sent pleasure through them, and a chuckle filled the space. "Really just couldn't wait, huh, Sangie?" Jongho mused. “Never seen you so impatient. Not even stopping to greet poor Teddy.” 

Yeosang huffed, pushed himself up, the hand on her lower back moving to dig into the plush of her hips and ass, strong enough, tight enough, surely, to leave bruises. The hand in her hair tugging her up into a deeper arch, scalp stinging pleasantly and muscles aching with the effort of holding the position, of having his thick fucking cock bullying its way right into her slick cunt. 

His hips retreated, then punched forward strong enough that her knees threatened to slip, but his hold on her was strong, pushing her deeper into the mattress. "O-oh, god," she cried out, hands scrambling for something to grab onto, gripping at her blanket until it wrinkled in her fists. 

"There you go," Jongho said from behind them, his voice almost a condescending coo that sent a shiver down her spine. "Fuck her like she deserves, Sangie." 

Yeosang’s grip in her hair tightened, and he shifted to properly grip her hip, pulling her back to meet each precise thrust. He was slow with it, taking his time now, making her feel each retreat, letting himself enjoy the way she clenched around him, trying to suck him right back in. Her knees were screaming, already bruising, but her blood was singing, skin vibrating with pleasure. “So good,” she panted out, voice breaking on a moan with a particularly sharp thrust.  

She heard shuffling, her bedside drawer opening, a triumphant noise. Then, buzzing filled the air. She felt herself clenching around Yeosang's cock at the mere thought of her vibrator. 

"Turn her over, Yeo," Jongho murmured, climbing onto the bed beside her. Before she could turn her head to look at him, she was being pushed further up then flipped onto her back, legs caught in Yeosang's hands, hips just barely on the bed. Her panties were pulled the rest of the way off her legs, and in one smooth push, he filled her once more. He pulled her closer by her thighs, fingers kneading at the plush flesh like he just couldn’t get enough of it. 

She cried out, back arching, and Jongho caught her wrists to pull them over her head. Her eyes blinked open, and she watched him as he steadied himself before reaching over her, her small black bullet vibrator in his hand. 

Her breath caught. "Fuck!” The word came out as a mere squeak when he pressed the toy over her clit, unable to pull in a full breath. Her head flew back, body twisting like it didn't know whether to arch into the sudden pleasure or away from it. The sensation tore through her so fast, she didn’t even have the time to care about a possible noise complaint from any of her neighbors. It felt too good, was too much. She was almost certain that it was an orgasm, but one was already building up, too quickly for it to have been. 

She writhed beneath the two of them, hot under their ministrations. “Need,” she whined. “Need my dress off. Get it off, please.”

Jongho was quick to release her wrists and leave her vibrator sitting precariously against her, shoving the fabric up and off. His hands were gentle on her skin, trailing over her ribcage and breast, pressing just firmly enough that she arched up into his touch. Lips were on hers before the dress was even fully over her head, stealing what little breath she had. Strong fingers cupped beneath her chin, teeth nibbled her lip, a tongue swept into her mouth. 

The vibrator was pressed more firmly against her once again, and her hands flew down, gripping Yeosang’s wrists as his pace picked up. She moaned into Jongho’s mouth, thighs shaking around Yeosang’s hips so bad that he had to grip them, push them up until she was nearly folded in half. The angle had him sliding deeper, the vibrator stuck between the slick folds of her cunt and the plush of her thighs, shifting with every harsh thrust. 

She would have screamed if it weren’t for Jongho pulling back to slap a hand over her mouth. “Feel good, precious?” he murmured right into her ear. A whine was muffled by his hand, and she nodded, eyes wide, unable to focus on him properly with the pleasure continuing to build. “Gonna cum? Gonna make a mess all over Sangie’s cock, baby?”

Her moans, though muffled, continued to raise in pitch beneath his palm, her own hands sliding up her torso. Squeezing her breasts. Coming to settle on her throat, pressing just enough that her eyes threatened to roll back. 

“So fucking dirty, baby,” Jongho groaned. “Make her cum, Yeosang. I’ve got a little treat in mind for both of you, but I need you to make her cum first.”

She whined when Yeosang stopped moving and removed the vibrator from her, settling her flat against the bed. “What’s your favorite setting, angel?” he asked, voice low and breathless. 

Her hand reached out for the little device, flipping through the settings until she found the one that always left her entirely overwhelmed and seeing stars in mere moments. Yeosang shifted her further up the bed, climbing onto the mattress, thick cock hanging heavy between his strong thighs, still shining with her arousal. 

She moaned at the sight, at the next display of strength as he folded her in half again, lifting her hips right off the bed. His cock slid along the backs of her thighs, smearing the skin with her own juices and his sticky precum. Then, he was sliding home in a single, slow thrust that had him brushing over that glorious spot. 

The cry of his name was muffled by Jongho’s hand, but Yeosang seemed to hear it all the same, an eyebrow lifting and his lips ticking up smugly as each thrust had him hitting that same spot again and again. “Yeah,” he sighed. “Right there.” 

She worked the vibrator down her torso, a slow line down her belly until she could slip her hand between her thighs. Her eyes widened, rolling back, breath catching on a squeal as she pressed it to her clit, whining as she moved it around to find that perfect angle.

“Fuck,” Yeosang gritted out, head tossing back, his neck and chest flushed a glorious pink as her muscles fluttered around his cock. 

Rora gripped Jongho’s hand, sliding it from her mouth to rest heavy on her throat. “Sangie,” she whined. “Sangie, please.”

“Tell me what you need, angel,” he breathed, heavy lidded eyes sliding over her face. 

“Harder,” she murmured. “Fuck me harder. Please.” 

Yeosang cursed, pausing to brace himself better, gripping her thighs tighter. His next thrust into her was harsh but so. fucking. good. The loud gasp it elicited from her was muffled by the grip Jongho took on her throat. It sent her buzzing, floating, soaring. Almost immediately on the brink of cumming. 

“Yesyes, Sangie, please,” she panted out, free hand reaching down to grip at his wrist, reveling in the way the muscles of his forearm flexed beneath her touch, how his hold on her tightened when her nails dug into his skin. She was shaking. From the pleasure. From the sheer strength behind his thrusts. Finding a good grip on the vibrator and holding it where she needed it was proving difficult with just how wet she was, and she whined high in her throat as her climax sat just on the edge and retreated just out of grasp. “Jongie,” she cried, eyes fluttering open to look up at him. “Jongie, please. Can’t.” 

“What’s wrong, precious?” he asked, eyes sharp, dark as they slid over her face, taking in the flush of her cheeks and the tears threatening to wet her lashes. “Need some help? Pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” The words were degrading, but there was an affection in his tone that softened the edge.

Rora pouted up at him, nodding even as her eyes rolled back at Yeosang’s next thrust, at the sound he made when she tightened around him, once more on the edge. The vibrator slipped again, and she wanted to sob. Practically did, breath catching and voice cracking as she begged again. “P-please, Jongie. Need help.”

Jongho groaned, grip tightening on her throat briefly before letting her go. “Open her up, Sang. Make a little room,” he ordered, moving so his knees were on either side of her head, hand already sliding down her belly. “Hold on to me, baby. Keep your hands there.”

She did as he said, hands finding purchase behind each sadly still-clothed thigh, squeezing the softness to find the strong muscles nestled underneath. His hips shifted, the barest hint of a twitch forward, but just enough for her to wish his pants were gone. Imagining him above her, cock heavy between those thick thighs, dangling just above her face had her mouth watering. The wish was interrupted, however, when Jongho swiped the vibrator through her wetness, from where she was still stuffed full of Yeosang to the top of her cunt before circling lightly over her clit. 

“Good girl,” he murmured. Then, he pressed the toy down. Just the slightest bit more pressure, but enough to have her head throwing back and a cry ripping from her throat. “There you go. Just cum for Sangie and you can have that treat, hmm?” 

Muscles flexed beneath her grip, and her hold on him tightened. His hips twitched again. He pressed the vibrator with a little more pressure. 

Her body trembled as her orgasm began to build up again, as it threatened to topple her right off the edge of the earth. “Oh, god, please,” she sobbed. “So fucking close.”

“Yeah?” She couldn’t tell who said it, not when all she could hear was her own moans and the wet slap of Yeosang’s hips against her ass, and deep fucking voices groaning out words she couldn’t quite decipher. 

“Heard you squirted last night. Think you could do that for me?” She was just barely able to register Yeosang’s distinct timbre, and the sound of it had her shuddering.

“Faster. Harder, please,” she begged, hips twitching only to have both men lock her right back into place, at the perfect angle as Yeosang increased his pace, hitting that perfect spot over and over again with deadly aim. Harder, faster, like she asked, and it had her keening. 

“Gonna soak this fucking cock, angel? Can feel you squeezing me, you gonna cum?” He let go of one leg to land a sharp slap to the outside of her thigh, a hot sting that did nothing but push her even closer. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” her voice raised in pitch as she felt it build up, that exquisite feeling from pulling the knot in her belly tight, had her cunt fluttering. “Please, please.” Her words were met with an increase in vibrations against her clit, and she was screaming, a hand slapping over her mouth as she came. 

Fingers took the place of Yeosang’s cock when she started to gush. “There you fuckin’ go,” Yeosang rasped out, voice breathy and so fucking low, it had her all but spiraling into another orgasm. Jongho kept the vibrator firmly against her poor clit, Yeosang’s strong fingers continually pressing against her sensitive walls to milk her of every drop they could get from her, until she was sobbing and writhing in their holds and there was a puddle under her ass. 

“Good girl,” Jongho murmured, fingers carding through her hair to help her come back down enough to register gentle hands massaging her hips and soft kisses and nips littering her thighs. Her eyes blinked open to find him looking down at her, gaze soft, bordering on concern. “You good?” 

The giggle that fell from her lips couldn’t be helped. Not when her heart gave a little flutter and her tummy swarmed with butterflies “So good,” she confirmed. 

She watched in real time as his expression shifted, going from soft to sharp, from warm to cold. A shiver worked down her body as a smirk came to his face. 

“Wanna know what that treat is?” he asked, still smoothing her hair back from her face as she nodded. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, head tilting down to tease his lips over her own. “How about you smother our Sangie with your pretty cunt and thighs while I fuck you full? How does that sound?”

Rora moaned at the thought. “Please,” she murmured, tipping up to press her lips to his only to be left whining and wanting when he moved away. 

A huff of laughter warmed her face before he turned to his friend. “What about you, Sangie? You okay with it?”

Cheeks still flushed with exertion turned a darker red, and Yeosang swallowed. Lips parted, releasing a breath before he nodded. 

“Words.” Jongho’s tone was firm, eyes even moreso, and it sent her heart racing.

“Y-yeah,” Yeosang stuttered out. “I’m okay with that.”

“Lay down,” Jongho instructed, watching his friend pull his shirt over his head and lay down in the center of the mattress, watching as Yeosang’s fingers fidgeted with the wrinkles of her blankets, clenching and unclenching, cheeks brightening further when his still very hard cock gave a little twitch under both their gazes. 

Jongho, seeming to finally take pity on his friend, turned to her. “Straddle him, baby.”

She did as he said, slinging a leg over Yeosang’s hips to hover above him. He looked up at her, brows furrowed and eyes shining and lips parted. So eager and expectant and soso fucking beautiful, she couldn’t help but lean down to kiss him. 

The kisses were slow, deep, and his breath caught when she sucked on his bottom lip. A whine rumbled in his chest when her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly to angle him so she could trail kisses down his chin and nibble along his jaw. His soft moans filled the air when she sucked a little mark beneath his ear, his whole body stirring, muscles tensing. But his hands stayed rooted in the sheets and his hips against the mattress. Being so patient. So fucking good. 

She kissed him until she was breathless. Until his mouth was shiny with her spit and his eyes were dazed and every sound that fell from him was raspy and whiny and he was shaking with a need that mirrored her own.

Until Jongho sighed and tangled a hand in her hair to yank her upright. “That’s enough, baby.” He tugged her hair again, his other hand coming around to cup her throat, aiding in tipping her head back so she could look at him. Those gorgeous eyes locked with hers, shining as they looked over her wrecked face, lips ticking up with a smirk that threatened to steal what was left of her breath as he leaned closer. 

“It’s time to sit on Sangie’s pretty face.” He paused long enough to look over her face, letting his eyes stray to his friend when he whined at his words, brow quirking up before turning his attention back to her. “Are you going to listen?”

“Yes,” she breathed, all but trembling as he looked over her face again.

“Yes?” His eyes raked over her face, brows arched expectantly.

“M’gonna listen, bear.” The words came out on a whine, struggling under his intense gaze and the feeling of Yeosang tensing, all but shivering beneath her. 

He nodded, letting her go with a satisfied, approving hum. A shiver worked through her at the sound of him pulling his belt through the loops of his jeans, and she gasped when he jerked her arms behind her, looping the still-warm leather around her wrists, tight enough to feel but loose enough that she could escape if she wanted to. “Keep your hands there,” he murmured, helping her shuffle up Yeosang’s body until her thighs caged his head. His hand snuck around her, fingers brushing Yeosang’s hair back with the backs of his fingers, brushing right over his birthmark, making his eyes flutter at the touch. 

“Go on, Yeosangie,” Jongho all but purred. “Make our girl feel good again, hmm?”

Yeosang looked so fucking gorgeous beneath her, cheeks red and hair a mess, eyes looking up at her with so much hunger she couldn’t help the little whimper slipping from her throat. She hovered above him, marveling as his eyes all but crossed to take her in, head lifting off the bed to press a kiss right over her clit. It was a whisper of a touch, but it was enough to have her hips jerking in surprise. 

His eyes came to her face again, shining with amusement and heat, staying locked with her own as he licked up her cunt. She yelped when strong hands gripped her thighs, pulling her flush against Yeosang’s face. He wasted no time, diving right in, brows furrowed and eyes closed like he was savoring her. LIke hse was the tastiest damn thing he had ever had on his tongue. 

Jongho shifted around behind her, the rustling of clothing piquing her interest, the strong grip he took on her restrained wrists even more so. He plastered his bare torso to her back, hard cock nestled against her ass as he nosed along the line of her neck. “You’re gonna take it all like a good girl, right, baby?” he murmured, voice barely more than a rasp in her ear. 

It had her shivering in his hold, body arching with the combination of his voice and a pointed suck to her clit from Yeosang. “Yes, yes, please,” she begged.

He groaned hotly against her neck, teeth digging into the skin there until she gasped. Then, he was pushing her forward, until she could no longer see Yeosang looking up at her and her face and chest met the cool wall. “Stay like that for me,” he said, gripping her wrist harder. 

His cock swiped through her folds, spreading the wetness from her hole down to where Yeosang’s tongue continued to work at her clit and back again. The broad head lodged there for one breathless moment. “Yeosangie, if you need to breathe or get uncomfortable, tap one of us, okay? Two times.”

Yeosang hummed the affirmative against her, and she had to swallow back a whine at the sensation. 

“Can you do it? Just so I know you understand?” Yeosang let go of one of her thighs and must have tapped Jongho, because Jongho hummed. “Good boy, Yeosangie.”

That got a reaction out of him, a full body shiver working through him, hard enough that she felt it. “Such a good boy,” she agreed, just to get another reaction out of him, wishing she had her hands so she could work her fingers through his hair, to caress his gorgeous face. 

He whined right into her cunt, suctioning against her clit until she cried out. 

Finally, Jongho was pressing harder, working the head of his cock into her. So fucking slow. So fucking thick. She groaned as he paused. “You ready, precious?” he asked, hand pressing against the back of her neck, gripping around to the sides to press down against the exact spot that made her brain grow hazy. 

“Yesyesyes,” she chanted breathlessly, eyes nearly rolling back as Yeosang’s tongue laved around her folds, as Jongho’s thick fucking cock stretched her open. 

Then, he was sliding home in one slow, smooth glide. The stretch was a lot, cock so fucking thick. So fucking delicious. She keened when his hips finally met her ass. “So fucking-” her words left her as he ground his hips against her, pressing deeper before starting a slow withdrawl that had her walls clamping down with every inch. 

The hand on her neck slid down her back, nails dragging and calluses catching until it landed on her ass. Jongho gripped one cheek roughly, pulling away to leave a slap that echoed through her apartment. “Fuck,” she choked out. 

His next thrust was harsher, quicker. The withdrawl even moreso. Eventually, he picked up a brutal pace, his hips meeting her ass with sharp slaps that rivaled in volume against the sounds of her wetness and the sounds leaving her throat. Yeosang’s grip on her thighs tightened as Jongho’s thrusts had her sliding further up his face, his nose nudging her clit until he gripped her tighter to pull her back into place. Still, he kept at. Circling her clit, sucking it into his mouth, introducing the faintest edge of teeth just to drive her insane. Entirely unbothered by the lack of air, gasping for breath right against her sopping cunt, pressing her down harder. Like he wanted her to suffocate him. Who was she to deny him? 

Her thighs were tight around his head, trembling with the strain of remaining upright at the face of so much pleasure. 

She yelped as Jongho yanked her off the wall, tugging her back by her wrists, right into his chest. Hand coming to her throat, squeezing until her eyes rolled back, his other hand trailing down her belly to spread her further open for his cock and Yeosang’s greedy tongue. His fingers pressed briefly against her clit, rubbing teasing little circles there even as Yeosang kept at it. The next second, those fingers were shoved into her mouth. 

Moaning, she licked her arousal and Yeosang’s saliva off them, loving the way he pushed the digits further into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. Her hips were starting to move, grinding in slow circles, unable to figure out whether she should push back into Jongho’s thrusts or grind down into Yeosang’s eager mouth. 

The fingers in her mouth were yanked away, a wet slap meeting her cheek, not hard but enough to sting with shame. “Be fucking still,” Jongho growled. “You take what we give you or you get nothing.”

She whined but stilled, letting them work her as they pleased. 

“Good fucking girl,” Jongho grunted, pushing his fingers back into her mouth, hips picking up their pace once more. 

Yeosang’s hand left her leg for a moment, and Jongho was hauling her further up on her knees, pushing her into the wall again. A hand held the back of her neck, and she clamped down on his cock at the move, at the feeling of Yeosang’s hot panting against her wetness. 

He was babbling beneath her, and she wished she could see his face. Wished she could see how absolutely fucked out he looked. “Need you to come on my face,” he whined, thumb finding home on her clit, rubbing in maddening circles and figure eights. “Please, please, please, angel. Need you to come so bad. Soak my fucking face. Soak Jongie’s cock, baby. Please.”

The hand on her neck slid up to tangle in her hair, pulling until her back arched. The angle had Jongho’s cock sliding impossibly deeper, hitting a spot that had her practically screaming. A hand covered her mouth, forcing her to breath through her nose, muffling her sounds.

“So fucking loud, baby. Like you want all your neighbors to hear.”

Her eyes nearly rolled back in her skull when he picked up his pace, when Yeosang’s mouth found her clit again, despite her being held above him. Whines and whimpers, pleas for her to cum muffled into her cunt, fingers still going at her clit. 

Jongho’s lips were at her neck, teeth nibbling up until his hot breath brushed her ear. “Sangie’s begging so pretty for you to come, baby. Don’t you think you should reward him? Gonna come for us, precious?” 

Her response was muffled by his hand, but he seemed to understand the enthusiastic sound. He chuckled low in his throat, the sound of it sending a shiver down her spine. “Yeah, you are. C’mon, baby. Come like a good little slut,” he said, voice so silky she moaned into his hand.

That was all it took, apparently. A suggestion, a degradation wrapped in praise, the low rumble of a voice, and she was on the edge. Whining into the sweat-slicked palm over her mouth, teeth digging into the flesh as the pressure in her belly built up and up. Jongho grunted, fingers gripping her hair tighter, hips pushing harder, faster in retaliation. 

Yeosang’s efforts doubled, sucking and rubbing her clit in tandem to Jongho’s cock bullying into her cunt. The pleasure, the sheer stretch, the wet sounds bouncing off the walls had her feeling hot. Too hot. Too close. So fucking close. It was the brush of Yeosang’s teeth, a particularly sharp, stuttered thrust from Jongho that had her falling apart. Shaking and screaming as Jongho chased his own orgasm, sobbing out with each stuttered thrust, trembling when he finally spilled into her, each pulse inside her, each continued suckle from Yeosang’s lips, making her sensitive walls clench down around him. 

She was still recovering, ears ringing and breathing erratic, when Jongho pulled out, laughing affectionately at her little whimper, and shuffled her lax body around to lay her down on the bed. Hands smoothed over her skin, steady fingers working the belt from her wrists, rubbing gentle circles into the no doubt red skin. 

There was shuffling, a murmured exchange, and a body was over her. A whimpered “Angel?” had her fluttering her eyes open. Yeosang hovered above her, face flushed and eyes blown. He was trembling, hips twitching, neglected cock hanging heavy and dark red between his strong thighs. 

“Poor Yeosangie. Do you still need to come, baby?” she cooed, running a hand down his sweat-slicked torso. 

