madeforhong

[madeforhong]

When they fight over who gets to fuck you… both get down with you, only the loser get his dick sucked 💋

Also instead of Yunho holding some keys…he’s holding a condom.

[madeforhong]

I'm still and always going crazy when he wears his flannels

flannel

[ J. Yunho ]

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summary: in which your boyfriend goes absolutely crazy seeing you in his favorite flannel shirt

warning: dom yunho, sub reader, possessive yunho, size kink, slight bondage, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, edging, over stimulation, yunho has a filthy mouth

genre: smut

pairing: yunho x afab reader

word count: 2k

note: this was requested by @ecriggs1990

masterlist

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The morning light barely peeked through the curtains when you padded into the kitchen, sore in all the best ways, yawning and tugging down the sleeves of a flannel that was very obviously not yours. You were swimming in it, drowning in his scent, and the way the hem brushed the tops of your thighs made you shiver in ways that had absolutely nothing to do with the chill in the air.

Yunho’s flannel.

You could still feel the ghosts of his hands on your hips, the ache in your thighs from the night before, the way he’d groaned when he buried himself in you like he’d waited years for it. So yeah, wearing his shirt while munching on toast felt just the right amount of filthy.

You were mid chew when you heard the low rasp of his voice from behind.

“Baby.”

That voice. Still heavy from sleep. Still ruined from growling into your ear while he was rearranging your insides.

You turned, cheeks puffed slightly from your bite of toast, and that’s when you saw it, his eyes dark, jaw clenched, and something absolutely dangerous lurking behind his sleepy gaze.

“You really thought I was gonna let you walk around like that?” He asked, voice dropping low, already moving toward you like a storm.

You swallowed hard.

“It’s just your shirt.”

“Exactly,” He muttered, taking the plate out of your hand and tossing it onto the counter. “My shirt. On you. With nothing under it.”

His hands were on you in a flash, one gripping your hip and the other dragging slowly up your thigh, under the hem of the flannel, finding bare skin and making a noise that sounded like a prayer and a curse all in one.

“Fuck, you’re killing me.”

You opened your mouth to tease him, but the words didn’t make it past your lips because he was already lifting you, strong hands under your thighs, lips crashing into yours as he walked you right back into the bedroom like a man possessed.

“I haven’t even had breakfast yet,” You whispered against his mouth.

“Oh, I’m having it right now.”

He tossed you on the bed with one smooth motion, crawling up between your legs as the shirt rode high around your waist. He groaned like he was in pain seeing the way you sprawled beneath him in nothing but his shirt, already breathless, already needy.

He didn’t even bother taking it off you. Didn’t have to.

Just shoved it up until it bunched around your ribs, exposing the curve of your waist, the swell of your chest. His hand wrapped around your thigh, dragging you closer until your legs were hooked over his shoulders and he was staring at you like you were his favorite meal.

“Yunho…”

“Shut up,” He growled, voice shaking with how badly he wanted you. “Shut up and let me eat.”

And he did.

God, he did. Tongue slow, deliberate, cruel. Hands holding your hips still as your back arched and your moans got louder, needier, until you were clawing at the sheets and begging, “Please… please, Yunho, I can’t” Knowing well enough it’s all you wanted but you liked feeding your boyfriend’s size kink.

“Yes, you can,” He said, lips slick, eyes wild. “You took all of me last night, baby. Thought you liked how big I am.”

You whimpered, legs trembling.

“Gonna make you come like this,” He murmured, kissing up your thigh. “And then I’m going to fuck you in this damn shirt again, because seeing you like this? Makes me want to wreck you all over again.”

You couldn’t even answer.

Didn’t need to.

Because the next time he kissed you, it was from above his chest pressing to yours, still fully clothed while the flannel stayed bunched between your bodies. He sank into you slowly, making you feel every thick, heavy inch until you were gasping, clutching him like he might disappear.

“You like that?” He whispered, nose brushing yours, hips grinding deep.

You nodded, biting back a moan.

“Say it.”

“I love your shirt,” You whimpered, teasing.

His eyes flashed.

“No,” He grunted, thrusting up so deep your toes curled. “Say what you really mean.”

You moaned, louder now, desperate and unashamed. “You’re so big, Yunho… fuck… I love how you stretch me out”

That did it.

He groaned, forehead pressed to yours as he started moving harder, faster, wrecking you just like he promised. And all you could think, over the gasps and the praises and the sound of skin against skin, was that next time, you were wearing nothing but his flannel to bed.

Because nothing made him hungrier than you in his clothes.

And you? You were starving for it.

Your moans had barely started to quiet, your chest heaving beneath the flannel bunched between your bodies, when Yunho pulled back, just enough to make you whimper at the loss.

But then his hand was on your waist, his voice low and rough right against your ear.

“Turn over.”

You barely had time to register it before he was flipping you with a firm grip, face down, ass up, gasping at how effortlessly he manhandled your body like you weighed nothing. The flannel shifted with you, sliding slightly off one shoulder as you scrambled to your knees on the mattress, legs trembling from how hard he had already taken you.

“Look at this view,” He muttered, voice wrecked, one hand dragging slowly up the back of your thigh, to your hip, squeezing possessively. “Still wearing my damn shirt. You’ve got no idea what that does to me.”

You felt the weight of the bed dip behind you as he knelt, his body heat right against your back. One large hand gripped your hip, the other sliding up, not to your waist, not to your shoulder, but curling around the back of the flannel still hanging off you like sin.

And then he yanked.

The front buttons gave out with a violent little, pop pop pop, scattering like warning shots across the sheets. You gasped as cool air rushed against your exposed skin, but it didn’t last long, not with Yunho’s chest flush against your back and his grip fisting the fabric behind your shoulders like he owned you.

Because he did.

“Still mine,” He growled.

And then he was inside you again.

Deep. Devastating. The stretch somehow even more intense from this angle as he buried himself to the hilt, one hand holding your hip in place, the other gripping the damn shirt like it was the only thing tethering him to sanity.

Your mouth dropped open, but nothing came out, just choked gasps as he started to move, hips snapping forward, filling you again and again with brutal, punishing thrusts. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, wet and slick and shameless.

“Yunho… fuck…” You tried, but your voice cracked, barely coherent.