His voice broke on a whine when her hand encircled his cock, back arching when she gave a slow stroke from base to tip. “Fuck, please,” he begged, voice a mere thread of sound, cracking like he might start crying if she made him wait any longer. “Please. Need to come. Hurts.”

“Poor thing,” she murmured, pulling him down for a kiss, working her hand along him in slow strokes that had him shaking. “Been so good and patient this whole time. D’you wanna use my thighs, baby?” 

He all but sobbed at the suggestion, lips trembling against her own.

A kiss was pressed to his mouth, trailing along his cheek, down his jaw. “There’s lube in the drawer. You wanna get it for me, baby? Get your pretty cock nice and ready to fuck my thighs?”

Yeosang was leaning over and fumbling for her bedside drawer before she had even finished her words. She giggled as he came back into position above her, nearly dropping the bottle as he tried to pop it open. “Calm down, Sangie,” she said, reaching to rub her thumb up the line of his jaw. “Just take a breath for me.”

His eyes fluttered closed at her touch, his chest swelling with an inhale at her words. He exhaled slowly, grip loosening on the bottle of lube and trembling just a little less.

“There you go, good boy,” she murmured, taking the bottle from his hand and opening it up herself. She let it dribble right over his cock, catching the extra with her hand before slicking him up. 

The whine that ripped from his chest was delicious, the shiver that raked his body even more so. “Fuck,” he breathed, gasping and gripping her skin so tightly she was sure there would be bruises.

“C’mon, baby,” she said, tugging him closer by his cock, lifting her legs to incase him in the warmth of her legs. “Use my thighs to get off.”

Yeosang was gone before her hand even had the time to abandon his cock, gripping her thighs tight as he fucked between them. Muffled groans and soft pants blessed her ears, and she watched Yeosang push in. The wet, red head peeking from between her thighs, with each rut of his hips, hands kneading and squeezing her flesh until spurts of warmth covered them. He was a vision between her legs, gorgeous muscles shifting beneath sweat-slicked skin with each thrust of his hips. When he came, his head fell back, hair fluffing out about his head, strands sticking to his flushed face as he moaned, voice cracking as his release covered the skin of her thighs. 

Rora pulled him over her as he came down, running her fingers through his hair and murmuring little affirmations in his ear as he came down. His body had just stopped shaking, relaxing over her own like a living, breathing weighted blanket when Jongho walked out of the bathroom, looking warm and freshly showered, dressed in a pair of sweats and without a shirt. He smiled when he noticed her looking - so open and relaxed and so fucking beautiful in her space - running a hand through his still-damp hair as he walked closer. 

“Drew a bath for you and Sangie,” he announced softly, pushing her hair back from her face then smoothing Yeosang’s in a slow stroke. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Running her hand down Yeosang’s back, Rora hummed. “Ready whenever you are, Sangie,” she murmured. “Though, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk all the way there on my own.”

Jongho laughed, pretty gummy smile on full display. “Need me to carry you again, precious?”

She pouted, but nodded nonetheless, wrapping her arms around Yeosang’s shoulders as he shifted against her. 

“It’s good Jongho is here,” he said, voice a mere croak. “I don’t think I can walk, either.”

There was silence, and then a yelp as Yeosang was dragged off her and into the air. “I’m still naked, fucker,” he exclaimed. 

Jongho huffed a laugh, settling his friend over his shoulders. “Your tongue literally touched my cock less than five minutes ago. I think we’re past a little naked manhandling.”

Yeosang’s face went red. “Shut up,” he whined, smacking Jongho on the back of the head lightly. 

Jongho simply laughed and walked his friend to the bathroom, and she couldn’t help but giggle as they bickered even for the short walk. Despite the warmth in her chest, she started to shiver, the air of the room finally settling on her sweaty skin. Luckily, Jongho was back quickly, scooping her up from the bed and cradling her close to him. 

The bathroom was dim when he stepped through the door, the overhead light off in favor of a flickering candle and the warm glow of the plug-in diffuser. Vanilla and jasmine and amber filled the air, and she wanted to melt. She did melt, even, right into Yeosang’s arms when Jongho lowered her into the slightly-too-warm water of the bath. Their touches on her skin rivaling the softness of the bubbles filling the tub. 

She watched Jongho knelt on the floor beside the tub, his fingers dipping into the water, gliding over her skin until she shivered and relaxed further into Yeosang’s hold. 

“How are you?” he asked lightly. 

“Hmm?” Rora tilted her head back against Yeosang’s shoulder, letting her cheek brush against his own before turning her head to look at Jongho directly, her brows furrowing. “How am I?”

“I’m just checking in, baby,” he said, the corner of his lips tilting up teasingly. “It’s part of that aftercare you were so curious about last night.”

Her cheek went hot and she pouted. “I was not curious about it,” she whined. “I just said it was unexpected.”

He hummed, eyes still twinkling at her. “Whatever you say, precious,” he said, grabbing a washcloth and lathering it up with her body wash. “I do need you to answer me, though. How are you? Was everything okay?”

The grin that came to her face was brimming with the affection building rapidly in her chest. “Yes, bear,” she murmured, relaxing into the way he ran the cloth over her body. “Everything was okay. Better than, even.”

“Yeah?” 

“Promise, bear.” she reached out to him, wet fingers trailing lightly over the curve of his jaw. “Wouldn’t have changed a single thing.”

He turned his head, catching the tips of her fingers with a little nip of teeth, following it up with a gentle kiss that had her giggling.

“What about you, Yeosnagie?”

Yeosang stirred beneath her, a startled noise coming from his throat, like he hadn’t expected Jongho to check on him too. “Me?” he asked, arms tightening around her. 

Jongho’s laugh in response was soft, so full of affection and years of love for his friend. “Yes, you,” he said, running the cloth up Yeosang’s arm and over his shoulder, making him shiver at the touch. “That was a new experience for us, and I want to make sure there weren’t any boundaries crossed in the heat of the moment. Just need to know you aren’t uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine,” Yeosang answered. A little too quickly, if Jongho’s lifted brow was any indication. “I am. I’m okay, Jong.”

“Sure you’re not uncomfortable about something and just being nice about it?”

“When was the last time I did that for you?” Yeosang shot back, making her and Jongho laugh.

“Good point.”

“It was okay. I…” he trailed off for a moment, shifting behind her. She glanced back to see him looking down, eyes refusing to look at either of them, teeth worrying his lower lip. “I liked everything that happened.”

Her eyes shot to Jongho, and she watched as he melted right there. His face softened, his shoulders relaxed, and he settled further down on his heels. “Thank you for your honesty, Yeosangie,” he murmured. “And thank you for trusting me in that situation.”

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love how AS SOON as I complain about it (and the atz teaser pics drop), I'm finally able to finish the scene I've been trying to work on for the better part of the last MONTH 😔

nah y'all writer's block is hitting HAAAARD rn 😭

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nah y'all writer's block is hitting HAAAARD rn 😭

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Suction cup boi

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“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” deleted scene:

WORD COUNT: 237

WARNINGS: kissing, jongho's just super cute okay?, mentions of other members

TAG LIST: @kaleigh-2002 @stickystickyjam (if anyone else wants to be added, drop a comment or a message and i'll gladly add you!)

NOTE: sorry it's taking so long to get the next chapter finished up, yall! life is just a little busy and the world has me on the constant brink of spiraling. but this fic is continuing to do what it was originally intended to do: keep me safe and sane and happy.

please accept my apology and please accept this little scene that I had to, unfortunately, make the decision to delete.

♡ 18+ - no smut, but still MDNI ♡

Jongho shifted next to her and the sound of a cap being opened filled the silence of the room. She turned to see him gliding a tinted balm across his lower lip. The sheen of it left her mesmerized, the smooth glide of it, the way he pressed his lips together after, and she had to blink back into focus when he capped the lip balm once again. 

"Hmm?" he asked, hand hovering, fingers clasping the cylinder loosely. 

She cleared her throat. "Mind if I have some?" she asked. 

"Oh. Yeah, sure," he said, holding it out to her. 

She knocked his hand to the side, kneeling up to grasp both his cheeks in her hands. She wasted no time in slotting her lips against his. 

He giggled in confusion, his breath puffing out against her face. 

She refused to be embarrassed as she leaned away, smugness tugging at the corners of her mouth at his wide-eyed expression. It didn't last long, expression schooled in mere moments. 

"If that's what does it for you, just wait until Seonghwa pulls out his lip gloss," Jongho joked, tucking it back into his pocket. 

"Hush," she murmured, leaning close, hands on his chest to kiss him again. 

His laughter rumbled beneath her fingers, and she couldn't help but join him in his amusement, breaking the kiss to lean her body against his, front to front, her head on his shoulder.

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🌫️ #Yunhois3gram

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this is so hecking cuuuute uuuugh 🥺💖✨💫

Louder than words

Ateez Wooyoung x quiet!reader

Summary: You and Wooyoung start as quiet lovers in the background of his idol life, but as rumors grow and doubts creep in, he proves his love isn’t a secret—it’s something worth fighting for, even out loud.

Word count: 2,401

The thing about dating someone like Wooyoung is this: the world doesn’t expect him to fall in love quietly.

He’s loud, dramatic, affectionate in the most obvious ways. He hugs hard. He laughs louder.

And when he loves, he does it like he’s not afraid of anything.

But the part they don’t see—the part you get—is the stillness in the in-between.

The way he rests his forehead against yours when the cameras are off.

The way he squeezes your hand under the table when anxiety bubbles up in your chest.

The way he listens—actually listens—when you speak, even if it takes you a while to say the words.

You’d met long before either of you expected anything serious.

You were a makeup assistant filling in for a last-minute emergency. He was already Wooyoung: confident, mischievous, quick to joke around with the staff.

He noticed you the second he walked into the room.

“New face,” he said, eyes narrowing like he was sizing you up—but not unkindly. “You shy or just pretending to be mysterious?”

You gave him a small smile, too nervous to banter back, and hoped someone would save you.

No one did.

But he didn’t tease further. Not that day.

Instead, he watched you through the mirror as you adjusted his mic, hands steady despite your pounding heart.

“I like your hands,” he said quietly. “They’re calm.”

You didn’t know it then, but that’s how it always started with him—something playful, followed by something unexpectedly sincere.

Weeks passed. Then months. You saw him regularly—at shows, backstage, during long rehearsals. He never pushed, never flirted in ways that made you uncomfortable.

But he did linger.

He brought you iced tea when he noticed you didn’t drink coffee.

He learned your favorite snack from the vending machine.

And he always found you in a crowd, eyes locking with yours for half a second longer than necessary.

The first time he asked for your number, he did it with all the drama you expected from him.

“Listen, if I’m going to keep pretending I need help with my eyeliner just to see you, we might as well text.”

You laughed. “You don’t even wear eyeliner.”

He placed a hand over his heart. “Tragic, isn’t it?”

You gave him your number anyway.

The relationship bloomed quietly—slow, careful, hidden in the cracks of both your schedules.

Dates were rare. Most nights were spent on the phone, him rambling about dance routines or members’ antics, you telling him about the weird things that happened in the makeup room.

He never made you feel small for being quiet. He filled the silences so you didn’t have to.

And when you spoke, he made it feel like your words mattered more than anyone else’s in the world.

But things got complicated, as they always do.

Dating an idol means learning how to live in the shadow of a spotlight.

You weren’t insecure about him—you were insecure about everything else.

The rumors started subtly. Someone saw him at a coffee shop near your apartment. A blurry photo surfaced on a fan forum. A tweet speculated about the girl in his phone wallpaper, even though it was just your hand holding his pinky.

He brushed it off. “They don’t know. They’re just guessing.”

But the noise got louder.

Staff started whispering. Fans dissected his mood in every fancam. A few even blamed you—an unnamed ghost in the background—just for existing.

You didn’t say anything at first. You didn’t want to be “the problem.” You didn’t want to be the reason he had one more thing to worry about.

But he noticed.

Of course he did.

One night, after a performance, you waited for him in the hallway. You thought maybe you could talk yourself into smiling through it. But the second he saw you, he frowned.

“You’ve been quiet,” he said, brushing his thumb against your cheek. “Too quiet—even for you.”

You looked away. “I just don’t want to make things harder.”

His jaw tightened. “You’re not.”

“I don’t want people to hate you because of me.”

His hand dropped. “I don’t care what they say.”

“But I do,” you whispered.

The silence that followed was heavy. And then—

“Do you want to break up?”

The words cut deeper than you expected.

You shook your head. “No. I just want to know if we can survive this.”

Wooyoung stepped closer, his voice low and firm. “Then stop acting like you’re a burden. You’re not.”

“But—”

“No. You’re not a secret. You’re not a scandal. You’re not something I regret.” His voice cracked slightly. “You’re the only thing that makes this chaos feel like it means something.”

Your chest ached.

“Then why don’t you say it?” you asked. “Why don’t you just tell them?”

He stared at you for a long moment.

“Because I’m afraid they’ll make you hate me.”

After that night, things changed.

Not drastically. But enough.

He didn’t post cryptic lyrics anymore. He stopped dodging questions with vague jokes. And he started being more open—still careful, but honest.

He mentioned someone who helped him stay grounded.

He thanked “a certain person who always makes sure my eyeliner is straight, even when my head’s a mess.”

The fans picked up on it.

And for the first time, some didn’t tear you apart. Some defended the mystery girl. Some said, “If it’s real, I hope she makes him happy.”

It didn’t fix everything. But it gave you room to breathe.

The first time he said “I love you,” he didn’t say it during a dramatic moment.

He said it while you were curled up on his couch, watching a rerun of some old variety show.

You were half-asleep, head on his chest, when he murmured it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I love you.”

You blinked up at him. “Did you just—”

“Yeah.” He smiled softly. “And I meant it.”

You tucked yourself closer to him. “Say it again.”

He laughed and repeated it, louder. Then whispered it. Then sang it. Then mumbled it against your hair.

Until it didn’t feel like a confession anymore—it felt like a home.

You don’t remember the exact moment when the fear faded.

Maybe it was when he started walking beside you without looking over his shoulder.

Maybe it was when he kissed your hand in the car, knowing the manager could see.

Or maybe it was when you realized that loving him didn’t mean hiding—it meant choosing each other in the quiet moments and the loud ones.

Because Wooyoung never loved you quietly.

And now, neither do you.

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all out of pre-written chapters for " like a cat in a sunny spot ", so please bear with me as I try to finish up this next chapter and whatever else is to come 😭 the comeback had me distracted, work has me busy, and i'm gonna be spending an extended weekend camping with my family as a kind of early birthday celebration. i'll try to get some writing in while i'm gone, but there aren't very many ways to charge a laptop out in the middle of the woods 😭

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it’s been over 2 years since i’ve even GLANCED at this, but the second to last chapter is finished now 😭😭

cozy cup - XX: (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1548584430-cozy-cup-xx?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=dawn_iscozy It was just a regular day when he walked through the doors of his job, but Vinny McDaniel will never forget that day. Nor will he forget all the days that followed. Follow along as Vinny struggles through navigating coming out to the people around him and pursuing his first serious relationship.

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I really want KPop stans in their late 20’s and beyond to know that it’s okay to inhabit this space. It’s okay to write fics, have crushes on idols, go to concerts, collect merch, fangirl over your favs, etc. It’s nothing that you should be ashamed of or feel weird about. You’re having fun and if anyone doesn’t like that then fuck them. If you’re too scared to tell them that send me to them and I’ll personally say, “Fuck you.”

Anyway, fangirl, have fun, don’t let anyone make you feel bad for it. I love you. Bye 🩷

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not me forgetting what part of " like a cat in a sunny spot " I posted last and writing more for the PART I JUST POSTED 😭😭 (probably gonna edit it to add the new parts !)

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“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ ix ♡

 SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning  ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ bubbly ” - colbie caillat ♡ “ kiss me ” - ed sheeran ♡ “ cotton candy ” - yungblud ♡

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i’m still on the brink of denial about it). loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses (if you read the “a little warmth in winter” you’ll know most of the names already 🤭). things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but, like, I’m a sucker for these men and for the way I’ve written them and I just can’t stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn’t make any sense, I’m going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in some parts and kinda littered through the rest of the fic (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off)

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS: cute just really cute, all the fluff, sleepy yunho, mingi is baby, ming-boner (not sexual), sannie is soso soft and so is rora, loooots of blushing (as per usual), lots of nicknames (again, as per usual), there’s exacly one (1) pegging joke, sleepy hongjoong, sleepy sangie, sangie is NOT cute 😡 (he very much is), yeosang has rizz, also jjong-boner, showering with wooyoung, it gets a little steamy and it isn’t because the water’s hot, descriptions of rora’s hair, just lots of cute little domestic-ish moments leading up to the group date

TAG LIST: @kaleigh-2002 (if anyone else wants to be added, drop a comment or a message and i'll gladly add you!)

♡ 18+ - very light smut - MDNI ♡

ix: warm mornings

No matter how much she wanted to, Rora just couldn’t lay there any longer. It was pleasant to be in between Yunho and Mingi. It was nice to have Mingi’s arms and legs wrapped around her and his soft breaths in her ear. But she had been awake for what felt like hours and it was getting too warm and Yunho was snoring and her back was starting to scream at her. 

And she had to get up.  

She slowly wound herself out of Mingi’s grip and shuffled down the bed as carefully as she could, smothering a groan as her back stretched more than it wanted to. The search for clothes was interesting, her own items thrown all over and the curtains still tightly closed. Hse could probably get away with simply staying in the shirt Jongho had helped her into the night before, but it was probably best to wear a bit more than that. 

She crept into the closet, shutting the door and flipping on the light. She was excited to see a vast array of hoodies and sweaters, and she reached for a light yellow one that stood out. It was soft to the touch but obviously older, cuffs frayed and the fabric thin with time. She threw it on over her head, inhaling the soft fragrance of fabric softener and sunshine and just…Yunho. 

Shuffling sounded behind her, and she turned to see a sleepy Yunho peeking inside. His eyes were heavy, nose and ears red, hair a silly mess on his head, but he smiled at her. “There are shorts in the middle drawer you can borrow,” he murmured. 

Rora stepped toward him, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek. “Thank you,” she said, head tipping back to look at his face, giggling at his flustered expression. “I tried really hard to not wake you up,” she said, pouting.

He laughed, the sound low and breathy - sleepy - and lightly pinched her chin. “Mingi woke me up, honey. Not you. He rolled right into me when you got up.”

“Sorry.” She huffed out an amused breath. “Are you gonna go back to sleep?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, despite the fact that she would have to balance on her tiptoes until she decided to let him go. 

His arms came around her middle, holding her close to him. He hummed, bunching the fabric of the hoodie. “Probably,” he said. “Are you?” 

She shook her head, letting her lips brush the skin of his cheek. “I can’t lay down any longer. I gotta get up.”

He hummed again. “Someone should be awake by now. But feel free to raid the kitchen, if you get hungry or want some coffee or anything, hmm?”

Rora nodded, let herself fall from her toes. “Go get some more rest,” she said, pushing his arm lightly. “I can entertain myself.”

“I don’t doubt that for a moment,” he chuckled, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. “But you shouldn’t have to. There are six other men in this apartment right now more than willing to keep you company.” 

She couldn’t stop the blush from staining her cheeks, and pushed him the rest of the way out of the closet with a whine that only had the sleepy six foot something man laughing more. She busied herself, grabbing and slipping into the first pair of shorts she could find in the set of drawers pushed against the far wall. But she couldn’t stay in the closet longer - it was getting stuffy with the door closed and quite frankly, she wanted to take in the absolute vision that is Yunho first thing in the morning. 

A groan sounded out as she pushed open the door. She crept out to see Mingi sitting up, hair a mess and lips pouty. “S’goin’ on?” he slurred. 

Yunho was climbing back into the bed, pausing to pat his friend on the head. And she followed after him, crawling right up to Mingi to press a line of kisses on his cheek. “Nothing, baby,” she said. 

“Baby?” he blinked his heavy eyes, cheeks more pink than before, looking absolutely adorable and flustered. 

“You’re kinda like a big baby right now.” She giggled, kissing his cheek again, the corner of his mouth, his nose. “But I won’t say it again if you don’t like it.”

Yunho laughed. “I think he likes it.” 

When she looked at him in question, he nodded down. Her gaze followed his, coming to stop on a tent in the sheets. Mingi groaned, flopping back down in the bed, shifting on his side to curl into a ball, back to the both of them. “Not even horny,” he grumbled into the blanket bunched up in his arms. 

“Shame,” she teased, passing a hand through his hair and dropping a kiss on his temple. She glanced up at Yunho as her lips lingered on Mingi’s warm skin, catching the fondness in his gaze as he watched them interact. She looked away, heart fluttering in her chest. “Get some more sleep, baby.”

A sigh tumbled from his lips. “I like the name,” he admitted, ears red but a big, dopey grin on his face. 

“Good.” She crawled out of the bed once more, smoothing down the wrinkles in the blanket until it was smoothly laying atop both men. “Sleep well, you two,”  she murmured as she slipped from the room, sending them air kisses that had them both laughing as she closed the door. 