“You hear that?” He panted behind you, voice dark with hunger. “That’s you, baby. That’s your pussy sucking me in like it never wants to let go.”

The filth that poured out of him, so different from the sweet, soft boyfriend that carried your bag and kissed your forehead, lit you up from the inside.

And that grip? On the shirt?

It never let go.

Not even as your arms gave out, collapsing onto the mattress while he kept thrusting into you from behind like a man starved, like you were the last meal he’d ever get. He leaned forward, pressing down against your back, his body blanketing yours, his hand still tangled in the shirt where it hung uselessly from your arms.

“You look so fucking good in this,” He growled into your ear. “But you look better like this. Ruined. Crying for me. Wearing nothing but my name.”

That was it. That pushed you right to the edge.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a storm, your entire body shaking, mouth open in a silent scream as you clenched around him, dragging a raw groan from his throat as he thrust through it.

“Gonna fill you up,” He hissed. “Stretch you out and stay there. You want that, baby? Want me to fuck my cum so deep inside you, it doesn’t matter what you wear? Everyone’ll smell you’re mine.”

You could barely nod, tears slipping down your cheeks, your body trembling as he was so close to his own release.

You could feel it in the way his rhythm faltered, the way he buried himself to the hilt and ground his hips against yours like he wanted to live inside you. His grip on your hip was bruising, the other still clutching the back of his flannel like it was a lifeline.

But just when you thought he’d fall apart, right there, buried inside you, panting your name like a prayer, he pulled out.

You whimpered, hips pushing back automatically, needy and wrecked and desperate for more, but all you heard was the soft sound of him breathing heavy behind you.

A soft rustle. Fabric sliding. The shirt, his shirt, being peeled off your body.

“What…”

“Shh,” He muttered, voice rough, almost trembling with restraint. “You wanna wear my shirt like a little tease? Then I’m gonna use it.”

Before you could question it, your wrists were tugged gently behind your back, crossed, and then wrapped tight in that ruined flannel. The sleeves bound them together, soft but snug, knotted with care and practiced ease. You gasped, cheek pressing to the sheets, body arching involuntarily from the thrill of it.

“You trust me?” Yunho asked, voice quieter now, closer to your ear.

You nodded. “Always.”

“Good,” He breathed, and then, he was sliding back inside you.

It was slow this time. Cruel. His dick nudged deep, stretching you out all over again, dragging a moan from your lips. But before you could lose yourself in it, he stopped.

And then you felt it, his fingers. Two thick, slick fingers slipping inside you along with him, the double sensation making your whole body seize up. You moaned brokenly, fingers twitching in their binds, but he only chuckled low and kept going.

Thrusting in slow, deliberate strokes. Letting his fingers curl just right. Drawing you so close to the edge you were practically shaking.

“God, you’re so full,” He groaned. “You feel that? My dick and my fingers inside you, baby? You gonna come like this? Huh?”

“Yes,” You sobbed. “Yunho, please…. please don’t stop!”

And he did.

You cried out at the loss, frustration bubbling up as he pulled his fingers out and thrust all the way in, grinding against you but not giving you what you needed.

“Oh no,” He whispered, teasing. “Not yet. I wanna see you fall apart. Wanna feel you break for me.”

Then he was thrusting again, deeper, harder, grinding his dick against every spot inside you that made your body tremble, but now it was different. You were bound, exposed, trembling. And he was losing control.

He reached up, grabbed your tied wrists, used them to anchor you back onto him, pulling you into each thrust like he was chasing something wild and feral.

“You gonna come now?” He panted. “Gonna soak me, sweetheart?”

Your body answered for you. You came with a shout, messy and full body, clenching so hard around him that he cursed, deep, low, desperate and finally gave in.

He slammed into you once, twice, and then came with a sound like a growl, pouring into you, not letting go. His hips kept moving even as he came, small thrusts that fucked his release even deeper, dragging out every last drop.

He stayed buried inside you, breathing hard, palms gripping your hips, and when you finally slumped forward with a whimper, wrists still tied in his ruined flannel, you barely managed to whisper, “I should wear your shirts more often.”

Yunho pulled out with a soft, wet sound, groaning at the sight of his cum dripping out of you. His fingers dipped between your thighs again, pushing it back in before he flopped onto the bed beside you, utterly wrecked.

He looked at the flannel. Then back at you. Then pouted, actually pouted.

“That was my favorite one.”

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[madeforhong]

MINORS DNI!

Jongho as a sub!

For entertainment purposes only🧡

Warnings: Mentions of strap on, bondage?, worshipping, phone sex, shower sex, Dom/sub dynamics

Please lmk if I missed any!

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~ Subby!Jongho who grunts and whines often during sex

~ Subby!Jongho who usually dresses modestly but, likes to show off his body to you

~ Subby!Jongho who wants to make sure you feel good, even if he doesn't finish

~ Subby!Jongho who loves when you grab him by his face, making his cheeks puff up

~ Subby!Jongho who has a thick veiny cock but only wants to use it to please his dom

~ Subby!Jongho who stares up at you and pouts when he wants to eat you out

~ Subby!Jongho who worships you and everything you give him

~ Subby!Jongho who buys you some ribbons to tie him up with

~ Subby!Jongho who LOVES phone sex

~ Subby!Jongho who gets off mostly by seeing/hearing the pleasure he gives you

~ Subby!Jongho who submits to you, even in public

~ Subby!Jongho who really likes shower sex

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Everything was written and thought of by me, obviously there will be some similarities to others since great minds think alike!

I'm pretty sure this is my 500th post lol

This one took me awhile and I even debated posting it due to everything so if it's shitty I'm so sorry. I hope you enjoy it though, love you guys!(I'm genuinely so shocked with how much support my writing has gotten and I honestly don't know what I'm going to do after this is done)

[madeforhong]

maybe you could do something like the reader thinks they successfully poisoned/hurt [any ateez member] but they’re incredibly wrong?

I love the idea, I was also inspired by something ahem manhwa ahem, can you guess what it is :3

Soup

Tw: yandere hongjoong, drugging, force feeding, food, vomiting

wc: 893

Your hands were shaking as you rummaged through the medicines in the warehouse. Since you didn't know which medicine did what, you took a few of each medicine and put them in your pocket. You were careful not to make a sound, but because of adrenaline, you dropped some boxes and cursed under your breath.

You loved Hongjoong, you really did. At the beginning of your relationship, he made you feel like you were the only person in the world. You were in this state because he wanted to be the only person in your world too.

Maybe you were crazy like him. What mentally healthy person would want to get rid of their boyfriend by poisoning him? Did you want to kill him completely or did you want to give him enough medicine to hospitalize him? You didn't know what you wanted to do to him, either option would help you escape from here.

You heard the door to Hongjoong's room open and you ran to the kitchen, threw all the medicine you collected into the soup on the stove and stirred it. You were shaking so much it was impossible for him not to notice something was going on.

Humming a song, Hongjoong walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. “It smells delicious, what are you cooking darling?” He sat at the dining table behind you and started watching you cooking. You couldn't open your mouth to answer him because you were afraid your voice would shake. "Darling, I asked you a question." His tone had changed, and when you still did not answer, he stood up from the table and walked towards you. You panicked and turned towards him. "Soup. I'm cooking soup. Your favorite." Hongjoong smiled at you when your voice shook. "Why are you so nervous? Did you do something?" If you acted well, would he still suspect you? Most likely yes. Hongjoong knew everything. He knew your thoughts and actions before you did.

"I didn't do anything." you said as you tried to breathe and calm yourself down. Hongjoong stared at you with one eyebrow raised. "Okay then." Suddenly he sat at the dining table again and continued to watch you. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head, but you couldn't turn to look at him.

Once you finished cooking the soup, you turned to Hongjoong. "Do you want to eat now or-" "We will eat together. You can set the table." He said interrupting you. You couldn't eat together. With your heart pounding, you tried to make an excuse. "I ate before you came. I'm full now. You eat, then I'll eat later." This time he wasn't smiling. He would make this facial expression when you were in trouble. "I said eat."

You poured some soup for yourself too because you didn't know what to do. You put the plate in front of him and sat at the table.

"Darling, you eat first." You weren't surprised because you knew he was going to say this. You thought about not swallowing but just holding the soup in your mouth and waiting until he drank it. Your hands were shaking so much as you dipped the spoon into the soup that you spilled some into the bowl. Hongjoong was watching you carefully.

Of course, Hongjoong wasn't stupid. You had put detergent in his food before, but Hongjoong noticed it immediately because it smelled. Your excuse was that you spilled detergent because you thought it was sauce. How cute, he thought.

You kept the soup in your mouth, trying not to swallow it. You nodded for Hongjoong to eat, but Hongjoong was still looking at you with those scary eyes. If you looked at it any longer, you were afraid to swallow the soup. "Swallow it." he ordered. When he saw that you did not swallow, he suddenly slammed his hand on the table and shouted. "I told you to swallow!" You swallowed with fear. You didn't know if it was psychological or if the medicines started working immediately, but you were feeling nauseous right now.

Hongjoong got up from the table and walked over to you, taking the soup spoon in his hand and dipping it into the bowl. "Why don't you finish them all? You worked hard to make this. Let me help you." He held your arms with one hand while forcing you to drink all the soup. "That's it, was it that hard?"

When he let go of your arms, you ran towards the bathroom as he grabbed his own bowl and poured it into the sink. You emptied the contents of your stomach and flushed the toilet. You were out of breath and trying to regain your senses when you heard a voice behind you.

"All the drugs in the warehouse were vitamin supplements. As long as you don't take 100, you won't get poisoned. Do you think I would put heavy drugs where you can reach them when you try to poison me once?" He approached you and tied your hair behind you. You thought he was going to comfort you for vomiting, but suddenly he started pulling you by your hair and dragging you to the basement. "Hongjoong! I am sorry! I wasn't thinking! Please-" "Your tactics were good, but you need to improve your acting skills."

a/n: Also thx for 200 followers! I love u all!♡♡ I'm a little sad these days, so I don't like what I write, but I hope you like it!

[madeforhong]

Well.....

Your boss can't stand the stockings you wear and you end up at his desk where the door is locked. His favorite part is where he can see his cum flowing out of you after he fills you.🎀

[madeforhong]

🔥

[madeforhong]

yandere!hongjoong | desire

This is: requested

warning: v v smutty bcs happy valentines to yall. stay safe and don’t forget to wear your masks when doing the deed!! 

Day 100 of you being locked up here inside Hongjoong’s bedroom. Today marks the day he would completely give you a little freedom, and you should be a little happy at least. 

The past three months have been hard on you. You were on your way to school until all of a sudden strong pair of arms wrapped around your frame from behind and knocked you out. The next thing you knew, you were in a room with a man sitting on the foot of the bed. It was none other than your best friend, Kim Hongjoong. 

You remember that day, asking him why he had done this to you. He replied by saying that being your friend gave him a little hope that he could survive high school. That despite the hardships he has been going through in his life,you gave him a reason to get up and try again. But what was once an inspiration turned into an infatuation then turned to obsession. 

He noticed how you were getting close to Park Seonghwa, campus crush and basketball captain of the team. You also formed a new found friendship with Jung Yunho, the head of the dance club and member of the animal rights association. It was then that Hongjoong started to feel insecure until slowly he was driven out of his sanity. 

And now you found yourself here. At first, you argued with Hongjoong and threatened him to rat him over to the police. You were then met with a heavy hand on your cheek, your head spun around and your cheek stinging. That was the first time he laid a hand on you. And you would never forget that. Day by day, Hongjoong would apologize to you. But you gave him the silent treatment. When he didn’t like how you were treating him, he proceeded to threaten you by killing your parents, but it wouldn’t be him who would be doing the dirty work, rather, it is you who would be doing it. Sick with the idea, you immediately talked to him and stopped him from such idea. And then, Hongjoong offered you a proposal. 

If in a hundred days you would obey him and not go against his rules, he would give you a bit of the freedom that you wished for. But if you decided to go against him, then the hundred days would double, continuing to increase until the days would prolong. That was when you knew Hongjoong is smart. Even though you are tied in his bedroom, he was already training you to be his. At first, you were doing fine. You thought you could put a front and pretend you weren’t falling for him and his game. But halfway to a hundred days, you found yourself slowly slipping off your grip until you come to conclusion that you lost yourself to him. Less than a hundred days, you have accepted the fact that you have completely submitted yourself to Hongjoong. 