A sharp gasp escaped her as she stepped into the living room, hand on her chest as she willed her heart to calm back down. San was standing in the middle of the open space, looking at her like a cat that had been caught in the act of doing something it maybe shouldn’t have been doing. 

“Good morning,” he said, lips curling up into a mischievous little smile. 

“Why are you in the dark?” she asked, still breathless from the scare but amused nonetheless. 

“I was feeling the sentiment,” he said, moving across the room to push open the curtains. “Do you want coffee or anything? I’m about to head out for the gym, but I can make you something before I go.”

“Coffee sounds great.” Rora smiled, following him into the kitchen. She watched him move around the space, so comfortable and relaxed. His hair was still rumpled, and he was wearing a white t-shirt and black pants. His bare feet were nearly silent as he went about brewing her a fresh cup. 

“How do you like it?” he asked, glancing at her from over his shoulder. 

She held back the jokes on the tip of her tongue. “Black is fine,” she said. She swallowed as he stepped closer to her. He looked so glorious in the sunlight filtering in from the living room windows. Looked incredibly soft and cozy, and she nearly stopped breathing when he stopped in front of her. The smile on his face as he handed her the cup was absolutely devastating, and she couldn’t help herself as she placed the cup on the counter, cupped his cheeks, and pressed up to kiss him. 

He laughed against her mouth, the sound low and intimate in the quiet of the apartment, kissing her back so gently she almost wanted to cry. 

“Sannie,” she murmured his name against his mouth, not sure what she wanted to say but needing to say something. Anything to handle the sudden swell of emotion in her chest. She was so glad she met this man and his friends, even after such little time. And she felt crazy for it, for feeling so insanely emotionally attached to him and the others. 

“Yes, darling?” His gaze was so tender, touch so soft when he cupped the back of her neck and brushed his nose against her own. 

“You’re so…” 

“So what?” Amusement dripped from his words and his brows arched, his eyes soft still as they looked over her face.  

The words she needed refused to form in her brain, and she didn’t push too hard to form them. “Just…so,”  she said, pressing a kiss to the dimple on his cheek.

“Is that a good thing?” he asked.

“You are, yeah.” Her hands slipped down the slopes of his shoulders, down the swelling muscles of his arms to caress the soft, warm skin of his wrists. 

His cheeks pinkened at her words, and she giggled. Kissed him again. And again. Stopping only because she heard shuffling behind her and San’s attention diverted away from her. She turned to spot Seonghwa trudging into the living room. 

“I smell coffee,” he murmured, voice soft and still fuzzy around the edges with sleep. 

“D’you want some, Hwa?” San asked. “It’s no problem to make you a cup.”

Seonghwa shook his head, blinking slowly and smiling at his friend. “It’s okay,” he said, plopping himself down on the floor in front of the sofa. “I’ll make some tea later.” 

San hummed and kissed her on the head. “Suit yourself,” he said. “I’m gonna go now. Keep Rora some company, yeah?”

“Of course,” Seonghwa replied with a sleepy smile. “Come sit with me, bunny?” His head tilted cutely as he gazed at her, and she was helpless to do anything but as he asked. 

She paused, watching San make his way to the door. Then, as he was slipping into his shoes, she grabbed her cup of coffee and walked over to Seonghwa. He patted the sofa behind him, and she slid into the indicated spot, knees closed and arm around her middle shyly.

Seonghwa's head tipped back against her knees, his hair splayed out and his big, beautiful eyes blinking up at her sleepily. She took a sip of her drink to give herself something to do, to hopefully calm the hoard of butterflies suddenly fluttering in her stomach. 

"Hi," he said, his voice gentle and oh so warm, still rough from slumber. 

"Hi," she responded, giggling, letting her fingers dance along his skin and tuck the loose strands of his hair behind his ears. "Is this okay?" she asked quietly. 

"Mhm," he hummed, eyes fluttering at the feeling of her fingers on his skin. He smiled up at her, turning his head to nuzzle into her palm. She let her thumb rub against the softness of his cheek. “Is this?” he asked, rubbing his head against her pointedly.  

“Yes,” she said through a laugh. "Did you sleep well?" 

"Mhm," he hummed again. "Sannie let me sleep with him, and once everything quieted down -" he peeked up at her pointedly, the corners of his lips ticking up teasingly, and she flushed, making him laugh - "it was fine. It was nice to have a sleepover. It's been a while since we were all able to see each other as a group." 

"You all seem really close," she murmured into the rim of her mug. 

He hummed in agreement. "We're practically family," he said. "I don't know where I would be without them." Silence fell for a moment before he spoke up again. "What about you? Did you sleep well?" 

"Yeah," Rora said, letting her fingers brush through his hair. She giggled, gently combing through a tangle. “I didn’t peg Mingi as a cuddler,” she murmured. “But I woke up with him using me as his own personal teddy bear.”

“I don’t think you could peg Mingi at all, to be honest.” He paused, pretty eyes scrutinizing her for a breathless moment. He hummed, smirked. “Maybe you could.”

She nearly choked on her next sip of coffee, cheeks burning, and Seonghwa laughed, rubbing the soft skin of her thigh affectionately. “Jokes aside, he looks all big and tough on the outside. But really he’s just a softie. Him and Sannie and Youngie are the cuddle bugs in our little family.” 

“Can confirm,” a sleepy voice agreed, and she turned to see a very sleep rumpled Hongjoong shuffling into the living room, dressed in a pair of shorts and a long-sleeve shirt. He pushed a hand through his hair, ruffling the strands as he settled on the end of the sofa, curling up against the armrest. “Wooyoung decided I was his pillow last night.”

“Good morning,” Seonghwa said, laughing at his friend’s disgruntled expression. 

Hongjoong responded with a soft groan, but blinked his eyes back open to look at the both of them with a barely there smile.  

“Did you sleep at all last night?” Seonghwa asked, lifting his head from her lap. Before she could start to mourn the loss of his warmth, he shifted around to instead lean against the side of her legs, an arm wrapping under her knees so he could use her thighs as a pillow and still see his friend.

Hongjoong’s next groan was louder than the last, and he turned onto his back, knees propped up and arms covering his face. Loose black shorts slid up to expose pretty, muscular thighs, and she had to fight the urge to slip between them and pillow her head on his chest. 

“For a few hours,” Hongjoong said, letting his arms fall to rest over his head. “Then I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. So, I decided to work on a project until I was able to sleep again, and that didn’t happen until the sun was already trying to come up.”

Seonghwa tsked but when she looked down at him, there was nothing but affection on his features. His head shook, the light stubble of his chin prickling against her skin. “Try to get a little more rest, then,” he suggested. 

Hongjoong grumbled beneath his breath, but was already on his way back to unconsciousness, his face slackening with every second that passed. His brows furrowed, hand pushed his hair back clumsily, and he was turning onto his side again. His brows relaxed, mouth turned down at the corners, arms falling loose about his head, one dangling out over the edge of the sofa. 

Seonghwa gave a soft laugh and rubbed his cheek against her leg, humming when her fingers found their way back to his hair and her eyes fell back to his beautiful face. 

“Your hair is so pretty,” Rora murmured. 

“Yeah?” Seonghwa turned his head to look up at her once again, those gorgeous eyes sparkling and cheeks dusting pink. 

“Mhm,” she hummed with a nod, brushing a loose strand from his cheek. “The length really suits you.” 

“I like it long,” he agreed. His eyes widened comically, and he wiggled around until she giggled at him. “Just remembered I actually have an appointment to get it dyed this evening. And I know Joong was gonna get a touch-up for his hair soon. Maybe we can all go to the salon together. The person who usually does my hair can probably sneak something in for all of you, too. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind. I booked up their whole day, anyway.”

Hongjoong stirred, eyes blinking open lazily. “That sounds fun,” he said, stretching out as much as he could without kicking her only to curl back in on himself. “We can try to get Yeosangie to finally do that thing he’s been wanting to try. Even if it’s just with temporary dye.”

“Hmm?” A low voice hummed, breaking with lingering sleep. She shivered at the grit of it and turned to see Yeosang walking into the room. She was struck by the sheer duality of him, at the sexiness of his voice and how fucking adorable and puppy-like he was, standing at the end of the hallway, hand pushing his fluffed up hair back and the long sleeve of his sleep shirt sliding down to pool at the crook of his elbow, the fabric slipping down cover his hand when his arm fell to his side. 

His feet dragged against the floor as he made his way towards them, and she focused back on Seonghwa’s hair when Yeosang settled next to her on the couch. Her cheeks warmed when he leaned into her, and she worked on weaving a small braid to keep herself busy. 

“Morning, Yeo,” Seonghwa said, looking up at his friend. His lips tilted up teasingly when his eyes flickered over to her, taking in the obvious flush on her face. “I have to go get my hair done later, and I brought up the idea of that being our collective date. What do you think?”

The sleepy man simply nodded, reaching for the coffee cup in her lap. She let him take it with no resistance. 

“It’s probably cold by now,” she murmured. 

He hummed and lifted the cup to his lips. His nose wrinkled as he took a drink, but there was hardly a hint of disgust in his face. Instead, he looked content. Sleepy eyes bright with adoration. “Sannie made this,” he stated, clearing his throat when his voice cracked. 

“He did,” she said as Seonghwa and Hongjoong laughed affectionately. 

“Woo makes it better,” he said. Even so, he took another drink, a soft little smile on his face all the while. 

She let her hand creep up into his hair, ruffling the strands lightly. “You’re cute, Sangie,” she said.

“I’m not cute,” he immediately protested, brows drawing down. But the way the words came from him, all rounded and pouty sounding, the red dusting the tops of his cheekbones, didn’t help his case in the slightest.

“What should I call you, then?” she asked, pushing his hair behind his ear until not a single strand was out of place and it laid silky smooth beneath her touch.

“How about ‘yours’?” he murmured, a sleepy smirk coming to his face when her hand shook and her face flushed. Yeosang giggled when Seonghwa cheered and Hongjoong sat up to look at him in surprise. 

“Who taught you that one, Sang?” Hongjoong asked. 

Yeosang’s shoulder raised in a shrug, and he handed the cup back to her. 

She took a drink, grimacing when it was even colder than she remembered it being. Seonghwa shook against her, and she looked down to see him looking up at her, eyes squinted in laughter, pretty lips turned up at the corners. He took the cup from her, head tilting adorably. 

“D’you want me to warm it up for you?” He was already sitting up, his warmth leaving her before she could even answer.

Rora could feel herself already pouting, her head wanting to shake and her rejection of the idea on the tip of her tongue. But as he retreated, another warmth settled in. She looked down to see Hongjoong there, head on one thigh and Yeosang’s hand on the other, fingers kneading lightly at the exposed flesh. She inhaled, exhaled shakily, but forced herself to relax back into the sofa. 

“S’okay?” Yeosang’s soft voice asked. 

“Yeah,” she breathed, eyes landing on Hongjoong, who was blinking up at her. 

He smiled, eyes still low and sleepy, and it somehow added to his beauty. She couldn’t help but smooth her thumb over an eyebrow, down the slope of his cute nose, over the curve of his cheek. His lids lowered at her soft ministrations, lips parting on a sigh that made him look so kissable she had to stop herself from leaning down into his space. 

Yeosang’s face nuzzled right into her neck, and she giggled at the ticklish feeling of his breath on her skin. “You’re cute,” Yeosang murmured. 

She swallowed, cleared her throat. “Am I?” she asked softly, the fingers of one of her hands curling into the collar of Hongjoong’s sleep shirt. 

“Very,” Seonghwa answered from the kitchen, voice carrying just loud enough for her to hear but still soft enough to not wake the others still sleeping in the apartment.

Her face flared with heat, and she could feel Hongjoong’s laughter against her leg. She refused to look at either of them, gaze jumping around the room until they landed on Seonghwa as he stepped back into the living room. She took a breath as he turned to her, eyes soft and pretty lips smiling when he caught her looking. 

Seonghwa sat on the floor again. “Careful, bunny,” he murmured, handing her the now warm coffee. “It’s hotter than I expected.”

Her heart melted at his words, at the sweet tone of his voice. She took it carefully, letting her fingers brush against his, smiling down at him in thanks. Her breath caught when his nose brushed against her knee, lips grazing the skin lightly, sparkly eyes dancing with teasing laughter as they looked up at her. As she did before, she took a sip of coffee to hide her reaction. It didn’t seem to do the trick, though, all three men chuckling, rumbling morning voices sending shivers down her spine. 

“God,” she choked out, laughing to cover up how they all had her feeling. “How the hell am I going to handle whatever this relationship is?” She fell back into the sofa as if in defeat, making them all laugh some more, and her head turned when a new laugh joined in. 

Wooyoung was draped over Jongho’s back, much to Jongho’s chagrin. He was annoying him, trying to litter kisses on his neck and cheek, settling for a bite to a clothed shoulder that had the younger spinning around with a raised arm. Wooyoung ran away from him, cackling like he hadn’t just gotten out of bed. 

“Save me, sweetheart,” he yelped, crawling onto the sofa, around Hongjoong’s body to cling to her. It was a tight fit, but he somehow made it work, arms around her shoulders to hide behind her as best as he could. 

“I’m not helping you if all you’re gonna do is incur the bear’s wrath, Youngie,” she said, watching as Jongho gave a deep sigh, smiled her way, and walked to the kitchen. 

He whined at her words, but moved from his hiding spot regardless. His eyes were still heavy, lips pouted out, and she couldn’t help but twine her fingers into his messy hair and pull him down for a kiss. 

When they separated, he gave her a shit-eating grin. “Well, good morning,” he said, tongue swiping over his full lower lip smugly.

“Morning,” she said, eyes darting around the room to find everyone looking at them. It was her turn to hide, leaning into him to press her face into his shoulder. 

Laughter rumbled in her ears, making her cheeks go pink, but she relaxed when Wooyoung smoothed a hand through her hair. He pressed kisses into her hair, her cheek, and nuzzled her ear. “Wanna shower with me, sweetheart?” he asked, low enough for only her to hear. 

Hongjoong groaned, wiggling around as if to get as far away from his friend as possible without leaving his spot. “If you pop a boner right now, I’m punching you right in the dick,” he said. 

Wooyoung chuckled, pulling back from her to pout down at his friend. “Oh, please, Daddy?”

Hongjoong scoffed, but she caught the way the corners of his lips threatened to curl upwards, even as he shook his head and turned away from his friend, eyes fluttering closed again. 

She ran a hand through his hair, messing the black and blond strands even more than they already were. “I’m gonna move,” she warned everyone before wiggling herself from between the men. She reached for a pillow as she stood, sliding it beneath Hongjoong’s head, giggling when Yeosang just let himself fall into the couch, almost hitting Wooyoung’s legs as he fell. And Wooyoung flung himself down on his friends, leg hiked over Hongjoong’s waist and arms around Yeosang’s shoulders. 

“You’re not wearing my shirt anymore.” Jongho said as she stepped into the kitchen. He was holding a cup of coffee, sparkling eyes tracking her every step closer to him, plush lips pushed out in a pout.

She couldn’t help but coo at him. “I am,” she said, grinning and flipping up the bottom of the hoodie to show the bottom of the shirt he had pulled over her head before sending her back off with Yunho and Mingi. 

Eyes crinkling, he beckoned her over. “C’mere, precious,” he said.

So, she did. She stepped over to him, arms around his middle and face buried in his neck. He smelled like warm sheets and his body wash. A sigh fell from her lips when his arms came around her shoulders, his warmth seeping down to her bones until she melted right into his body. 

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, lips brushing her hair. 

She nodded, nuzzling closer into him, nose and lips brushing against his skin until he shivered and his hold on her tightened. The reaction made her want to push more, to leave kisses and nibble at his thick neck, but she settled instead for nuzzling into his jaw and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Did you?” she finally asked back. 

“M’yeah,” he said, fingers finding her chin to tip her head back further, pushing her hair behind her ears. “Thank you for letting me take care of you last night.”

Red ears peaked through his hair, and she giggled. “Thank you for wanting to,” she murmured, letting her hands sneak under his shirt to feel his firm back. 

He shivered against her again. Groaned. Buried his face in her hair. “Sounded like they took a lot out of you. Figured having an extra person would be helpful.” A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest.

Her stomach fluttered at the reminder of last night, then her heart followed at the reminder of how gently he treated her after. Of his hands soft on her skin. Of his whispered words and water-soaked kisses. 

Jongho puffed out a laugh, eyes skimming her face like he was searching for something. “I honestly don’t know how you were sitting. Your ass was so red last night, it looked painful. Are you not sore, precious?”

Cheeks going red, she whined at him. “Shut up.”

A full laugh came from him, and he pulled her close again. “Don’t be embarrassed, precious. I’m genuinely curious and just want to know if the aftercare was right for what you needed.”

“It was,” she clarified. “Felt like you had experience with it.” She was pushing, she knew. Pressing him for information she usually wouldn’t be pressing him for. But she was curious, and she wanted to know. Needed to know, even. 

It was his turn to go red again. “A little, yeah.” When all she did was tilt her head in curiosity, he sighed. “Had an ex that was really into spanking. And I’m kinda strong, so I had to learn quickly how to handle not leaving them with any extra pain they didn’t want.”

Rora nodded. “You did wonderfully,” she murmured. “Promise.”

“Thank you, precious.” 

Her tongue poked out to wet her lip, and she sent him a teasing grin. “Maybe you should put some of that experience to use on me.”

He sputtered, putting his hands on her hip to put a little space between them. “You can’t just…say that,” he stuttered out, face absolutely flaming.

She giggled, coming back into his space, fronts pressed flush. Her teeth found her bottom lip to smother her laughter when she felt something hard pressing into her lower belly. “Sorry, bear,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his chin. “Didn’t mean to make you hard before you’ve even finished your coffee.”

The groan that rumbled in his chest warmed her. The hand that tangled in her hair ignited flames in her lower belly. “You’re a glutton for punishment, huh?” he asked, fingers tightening to pull her head back just enough to have her breath catching in her throat. 

“Maybe a little,” she sighed out. “But only with those I’m comfortable with.”

His face softened at that, fingers loosening their grip to massage at her scalp, soothing the light prickles of pain. “I’m glad you feel comfortable with us,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. All coffee and just-woke-up warmth. She melted again, hands gripping his back for stability, reveling in the feeling of his smooth skin and strong, flexing muscles beneath her fingertips. In his warmth. His strength. How he pressed into her, kissed her deeply, sweetly. Like he needed nothing more than to kiss her in that moment.  

An exaggerated sigh filled the air, and she gave him one last kiss before pulling away. “Youngie’s getting impatient, it seems,” she mused. “I better go before he comes to get me himself.” 

Hands cupped her face, pulling her right back in. “Gimme one more,” he said, eyelids heavy and eyes bright in the morning light, lips shiny and pink from kissing. And then they were on hers again. Wet and warm and sweeping her right up into the clouds as they moved against her own. She sighed when his tongue swept over her bottom lip. Languid, slow in its teasing, lacking urgency. Like he just wanted to feel her, and who was she to say no to that? 

“Do you want me to get some clothes from your apartment for your date later?” he asked, still littering her mouth with kisses. 

She hummed, nibbling his lip gently. “Surprise me?” she murmured against his mouth.

“M’kay,” he whispered. “Can I take you home after your date?”

“Wanna spend time with me or something?” she asked, giggling breathlessly when he kneaded lightly at her lower back. 

“Yeah,” he said, bumping his nose with hers before pulling away. His eyes glanced behind her and he huffed out a laugh. “Guess I took too long letting you go,” he said. One last kiss was pressed to her forehead. “Gonna pick Sannie up after his workout and take him with me. S’that okay? Feed Teddy, play with him a bit, then come back with something for you to wear, hmm?”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “Thank you, bear.” 

She turned just in time to meet Wooyoung as he stepped into the kitchen. He was pouting, bottom lip pushed out dramatically and eyes big, made even more so when he pushed his sleep mussed hair back from his face. Before he could start whining, she stepped over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Ready to shower, Youngie?” she asked. 

He grinned and swept her away, calling back to the others that he’ll give her back in time for the date before they disappeared down the hallway to the bathroom. He wasted no time starting the water and undressing her and then himself, littering her neck and shoulder with kisses as he urged her toward the opened shower door.  

“Don’t wanna wash my hair,” she said, stepping into the shower behind him. “Washed it last night, and might get something done with my hair, too. Washing it today might make it more difficult.” 

He hummed, fishing a hair tie out of the caddy holding all of San and Wooyoung’s shampoos and soaps. Holding it between his teeth, he reached to pull her hair up for her, winding it into a bun and putting the tie in place. “What are you thinking of getting done?” he asked.

“Ah, well,” she chuckled, a little embarrassed. “Hongjoong’s hair reminded me just how badly I’ve been wanting to try a split dye, so I might do that. Half blond and half my natural color.”

His gaze darted around her face, face soft, eyes distant like he was trying to imagine it. “I think it’ll look good on you,” he said after a moment. “Are you gonna cut it too?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, stepping into him, her arms looping around his waist. “Get a little length off, add some layers. I’ve been pretty bored with it and I’m sick of it brushing against my skin. It feels like something’s crawling on me every time it happens.” Her last sentence was a whine, words trailing off on a fake sob and her head falling onto his shoulder.