His finger would dance around the skin of your legs, slowly soothing them up and down your thighs. How he would cook your favorite dishes and feed you, although they didn’t taste the same just like how your mother made them, you wouldn’t deny how Hongjoong’s cooking has a unique flavor that made you like it as well. He would write songs for you, sing them to you while you sleep. He’s made a few songs for you already that you stopped counting. How his arms would envelope around you, as if protecting you from the loud thunder outside. He was aware that you are afraid of thunder and he was doing his best to calm you down at night. Surprisingly, you calmed down and fell asleep in his arms. 

Your thoughts were interrupted when Hongjoong comes through the door, a bright smile painted on his lips. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” He praises, cupping your face and peppering your face and lips with kisses. “I’ll run you a shower first.” He says, slowly he loosened the ropes around your wrists and ankles, carrying you in his arms. He slowly sat you down first on the counter edge of the bathub to remove your clothing. You bit your inner lip and turned your head down, this is the first time that Hongjoong would see you naked. Slowly ass he places you down the tub filled with scented oils and rose petals. 

Before he could leave you to take your bath, you grabbed a hold of his wrist. “Please don’t leave me.” You whispered. And in a matter of seconds, Hongjoong stripped himself off his clothing, you scooted a bit away to give him space before pressing your back on his chest, situated between his legs. 

You and Hongjoong didn’t bothered to destroy the silence while his hands caressed the skin of your wrists and all you could hear was his breathing. It wasn’t a deafening silence, it was a rather a silence for longing. 

“Okay you can open your eyes now” 

Slowly you opened your eyes. Before you a beautiful botanical garden inside a glass room. You marveled at the different beautiful flowers and how healthy they grew. 

“While you were locked up in my bedroom, I took the time to make this for you. People are too cruel and judgemental and will only bring you down. But the flowers here will always for you no matter what.” He whispers in your ear. Much to his suprise, you wrapped your arms around his nape. 

“Thank you so much! This is the best you’ve given me!” You smile as you slightly lean away from the hug, you plucked up your courage and placed a kiss on his lips. 

“My darling is getting bold already.” Hongjoong chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. “But I have one more to show you.” He took a hold of your hand and lead you further to the glass garden, you didn’t think there would be more to it but what greeted you next was what you love the most. 

A flower field. 

“When I grow up, I’d want a flower field by my garden! I just love plants so much and I would want..hmm, a hundred different flowers in the field!” 

I do remember telling him about that flower field when we were in 7th grade. But I didn’t know that he would actually be serious about making this one for me. 

“When did you make this?” I asked, slowly turning my head to face him. 

“When do you think? These flowers are very hard to grow and maintain. The day you told me that you wanted a flower field, I immediately had to start working on it.” Hongjoong wraps his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I had a hard time looking for the exact flowers that you wanted to see.” 

“I want lillies, roses, marigolds, dandelions and tulips! There’s a lot more flowers that I like….but I’ll reserve them some time and write them down on a paper so I wouldn’t forget!” 

That afternoon, Hongjoong and I laid down on top of the flower field, using his arm as my pillow. The purple sky sipping through the glass room while the cold air kisses through our skin, making the wind chimes sway and produce little sounds. We were staring deeply into each other’s eyes until slowly Hongjoong leans in and places his lips on top of mine. 

I tried to wriggle my way out of his embrace, but he had his arms wrapped around me tightly, like his life depended on me. I tried to regain my breath as I breathed slowly and deeply felt my lips tingling and all the energy flowing in me. 

The distance separating our lips seemed so little, as if it was one meter and he was right there. With eyes open, looking at him like I’m seeing someone I love, I felt my body softening and my heart racing. 

It was the both of us; our mouths pressed together one more time, our tongues dancing and our breaths mingling and our hearts beating in time. He held me tight against his chest, my heart pounding inside my chest. 

“I can’t wait to have you here.” And slowly, Hongjoong switched our positions as he hovers on top of me, situating himself between my legs before he places his lips on mine once more, this time, kissing in a hungry and torrid manner. 

With one hand, he wraps them around my neck and his other hand grabs my waist, pulling me up as I willingly let my hands roam all over him, through his clothes. 

“Hongjoong, please, I want you.” I whisper, beg.

“I want you too” He says through gritted teeth, feeling his hands roam up my body, slowly sliding the straps of my dress of my shoulder and down to my ankles. 

He attaches his lips on my exposed neck, kissing the skin of my neck while I feel his hands slowly slide up my back, unbuckling my white lace bra. His fingers slowly push them down my shoulder, inching it down until I gasp a little. The cool air kissing my exposed skin. 

I gasp again as his hands settle on my breasts, fondling and caressing them in his hands. Sticking his tongue out and sliding them down to my shoulder, down to the valley between my breasts and then attaching his mouth on my left nipple. Swirling his tongue crazy like a maniac. My fingers fumbled and gripped on the back of his head, the in between of my legs pooling with wetness already. He lifts his head up and sticks his tongue out, kitty licking my right nipple before nibbling on it gently between his teeth. 

“Oh my god, that’s so good” I mumbled, letting out a moan, I tilted my head and saw a purple mark above my nipple. 

“Mine” he growls before turning his head down to place butterfly kisses on my stomach. 

“I’m going to have my way with you before I take you” He says, feeling his hardened length brush against my leg, caressing my legs before ripping my underwear off. 

He drapes my legs on top of his shoulders, sticking his tongue out and takes a long lick on my clit. He spreads my folds apart before ravishing them, almost burying his face on my pussy. 

I arched my back and let out soft yet loud moans. My hands pushing the back of his head more onto my pussy, feeling his tongue swirl around inside me. His hands that were once resting on my thighs slowly slide up and found themselves once more on my breasts, fondling and gripping them harshly. 

“Hongjoong…” I whispered, only to moan once more as sucked my fold gently, moving his tongue accordingly inside me as I felt vibrations my core, spasming after. 

“Hongjoong…are you okay?” I asked in a soft tone. Softly he lifts his head up, his lips glistening bright red with my juices. 