Wooyoung laughed, hand cupping the back of her neck, fingers kneading until a sigh fell from her lips. He swallowed her next sigh, groaning when she leaned into him, plush lips pressing more incessantly against hers, fingers trailing over her wet skin. Skimming over her shoulders. Her breasts. Hand splaying wide over her belly and pressing her back against the cold wall, careful to keep her head from getting caught by the falling water. 

“We’re supposed to be getting clean, Youngie,” she said, giggling breathlessly when he kissed and nipped his way down her throat. “Not dirty.”

“Needed you since yesterday, sweetheart,” he rumbled against her sternum, big eyes blinking up at her, blown and dazed already. “Your pretty moans just echoing through the apartment. Fuck. Won’t take long, promise. Please, sweetheart. Just need to taste you. Please.” 

Her head threatened to tip back, but she didn’t want to take her eyes off him. Not when he looked like absolute sin kneeling before her, tan skin glistening with water and pretty cock already standing hard between those gorgeous thighs. 

“Fuck,” she whined, threading her fingers in his wet hair, tight enough that his eyes rolled back. “Fine. Yes. Be fast, Youngie.” 

He was quick about it. Diving right in and licking her right to orgasm in minutes, then coming right up to lick into her mouth, the taste of her release heavy on his tongue. It left her floaty, thoughts drifting away with the trails of steam filling the room. Hazy. Begging him to fuck her, to fill her right up. Thanking him when he turned her by the hip to press her front against the wall, one hand on her hip, the other between her shoulder blades as he rutted into her until he was shuddering behind her, cursing, rumbling out her name in a way that almost had her wanting to ask for more. So much more. 

Much to her dismay, he shifted back from her, leaving her empty and wanting. He laughed when she whined, smoothing his hands down her skin to calm her trembling. “Hush, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing kissing to the back of her neck. “Lemme get you clean and ready for Sangie, Joong, and Hwa, hmm?”

Too boneless to protest (and truthfully not wanting to waste more water than they already had or miss her date), she let him lather her skin with his soap and clean her of any traces of him save for the smell of his body wash. When she was able to get her brain and her legs working properly again, she washed him, marveling at the way the bubbles washed down his golden skin, emphasizing the lithe muscles toned by years of dancing.

He seemed to preen under her ministrations, practically purring as her hands moved over his wet skin. As she littered his pretty neck and chest with kisses and nips, sucking a little mark right over his adam’s apple when his head fell back on his shoulders. His sighs filled the steamy air of the bathroom, and she giggled when she finally stepped back from him. 

“All clean, pretty boy,” she murmured, tipping her chin up to kiss along his jawline. 

“Pretty boy?” Wooyoung’s heavy-lidded eyes roved over her face, pouty lips curved up at the corners in a sated smile and his cheeks dusted red, though she couldn’t tell if it was from their previous activities, the heat of the shower, or the new nickname. 

“My pretty boy,” she all but cooed, cupping his cheeks between her hands. 

Giggling, he bent his head down to slide his nose along her own. “You flatter me, sweetheart.”

“Good,” she said, pressing a kiss to those pretty, pouty lips, savoring the hitch in his breath at the contact and the way his hands held her close to him. “Okay, I think it’s time to get out now, pretty boy.”

“God, never stop calling me that,” he groaned, pulling her into yet another kiss, teeth nibbling and tongue sliding against her own. “But maybe stop for now so we can actually finish up and stay clean.”

Her laughter echoed off the tiles, seemingly growing louder as the water was cut off and they stumbled out of the shower. Like her first night in that apartment, Wooyoung toweled her off, even as he dripped puddles all over the floor. He handed her the toothbrush that had been given to her last time, and they brushed their teeth together, giggling each time they caught each other's gaze in the mirror. He let her use his skin care, even stepping in to put the various steps on her face for her. She let him, closing her eyes and letting him have this. Letting him care for her in the ways that seemed to let him relax and thrive.

“I like you, you know,” she murmured, keeping her eyes closed. 

His movements paused only for a moment before continuing to lightly press a serum into her skin. “That’s good,” he said after a moment. “Cause I like you too.” 

[dawn-iscozy]

uuuuugh he's so heckin' abdehabfeksf

WOOYOUNG for ARENA HOMME+

[dawn-iscozy]

yall “ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ viii ♡ has been hidden behind mature content label, so if you can't see it and you've been looking for it that MAY be why 😭😭

[dawn-iscozy]

“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ viii ♡

SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning  ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ bubbly ” - colbie caillat ♡ “ kiss me ” - ed sheeran ♡ “ cotton candy ” - yungblud ♡

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i’m still on the brink of denial about it). loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses (if you read the “a little warmth in winter” you’ll know most of the names already 🤭). things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but, like, I’m a sucker for these men and for the way I’ve written them and I just can’t stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn’t make any sense, I’m going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in some parts and kinda littered through the rest of the fic (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off)

WORD COUNT: 10.3k

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS: s m u t ! threesome (but what’s new atp?), hands lots of hands, some spit, MINGI’S RINGS, slight mxm interaction??? (yunho verbally teases and also touches mingi? but yeah) yunho’s a menace, princess mingi, petnames (doll/variations of doll, honey, good girl). low voices are sexy and rora completely agrees. looooots of teasing, panties, dry humping??, oral (male and female receiving), they are big bois, and rora loves it. this one is messy (but probably not the messiest), choking, slapping/spanking, hair pulling, praise and degradation, bit of voyeurism/exhibitionism, my first foray into writing squirting, wapwapwap, okay more spit than i originally thought, same with spanking, tears, overstimulation, dirty pictures, soft jongho aftercare, idk probably more? lemme know if there's anything that needs to be added

TAG LIST: @kaleigh-2002 (if anyone else wants to be added, drop a comment or a message and i'll gladly add you!)

NOTE: this is LATE and there's no teaser this time. i had soso much fun writing this chapter, and i sincerely hope you enjoy reading! 🫶

♡ 18+ - smut under the cut - MDNI ♡

viii: sticky sweet

Apparently, Rora fell asleep sometime during the movie, startling awake when someone hefted her up into their arms in a princess carry. She whined, but snuggled closer, nose to neck, breathing in the scent of his skin, absorbing his warmth. 

“Didn’t mean to wake you, honey,” Yunho murmured, pressing a kiss to her head. 

“S’okay,” she slurred, arms going around his shoulders, hand slipping beneath the neck of his shirt in search of more warmth as he walked her down the hall.  

“Get the blanket, will ya, princess?” Yunho said, and her eyes blinked open just enough to see Mingi trailing behind them, to nod at Yunho’s request and move ahead of them to do it. She wanted to giggle at the name. She did giggle, in fact. Too sleepy to keep it from slipping out or to even care. 

“Mingi’s princess?” she asked, looking over at the tall man.

Mingi didn’t respond, avoiding her gaze and going to pull the blankets back on the bed. Though, she caught the way his eyes crinkled at the corners and his ears went pink. 

Yunho grinned. He pressed his lips to her ear, whispering as if it were some big secret. Though, it was loud enough in the silent room that there was no doubt that Mingi could hear it too. “He likes it, and don’t let him tell you otherwise. But only I’m allowed to call him that.”

She giggled again when Mingi huffed but didn’t say anything, simply coming over to take her from Yunho’s hold and settle her into the bed. 

“Get ‘em off,” she whined, wiggling around in the soft sheets and pushing at the band of her pants. “Not comfy.”

“I’ve got you, doll,” Mingi said with a chuckle. 

She sighed when he slipped the fabric down her legs, pushing her now naked skin beneath the blankets. “Why doll?” she asked, shifting around on the mattress to find a comfy position. She settled on her back with a huff, feet still tucked under the blanket, flat on the bed and knees bent, stretching her arms over her head to work the sleep out of her system faster. She felt both men’s gazes on her, saw the way Mingi’s eyes trailed the expanse of bare skin. 

Yunho flipped the overhead light off but some hidden mood lights flooded the room in blue. The color did something to the shadows of his face, made him seem taller, more looming in a way that made her swallow to bring some moisture back to her suddenly dry mouth as he came over to settle on the bed next to her. Her head turned to watch his long body stretch out next to her. 

The bed dipped, and she was turning back to Mingi. He hummed, smiling upon noticing her attention back on him, and moved to kneel on the mattress by her feet. “Cause you’re pretty like one,” he said, large hands coming to settle on her knees, thumbs brushing over her skin there in soft circles, the calluses on his fingertips scraping in a way that raised goosebumps. 

A shiver worked down her spine, seemingly directed to right between her thighs. “Oh,” she breathed out, letting him push her knees apart as the praise washed over her. She was sure she was glowing with it, the warmth settling dangerously low in her belly. She was even more sure that both men could tell. 

A chuckle rumbled from beside her, a finger tracing down the line of her jaw, over her throat. “A little praise is all it takes for you, honey?” The thinly veiled mockery in his tone, the lowered octave of his voice had her trembling under Mingi’s penetrating stare. 

“Gonna make a mess of you before I even split you open with my cock,” Mingi murmured in that low voice of his, fingers pushing her hair back from her face in a gentle move that was a maddening dichotomy with his words. It would seem so casually said if it weren’t for how breathy the words were, if it weren’t for the intensity as his eyes moved over her face. “Is that okay? Wanna be a good little doll for me?” he asked, stretching over her so that they were nose to nose.

Rora nodded breathlessly, staring up at him as he hovered above her. His necklaces dangled right in front of her face, and she hooked a finger in it, tugging it lightly with a giggle. His eyes hooded, flicked over her face again before coming to land on her lips. 

“Hope you know how to be patient, doll,” he rasped, eyes flicking back up to lock with hers. “I’m definitely taking my time with you.”

“You care about your panties at all?” Yunho asked suddenly.

Her head whipped to the side, nearly having forgotten he was there. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she saw how close he was. He shifted, his long body straightening out before he lifted himself to sit back against the wall, arms crossing over his chest, one leg crossed in front of the other. The move somehow made him look bigger, and her breath caught in her throat. Audibly. Amusement lifted the corners of his lips, and she flustered at the intensity of his eyes, looking away from him, cheeks hot. 

Her gaze caught on the bedroom door just behind Mingi’s frame - the still very open door. Wooyoung walked by, catching her eye as he did, a filthy smirk on his face as he sent her a wink. Her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her, and she looked back up at Mingi. 

His brows ticked up, a reminder that she had been asked a question. 

She forced herself to look over at Yunho again, head tilting back to see his face better. She shook her head, brows furrowing. “My panties? Not really. Why?”

Yunho smirked, head tilting against the wall in amusement. “Mingi can have some particular…tastes sometimes.”

“Like…panties?” she asked, looking up at the man still above her. His face was much closer now, and she stopped breathing as he dipped down, that strong nose brushing against hers, lips less than an inch away. 

“Something like that,” Mingi said gruffly.

“I don’t care,” she said, tugging on his necklace again, eyes flickering down to see the way the chain bit into his deliciously thick neck. Tipping her chin up, she left a sharp nip to his tempting bottom lip. “Just buy me some new ones later.”

Mingi groaned and surged forward to press their lips together, his large hand coming to hold the back of her head. She could feel her hair tangling in his rings, could feel the cool metal pressing into her scalp, but she didn’t care. Not when his breath fanned over her face and his nose bumped against hers and his teeth teased over her bottom lip and his hips slotted with her own just perfectly. 

Her feet pressed more firmly into the bed, her hips rolling up into his until she couldn't help but moan into his mouth.

“There ya go. Keep rubbing yourself against me. Just like that, doll.” His voice was a rasp in her ear, and her skin tingled with it. Head went hazy with pleasure as she did as he said, rutting herself against his growing erection, even as he helped her out of the rest of her clothes, those big warm hands skimming over her skin, grazing her breasts. Down her sides, squeezing her hips, her thighs. 

Her hips jerked, went out of rhythm for a moment. Her breath hitched, releasing on a stuttered moan as her clit grazed the bulge of his still very maddeningly clothed cock just perfectly. She could feel her panties sticking to her wetness more and more with each roll of her hips, and she thought she could maybe make herself cum with just this. 

“I could cum like this,” she murmured the words into existence through hitched little moans that even she couldn’t help but find sexy, face feeling too warm at the admission. Her hands moved up Mingi’s arms, gripped his shoulders, looking up at him as she did. Taking in the flush of his cheeks and the dark of his eyes, the way his teeth dug into his lower lip. 

“You don’t get to cum until you’re a mess for me, doll.” He groaned, large hands gripping her hips to pin them down to the bed. “Not until I can see your pretty pussy right through your panties and you’re begging for cock.” 

Rora swallowed, trembled. “Don’t think we’re that far off,” she admitted. Her voice shook even as she huffed out a laugh. 

“Yeah?” His nose nudged at her own as he settled himself down on his elbows, arms caging her head. His breath fanned over her face, minty and warm, lips brushing over her own. “Dripping for me already?”

“Yeah,” she said.

His eyes flickered down to her covered cunt before he straightened up, pulling away from her. He didn’t look away for a moment, licking his lips like the sight was the most delicious thing he had ever seen. Cold washed over her even as she heated up further, and she was grateful when Yunho’s warm hand swept down her belly, settling so that his fingertips brushed the band of her panties. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she turned to look at him. His eyes were hooded, intense. She watched as his lips tipped up in dark amusement when she whined, his hand moving up her torso instead of moving further down. 

“You look about ready to eat her up,” Yunho joked, looking away from her, his hand creeping up further to test the weight of her breast in his palm. 

Mingi hummed, ringed fingers digging into the insides of her thighs, pushing them further apart. “Should I?” His eyes were steady on her as he asked, but she was too busy staring at his mouth. At his plush lips, wondering what they would feel like against her. What they would look like, shiny with her arousal. What they would taste like beneath her own taste.

“Fuck, please,” Rora said, and she knew that her eyes were pleading when they flickered back up to his. It was in her voice, in the tension of her body. There was no way it wasn’t written all over her face. 

“Please, what, honey?” Yunho murmured in her ear. She could hear his smirk, the dominant satisfaction practically dripping from each word. “Tell him what you want, hmm? Use your words. Tell him you want him to eat your sweet little cunt.”

If she trembled any harder, she would vibrate right out of her own skin. Yet, there she was, shaking as his words washed over her, as they washed over Mingi, who’s eyes flared with renewed intensity. She swallowed. “Please taste me, Mingi,” she said. Begged. Her hips canted up at her own words, and she moaned when Yunho tweaked a nipple in between his fingers. His eyes lit up, pleased at her words, at her reaction, and she was thankful he didn’t force her to use his exact wording. “Eat me up. Please.”

 As if to entice Mingi further, Yunho’s hand slid back down her torso. She watched, unbreathing, as it moved lower and lower until those long fingers covered the entirety of her pussy. Pressing against her with maddeningly soft pressure that had a whine trapped in her throat. His hand slipped further, heel of his palm pressing right into her clit until her hips wiggled and the whine came tumbling forth. He chuckled before finally pulling her panties to the side, baring her for Mingi’s hungry gaze. 

Mingi moaned at the sight, his grip on her tightening before he was shifting to lay on his belly on the bed, face to cunt. “You really are dripping, doll,” he said, finger brushing teasingly through her folds, pressing lightly on her clit then with more and more pressure, until she was gasping and arching her hip up into his touch.

Yunho hummed. “There you go, honey,” he said, shifting closer to kiss and nip and lick over her breasts. “Let Mingi make you feel good.” He paused to tongue over a nipple, pulling it into his mouth with a hard pull, and she pushed her chest up, closer, yelping when he bit down. “Lucky you, you’ve found yourself a group full of pussy fiends.” And if a cackle came from the hallway as Wooyoung walked past to get back to the living room, none of them bothered to give it any attention. Or maybe she did, actually, feeling herself clenching around nothing at the brief reminder that they weren’t alone in the apartment. 

She laughed through a moan when Yunho’s tongue swept over her nipple again, and Mingi’s hands pushed her legs up to open her further. “You all have such pretty mouths, it would be a shame if you weren’t - oh my fuck,” she cried out, hands flying to grab at anything as Mingi pressed the flat of his tongue against her, licking from bottom to top.

  “There is that saying, huh?” Yunho mused, tongue still mapping out the surface of her tits, lips sucking and teeth biting marks into her skin until she arched up into the sensations, hand coming up to grip his hair. 

Any retort she could have possibly come up with escaped her as Mingi’s lips wrapped around her clit, sucking the bundle of nerves without warning. “Oh, fuck,” she whined, free hand fisting tight enough she could feel her nails digging into her palm. 

“Don’t forget to stretch her open for us, princess,” Yunho said.

Mingi groaned, sending her head flying back at the vibrations of it, and parted from her to nip along the crease of her thigh. “Do you have to call me that right now?”

Yunho simply chuckled, tangled his fingers in Mingi’s hair, and shoved him back down. “Glaring at me like you don’t like it,” he mused. 

Mingi grunted, but one hand left her thigh, separating her folds to lick over her sensitive hole, strong nose nudging her in a way that had her struggling to stay grounded. His lips were back around her clit in no time, suctioning lightly as two fingers pressed right into her. One of his rings pressed tightly against her entrance, the cold of it a stark contrast to the heat of her arousal. 

“Were feeling so empty, huh?” Yunho said right into her ear. “Sucked his fingers right in.”

Her head was nodding before she could even think about it, the movements frantic. “So empty,” she agreed, blinking her eyes open to see him hovering over her face. “Feels so good.” Her breathing hitched as Mingi shifted the angle of his fingers, finding a spot that had her convulsing and whining his name loudly. 

A strong arm banded around her hips, pressing right into her lower belly in a way that had the pressure in her ramping up drastically. She flung up, propped up on her elbows to look down at the man between her thighs when his fingers crooked up inside her, hitting that spot over and over again. Her eyes had just met Mingi’s, glowing with pride and smugness beneath his heavy lids, before a hand curled around her throat and pushed her back down. 

“No, honey,” Yunho purred down at her. He paused for a moment, hovering over her with a question in his eyes that only faded when she smiled up at him and held his hand against her throat. “That’s right. You lay right here and fucking take it. Like a good little fuckdoll, hmm?.”

She mewled and writhed, tilting her head back as the sensations consumed her. As Mingi’s fingers hit that one spot over and over and Yunho’s fingers gripped her neck just perfectly enough to have her head floating. 

Another finger slipped into her, stretching her deliciously, and Mingi tongued over her clit again. She cursed, moaned as pleasure strong enough to have fireworks bursting behind her closed eyelids rolled through her. Mingi’s name fell from her lips like a mantra until Yunho’s smothered the words, tongue sweeping right inside to taste her, teeth nipping at her lips, cheek, jaw. 

“Sounds like you’re getting close, honey.”

“Yeah,” she huffed out, back arching on a particularly sharp slurp on her clit that had her entire body tensing, thighs threatening to close around Mingi’s head. She was right on the edge, that pressure so tight, hotter and lower, much more urgent than usual. “Please, please, wanna cum. All over that pretty fucking face. Mingi, please.” Her words were spoken on hitched breaths, whiny and breathless. 

Yunho groaned next to her ear. “Sound so fucking pretty when you beg, honey,” he rasped, mouthing down her neck to leave more marks. “Gonna make our good girl cum, Mingi? Let her make a mess all over your face?”  

Mingi whined right into her pussy, and the sound, the vibrations, sent her trembling. “Come on, doll. Think you could squirt for me?” Pleas fell from her lips over and over again as his fingers pistoned in and out of her with renewed force, pushing against her front wall with enough strength that she could feel the arm across her hips working harder to keep her in place. The sounds of it echoed in the room, her gushing wetness, his messy slurping, Yunho’s dirty words. It was so loud. So fucking lewd and nasty, and she felt hot all over.  “Think you could get it all over me? Make a goddamn mess for me.”

Yunho moved back from her, hushing her whines with a brief kiss. She watched as he fisted Mingi’s hair again, pulling his face out of her cunt just far enough that he could sneak his own hand down. She would have whined again if he hadn’t looked as absolutely fucked out as he did. His face was red, lips and chin shining with arousal and spit, eyes dazed like he was drunk on her. It looked like a struggle for him to look at Yunho. “Look at you, princess,” Yunho cooed, releasing Mingi’s hair to bring his hand down to her pussy, fingers lightly brushing over the sensitive flesh until she shivered and tried (and failed) to arch her hips up into the touch. “She’s so close, hmm? Keep fucking her good, just like that.” 

His fingers found her clit, dancing around it in teasing little swirls that were such a sharp contrast to the harsh pounding of Mingi’s fingers that she wasn’t sure if she should whine about it or not. It had her clenching, regardless, still teetering on the brink of climax. Body so tense, she knew her muscles would be sore later. 

But then he slapped her cunt just hard enough, the glorious sting of it sending her right over the edge, juices gushing out around Mingi’s fingers as he continued fucking her through it, around Yunho’s as he kept at her clit. The both of them working her up and up until she was screaming, hollering curses out loud and digging her nails into both their arms. 