“More than okay, sweetheart. You sounded so heavenly moaning my name. I wouldn’t mind if I died suffocated in your pussy. If it’s the last thing I saw, I’d die happily and blissfully.” He says before unbuckling his belt, removing his pants along with his underwear and then hovering on top of me once more. 

He pushes himself inside me causing me to throw my head back on the flowery field. 

“Hongjoong” you gasped out, gripping your hands on his shoulders. 

“God, you don’t know how much I fucking love it when you moan my name like that.” He growls, slipping himself out before slamming again once more into me. 

“Mine” he spoke in a deep tone as he thrusts harshly inside of me. 

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. And you’re all mine.” He breathes out, never stopping pounding inside of me. He leans down and pushes his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues roaming around each others mouths, tasting every cavern and crevice. 

With the feeling of his tip poking your g-spot, it was enough to already send you on edge. The familiar feeling of tightness building up your stomach as you are reaching your high. 

“I’m so close. Please don’t stop.” The words came out like a moan, begging. 

“Let’s cum together, sweetheart.” 

Hitting your high while moaning his name out loud, you look up as you finally release and let yourself loose, coating his cock with your warm seeds. Hongjoong, shooting his cum inside of you. The once purple sky finally darkened for the bright stars and moon. 

He places a hand on top of your stomach, caressing it gently. 

“It won’t be long until our own child comes. When that day comes, I’ll love you both to death.” 

And you love the idea. 

[madeforhong]

Focus on me

Yandere Seonghwa x reader

"Why are you so nervous? Am I that good looking?" Seonghwa spoke in a soft, smooth, voice. It was as smooth as silk and his hand that was caressing your face was gentle and caring. He treated you like you were a doll, that's because you were. You were his doll. Only for him to see. Otherwise why would he have killed so many for you? Even if you were deemed a 'simple' makeup artist, you were still special in his eyes.

Seonghwa would make sure he was your muse and you would only focus on him. He had you straddled on his lap with your hands were shaking while you did his makeup. No one was in the room, it was only you two.

"Doll." He spoke in a firm tone as he saw the fear in your eyes. "I'm not going to bite, I would never hurt you. Never." His hand went down and caressed your bottom lip, he stared at your lips and a smirk formed on his lips. "Hey, your lipstick is so pretty. Let me try.." And with that he leaned forward and held you tightly making sure you wouldn't squirm away as he pressed his lips against yours.

Even if you tried to push him away he wouldn't allow it and he made sure you wouldn't get away. When you started to squirm he dug his nails into your skin to make you shut up.

When he was satisfied he pulled back and hummed obviously pleased that he got to taste that taste of cherry from your lips. He knew it was from your favourite lipgloss, he knows because it's his favourite too. He's seen it so many times when he came into your apartment late at night. He knows how many times you bought the same brand of lipgloss. And he can't count the amount of times he would take your lipgloss and imagine how it would feel when he would press his lips against yours. Finally now he has the answer..

"Seonghwa.." When you whimpered his name he tilted his head and smiled almost motherly but behind that smile was a crazy psycho. And he knew he was crazy, he would never deny it. "Yes?" He answered and only then did Seonghwa notice your gesture for him to loosen his grip on you.

"Sorry, doll. But do continue, after all I am your muse right?" Seonghwa leaned back to give you a proper view of his face that was only half done. This would take a while and Seonghwa had all the time in the world.

Omg it feels so weird to write a yandere Seonghwa. But should I make this into a whole fic?

[madeforhong]

Yandere! Hongjoong Analysis (1/8)

Disclaimer : In no way am I supporting Yandere behavior or toxic relationships. This is supposed to be just a fic and everyone must read it as a fic.

Warnings : Mentions of Toxic relationships, stalking, murder, sexual punishments, other yandere behavior.

Basic Information

Name : Kim Hongjoong

Date of birth : November 7th, 1998

Aggression level : 95%

Mental instability : 85%

Obsession level : 100%

Overall threat : Very High

Behavioral Analysis

He is a type of yandere to treat the person or thing of obsession as a treasure . (He will treat you like a queen). He is also very strict and cruel when he kidnaps you, and will give you sexual punishments for your behavioral issues. But if you look at a guy or speak to any of his men, you can expect him to be cruelly killed in front of you (dismemberment, takes out his part...) And you will surely be locked up in the basement for 2 weeks after that. Come to you every night to give you food and later fucks you till you pass out. Expects an apology from you after you are let out of the basement.

It all started when he saw you first at the cafeteria which you were hanging out with your friends at. He was with Seonghwa and Yeosang at that moment. You caught his eye that day. But later on whenever he visited the cafe, he would find you sitting in your usual corner place either with your friends or no one.

Soon he found himself coming to the cafe to see you, waiting for you to come in with your friends or alone. He started developing serious feelings for you. And after seeing you for a whole month, not even talking to you. He started stalking you, he hired men to get information about you.

Within no time he got every single piece of information about you. At that point he has lost all his consciousness about his real self. He started losing himself. To you.

He finally took it to the last step when he kidnapped you a day after following you till the night. You woke up on a king sized bed with a very soft mattress. You found out your hands were handcuffed to the bed when you tried to get up.

The door suddenly opened and you saw a familiar man walking in. You had caught him looking at you once or twice. But it never got to your head how obsessed he was with you.

That night you found out how damn obsessed he was with you and how good he was at sex. Though you might have enjoyed the pleasure he gave you, you started loathing the man.

You started giving him a bag behavior in return for him treating you with love and affection and giving everything a girl desires in her life... Except Freedom.

Hongjoong was a man with too much smartness, doing everything he could to prevent you from escaping. He placed cameras at every corner of your mansion and had at least two bodyguards guarding each door.

Until one day you had made the most stupid decision in your life. You thought it would be a good idea to flirt with a bodyguard to let you out of the mansion and help you escape. But Hongjoong saw all your actions in the cameras.

Needless to say, he was Furious. And the same night you saw the most cruel and sadistic murder in front if your eyes.

And being a manipulator, he started blaming you for his cruel death and that if you were smart enough to not do such things he would have probably been alive. And definitely when you started cursing at him not being able to comprehend his harsh words, he locked you up in the basement right away.

He only visited when he had to give you food Or relieve his built up stress.

Well he did play with you. He always played his usual game with you, "If I find you, you get fucked real hard. I can't find you, you get to escape." Somehow he always won this. And you would be sore.