Finally, they stopped, hands rubbing along the wet skin of her thighs and hips until she stopped shaking. Yunho moved back, Mingi immediately leaning over her, a hand in her hair as he took her breath in a searing, needy kiss that swept her right back up to the clouds. Lost in the taste of herself on his tongue and his hot breath on her face. Coming back only when she felt him fumbling above her, heard the sound of his zipper and the rustling of denim as he pushed his pants down to free his aching cock. 

A pitiful whine ripped right from her throat when he ground his cock against her, still so sensitive from her orgasm but wanting, needing more. Yunho’s hands smoothed over her thigh, from knee to hip, until goosebumps rose. He hushed her even as he chuckled. “You’re alright, honey. You can handle it, right?” 

Rora nodded, head tipping back to break away from Mingi’s lips. She moaned as he kissed over her chin and down her throat, nipping and tonguing over the sweat-slicked skin of her collarbones. “Yes, yes. Please don’t stop. Mingi, please. Please, please, please.” Her legs lifted, knees caging his slim waist as her hands ghosted up his broad shoulders, up his neck to card through his dampening hair. 

His large hand held her leg against him, grip strong around her thigh, as he rocked against her, cock sliding through her slick folds so easily, it was almost embarrassing. “Of course, dollie. Not gonna stop until you cum on my cock. Not until you take every last drop of my cum, hmm?”

Goosebumps rose again at the grit in his voice, at the promise in his words. “Gonna fill me up, princess?” she murmured, tugging at his hair for a particularly sharp bite on her collarbone.

He whined - fucking whined, and it was the most delicious sound she had heard all day. His hands gripped her tighter, those rings digging into her flesh. “Not you too,” he grumbled, like his cock hadn’t jumped against her and his breath hadn’t hitch in his throat and his hips hadn’t kicked forward when she said it. 

“What?” she asked, rolling her hips against his teasingly. “Gonna punish me, princess?” 

Mingi cursed, and Yunho chuckled. “You want him to punish you, honey?” he asked, hand cupping her jaw to tip her head back until she was looking at him. His thumb brushed over her lips, and her tongue poked out to taste the salt of his skin. 

She shook her head. “I’ll be good, Yunnie,” she said. Her voice was tight as she spoke, eyes wide and teary as she looked up at him. But she couldn’t fight back the teasing curve of her lips. “Princess is doing such a good job, though, no? Making me feel so good.”

Yunho’s eyes held something akin to a warning, but his features softened into a teasing smile, brows ticking up mischievously. “Maybe you want me to punish you,” he mused. 

She just giggled and grabbed Mingi’s face to pull him into another kiss. His tongue slid against hers when her mouth opened on a sigh, and she pulled his bottom lip into her mouth. Sucked. Nibbled. Until he whined again and he pulled back, eyes going right down to where they were connected. 

Mingi grunted, hips rolling to push his cock through her folds, pausing to press his cock into her entrance just the slightest bit, just the tip. The stretch was maddening, eye-rolling. He cursed when she clenched down around him, her body trying with all it’s might to pull him deeper. A sharp whine came from the back of her throat when he retreated, leaving her aching and empty. 

She thought she might actually start crying. 

He hissed as he wrapped a single heavily ringed hand around his cock, slapping her sticky cunt with it. A light sting over her clit, and she cursed, called his name in surprise, moaned when he did it again. He chuckled, shifting to rub the length over her cunt once again. The wet sound of it practically echoed in the room, and she was sure the others could hear it all the way down the hall. “There you go, doll. Say my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel good.”

A large hand came to rest on her chest, pressing her further into the bed. Another hand held her wrists over her head, keeping her imobile and at the mercy of the two men. At the mercy of Mingi’s harsh teasing as he kept that deliciously big cock just out of her reach. She wanted to scream when he pressed the head inside again, back arching off the bed when Yunho’s large hand slid down her belly to press light circles into her clit through her soaked panties, and all she could do was release a garbled, choked moan. 

“There you go,” Yunho whispered right into her ear, his other hand slipping up her throat to grip her cheeks.  “Good girl.”

“Open her mouth,” Mingi murmured, leaning over her until his face hovered over her own, necklaces dangling, cool and ticklish against her skin. His cock pressed just the slightest bit deeper, then stilled. “Tongue out, doll,” he said, a happy rumble escaping his chest as she obediently did as he said. His thick lips parted, pursed, as he spit right into her mouth. 

“Swallow it down, honey,” Yunho said, hand moving down, fingers gripping either side of her neck until her brain fuzzed out. She did as told, luxuriating in the moan that came from him when she did, in the feeling of Yunho’s fingers pushing her panties fully aside again to press directly against her clit. 

“Good fucking girl,” Mingi said. Despite his praise, however, his hips were once again retreating. 

She whined, throwing her head back. The hand at her throat disappeared, tangled in her hair to push her head up, lifting her shoulders up as Mingi pushed her legs apart, large ringed hands pressed deep into the soft flesh at the inside of her thighs. His grip released, each hand pulling away only to leave sharp slaps to either side. She felt herself clench around nothing, trying in vain to pull in the miniscule amount of cock Mingi had allowed her to have as hand prints bloomed right in front of her eyes. It wasn’t even the tip anymore. The tippiest top of his cock. Just there, a light pressure against her leaking hole. 

“Watch him split you open with his cock, honey,” Yunho rumbled, slotting himself closer to her, his strong thigh behind her back, holding her up where she felt both too heavy and entirely boneless. “Better enjoy this, honey. Your ass is gonna be red before you get anything from me.” 

She moaned at the threat in his voice, at the feeling of his hard cock pressing against her back. Yunho reached to hold one of her legs, taking over Mingi’s grip when he shifted to grip the back of her neck, holding her in place so that she had no choice but to watch him finally - fucking finally - start to push into her. 

“Yeah, doll,” he said. “Keep those pretty eyes on me, hmm?”

The deep drawl of his voice sent tingles over her skin, her hips twitching up in response, and she had to fight hard to keep her eyes from rolling into the back of her head as, finally, he stretched her wide open.

“Holy fuck, Mingi,” she whimpered, struggling to breathe as he pressed inside one inch at a time. It felt endless, like it took forever for him to finally press flush against her, but once he did, he paused. A moan bubbled up in her throat as she clenched around him. “Oh my god.”

It was only a moment before Mingi started moving, the first retreat slow, making her feel every inch as it slipped from her hole, before his hips snapped forward, filling her right back up in one powerful thrust that forced the air from her lungs. He set an agonizing pace, one slow retreat after another, punching moan after moan from her with each thrust back in. She watched, almost hypnotized as his cock came back shinier and shinier with each thrust, the girth of it practically dripping with her arousal.

“Feel so fucking good around me,” Mingi grunted, tightening his grip on the back of her neck as he pushed back into her. His lips pursed, and she watched as his spit fell down to where his cock was bullying its way into her. The spit wasn’t needed. She was plenty wet. She could feel it, a steady drip between her asscheeks to pool beneath her on the bed. But fuck if it wasn’t hot. The hand that was on her thigh slid down, his thumb pressing against her, rubbing harsh circles into her clit. 

“Oh fuck.” The words barely came out, stuck in her throat. A squeal followed as Mingi delivered a particularly sharp thrust, chanting his name like a prayer as he continued to hit that sensitive spot inside her, each one raising in pitch as her muscles grew tighter and tighter, as he took her higher and higher. Teetering right on that edge once again, whining and clawing at his shoulders and back to stay grounded. “Mingi, please. Gonna cum. Please, please.” 

“You think you deserve to cum after teasing me, dollie?” Mingi rasped, nails digging into her thigh. His hips stuttered, thrusted forward a little rougher than before. His thumb left her clit, and she whined. 

“You said you wanted me to cum on your cock,” she said, whimpered, wanting to throw her head back but unable to against Mingi’s grip.

Mingi’s chuckle came out strained, interrupted by a whine at the end. “Well, now you’re gonna watch me fill your little cunt up. Only then do you get to cum. Now be a good little fuckdoll and wait for me.” 

He hefted her closer, away from Yunho’s warmth to wrap his arms around her hips, her knees caging his waist. She squeaked, hands slapping down against the mattress to hold herself up. His thrusts were quick, little more than ruts inside of her, hips practically flush against her own. His pelvis rubbed against her clit with each little rut in a way that had her eyes rolling and her head falling back on her shoulders. 

A hand came around her throat and lips covered hers in an upside down kiss that stole each moan before it could escape her mouth. Teeth found her bottom lip, biting down until she whined, and sucking it into his mouth with a self-satisfied hum. The kisses were awkward with the angle and the constant movement from Mingi’s thrusts, but the messiness of it had her clamping down around Mingi’s cock. 

“Better not fucking cum yet,” Mingi choked out, ringed hand slapping her thigh. Despite his words, his thumb was circling her clit again, fingers squeezing the sting out of her skin. His thrusts were stuttering and his moans were a combination of grunts and whimpers that had her spiraling before she could even get a handle on it. Her orgasm washed over her, sharp and sudden and entirely overwhelming. And all she could do is moan and cry out apologies and grip the blanket in her fists as she came undone.

Mingi cursed, shivered, and suddenly he was spilling into her, still jerkily grinding his pulsing cock inside her. His thumb continued to work her over, whimpering as her cunt milked him for all he was worth. Even though his entire large frame was shaking, his voice breaking on whimpers and whines, he circled her clit. Her orgasm seemed never-ending, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her until they were both practically sobbing from the overstimulation. 

Finally he rubbed his big palms up her legs, guiding them down to rest against the mattress. Yunho assisted, helping her lay flat on her back as she caught her breath, as she came back down. Her body was still tingling, muscles seizing with aftershocks, when her eyes fluttered open. 

“You good, honey?” Yunho asked, his voice soft, softer even than his touch as he pushed her hair out of her face. 

Rora didn’t answer right away, and he didn’t push her to be faster. Patiently waiting as she let herself revel in the feeling of Yunho’s fingers in her hair and Mingi’s lips trailing kisses up her belly. Large hands kneaded at her thighs, at her hips, at her sides. She sighed, relaxed into the mattress, and blinked her eyes open again. “M’good,” she finally murmured. 

“Green?” 

“Green,” she confirmed. 

Without further preamble, she was flipped onto her stomach. The move left her breathless and hot all over, even more so as Yunho knocked her legs open with his knee and kneeled in between them, his own legs spread wide to keep her open for him. She whined. Her hands gripped the blanket by her head, her hips circling, pushing back, the manhandling sending another aftershock rattling through her. 

The chuckle that left Yunho’s mouth was mocking, a little mean as he worked her panties off. But his touch as he smoothed his hands up the backs of her legs was gentle, even as he took a firm grip just below her ass, thumbs hooked around to pull her even more open for him. 

A shiver worked down her spine, feeling as Mingi’s cum started dripping out of her, fingers flexing as Yunho’s grip tightened beneath her ass, thumb brushing right over her entrance, pushing everything right back into her. Her eyes almost rolled right into the back of her head. 

Yunho groaned. “Such a fucking mess for us, honey.” 

Mingi groaned, too, a large hand on her lower back as he leaned over her. He pushed her hair up, teeth nipping at the back of her neck. “Fuck, doll,” he rumbled. “You look absolutely divine dripping with my cum.”

She turned her head to see him. Seeing his flushed face right next to hers, she pressed up to kiss him. He obliged her, licking and nipping at her lips until she moaned. 

A hand tangled in her hair and pushed her back down, breaking the kiss and pressing her cheek into the mattress. Yunho shifted their position slightly, pressing her legs back together to straddle the backs of her thighs. The material of his pants brushed against her, the bulge of his still restricted cock grinding against the curve of her ass.

“Can’t even let me kiss her first?” Mingi all but whined.

“You can kiss her later, princess,” Yunho grunted out. “After she’s earned it.”

Fingers kneaded at the fat of her ass, palms massaging lightly, pressing circles that bit pleasantly into tensed muscles until her body was relaxing into the position. “There you go, honey. Just relax for me,” Yunho cooed, scratching at her skin lightly as he removed his touch from her. 

And then the first smack came. Right in the middle of her left asscheek. Hard enough, she was sure, to leave the skin red. She jolted, but stayed still. Stayed silent. Another smack came, landed right on the other side. Another, harder, hands massaging the sting deeper into her skin. The fourth spank absolutely left a solid handprint, had a whine ripping right out of her chest before she could swallow it down. The fifth, too. 

She hoped they lingered, that she would be able to marvel at them in the mirror later. She itched to ask someone to take a picture of it, the way that Hongjoong had in the kitchen earlier that day. “Yun-Yunho,” she finally panted out after the next two spanks, fisting the blankets by her head. 

He hummed, squeezing the smarting skin tightly.

Her breath stuttered at the move. “Pictures,” she gasped out, fighting to keep her hips from pushing back as he spread her open for his gaze again, as his hand slipped between her thighs to press light circles into the wetness there. “Want pictures.”

“Pictures?” he asked, trailing the fingers of his other hand up her spine. “Pictures of what?” 

“Wanna see my ass red with your handprints,” she murmured, unable to stop her hips from wiggling as his fingers dipped between her legs briefly. “Wanna see how I stretch around your big cock.” 

“Dirty little thing,” he said. The weight of him straddling her disappeared, and so did his warmth, leaving her shivering and pressing up to look behind her in confusion. A sharp slap echoed through the room, and she cried out as her thigh began to sting. “Lay back down and be patient.” 

Their eyes met as he pulled his shirt over his head, and his head tilted as he let his pants fall to the floor. A single brow raised, and his eyes lit up with something, lids lowering. The smile that crept onto his face felt dangerous, sending a shiver down her spine. “You wanna listen or see what happens?” he asked, reaching across the bed to run those big hands up the back of her legs, squeezing harshly at her sore ass.

A whine bubbled up her throat.

Mocking laughter rumbled in his chest. “You’ve already been punished once, honey. Let’s not have to do it again, hmm?”

Lips pouted, she settled back down, cheek pillowed on an arm so she could look at Mingi, who had apparently settled on the mattress beside her, propped up, head tilted back against the wall, eyes closed. She shifted closer to him, moving to rest her head on one of those thick thighs. A hand settled in her hair, pushing the mussed strands from her face even as his eyes remained closed. “You aren’t falling asleep, are you?” she asked.

A single eye popped open to look at her, then both eyes were blinking open. His head tilted down, little smile on display for her. “Of course not,” he said, rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb. He groaned when her lips parted, letting her teeth brush against the pad of his thumb, tongue tasting the salt of his skin.

“Phone or camera?” Yunho asked from behind her, though it didn’t sound like he was expecting an answer, so she didn’t bother answering. Neither did Mingi. Yunho hummed, finally coming back over to the bed, straddling her legs once again. “Phone would make it easier to share, right, honey? Would you want that?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, licking absentmindedly at Mingi’s thumb, rubbing her cheek against his thigh. Hands rubbed at her ass again, and she wiggled, turning her head to leave kisses over Mingi’s thigh. Twin slaps landed on her ass, and Mingi cursed, hand tightening in her hair when her teeth sunk into his skin. Tongue laving over the mark in apology, she noticed his cock twitching in interest, half-hard again, and she looked up at him again. She sucked the skin into her mouth, sinking her teeth in again. Slowly, applying pressure until he groaned and his head fell back to expose his throat. 

“Fuck, doll,” he rumbled, gripping her hair in a tight fist. His chest rose with a deep breath, and his necklaces sparkled against his skin. He looked absolutely tasty, and she wanted nothing more than to mark him up. His cock twitched again, and her mouth watered at the sight of it coming to full hardness once more. 

A hand came down on her ass with a slap that rang louder than all the others, making her yelp out. Her hips pushed back, though, seeking out more of Yunho’s touch as he gripped the stinging skin. She shuddered as the camera shutter sounded out, as Yunho guided his cock to nestle between her red cheeks. The camera sounded again. He guided his cock down to slide through the wetness still continuing to accumulate between her thighs. 

Then a new sound: Yunho was recording. Her body shook as he pushed into her, one slow, excruciating inch at a time. “Fuck,” she whined, mouthing at Mingi’s thigh again as Yunho finally bottomed out, grinding slowly against her as she adjusted to his size, hitting every sensitive spot inside of her with each small move he made. 

“Need something in your mouth, honey?” Yunho murmured, leaning over her body until his lips were on her ear, hips pressed tight against her ass. She wished she could see how his body absolutely covered her own, how his broad shoulders and sheer height no doubt entirely hid her. “Fingers? Maybe a nice, big cock, hmm?”

“Please,” she whimpered, eyes shifting from Mingi’s cock to his face. He looked dazed, fucked out, eyes wide and and parted lips shiny in the blue lighting. She yelped when Yunho moved, scooping his arms around her hips to haul her up and scoot her to lay better in between Mingi’s spread legs. “Oh, god,” she gasped as his cock shifted inside her, as her tummy swooped at the casual show of strength, the suddenness of the manhandling. 

The chuckle Yunho released after settling her back on the bed was low, rumbling as he pressed his hips flush against her again. “You liked that, didn’t you, honey? Gripping me so fucking tight.”

She felt so fucking full her brain was swimming, and she laid her head on Mingi’s hip to ground herself, hands smoothing up his thighs to settle against his lower back, lips and teeth brushing against the taut skin of his belly. “S’hot,” she slurred against Mingi’s skin, licking and nipping her way to his belly button, his hard cock brushing her cheek, jaw, throat as she moved, precum wetting her skin as if to entice her. She felt it twitch against her when she nipped at his belly button, dipping her tongue into the little divot, kissing down the faint happy trail beneath it. 

A keen filled the air, muffled by Mingi’s skin, as Yunho finally moved, drawing his hips back. A smooth, slow glide out, aided by her previous orgasms and the remnants of Mingi’s release, before his hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt once more. “Fuck,” she cried out, nails digging into Mingi’s back to keep herself from jolting forward with each snap of Yunho’s hips. 

He was slow, taking his time with each thrust into her wet cunt, one hand on her back and the other curling around her shoulder. Drawing out slow, groaning each time her walls gripped him tight, trying to keep him inside. Sinking in fast and hard enough that his hips connected with her ass with loud slaps. “Take my cock so well, honey,” Yunho gritted out, gripping her hip hard.

“Feels so good,” she moaned, mouthing at Mingi’s skin again, licking the salt right off him, licking her own arousal from around the base of his cock. Licked a stripe up the length of it to wrap her lips around the head. 

Mingi groaned, fisted her hair again when her tongue brushed over the tip, swirling around it with a moan at the prickle of pain in her scalp. She relaxed her body, relaxed her jaw. Closing her eyes. Letting Yunho’s thrusts push her down Mingi’s cock, letting the both of them take over her entirely. 

A gag filled the air when the tip of Mingi’s cock hit the back of her throat, and that sent both men groaning. The hand in her hair tightened. The hands on her skin gripped harder. Yunho cursed. “Look at you, honey,” he panted out, voice low, rough with pleasure. “So eager to take us. Just fucking born to take cock, huh?” 

Muffled whimpers fell from her as she tried her hardest to relax her throat, pulling back a little when it proved difficult. 

“Gonna have to train your little throat, hmm? Would you like that, honey?” Yunho’s next thrust was more harsh than the others, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. His hand replaced Mingi’s in her hair, and he pulled her head back, leaving her gasping and whining. “Look at you, crying to have cock back in your mouth like a good fuckdoll. Answer my question and you can have it back.”

“Yes,” she sobbed out. “Yes, please. Want it. Want you to train my throat.”

Both men moaned lewdly at her words. At the tears rimming her eyes and the sounds Yunho’s thrusts punched out of her.

“Good fucking girl,” he huffed out, pushing her head back down into Mingi’s spit-soaked crotch. 

Mingi whined, his hip rolled up when her teeth brushed over the head of his cock. And then she was taking him back into her mouth, moaning around him and hallowing her cheeks, sucking him hard as she tried hard to stay grounded in the moment, to make him feel good even when Yunho hitched her hips up off the bed to fuck into her at a new angle. 

She choked on a moan, nails scratching at Mingi’s skin when fingers found her clit. The man above her cursed, his skin pebbling with goosebumps beneath her touch. If her eyes were open, they would be rolling back at the pleasure. The next thrust sent her further down Mingi’s cock, and she gagged, tears pricking her eyes again. Her walls fluttered around the cock pistoning inside her when Mingi released a broken whine and his hips arched up. She was clenching hard with each retreat, with each mind numbing swirl at her clit, with each muffled gag around the cock in her mouth.

“Fuck, honey,” Yunho groaned. “You like choking on cock? Little cunt is fucking milking me.” His hand pushed her further down Mingi’s cock, stopping when she gagged, but holding her in place until Mingi whimpered, his large hands clawing at the sheet, at his own thighs but staying otherwise still. 

She moaned when Yunho let her up, tipping her head back to see the absolutely wrecked expression on Mingi’s face. “Can I take a picture, Min?” she asked. “You look so - fuck - so fucking good from this angle.” 