Hongjoong is very strict with you, there were sexual punishments for you whenever you acted like brat.

Talking back to him? Suck him off for 2 hours.

Not wearing what he chooses for you? Get fucked in front of every one in his office.

Acting up in front of his friends? Get on your knees and beg for his forgiveness.

But later on though, you started falling for him, when he showed his soft side to you. You started developing feelings and found yourself holding back from cursing at him.

Not because you were scared of him, but you were scared he would get hurt. And in no time, you developed immense feelings for the man you loathed not long ago.

Not knowing a way to express your emotions to the man, you decided to seduce him. Hongjoong was not surprised, but was actually surprised when you sat on his lap and said, "Impregnant me"

Hongjoong couldn't have been more happy that night, which led him to making love to you till the next morning. And like that your life was settled, just you and Hongjoong and your kids. You didn't need anyone else. That's what Hongjoong made you believe but do you think that is true..?

This was interesting for me to write. I've been doing "research" On Yandere because I'm a sociopath. And I just love writing about it. The analysis of other members will also be posted soon. And requests are open if you wanna request a Yandere fic.

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[madeforhong]

heyy congrats on your 2k 💗 could i request Jaehyun with 113 + 126

perfect girl

jaehyun + daddy kink/ddlg + anal

part of my 2k event

warnings: daddy kink, anal, unprotected sex, dirty talk (he gets NASTY), praise/degradation, ddlg themes but there’s no ageplay. they just like to play up her innocence a lot. they are weird and freaky so be warned.

this is all consensual and negotiated off-screen. hate is deleted and blocked.

You’re lucky to have met Jaehyun, truly. He’s the only person who’s ever truly got you, ever truly understood what you are and what you need. Understood exactly how to handle you. How to care for you.

You didn’t even have to ask him; no, from the start Jaehyun just knew. Took on that role right away, without thought or discussion, like he’d been waiting for it. For the right person to come along and unlock that side of him.

You certainly had been.

His hands are gentle on your waist; fingers stroking small, soothing patterns without pressure. He’s not saying anything; hasn’t in a few minutes. Sometimes, you’ve found, he prefers to simply admire. Observe.

“Beautiful,” he says, finally. “My perfect little baby, aren’t you?”

The look in his eyes is so soft and tender that you almost forget that he’s still balls deep inside your pussy. Until he moves, just a little, and the rush of need flickers again; lights up and takes off with nowhere to go.

You’re so full, so desperate, that it physically hurts.

Dick pressing against your cervix; hips connected; skin on skin. And he’s not fucking moving. It’s agony. It’s torture. It’s exactly how he likes you.

“Daddy,” you whimper. “Please.”

“Hmm?” There’s a lilt to his voice, hands moving up and down your sides, that you’re more than familiar with by now. Teasing. Toying.

Jaehyun, you’ve discovered, likes to see you squirm.

“What is it, honey?” He coos. “You’ve already got my dick nice and deep in that little pussy. What more could you need?”

“More,” you mumble. “Daddy. Need more.”

He makes a noise of understanding, as if he hadn’t known all this time; as if he wasn’t asking simply for his own amusement. “Need me to fuck you?” He grins. “Not enough to be stuffed full? You need to be fucked dumb too?”

“Please.”

“Oh honey,” he says. “You know I can’t say no to you. Daddy’s best girl.”

Relief floods and you let yourself reach for him; grabbing at him with tiny shaking hands, pulling him closer, deeper inside you. He allows you a few small seconds of believing you’re going to get what you want before he pulls back, sliding out of you at an agonisingly slow pace. The emptiness hits you like freezing water; sudden, painful, visceral. There’s something in the air now, as you wait for his next move, that feels…

“Daddy,” you whisper. “I—”

He doesn’t let you finish, just shushes you quietly, gently until your protests die down. His hand moves downwards, rubbing soft, teasing circles around your holes, thumbing at the sensitive skin between them with an intention you can’t quite place. It’s wet now, you notice; sticky and cold with a substance you recognise from the early days of your relationship before your pussy had adjusted to him. The strawberry scent that fills the air makes your stomach twist with excitement. “Daddy knows sweetheart, don’t worry,” he says. “Greedy baby needs both holes filled to keep her calm. Daddy understands.”

You pause, uncertain, realisation creeping. “Both?”

He doesn’t answer—just watches silently as it finally hits; as your brows crease, lips parted, eyes wide and innocent until that pretty little blush creeps up your neck and you’re squirming and writhing beneath him again. “Daddy, are you…you wanna…”

“You trust me, don’t you?”

It’s such an obvious question that it takes you a moment to even think of how to answer. “Of course.”

“Good girl,” he says. “You know daddy always takes care of you. Will you let me teach you something new, baby?”

“Something new?”

His finger moves down, softly, and brushes over your asshole. The sensation makes you jump, squealing in surprise and a sensation you’ve never really explored. You always had something of an interest in anal—or rather, in knowing that every inch and crevice of your body had been taken and claimed and touched by Jaehyun—but it was scary too, the idea of putting something inside, so neither of you pushed it any further.

Until now, apparently.

His finger presses in just a little, enough to breach the ring of muscle but not quite enough to feel…intruding. Still the sensation, new and foreign and thrilling, makes you gasp, tensing around his finger. He smiles. “Tiny girl,” he mumbles. “Daddy’s gonna break you, honey. Show you how good girls take dick. You want that?”

Yes, yes, you want that; want to be good, to please him, to feel him in the deepest, most forbidden parts of you. You wonder if it will feel like losing your virginity to him all over again—if he’ll have to hold you down, coaxing and encouraging you through it like the very first time. You’re dizzy with desire to find out. “I want it,” you whisper. “Please.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiles. “My little princess, letting me use all her little holes like a perfect whore. Open up for me.”

He pushes in a little deeper and you hiss at the stretch; the intrusion that even one, smaller finger causes. Your hands reach for him instinctively, curling around his forearm, nails pressing against his skin. He doesn’t mind, though, never has; from the very first time he unraveled you like this he’s worn the marks you leave behind with a bursting pride.

“How does that feel, baby?” He asks. “Does it hurt?”

“A little,” you whimper. “It’s—ngh, daddy’s hands are big. Hard to- to take.”