Throat bobbing as he swallowed, he blinked his eyes open to look down at her. His eyes were half-lidded, glazed but shining so bright in the blue lighting of the room. “Yeah.” His voice was a mere rasp, and his cock twitched against her cheek. “Yeah, please.” 

One of her hands fell from him, reaching back blindly as she littered his glistening cock with kisses. Yunho’s thrusts stuttered only for a moment, the phone finding its place in her hand. 

First, she took a selfie of herself nuzzling against his cock, of her placing a kiss on the tip with a tantalizing peak of tongue. Mingi groaned, and she glanced up to find his head tipped back again. Absentmindedly littering his cock and the skin around it with kisses and nips, she angled the phone to get a shot up his clenching torso. His glistening, heaving chest. The arch of his throat and the sharp line of his jaw. 

“Can you look at me, princess?” she cooed, voice low. “Lemme see your pretty face.”

She got a quick shot of his face scrunching up with a whimper, then another when his head tipped down to look at her again. A lick to the head of his cock in reward had his glossy, bitten-red lips parting, his glistening eyes soft and brows drawn down. The look alone nearly had her tumbling into another orgasm.

“Good boy,” she murmured, taking more pictures in hopes that some of them will end up good enough, knowing most of them will be blurred from Yunho’s continued harsh thrusts into her. “So pretty for me.”

He moaned brokenly at her words, back arching and hips bucking. She sucked around the tip, tongue swirling, and then he was spilling down her throat. Unfinished pleas and apologies tumbled from his throat as she swallowed it as best as she could, his thighs shaking around her as she worked him through it, keeping him in her mouth until his breath escaped him in little sobs. 

Yunho pulled her up, back to front, hand on her throat to anchor her head back against his shoulder. His cock pressed impossibly deeper, and she cried out so loud her own ears rang. The sound of a camera shutter filled the room again, and she felt her walls fluttering again. A hand slapped at her clit, fingers swirling to soothe the sting away. “C’mon, honey,” Yunho panted into her ear. “Need you to soak my cock. Think you can do that for me?” 

“Yesyesyesyes, please,” she whined, thighs shaking as she got closer and closer. More pleas, more whines and whimpers of his name. His hand tightened around her throat, fingers moving faster on her clit, hips shifting to hit that particularly sensitive spot inside her, and she was screaming right over the edge in moments. 

“Good girl,” Yunho choked out, hips still slapping against her ass as he chased his own high. She writhed in his arms, cursing, tears prickling in her eyes as he worked her through it. His hips stuttered, grip tightening on her as he came with a chest-rumbling moan. 

A whine fell from her, hips circling lightly as each pulse of his cock sent a new flare of pleasure through her. His hand slid up to cup her jaw, and he dipped down to steal what was left of her breath with a kiss. She was trembling so hard in the aftermath that she couldn’t even kiss back, simply letting him press little kisses to her lips and lick lightly into her mouth. 

He chuckled against her mouth, smoothing a hand along her torso. “Okay, honey,” he said. “I got you. Gonna help you lay down now, okay?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, letting him move her to lay against the sheets. She whined when his warmth left her, shivering until warm hands rubbed down her arms, over her back, smoothed her hair from her face. 

Her body relaxed into the soft touches and sweet words, opening her eyes to see Mingi’s face close to her own. He sent her a lazy smile, all sleepy lids and dimples. He was close enough that his nose almost bumped against her own and his breath fanned over her face. She let herself enjoy his closeness, enjoy the pressure of his arm coming around her middle, his lips finding her chin, the low hum that came from his chest. 

Shuffling caught her attention, a hand settling on her hip. “Gotta sit up and drink some water, honey,” Yunho murmured. “You too, Min. C’mon, you two. Up.”

Mingi grunted next to her, whined at being jostled, but let his friend move him. She watched as it happened, as Mingi’s grumpy expression settled into a pout that barely contained the happiness sparkling in his eyes at having his friend’s attention on him. 

Her muffled laughter died as another pair of hands found her skin, helping her sit up until she was face to face with Jongho. “Oh. Hi, bear” she murmured, grinning up at him lazily.

The smile he sent her was soft enough to melt her heart right in her chest, his eyes sparkling even as they turned into crescents. “Hi,” he murmured, pushing her hair behind her ear. His gaze scanned the bed for a moment, nose scrunching at the mess before he settled on the edge of the bed beside her. “Mind if I help?” he asked, handing her the cup of water in his hand. “Mingi always needs lots of attention, and Yunho might not be able to help both of you like he wants to.”

One glance over to see Mingi refusing the water in favor of clinging to a playfully exasperated Yunho, and she nodded. “Sounds nice,” she said, taking careful sips of the water. She was still shaking, her hands even more so, and Jongho seemed to notice, helping her tip the glass against her lips until the water was gone, thumb brushing a lingering drop from her bottom lip. “Thank you.”

He stood, placing the empty glass on the nightstand. “Ready to shower, stinky?”

“Not if you’re gonna be calling me that,” she whined, pouting up at him.

Humming, he simply reached for her, hoisting her right off the mattress and into his arms, murmuring an apology against her forehead when his shirt brushed against the sensitive skin of her bottom. 

Her arms came around his neck, huddling into his warmth for a moment, reveling in his strength. Gasping, she started wiggling in his hold. “Wait,” she murmured quickly, fingers flexing against the back of his neck. “Bear, hold on.”

Jongho stopped in the doorway, looking down at her with a brow arched. “What’s wrong?”

The concern in his voice made her heart clench in her chest. “Sorry, sorry. Nothing’s wrong. Just,” she paused, her cheeks reddened. “Wanna give them kisses first,” she murmured. 

Pretty eyes looked over her face for a moment, strong arms squeezing her tight against him before his face softened. A little smile curled the edges of his lips. “Sure, precious.” He turned, cleared his throat. “There’s been a request for kisses,” he announced. 

His ears were red, seeming to glow brighter as he got closer to his two friends still on the bed, one in boxers and the other still very naked. She giggled when the two tall men swooped in to try to plant a smooch on their youngest friend. “Not me, you heathens,” he grumbled, glaring at their goofy smiles, though there wasn’t any real heat behind it. Though, she was sure that had he not been carrying her, he would be pushing or kicking them away from him. “Kiss her before I take her with me and leave you with nothing.”

“Boo,” Yunho teased, hand coming up to frame her face as he dipped down, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her nose, her chin. Only when she whined did he press a kiss to her lips. “Have fun with baby bear, honey,” he said against her mouth. 

Mingi leaned in around Yunho’s shoulder when his friend pulled away, giving her lazy little pecks that had her melting right into Jongho’s hold. “Cuddle when we’re all clean?” he asked, looking from her to Yunho, eyes wide, almost pleading. 

“I could go for some cuddles,” she said, heart melting when his eyes squinted into crescents with the force of his smile. Before Yunho could even say his own agreement, Mingi was up and running toward one of the bathrooms. Her eyes caught on the cute little bounce of his bottom as he scurried away, but then she spied the bright red marks littering the skin of his hips and lower back, the ones he put on his own thighs. Pouting, she turned to Yunho. “Yuyu, will you put some ointment on Mingi for me? I don’t want the scratches to hurt him.”  

“Of course, honey,” he said, smiling softly at her before following his friend out of the room. 

“Gotta get you in the shower before my shirt stains more,” Jongho suddenly said, hefting her body into a more comfortable hold, accidentally pressing the newly acquired wet spot on the sleeve of his sweater to the back of her thigh, laughing when she huffed at him. “Kidding, precious. What’s a little cum, anyway? It’s easy enough to clean up.”

“Jongho!” she exclaimed, hiding her face in his shoulder. 

Lips pressed to her hair, breath puffing out against her skin as he continued to laugh. “Okay, okay,” he said. “Let’s go get you clean and get something to soothe that red bottom.”

Rora just let herself melt back into him again, into his warmth and strength as he carried her from the room to the unoccupied bathroom. The same bathroom she had been in that first night. 

“Can you sit? Does your bottom hurt too much?” Jongho asked.

“It probably looks worse than it actually is,” she murmured. “It hurts a little, but I should be able to sit.”

“Can-” he paused, his brows furrowed, tongue poking out to wet the corner of his mouth, cheeks dusted pink. “Do you mind if I take a look?”

Her cheeks must have been as red as her ass was, but she nodded anyway and let him set her feet on the ground. The tiles were cold enough that she cringed, a shiver working through her as his hands settled on her hips to turn her around. Hands braced on the counter, she caught his eye in the mirror, giggling when he sent her a cheeky look before crouching down behind her. There was no way there wasn’t a mess between her legs, and she was sure she was now adding to that mess. Working hard to keep her unsteady legs relaxed and unclenched as his hands smoothed over the flaming skin of her behind. 

“Yunho’s stronger than he looks, huh?” he joked, hand pressing lightly over a visible handprint. 

“I asked for it,” she said, voice coming out breathier than she wanted when a light kiss was pressed to the back of her thigh and his thumb brushed the sensitive skin of her ass, back and forth. So gentle, but enough to force her breath from her chest in a huff. 

“I’m sure you did,” Jongho said against the skin of her ass, trailing more kisses and soothing touches over the skin. “Let’s get you in the shower and then we can put some cool lotion on, okay?”

He helped her sit on the counter, the pressure smarting the raw skin of her bottom but the surface cool enough to be soothing as she watched him start up the shower. Then, he was back in front of her, soft cotton shirt brushing the skin of her knees and hands curving around her arms. “Do you want to shower on your own?” he asked. 

“Can you…help me?” she asked, pulse thrumming in her throat. “I don’t think I can stand for that long,” she paused, swallowed, letting her hands come forward to curl into the bottom of his shirt. “And I wanna spend some more time with you. Don’t wanna be alone.”

The smile he gave her at her admission was glorious, all squinted eyes and pink gums and round cheeks. “I didn’t plan on leaving you in here alone, precious,” he said. 

Rora couldn’t help but squirm under the weight of his amusement, under the glow of affection sparkling in his eyes. Melting when his expression dropped and his ears went red again, when he cleared his throat and stepped away to toy with the bottom of his shirt. Took a steadying breath. Pulled the clothing right over his head. Immediately working on his pants. 

“Up you come, Bambi,” he murmured, helping her from the counter before she could fully take in the newly exposed skin. 

As much as she wanted to come back with a quip of her own, she was left humbled and floundering when her legs wobbled upon standing, leaving her gripping at Jongho’s strong arms to keep herself from tumbling right down to the floor. His chest rumbled against her back, his laughter filling the bathroom as he helped her walk to the shower. “You’re being so mean today,” she whined, head flopping back to get a glance at his face. 

“Sorry, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Do I need to tone the teasing down?” 

She shook her head, letting him guide her through the open shower door. “Just not used to it,” she said. “But I like it. Feels like you’re getting more comfortable with me.”

“I am,” he assured, nuzzling her cheek. “Water might be a little cold. Didn’t want it too warm in case it hurts you more.”

The temperature of the water left something to be desired, just the slightest bit cooler than her body temperature. But as soon as it washed over her ass, she was thankful it wasn’t as warm as she would usually want it. Jongho’s warmth kept her from becoming too cold, strong arms holding her tight until she was ready to melt right into the floor. He was soaping her up before she could even register it, the smell of Wooyoung’s body wash filling the space, capable hands smoothing over her skin. Down her arms, around her shoulders, over her chest. She sighed out as his touch lingered, thumbs brushing over pebbling nipples before his touch coasted down her ribcage and over her belly. 

Kisses followed the bubbles as they fell down her body, Jongho sinking down to wash her lower body. Fingers kneaded at her calves, at her thighs, massaging the tension right out of them until she had to lean into the wall to not fall. Breath puffed out against her hip as he chuckled, nipping at the side of her thigh. “You good there, precious?” 

Rora hummed. “You’re more attentive than I thought you would be,” she murmured, ignoring the heat in her cheeks when he cleaned the mess between her thighs. 

“You thought about what my aftercare would look like?” He stood again, reaching around her for the shampoo. 

“Well, not really. But, yunno.” She cleared her throat. 

“Close your eyes for me,” he murmured, humming happily when she complied. His fingers threaded through her hair, massaged at her scalp, then he was tipping her head back and smoothing the suds back before they could even attempt to get on her face. Then he was doing the same thing with the conditioner. “You like it, though?” 

His question had her blinking her eyes open, blinking the water from her lashes until she could focus on his face. Expression still soft, but tinged with a determination that made her heart flutter in her chest. “I do,” she said. “Can I wash your hair?”

“I already showered, precious,” he said, eyes sparkling in the dim lighting of the bathroom. “This one is all about you.”

She wanted to pout, but before her bottom lip could push out even the slightest bit, it was being snagged by his teeth. 

“Don’t pout at me, baby,” he said, pressing light kisses over her mouth until she clung to him and giggled. “Let’s dry off and get something on that cute little bottom, hmm?” 

[dawn-iscozy]

“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ viii ♡

SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning  ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ bubbly ” - colbie caillat ♡ “ kiss me ” - ed sheeran ♡ “ cotton candy ” - yungblud ♡

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i’m still on the brink of denial about it). loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses (if you read the “a little warmth in winter” you’ll know most of the names already 🤭). things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but, like, I’m a sucker for these men and for the way I’ve written them and I just can’t stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn’t make any sense, I’m going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in some parts and kinda littered through the rest of the fic (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off)

WORD COUNT: 10.3k

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS: s m u t ! threesome (but what’s new atp?), hands lots of hands, some spit, MINGI’S RINGS, slight mxm interaction??? (yunho verbally teases and also touches mingi? but yeah) yunho’s a menace, princess mingi, petnames (doll/variations of doll, honey, good girl). low voices are sexy and rora completely agrees. looooots of teasing, panties, dry humping??, oral (male and female receiving), they are big bois, and rora loves it. this one is messy (but probably not the messiest), choking, slapping/spanking, hair pulling, praise and degradation, bit of voyeurism/exhibitionism, my first foray into writing squirting, wapwapwap, okay more spit than i originally thought, same with spanking, tears, overstimulation, dirty pictures, soft jongho aftercare, idk probably more? lemme know if there's anything that needs to be added

TAG LIST: @kaleigh-2002 (if anyone else wants to be added, drop a comment or a message and i'll gladly add you!)

NOTE: this is LATE and there's no teaser this time. i had soso much fun writing this chapter, and i sincerely hope you enjoy reading! 🫶

♡ 18+ - smut under the cut - MDNI ♡

viii: sticky sweet

Apparently, Rora fell asleep sometime during the movie, startling awake when someone hefted her up into their arms in a princess carry. She whined, but snuggled closer, nose to neck, breathing in the scent of his skin, absorbing his warmth. 

“Didn’t mean to wake you, honey,” Yunho murmured, pressing a kiss to her head. 

“S’okay,” she slurred, arms going around his shoulders, hand slipping beneath the neck of his shirt in search of more warmth as he walked her down the hall.  

“Get the blanket, will ya, princess?” Yunho said, and her eyes blinked open just enough to see Mingi trailing behind them, to nod at Yunho’s request and move ahead of them to do it. She wanted to giggle at the name. She did giggle, in fact. Too sleepy to keep it from slipping out or to even care. 

“Mingi’s princess?” she asked, looking over at the tall man.

Mingi didn’t respond, avoiding her gaze and going to pull the blankets back on the bed. Though, she caught the way his eyes crinkled at the corners and his ears went pink. 

Yunho grinned. He pressed his lips to her ear, whispering as if it were some big secret. Though, it was loud enough in the silent room that there was no doubt that Mingi could hear it too. “He likes it, and don’t let him tell you otherwise. But only I’m allowed to call him that.”

She giggled again when Mingi huffed but didn’t say anything, simply coming over to take her from Yunho’s hold and settle her into the bed. 

“Get ‘em off,” she whined, wiggling around in the soft sheets and pushing at the band of her pants. “Not comfy.”

“I’ve got you, doll,” Mingi said with a chuckle. 

She sighed when he slipped the fabric down her legs, pushing her now naked skin beneath the blankets. “Why doll?” she asked, shifting around on the mattress to find a comfy position. She settled on her back with a huff, feet still tucked under the blanket, flat on the bed and knees bent, stretching her arms over her head to work the sleep out of her system faster. She felt both men’s gazes on her, saw the way Mingi’s eyes trailed the expanse of bare skin. 

Yunho flipped the overhead light off but some hidden mood lights flooded the room in blue. The color did something to the shadows of his face, made him seem taller, more looming in a way that made her swallow to bring some moisture back to her suddenly dry mouth as he came over to settle on the bed next to her. Her head turned to watch his long body stretch out next to her. 

The bed dipped, and she was turning back to Mingi. He hummed, smiling upon noticing her attention back on him, and moved to kneel on the mattress by her feet. “Cause you’re pretty like one,” he said, large hands coming to settle on her knees, thumbs brushing over her skin there in soft circles, the calluses on his fingertips scraping in a way that raised goosebumps. 

A shiver worked down her spine, seemingly directed to right between her thighs. “Oh,” she breathed out, letting him push her knees apart as the praise washed over her. She was sure she was glowing with it, the warmth settling dangerously low in her belly. She was even more sure that both men could tell. 

A chuckle rumbled from beside her, a finger tracing down the line of her jaw, over her throat. “A little praise is all it takes for you, honey?” The thinly veiled mockery in his tone, the lowered octave of his voice had her trembling under Mingi’s penetrating stare. 

“Gonna make a mess of you before I even split you open with my cock,” Mingi murmured in that low voice of his, fingers pushing her hair back from her face in a gentle move that was a maddening dichotomy with his words. It would seem so casually said if it weren’t for how breathy the words were, if it weren’t for the intensity as his eyes moved over her face. “Is that okay? Wanna be a good little doll for me?” he asked, stretching over her so that they were nose to nose.

Rora nodded breathlessly, staring up at him as he hovered above her. His necklaces dangled right in front of her face, and she hooked a finger in it, tugging it lightly with a giggle. His eyes hooded, flicked over her face again before coming to land on her lips. 

“Hope you know how to be patient, doll,” he rasped, eyes flicking back up to lock with hers. “I’m definitely taking my time with you.”

“You care about your panties at all?” Yunho asked suddenly.

Her head whipped to the side, nearly having forgotten he was there. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she saw how close he was. He shifted, his long body straightening out before he lifted himself to sit back against the wall, arms crossing over his chest, one leg crossed in front of the other. The move somehow made him look bigger, and her breath caught in her throat. Audibly. Amusement lifted the corners of his lips, and she flustered at the intensity of his eyes, looking away from him, cheeks hot. 

Her gaze caught on the bedroom door just behind Mingi’s frame - the still very open door. Wooyoung walked by, catching her eye as he did, a filthy smirk on his face as he sent her a wink. Her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her, and she looked back up at Mingi. 

His brows ticked up, a reminder that she had been asked a question. 

She forced herself to look over at Yunho again, head tilting back to see his face better. She shook her head, brows furrowing. “My panties? Not really. Why?”

Yunho smirked, head tilting against the wall in amusement. “Mingi can have some particular…tastes sometimes.”

“Like…panties?” she asked, looking up at the man still above her. His face was much closer now, and she stopped breathing as he dipped down, that strong nose brushing against hers, lips less than an inch away. 

“Something like that,” Mingi said gruffly.

“I don’t care,” she said, tugging on his necklace again, eyes flickering down to see the way the chain bit into his deliciously thick neck. Tipping her chin up, she left a sharp nip to his tempting bottom lip. “Just buy me some new ones later.”

Mingi groaned and surged forward to press their lips together, his large hand coming to hold the back of her head. She could feel her hair tangling in his rings, could feel the cool metal pressing into her scalp, but she didn’t care. Not when his breath fanned over her face and his nose bumped against hers and his teeth teased over her bottom lip and his hips slotted with her own just perfectly. 

Her feet pressed more firmly into the bed, her hips rolling up into his until she couldn't help but moan into his mouth.

“There ya go. Keep rubbing yourself against me. Just like that, doll.” His voice was a rasp in her ear, and her skin tingled with it. Head went hazy with pleasure as she did as he said, rutting herself against his growing erection, even as he helped her out of the rest of her clothes, those big warm hands skimming over her skin, grazing her breasts. Down her sides, squeezing her hips, her thighs. 

Her hips jerked, went out of rhythm for a moment. Her breath hitched, releasing on a stuttered moan as her clit grazed the bulge of his still very maddeningly clothed cock just perfectly. She could feel her panties sticking to her wetness more and more with each roll of her hips, and she thought she could maybe make herself cum with just this. 

“I could cum like this,” she murmured the words into existence through hitched little moans that even she couldn’t help but find sexy, face feeling too warm at the admission. Her hands moved up Mingi’s arms, gripped his shoulders, looking up at him as she did. Taking in the flush of his cheeks and the dark of his eyes, the way his teeth dug into his lower lip. 

“You don’t get to cum until you’re a mess for me, doll.” He groaned, large hands gripping her hips to pin them down to the bed. “Not until I can see your pretty pussy right through your panties and you’re begging for cock.” 

Rora swallowed, trembled. “Don’t think we’re that far off,” she admitted. Her voice shook even as she huffed out a laugh. 

“Yeah?” His nose nudged at her own as he settled himself down on his elbows, arms caging her head. His breath fanned over her face, minty and warm, lips brushing over her own. “Dripping for me already?”

“Yeah,” she said.

His eyes flickered down to her covered cunt before he straightened up, pulling away from her. He didn’t look away for a moment, licking his lips like the sight was the most delicious thing he had ever seen. Cold washed over her even as she heated up further, and she was grateful when Yunho’s warm hand swept down her belly, settling so that his fingertips brushed the band of her panties. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she turned to look at him. His eyes were hooded, intense. She watched as his lips tipped up in dark amusement when she whined, his hand moving up her torso instead of moving further down. 

“You look about ready to eat her up,” Yunho joked, looking away from her, his hand creeping up further to test the weight of her breast in his palm. 

Mingi hummed, ringed fingers digging into the insides of her thighs, pushing them further apart. “Should I?” His eyes were steady on her as he asked, but she was too busy staring at his mouth. At his plush lips, wondering what they would feel like against her. What they would look like, shiny with her arousal. What they would taste like beneath her own taste.

“Fuck, please,” Rora said, and she knew that her eyes were pleading when they flickered back up to his. It was in her voice, in the tension of her body. There was no way it wasn’t written all over her face. 

“Please, what, honey?” Yunho murmured in her ear. She could hear his smirk, the dominant satisfaction practically dripping from each word. “Tell him what you want, hmm? Use your words. Tell him you want him to eat your sweet little cunt.”

If she trembled any harder, she would vibrate right out of her own skin. Yet, there she was, shaking as his words washed over her, as they washed over Mingi, who’s eyes flared with renewed intensity. She swallowed. “Please taste me, Mingi,” she said. Begged. Her hips canted up at her own words, and she moaned when Yunho tweaked a nipple in between his fingers. His eyes lit up, pleased at her words, at her reaction, and she was thankful he didn’t force her to use his exact wording. “Eat me up. Please.”

 As if to entice Mingi further, Yunho’s hand slid back down her torso. She watched, unbreathing, as it moved lower and lower until those long fingers covered the entirety of her pussy. Pressing against her with maddeningly soft pressure that had a whine trapped in her throat. His hand slipped further, heel of his palm pressing right into her clit until her hips wiggled and the whine came tumbling forth. He chuckled before finally pulling her panties to the side, baring her for Mingi’s hungry gaze. 

Mingi moaned at the sight, his grip on her tightening before he was shifting to lay on his belly on the bed, face to cunt. “You really are dripping, doll,” he said, finger brushing teasingly through her folds, pressing lightly on her clit then with more and more pressure, until she was gasping and arching her hip up into his touch.

Yunho hummed. “There you go, honey,” he said, shifting closer to kiss and nip and lick over her breasts. “Let Mingi make you feel good.” He paused to tongue over a nipple, pulling it into his mouth with a hard pull, and she pushed her chest up, closer, yelping when he bit down. “Lucky you, you’ve found yourself a group full of pussy fiends.” And if a cackle came from the hallway as Wooyoung walked past to get back to the living room, none of them bothered to give it any attention. Or maybe she did, actually, feeling herself clenching around nothing at the brief reminder that they weren’t alone in the apartment. 

She laughed through a moan when Yunho’s tongue swept over her nipple again, and Mingi’s hands pushed her legs up to open her further. “You all have such pretty mouths, it would be a shame if you weren’t - oh my fuck,” she cried out, hands flying to grab at anything as Mingi pressed the flat of his tongue against her, licking from bottom to top.

  “There is that saying, huh?” Yunho mused, tongue still mapping out the surface of her tits, lips sucking and teeth biting marks into her skin until she arched up into the sensations, hand coming up to grip his hair. 

Any retort she could have possibly come up with escaped her as Mingi’s lips wrapped around her clit, sucking the bundle of nerves without warning. “Oh, fuck,” she whined, free hand fisting tight enough she could feel her nails digging into her palm. 

“Don’t forget to stretch her open for us, princess,” Yunho said.

Mingi groaned, sending her head flying back at the vibrations of it, and parted from her to nip along the crease of her thigh. “Do you have to call me that right now?”

Yunho simply chuckled, tangled his fingers in Mingi’s hair, and shoved him back down. “Glaring at me like you don’t like it,” he mused. 

Mingi grunted, but one hand left her thigh, separating her folds to lick over her sensitive hole, strong nose nudging her in a way that had her struggling to stay grounded. His lips were back around her clit in no time, suctioning lightly as two fingers pressed right into her. One of his rings pressed tightly against her entrance, the cold of it a stark contrast to the heat of her arousal. 

“Were feeling so empty, huh?” Yunho said right into her ear. “Sucked his fingers right in.”

Her head was nodding before she could even think about it, the movements frantic. “So empty,” she agreed, blinking her eyes open to see him hovering over her face. “Feels so good.” Her breathing hitched as Mingi shifted the angle of his fingers, finding a spot that had her convulsing and whining his name loudly. 

A strong arm banded around her hips, pressing right into her lower belly in a way that had the pressure in her ramping up drastically. She flung up, propped up on her elbows to look down at the man between her thighs when his fingers crooked up inside her, hitting that spot over and over again. Her eyes had just met Mingi’s, glowing with pride and smugness beneath his heavy lids, before a hand curled around her throat and pushed her back down. 

“No, honey,” Yunho purred down at her. He paused for a moment, hovering over her with a question in his eyes that only faded when she smiled up at him and held his hand against her throat. “That’s right. You lay right here and fucking take it. Like a good little fuckdoll, hmm?.”

She mewled and writhed, tilting her head back as the sensations consumed her. As Mingi’s fingers hit that one spot over and over and Yunho’s fingers gripped her neck just perfectly enough to have her head floating. 

Another finger slipped into her, stretching her deliciously, and Mingi tongued over her clit again. She cursed, moaned as pleasure strong enough to have fireworks bursting behind her closed eyelids rolled through her. Mingi’s name fell from her lips like a mantra until Yunho’s smothered the words, tongue sweeping right inside to taste her, teeth nipping at her lips, cheek, jaw. 

“Sounds like you’re getting close, honey.”

“Yeah,” she huffed out, back arching on a particularly sharp slurp on her clit that had her entire body tensing, thighs threatening to close around Mingi’s head. She was right on the edge, that pressure so tight, hotter and lower, much more urgent than usual. “Please, please, wanna cum. All over that pretty fucking face. Mingi, please.” Her words were spoken on hitched breaths, whiny and breathless. 

Yunho groaned next to her ear. “Sound so fucking pretty when you beg, honey,” he rasped, mouthing down her neck to leave more marks. “Gonna make our good girl cum, Mingi? Let her make a mess all over your face?”  

Mingi whined right into her pussy, and the sound, the vibrations, sent her trembling. “Come on, doll. Think you could squirt for me?” Pleas fell from her lips over and over again as his fingers pistoned in and out of her with renewed force, pushing against her front wall with enough strength that she could feel the arm across her hips working harder to keep her in place. The sounds of it echoed in the room, her gushing wetness, his messy slurping, Yunho’s dirty words. It was so loud. So fucking lewd and nasty, and she felt hot all over.  “Think you could get it all over me? Make a goddamn mess for me.”

Yunho moved back from her, hushing her whines with a brief kiss. She watched as he fisted Mingi’s hair again, pulling his face out of her cunt just far enough that he could sneak his own hand down. She would have whined again if he hadn’t looked as absolutely fucked out as he did. His face was red, lips and chin shining with arousal and spit, eyes dazed like he was drunk on her. It looked like a struggle for him to look at Yunho. “Look at you, princess,” Yunho cooed, releasing Mingi’s hair to bring his hand down to her pussy, fingers lightly brushing over the sensitive flesh until she shivered and tried (and failed) to arch her hips up into the touch. “She’s so close, hmm? Keep fucking her good, just like that.” 

His fingers found her clit, dancing around it in teasing little swirls that were such a sharp contrast to the harsh pounding of Mingi’s fingers that she wasn’t sure if she should whine about it or not. It had her clenching, regardless, still teetering on the brink of climax. Body so tense, she knew her muscles would be sore later. 

But then he slapped her cunt just hard enough, the glorious sting of it sending her right over the edge, juices gushing out around Mingi’s fingers as he continued fucking her through it, around Yunho’s as he kept at her clit. The both of them working her up and up until she was screaming, hollering curses out loud and digging her nails into both their arms. 

Finally, they stopped, hands rubbing along the wet skin of her thighs and hips until she stopped shaking. Yunho moved back, Mingi immediately leaning over her, a hand in her hair as he took her breath in a searing, needy kiss that swept her right back up to the clouds. Lost in the taste of herself on his tongue and his hot breath on her face. Coming back only when she felt him fumbling above her, heard the sound of his zipper and the rustling of denim as he pushed his pants down to free his aching cock. 

A pitiful whine ripped right from her throat when he ground his cock against her, still so sensitive from her orgasm but wanting, needing more. Yunho’s hands smoothed over her thigh, from knee to hip, until goosebumps rose. He hushed her even as he chuckled. “You’re alright, honey. You can handle it, right?” 

Rora nodded, head tipping back to break away from Mingi’s lips. She moaned as he kissed over her chin and down her throat, nipping and tonguing over the sweat-slicked skin of her collarbones. “Yes, yes. Please don’t stop. Mingi, please. Please, please, please.” Her legs lifted, knees caging his slim waist as her hands ghosted up his broad shoulders, up his neck to card through his dampening hair. 

His large hand held her leg against him, grip strong around her thigh, as he rocked against her, cock sliding through her slick folds so easily, it was almost embarrassing. “Of course, dollie. Not gonna stop until you cum on my cock. Not until you take every last drop of my cum, hmm?”

Goosebumps rose again at the grit in his voice, at the promise in his words. “Gonna fill me up, princess?” she murmured, tugging at his hair for a particularly sharp bite on her collarbone.

He whined - fucking whined, and it was the most delicious sound she had heard all day. His hands gripped her tighter, those rings digging into her flesh. “Not you too,” he grumbled, like his cock hadn’t jumped against her and his breath hadn’t hitch in his throat and his hips hadn’t kicked forward when she said it. 

“What?” she asked, rolling her hips against his teasingly. “Gonna punish me, princess?” 

Mingi cursed, and Yunho chuckled. “You want him to punish you, honey?” he asked, hand cupping her jaw to tip her head back until she was looking at him. His thumb brushed over her lips, and her tongue poked out to taste the salt of his skin. 

She shook her head. “I’ll be good, Yunnie,” she said. Her voice was tight as she spoke, eyes wide and teary as she looked up at him. But she couldn’t fight back the teasing curve of her lips. “Princess is doing such a good job, though, no? Making me feel so good.”

Yunho’s eyes held something akin to a warning, but his features softened into a teasing smile, brows ticking up mischievously. “Maybe you want me to punish you,” he mused. 

She just giggled and grabbed Mingi’s face to pull him into another kiss. His tongue slid against hers when her mouth opened on a sigh, and she pulled his bottom lip into her mouth. Sucked. Nibbled. Until he whined again and he pulled back, eyes going right down to where they were connected. 

Mingi grunted, hips rolling to push his cock through her folds, pausing to press his cock into her entrance just the slightest bit, just the tip. The stretch was maddening, eye-rolling. He cursed when she clenched down around him, her body trying with all it’s might to pull him deeper. A sharp whine came from the back of her throat when he retreated, leaving her aching and empty. 

She thought she might actually start crying. 

He hissed as he wrapped a single heavily ringed hand around his cock, slapping her sticky cunt with it. A light sting over her clit, and she cursed, called his name in surprise, moaned when he did it again. He chuckled, shifting to rub the length over her cunt once again. The wet sound of it practically echoed in the room, and she was sure the others could hear it all the way down the hall. “There you go, doll. Say my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel good.”

A large hand came to rest on her chest, pressing her further into the bed. Another hand held her wrists over her head, keeping her imobile and at the mercy of the two men. At the mercy of Mingi’s harsh teasing as he kept that deliciously big cock just out of her reach. She wanted to scream when he pressed the head inside again, back arching off the bed when Yunho’s large hand slid down her belly to press light circles into her clit through her soaked panties, and all she could do was release a garbled, choked moan. 

“There you go,” Yunho whispered right into her ear, his other hand slipping up her throat to grip her cheeks.  “Good girl.”

“Open her mouth,” Mingi murmured, leaning over her until his face hovered over her own, necklaces dangling, cool and ticklish against her skin. His cock pressed just the slightest bit deeper, then stilled. “Tongue out, doll,” he said, a happy rumble escaping his chest as she obediently did as he said. His thick lips parted, pursed, as he spit right into her mouth. 

“Swallow it down, honey,” Yunho said, hand moving down, fingers gripping either side of her neck until her brain fuzzed out. She did as told, luxuriating in the moan that came from him when she did, in the feeling of Yunho’s fingers pushing her panties fully aside again to press directly against her clit. 

“Good fucking girl,” Mingi said. Despite his praise, however, his hips were once again retreating. 

She whined, throwing her head back. The hand at her throat disappeared, tangled in her hair to push her head up, lifting her shoulders up as Mingi pushed her legs apart, large ringed hands pressed deep into the soft flesh at the inside of her thighs. His grip released, each hand pulling away only to leave sharp slaps to either side. She felt herself clench around nothing, trying in vain to pull in the miniscule amount of cock Mingi had allowed her to have as hand prints bloomed right in front of her eyes. It wasn’t even the tip anymore. The tippiest top of his cock. Just there, a light pressure against her leaking hole. 

“Watch him split you open with his cock, honey,” Yunho rumbled, slotting himself closer to her, his strong thigh behind her back, holding her up where she felt both too heavy and entirely boneless. “Better enjoy this, honey. Your ass is gonna be red before you get anything from me.” 

She moaned at the threat in his voice, at the feeling of his hard cock pressing against her back. Yunho reached to hold one of her legs, taking over Mingi’s grip when he shifted to grip the back of her neck, holding her in place so that she had no choice but to watch him finally - fucking finally - start to push into her. 

“Yeah, doll,” he said. “Keep those pretty eyes on me, hmm?”

The deep drawl of his voice sent tingles over her skin, her hips twitching up in response, and she had to fight hard to keep her eyes from rolling into the back of her head as, finally, he stretched her wide open.

“Holy fuck, Mingi,” she whimpered, struggling to breathe as he pressed inside one inch at a time. It felt endless, like it took forever for him to finally press flush against her, but once he did, he paused. A moan bubbled up in her throat as she clenched around him. “Oh my god.”

It was only a moment before Mingi started moving, the first retreat slow, making her feel every inch as it slipped from her hole, before his hips snapped forward, filling her right back up in one powerful thrust that forced the air from her lungs. He set an agonizing pace, one slow retreat after another, punching moan after moan from her with each thrust back in. She watched, almost hypnotized as his cock came back shinier and shinier with each thrust, the girth of it practically dripping with her arousal.

“Feel so fucking good around me,” Mingi grunted, tightening his grip on the back of her neck as he pushed back into her. His lips pursed, and she watched as his spit fell down to where his cock was bullying its way into her. The spit wasn’t needed. She was plenty wet. She could feel it, a steady drip between her asscheeks to pool beneath her on the bed. But fuck if it wasn’t hot. The hand that was on her thigh slid down, his thumb pressing against her, rubbing harsh circles into her clit. 

“Oh fuck.” The words barely came out, stuck in her throat. A squeal followed as Mingi delivered a particularly sharp thrust, chanting his name like a prayer as he continued to hit that sensitive spot inside her, each one raising in pitch as her muscles grew tighter and tighter, as he took her higher and higher. Teetering right on that edge once again, whining and clawing at his shoulders and back to stay grounded. “Mingi, please. Gonna cum. Please, please.” 

“You think you deserve to cum after teasing me, dollie?” Mingi rasped, nails digging into her thigh. His hips stuttered, thrusted forward a little rougher than before. His thumb left her clit, and she whined. 

“You said you wanted me to cum on your cock,” she said, whimpered, wanting to throw her head back but unable to against Mingi’s grip.

Mingi’s chuckle came out strained, interrupted by a whine at the end. “Well, now you’re gonna watch me fill your little cunt up. Only then do you get to cum. Now be a good little fuckdoll and wait for me.” 

He hefted her closer, away from Yunho’s warmth to wrap his arms around her hips, her knees caging his waist. She squeaked, hands slapping down against the mattress to hold herself up. His thrusts were quick, little more than ruts inside of her, hips practically flush against her own. His pelvis rubbed against her clit with each little rut in a way that had her eyes rolling and her head falling back on her shoulders. 

A hand came around her throat and lips covered hers in an upside down kiss that stole each moan before it could escape her mouth. Teeth found her bottom lip, biting down until she whined, and sucking it into his mouth with a self-satisfied hum. The kisses were awkward with the angle and the constant movement from Mingi’s thrusts, but the messiness of it had her clamping down around Mingi’s cock. 

“Better not fucking cum yet,” Mingi choked out, ringed hand slapping her thigh. Despite his words, his thumb was circling her clit again, fingers squeezing the sting out of her skin. His thrusts were stuttering and his moans were a combination of grunts and whimpers that had her spiraling before she could even get a handle on it. Her orgasm washed over her, sharp and sudden and entirely overwhelming. And all she could do is moan and cry out apologies and grip the blanket in her fists as she came undone.

Mingi cursed, shivered, and suddenly he was spilling into her, still jerkily grinding his pulsing cock inside her. His thumb continued to work her over, whimpering as her cunt milked him for all he was worth. Even though his entire large frame was shaking, his voice breaking on whimpers and whines, he circled her clit. Her orgasm seemed never-ending, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her until they were both practically sobbing from the overstimulation. 

Finally he rubbed his big palms up her legs, guiding them down to rest against the mattress. Yunho assisted, helping her lay flat on her back as she caught her breath, as she came back down. Her body was still tingling, muscles seizing with aftershocks, when her eyes fluttered open. 

“You good, honey?” Yunho asked, his voice soft, softer even than his touch as he pushed her hair out of her face. 

Rora didn’t answer right away, and he didn’t push her to be faster. Patiently waiting as she let herself revel in the feeling of Yunho’s fingers in her hair and Mingi’s lips trailing kisses up her belly. Large hands kneaded at her thighs, at her hips, at her sides. She sighed, relaxed into the mattress, and blinked her eyes open again. “M’good,” she finally murmured. 

“Green?” 

“Green,” she confirmed. 

Without further preamble, she was flipped onto her stomach. The move left her breathless and hot all over, even more so as Yunho knocked her legs open with his knee and kneeled in between them, his own legs spread wide to keep her open for him. She whined. Her hands gripped the blanket by her head, her hips circling, pushing back, the manhandling sending another aftershock rattling through her. 

The chuckle that left Yunho’s mouth was mocking, a little mean as he worked her panties off. But his touch as he smoothed his hands up the backs of her legs was gentle, even as he took a firm grip just below her ass, thumbs hooked around to pull her even more open for him. 

A shiver worked down her spine, feeling as Mingi��s cum started dripping out of her, fingers flexing as Yunho’s grip tightened beneath her ass, thumb brushing right over her entrance, pushing everything right back into her. Her eyes almost rolled right into the back of her head. 

Yunho groaned. “Such a fucking mess for us, honey.” 

Mingi groaned, too, a large hand on her lower back as he leaned over her. He pushed her hair up, teeth nipping at the back of her neck. “Fuck, doll,” he rumbled. “You look absolutely divine dripping with my cum.”

She turned her head to see him. Seeing his flushed face right next to hers, she pressed up to kiss him. He obliged her, licking and nipping at her lips until she moaned. 

A hand tangled in her hair and pushed her back down, breaking the kiss and pressing her cheek into the mattress. Yunho shifted their position slightly, pressing her legs back together to straddle the backs of her thighs. The material of his pants brushed against her, the bulge of his still restricted cock grinding against the curve of her ass.

“Can’t even let me kiss her first?” Mingi all but whined.

“You can kiss her later, princess,” Yunho grunted out. “After she’s earned it.”

Fingers kneaded at the fat of her ass, palms massaging lightly, pressing circles that bit pleasantly into tensed muscles until her body was relaxing into the position. “There you go, honey. Just relax for me,” Yunho cooed, scratching at her skin lightly as he removed his touch from her. 

And then the first smack came. Right in the middle of her left asscheek. Hard enough, she was sure, to leave the skin red. She jolted, but stayed still. Stayed silent. Another smack came, landed right on the other side. Another, harder, hands massaging the sting deeper into her skin. The fourth spank absolutely left a solid handprint, had a whine ripping right out of her chest before she could swallow it down. The fifth, too. 

She hoped they lingered, that she would be able to marvel at them in the mirror later. She itched to ask someone to take a picture of it, the way that Hongjoong had in the kitchen earlier that day. “Yun-Yunho,” she finally panted out after the next two spanks, fisting the blankets by her head. 

He hummed, squeezing the smarting skin tightly.