“Oh, I know,” he coos. “My brave girl, taking it for me. Tiny little hole sucking me in like this. You can take more, can’t you?”

You nod plainly; dumbly, really, when it’s so obviously not a question. Daddy doesn’t ask you questions like that; doesn’t ask if you like or want or need something. Daddy tells you what you like. What you want. What you need. Because daddy knows not just the world but you better than you ever could.

The next finger pushes in with a little effort, then the third; the feeling of being stuffed with his fingers, especially in there, is thrilling and overwhelming and nowhere near enough. “Daddy,” you whine. “More, please.”

“Greedy girl,” he says, but when his dick is hard and leaking against his stomach again it’s hard to really feel chided. “Only just opened you up and you already need my dick, you’re insatiable.”

You just whine again, staring up at him with desperate eyes. He looks like his arousal is bordering on painful. “God you’re gone,” he mutters. “Nothing in there, is there? Nothing going on in that little head except getting fucked. Dirty baby.”

“Daddy,” you moan again.

“I know.” He pulls his fingers out, quickly like he’s ripping a bandaid; he doesn’t give you much time to whine or protest the emptiness before his dick is pressed against your rim, rock hard and leaking precum and lathered in lube. “Easy now,” he says. “Hold onto me, I’ve got you.”

By the time he’s halfway in you feel like you’re going to black out; never in your life have you felt so impossible stretched, so split open or so desperate to be broken further. In your tight asshole, still virginal and uncorrupted even where every other part of you had been defiled, you feel the extent of exactly how big Jaehyun is for the first time in a while. He’s massive; thick and long and pulsing with a need to fuck you open. You feel the restraint in his posture, see it on his face; forcing himself to go slowly, to take it easy on you like he knows he needs to. He can’t afford to damage a sweet, rare little gem like you.

“Oh my God,” he hisses. “Baby. You’re fucking clenching. What a good girl. Daddy’s almost there, baby, almost inside. Keep being good for me.”

He groans, loud and strangled as he pushes in the rest of the way; you feel when he bottoms out, when the tension in his body finally breaks and he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for his entire life. “How does that feel?”

“So good, daddy,” you moan. “Please, I—”

“I know,” he soothes, gentle. “I feel it too. Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, baby. Gonna break this little asshole in so it’s nice and ready whenever I want it. Hold onto me, honey.”

He starts slowly, of course; light, gentle thrusts that barely register above the stretch that already overwhelms you. His brows are furrowed, face contorted in focus, in restraint as he slowly picks up the pace.

It’s dizzying; unbearable in the best way; you can’t help but, tears flowing freely at the stretch and the pleasure and the feeling of Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun. Everywhere. Possessing you completely, from the outside in. You know he feels it too; the feeling of impossible closeness that you’ve never felt before. Of your body surrendering to him, sucking him in like it’s been begging for it. He looks crazed. Awe-struck. In love.

“Look at you,” he coos. His breaths are short and shallow now but the authority and care in his voice never wavers. “Taking daddy’s dick in your ass like you were made for it. Feels good?”

“Yes,” you sob. “Daddy—fuck, it feels so good.”

“I know,” he says. “I know it does, baby. Made for this, weren’t you?”

You nod, crying out again with an especially hard thrust and he chuckles. “I know you were,” he hums. “I don’t think you were ever meant to have your pussy fucked, baby. Daddy should’ve been in here all along, don’t you think?”

You definitely think that; but then again, when you’re fucked out and desperate like this Jaehyun could say pretty much anything and you’d be sobbing your agreement like you do now. He knows that full well; you both do. And you love it—love the power he has over you in this moment; the way he has you clinging to every nasty filthy word that comes from his mouth like it’s your saviour.

“I know,” he grunts. “Not enough to get your pussy stuffed, is it? That’s for sweet, innocent little girls. But you’re a pervert, aren’t you, honey? A nasty, dick-crazed little pervert. Baby sluts like you need their little assholes filled to keep them calm and pliant.”

You’re sobbing his name, over and over, like you’re begging for an absolution that you pray never comes. Every time you say it he goes harder, deeper; tightens his grip on your hips just a little more. You’ve never seen him like this, to this extreme. You’re not sure you could ever live without it now.

He pulls your legs up and wraps them around his waist, licking you both in place. He slows down for a second, trying to catch his breath and leans down to press a kiss against your flushed, sweat-covered forehead.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck your ass from now on,” he says. He moves slowly, leisurely, like he’s savouring the feeling of you, the sight of you so spent and submissive beneath him. “Split it open on my cock before I even think about fucking your pussy. My little anal princess, sounds nice?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. He smiles, speeding up a little, chasing sensation. “Wanna—daddy, ah. Wanna.”

“Good,” he says. “Little set of holes doesn’t have a choice anyway. Clench around me, baby. Daddy’s gonna come right here and you’re not gonna let a drop of it go to waste, you hear me?”

“Yes,” you nod. “Yeah, I won’t.”

You don’t. You never do. Even when he fucks you over the table the next day, one hand in your hair and the other stuffed in your pussy as he stretches your asshole out on his cock, you don’t miss a single drop.

You could you, though, when he’s so quick to slide in the pretty pink plug that now sits so snugly between your cheeks?

[madeforhong]

backshots from mingi… 💭

rough palms on soft hips, beads of sweat dripping down his chiseled chest, toned abdomen, sounds of sticky skin slapping skin echoing through the room like a melody. his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, chin dipped, eyebrows furrowed in focus and fear that he’d miss even a second of recoil.

his tongue would poke out, sandwiched between a plump lip and bared teeth, he’d groan low and deep, from the deepest part of his lungs. adrenaline and stamina are a funny thing, when he got into such a mindset he could go for ages, minutes, hours, a lifetime, a moment, he couldn’t keep track.

“pussy taking me so fuckin’ good, so tight…” he’d drawl out, pausing where he’s sheathed, readjusting where his fingers scorched your skin. this mindset, this mood, he picked up speed again, angling himself so you felt him in your gut. “like it was made f’me, only me. it’s mine, right?”

you’d cry out, a puddle of tears and drool soaking the sheets beneath your reddened cheek, hair stuck to your skin that had much time to pass before it dried. “it’s yours, only yours.”

oh, he’d smile— the sight usually saccharine sweet was exhaustingly wicked, it’d restart him like a timer, clock hands stuck in place, fuel added to the fire in his eyes. pistoling into you, jolting you forward, you’d claw at the sheets, the pillows, anything, begging for purchase, for reprieve.