Her breath stuttered at the move. “Pictures,” she gasped out, fighting to keep her hips from pushing back as he spread her open for his gaze again, as his hand slipped between her thighs to press light circles into the wetness there. “Want pictures.”

“Pictures?” he asked, trailing the fingers of his other hand up her spine. “Pictures of what?” 

“Wanna see my ass red with your handprints,” she murmured, unable to stop her hips from wiggling as his fingers dipped between her legs briefly. “Wanna see how I stretch around your big cock.” 

“Dirty little thing,” he said. The weight of him straddling her disappeared, and so did his warmth, leaving her shivering and pressing up to look behind her in confusion. A sharp slap echoed through the room, and she cried out as her thigh began to sting. “Lay back down and be patient.” 

Their eyes met as he pulled his shirt over his head, and his head tilted as he let his pants fall to the floor. A single brow raised, and his eyes lit up with something, lids lowering. The smile that crept onto his face felt dangerous, sending a shiver down her spine. “You wanna listen or see what happens?” he asked, reaching across the bed to run those big hands up the back of her legs, squeezing harshly at her sore ass.

A whine bubbled up her throat.

Mocking laughter rumbled in his chest. “You’ve already been punished once, honey. Let’s not have to do it again, hmm?”

Lips pouted, she settled back down, cheek pillowed on an arm so she could look at Mingi, who had apparently settled on the mattress beside her, propped up, head tilted back against the wall, eyes closed. She shifted closer to him, moving to rest her head on one of those thick thighs. A hand settled in her hair, pushing the mussed strands from her face even as his eyes remained closed. “You aren’t falling asleep, are you?” she asked.

A single eye popped open to look at her, then both eyes were blinking open. His head tilted down, little smile on display for her. “Of course not,” he said, rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb. He groaned when her lips parted, letting her teeth brush against the pad of his thumb, tongue tasting the salt of his skin.

“Phone or camera?” Yunho asked from behind her, though it didn’t sound like he was expecting an answer, so she didn’t bother answering. Neither did Mingi. Yunho hummed, finally coming back over to the bed, straddling her legs once again. “Phone would make it easier to share, right, honey? Would you want that?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, licking absentmindedly at Mingi’s thumb, rubbing her cheek against his thigh. Hands rubbed at her ass again, and she wiggled, turning her head to leave kisses over Mingi’s thigh. Twin slaps landed on her ass, and Mingi cursed, hand tightening in her hair when her teeth sunk into his skin. Tongue laving over the mark in apology, she noticed his cock twitching in interest, half-hard again, and she looked up at him again. She sucked the skin into her mouth, sinking her teeth in again. Slowly, applying pressure until he groaned and his head fell back to expose his throat. 

“Fuck, doll,” he rumbled, gripping her hair in a tight fist. His chest rose with a deep breath, and his necklaces sparkled against his skin. He looked absolutely tasty, and she wanted nothing more than to mark him up. His cock twitched again, and her mouth watered at the sight of it coming to full hardness once more. 

A hand came down on her ass with a slap that rang louder than all the others, making her yelp out. Her hips pushed back, though, seeking out more of Yunho’s touch as he gripped the stinging skin. She shuddered as the camera shutter sounded out, as Yunho guided his cock to nestle between her red cheeks. The camera sounded again. He guided his cock down to slide through the wetness still continuing to accumulate between her thighs. 

Then a new sound: Yunho was recording. Her body shook as he pushed into her, one slow, excruciating inch at a time. “Fuck,” she whined, mouthing at Mingi’s thigh again as Yunho finally bottomed out, grinding slowly against her as she adjusted to his size, hitting every sensitive spot inside of her with each small move he made. 

“Need something in your mouth, honey?” Yunho murmured, leaning over her body until his lips were on her ear, hips pressed tight against her ass. She wished she could see how his body absolutely covered her own, how his broad shoulders and sheer height no doubt entirely hid her. “Fingers? Maybe a nice, big cock, hmm?”

“Please,” she whimpered, eyes shifting from Mingi’s cock to his face. He looked dazed, fucked out, eyes wide and and parted lips shiny in the blue lighting. She yelped when Yunho moved, scooping his arms around her hips to haul her up and scoot her to lay better in between Mingi’s spread legs. “Oh, god,” she gasped as his cock shifted inside her, as her tummy swooped at the casual show of strength, the suddenness of the manhandling. 

The chuckle Yunho released after settling her back on the bed was low, rumbling as he pressed his hips flush against her again. “You liked that, didn’t you, honey? Gripping me so fucking tight.”

She felt so fucking full her brain was swimming, and she laid her head on Mingi’s hip to ground herself, hands smoothing up his thighs to settle against his lower back, lips and teeth brushing against the taut skin of his belly. “S’hot,” she slurred against Mingi’s skin, licking and nipping her way to his belly button, his hard cock brushing her cheek, jaw, throat as she moved, precum wetting her skin as if to entice her. She felt it twitch against her when she nipped at his belly button, dipping her tongue into the little divot, kissing down the faint happy trail beneath it. 

A keen filled the air, muffled by Mingi’s skin, as Yunho finally moved, drawing his hips back. A smooth, slow glide out, aided by her previous orgasms and the remnants of Mingi’s release, before his hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt once more. “Fuck,” she cried out, nails digging into Mingi’s back to keep herself from jolting forward with each snap of Yunho’s hips. 

He was slow, taking his time with each thrust into her wet cunt, one hand on her back and the other curling around her shoulder. Drawing out slow, groaning each time her walls gripped him tight, trying to keep him inside. Sinking in fast and hard enough that his hips connected with her ass with loud slaps. “Take my cock so well, honey,” Yunho gritted out, gripping her hip hard.

“Feels so good,” she moaned, mouthing at Mingi’s skin again, licking the salt right off him, licking her own arousal from around the base of his cock. Licked a stripe up the length of it to wrap her lips around the head. 

Mingi groaned, fisted her hair again when her tongue brushed over the tip, swirling around it with a moan at the prickle of pain in her scalp. She relaxed her body, relaxed her jaw. Closing her eyes. Letting Yunho’s thrusts push her down Mingi’s cock, letting the both of them take over her entirely. 

A gag filled the air when the tip of Mingi’s cock hit the back of her throat, and that sent both men groaning. The hand in her hair tightened. The hands on her skin gripped harder. Yunho cursed. “Look at you, honey,” he panted out, voice low, rough with pleasure. “So eager to take us. Just fucking born to take cock, huh?” 

Muffled whimpers fell from her as she tried her hardest to relax her throat, pulling back a little when it proved difficult. 

“Gonna have to train your little throat, hmm? Would you like that, honey?” Yunho’s next thrust was more harsh than the others, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. His hand replaced Mingi’s in her hair, and he pulled her head back, leaving her gasping and whining. “Look at you, crying to have cock back in your mouth like a good fuckdoll. Answer my question and you can have it back.”

“Yes,” she sobbed out. “Yes, please. Want it. Want you to train my throat.”

Both men moaned lewdly at her words. At the tears rimming her eyes and the sounds Yunho’s thrusts punched out of her.

“Good fucking girl,” he huffed out, pushing her head back down into Mingi’s spit-soaked crotch. 

Mingi whined, his hip rolled up when her teeth brushed over the head of his cock. And then she was taking him back into her mouth, moaning around him and hallowing her cheeks, sucking him hard as she tried hard to stay grounded in the moment, to make him feel good even when Yunho hitched her hips up off the bed to fuck into her at a new angle. 

She choked on a moan, nails scratching at Mingi’s skin when fingers found her clit. The man above her cursed, his skin pebbling with goosebumps beneath her touch. If her eyes were open, they would be rolling back at the pleasure. The next thrust sent her further down Mingi’s cock, and she gagged, tears pricking her eyes again. Her walls fluttered around the cock pistoning inside her when Mingi released a broken whine and his hips arched up. She was clenching hard with each retreat, with each mind numbing swirl at her clit, with each muffled gag around the cock in her mouth.

“Fuck, honey,” Yunho groaned. “You like choking on cock? Little cunt is fucking milking me.” His hand pushed her further down Mingi’s cock, stopping when she gagged, but holding her in place until Mingi whimpered, his large hands clawing at the sheet, at his own thighs but staying otherwise still. 

She moaned when Yunho let her up, tipping her head back to see the absolutely wrecked expression on Mingi’s face. “Can I take a picture, Min?” she asked. “You look so - fuck - so fucking good from this angle.” 

Throat bobbing as he swallowed, he blinked his eyes open to look down at her. His eyes were half-lidded, glazed but shining so bright in the blue lighting of the room. “Yeah.” His voice was a mere rasp, and his cock twitched against her cheek. “Yeah, please.” 

One of her hands fell from him, reaching back blindly as she littered his glistening cock with kisses. Yunho’s thrusts stuttered only for a moment, the phone finding its place in her hand. 

First, she took a selfie of herself nuzzling against his cock, of her placing a kiss on the tip with a tantalizing peak of tongue. Mingi groaned, and she glanced up to find his head tipped back again. Absentmindedly littering his cock and the skin around it with kisses and nips, she angled the phone to get a shot up his clenching torso. His glistening, heaving chest. The arch of his throat and the sharp line of his jaw. 

“Can you look at me, princess?” she cooed, voice low. “Lemme see your pretty face.”

She got a quick shot of his face scrunching up with a whimper, then another when his head tipped down to look at her again. A lick to the head of his cock in reward had his glossy, bitten-red lips parting, his glistening eyes soft and brows drawn down. The look alone nearly had her tumbling into another orgasm.

“Good boy,” she murmured, taking more pictures in hopes that some of them will end up good enough, knowing most of them will be blurred from Yunho’s continued harsh thrusts into her. “So pretty for me.”

He moaned brokenly at her words, back arching and hips bucking. She sucked around the tip, tongue swirling, and then he was spilling down her throat. Unfinished pleas and apologies tumbled from his throat as she swallowed it as best as she could, his thighs shaking around her as she worked him through it, keeping him in her mouth until his breath escaped him in little sobs. 

Yunho pulled her up, back to front, hand on her throat to anchor her head back against his shoulder. His cock pressed impossibly deeper, and she cried out so loud her own ears rang. The sound of a camera shutter filled the room again, and she felt her walls fluttering again. A hand slapped at her clit, fingers swirling to soothe the sting away. “C’mon, honey,” Yunho panted into her ear. “Need you to soak my cock. Think you can do that for me?” 

“Yesyesyesyes, please,” she whined, thighs shaking as she got closer and closer. More pleas, more whines and whimpers of his name. His hand tightened around her throat, fingers moving faster on her clit, hips shifting to hit that particularly sensitive spot inside her, and she was screaming right over the edge in moments. 

“Good girl,” Yunho choked out, hips still slapping against her ass as he chased his own high. She writhed in his arms, cursing, tears prickling in her eyes as he worked her through it. His hips stuttered, grip tightening on her as he came with a chest-rumbling moan. 

A whine fell from her, hips circling lightly as each pulse of his cock sent a new flare of pleasure through her. His hand slid up to cup her jaw, and he dipped down to steal what was left of her breath with a kiss. She was trembling so hard in the aftermath that she couldn’t even kiss back, simply letting him press little kisses to her lips and lick lightly into her mouth. 

He chuckled against her mouth, smoothing a hand along her torso. “Okay, honey,” he said. “I got you. Gonna help you lay down now, okay?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, letting him move her to lay against the sheets. She whined when his warmth left her, shivering until warm hands rubbed down her arms, over her back, smoothed her hair from her face. 

Her body relaxed into the soft touches and sweet words, opening her eyes to see Mingi’s face close to her own. He sent her a lazy smile, all sleepy lids and dimples. He was close enough that his nose almost bumped against her own and his breath fanned over her face. She let herself enjoy his closeness, enjoy the pressure of his arm coming around her middle, his lips finding her chin, the low hum that came from his chest. 

Shuffling caught her attention, a hand settling on her hip. “Gotta sit up and drink some water, honey,” Yunho murmured. “You too, Min. C’mon, you two. Up.”

Mingi grunted next to her, whined at being jostled, but let his friend move him. She watched as it happened, as Mingi’s grumpy expression settled into a pout that barely contained the happiness sparkling in his eyes at having his friend’s attention on him. 

Her muffled laughter died as another pair of hands found her skin, helping her sit up until she was face to face with Jongho. “Oh. Hi, bear” she murmured, grinning up at him lazily.

The smile he sent her was soft enough to melt her heart right in her chest, his eyes sparkling even as they turned into crescents. “Hi,” he murmured, pushing her hair behind her ear. His gaze scanned the bed for a moment, nose scrunching at the mess before he settled on the edge of the bed beside her. “Mind if I help?” he asked, handing her the cup of water in his hand. “Mingi always needs lots of attention, and Yunho might not be able to help both of you like he wants to.”

One glance over to see Mingi refusing the water in favor of clinging to a playfully exasperated Yunho, and she nodded. “Sounds nice,” she said, taking careful sips of the water. She was still shaking, her hands even more so, and Jongho seemed to notice, helping her tip the glass against her lips until the water was gone, thumb brushing a lingering drop from her bottom lip. “Thank you.”

He stood, placing the empty glass on the nightstand. “Ready to shower, stinky?”

“Not if you’re gonna be calling me that,” she whined, pouting up at him.

Humming, he simply reached for her, hoisting her right off the mattress and into his arms, murmuring an apology against her forehead when his shirt brushed against the sensitive skin of her bottom. 

Her arms came around his neck, huddling into his warmth for a moment, reveling in his strength. Gasping, she started wiggling in his hold. “Wait,” she murmured quickly, fingers flexing against the back of his neck. “Bear, hold on.”

Jongho stopped in the doorway, looking down at her with a brow arched. “What’s wrong?”

The concern in his voice made her heart clench in her chest. “Sorry, sorry. Nothing’s wrong. Just,” she paused, her cheeks reddened. “Wanna give them kisses first,” she murmured. 

Pretty eyes looked over her face for a moment, strong arms squeezing her tight against him before his face softened. A little smile curled the edges of his lips. “Sure, precious.” He turned, cleared his throat. “There’s been a request for kisses,” he announced. 

His ears were red, seeming to glow brighter as he got closer to his two friends still on the bed, one in boxers and the other still very naked. She giggled when the two tall men swooped in to try to plant a smooch on their youngest friend. “Not me, you heathens,” he grumbled, glaring at their goofy smiles, though there wasn’t any real heat behind it. Though, she was sure that had he not been carrying her, he would be pushing or kicking them away from him. “Kiss her before I take her with me and leave you with nothing.”

“Boo,” Yunho teased, hand coming up to frame her face as he dipped down, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her nose, her chin. Only when she whined did he press a kiss to her lips. “Have fun with baby bear, honey,” he said against her mouth. 

Mingi leaned in around Yunho’s shoulder when his friend pulled away, giving her lazy little pecks that had her melting right into Jongho’s hold. “Cuddle when we’re all clean?” he asked, looking from her to Yunho, eyes wide, almost pleading. 

“I could go for some cuddles,” she said, heart melting when his eyes squinted into crescents with the force of his smile. Before Yunho could even say his own agreement, Mingi was up and running toward one of the bathrooms. Her eyes caught on the cute little bounce of his bottom as he scurried away, but then she spied the bright red marks littering the skin of his hips and lower back, the ones he put on his own thighs. Pouting, she turned to Yunho. “Yuyu, will you put some ointment on Mingi for me? I don’t want the scratches to hurt him.”  

“Of course, honey,” he said, smiling softly at her before following his friend out of the room. 

“Gotta get you in the shower before my shirt stains more,” Jongho suddenly said, hefting her body into a more comfortable hold, accidentally pressing the newly acquired wet spot on the sleeve of his sweater to the back of her thigh, laughing when she huffed at him. “Kidding, precious. What’s a little cum, anyway? It’s easy enough to clean up.”

“Jongho!” she exclaimed, hiding her face in his shoulder. 

Lips pressed to her hair, breath puffing out against her skin as he continued to laugh. “Okay, okay,” he said. “Let’s go get you clean and get something to soothe that red bottom.”

Rora just let herself melt back into him again, into his warmth and strength as he carried her from the room to the unoccupied bathroom. The same bathroom she had been in that first night. 

“Can you sit? Does your bottom hurt too much?” Jongho asked.

“It probably looks worse than it actually is,” she murmured. “It hurts a little, but I should be able to sit.”

“Can-” he paused, his brows furrowed, tongue poking out to wet the corner of his mouth, cheeks dusted pink. “Do you mind if I take a look?”

Her cheeks must have been as red as her ass was, but she nodded anyway and let him set her feet on the ground. The tiles were cold enough that she cringed, a shiver working through her as his hands settled on her hips to turn her around. Hands braced on the counter, she caught his eye in the mirror, giggling when he sent her a cheeky look before crouching down behind her. There was no way there wasn’t a mess between her legs, and she was sure she was now adding to that mess. Working hard to keep her unsteady legs relaxed and unclenched as his hands smoothed over the flaming skin of her behind. 

“Yunho’s stronger than he looks, huh?” he joked, hand pressing lightly over a visible handprint. 

“I asked for it,” she said, voice coming out breathier than she wanted when a light kiss was pressed to the back of her thigh and his thumb brushed the sensitive skin of her ass, back and forth. So gentle, but enough to force her breath from her chest in a huff. 

“I’m sure you did,” Jongho said against the skin of her ass, trailing more kisses and soothing touches over the skin. “Let’s get you in the shower and then we can put some cool lotion on, okay?”

He helped her sit on the counter, the pressure smarting the raw skin of her bottom but the surface cool enough to be soothing as she watched him start up the shower. Then, he was back in front of her, soft cotton shirt brushing the skin of her knees and hands curving around her arms. “Do you want to shower on your own?” he asked. 

“Can you…help me?” she asked, pulse thrumming in her throat. “I don’t think I can stand for that long,” she paused, swallowed, letting her hands come forward to curl into the bottom of his shirt. “And I wanna spend some more time with you. Don’t wanna be alone.”

The smile he gave her at her admission was glorious, all squinted eyes and pink gums and round cheeks. “I didn’t plan on leaving you in here alone, precious,” he said. 

Rora couldn’t help but squirm under the weight of his amusement, under the glow of affection sparkling in his eyes. Melting when his expression dropped and his ears went red again, when he cleared his throat and stepped away to toy with the bottom of his shirt. Took a steadying breath. Pulled the clothing right over his head. Immediately working on his pants. 

“Up you come, Bambi,” he murmured, helping her from the counter before she could fully take in the newly exposed skin. 

As much as she wanted to come back with a quip of her own, she was left humbled and floundering when her legs wobbled upon standing, leaving her gripping at Jongho’s strong arms to keep herself from tumbling right down to the floor. His chest rumbled against her back, his laughter filling the bathroom as he helped her walk to the shower. “You’re being so mean today,” she whined, head flopping back to get a glance at his face. 

“Sorry, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Do I need to tone the teasing down?” 

She shook her head, letting him guide her through the open shower door. “Just not used to it,” she said. “But I like it. Feels like you’re getting more comfortable with me.”

“I am,” he assured, nuzzling her cheek. “Water might be a little cold. Didn’t want it too warm in case it hurts you more.”

The temperature of the water left something to be desired, just the slightest bit cooler than her body temperature. But as soon as it washed over her ass, she was thankful it wasn’t as warm as she would usually want it. Jongho’s warmth kept her from becoming too cold, strong arms holding her tight until she was ready to melt right into the floor. He was soaping her up before she could even register it, the smell of Wooyoung’s body wash filling the space, capable hands smoothing over her skin. Down her arms, around her shoulders, over her chest. She sighed out as his touch lingered, thumbs brushing over pebbling nipples before his touch coasted down her ribcage and over her belly. 

Kisses followed the bubbles as they fell down her body, Jongho sinking down to wash her lower body. Fingers kneaded at her calves, at her thighs, massaging the tension right out of them until she had to lean into the wall to not fall. Breath puffed out against her hip as he chuckled, nipping at the side of her thigh. “You good there, precious?” 

Rora hummed. “You’re more attentive than I thought you would be,” she murmured, ignoring the heat in her cheeks when he cleaned the mess between her thighs. 

“You thought about what my aftercare would look like?” He stood again, reaching around her for the shampoo. 

“Well, not really. But, yunno.” She cleared her throat. 

“Close your eyes for me,” he murmured, humming happily when she complied. His fingers threaded through her hair, massaged at her scalp, then he was tipping her head back and smoothing the suds back before they could even attempt to get on her face. Then he was doing the same thing with the conditioner. “You like it, though?” 

His question had her blinking her eyes open, blinking the water from her lashes until she could focus on his face. Expression still soft, but tinged with a determination that made her heart flutter in her chest. “I do,” she said. “Can I wash your hair?”

“I already showered, precious,” he said, eyes sparkling in the dim lighting of the bathroom. “This one is all about you.”

She wanted to pout, but before her bottom lip could push out even the slightest bit, it was being snagged by his teeth. 

“Don’t pout at me, baby,” he said, pressing light kisses over her mouth until she clung to him and giggled. “Let’s dry off and get something on that cute little bottom, hmm?”