“that’s right,” he’d press a hand on your spine, red hot fire spilling into your blood, pushing your chest through the mattress, “this pussy’s fuckin’ mine.”

[madeforhong]

well share the ao3 mingi yandere PLEASEEE

hellooo I already put it on my pin, happy reading<3

[madeforhong]

[nsfw] [cnc] thinking of a totally disgusting yandere.

he knows you’d never touch him if you saw him. you’d probably try to hold in your gag and look away, and then laugh about it later with your friends.

it turns him on.

he’s a total loser.

the type of bitch to send you his self-harm with the caption ‘:P’ and shamelessly ask you if he can pump his cock to your face to make him feel better. to send you voice notes whining and begging for you to send something back, to tweak out in your messages when you refuse.

he wants to get you high.

he can imagine it now, the sight of you clutching onto the bed with tears down your eyes. you’d be sooo vulnerable. would you be able to whimper his name out or would your eyes be shut in your fucked out and delirious state? maybe you’d like it, giggling shamelessly like a fucking slut as he plunged deep inside you.

and then you’d cry, you’d bat your arms against your chest and you’d scream at him, the whole time he’s recording it and guessing how many times he’s gonna cum to it in one go, and how easy it’d be to blackmail you with the pics he took from last night.

[madeforhong]

180° is wide enough right?

She's purring down there 😳

[madeforhong]

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[madeforhong]

THE WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE

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[madeforhong]

most to least likely in ateez to wanna share their girlfriend with the members…?

SHARETEEZ ☆ atz ot8 x fem!reader

please i love this topic so fucking much, thank you for asking this !!!!! shareteez is so important to me. the only government ship i used is yungi because im insane and addicted to them 😄 not proofread sorry 4 any mistakes <3

smut mdni 18+ | wc ~4k

most likely …

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀 ☆

idk what it is about hwa but something about him screams voyeurism to me. i think he’d be the one to bring it up, and i also think he’d share you with every single member if he could. as the oldest, even if he doesn’t share his personal items, something about sharing you gives him a sense of control. he’s always sitting in the corner of the hotel room, watching, analyzing as one of his best friends makes his girl feel good, but also, something about watching two people he loves together, right in front of his face, gets him off. he doesn’t wanna be involved— he wants to sit in his corner and watch, see how you react, see what the others do that he does or doesn’t do, watch how his members fall apart because of you. he’s prideful about it, it’s a way of showing you off, showing his members what they can have for a night but never to keep. he’s never jealous if you cum quick or if you’re screaming for another member, he’s watching with calculated eyes, taking notes, trying to ignore the ache of his cock that he doesn’t touch until he can’t take it anymore.

his favorite person to share you with is san. san is a passionate man in everything he does, his motivation never dies, and god does that statement remain true when it comes to sex. seonghwa is addicted to letting san fuck you, he’s the only member that’s fucked you more than once, hwa is obsessed with how you react for him, how easily you fall apart under his touch, the sounds the two of you make… seonghwa nearly asks for his wrists to be tied to the chair. its impossible not to stroke his cock while san’s eating you out, to not cum at the same time you do, to not drool as he watches the muscles in san’s toned back flex as he fucks you. hwa is a mess in his corner, his lap covered in cum, hand slick and wrist aching while his cock lays flaccid and utterly spent— but he still can’t stop, not when san hasn’t finished yet, not when you aren’t brainless and lifted to that fuzzy space that only san brings you to so easily. seonghwa could watch you for hours, his own personal movie, his favorite part would always be when you twisted your head to stare at him as you came, every single time. seonghwa would die a happy man in his corner if he was watching one of his best friends fuck you stupid.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐍 ☆

san would quite literally do anything his gf asked of him, but i think san is a fucking freak to begin with and watching you with someone else would be a dream to him. he’s obsessed with your pleasure, a demon possessed when it comes to getting you off, there isn’t a day that goes by where you aren’t finishing from some ministrations of choi san. if you even so much as look at another member with lingering eyes he’s on it— he’s observant, he’s horny, and his mind is always going, thinking of something new, trying it out with you, getting you past the finish line with it. san is a quiet man but he’s always storing details away, saving them for later, rewording them into propositions to make you think it was his idea. when san drops the idea of you hooking up with someone else, you’re the one shocked as if he’d just stripped you bare, peered inside your mind, as if all your thoughts were written across your forehead. san doesn’t get jealous, he’d do anything to get you off, and he means that.

san giggled to himself when he watched you approach yeosang in the backlit bar. quiet and meek, san would have never expected yeosang to agree to dance with you— but the blush that crossed yeosang’s cheeks, how his ears tipped red, san knew he was going to have fun with this. san stood with wooyoung as he watched you dance with yeosang, grinding on him, hands around his neck, lips ghosting his skin, san’s pants were agonizingly tight and only grew tighter every time yeosang glanced their way with worried eyes. he didn’t stop, though, he never asked for permission, and for some reason it made san hornier that yeosang knew you called the shots. so when the three of you made it back to your shared place and you sat with your back pressed against san’s chest and yeosang between your thighs, it was no surprise to any of you when san ended up finishing untouched, ropes of hot cum painting your back, sticking your skin to his. it was so hot, hotter than san could have ever expected, too hot to not make the occurrence a regular thing. after that night you invited the rest of the boys to your bedroom, one by one, it became a game to you and san. who could get you off the fastest, who did new things that you could incorporate into your own sex life, who you wanted to invite back into the bedroom. san was always present, always watching, always right there, always touching, always finishing at the same time as you.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈 ☆

mingi would share the world with yunho, so yungi topping mingi’s gf is so real to me i’m 100% convinced it’s true. unlike the other two before him, mingi is possessive and jealous by nature, he can be shy and insecure, but never when it comes to yunho. he’s third on this list because i think he’d be dating his gf for less than six months before he let yunho get his hands on her, Grade A Lover Boy ™, he’s so open to the idea that he’s the one pushing it to happen— he’s been having threesomes with yunho ever since he started having sex, so when it comes to you, his perfect little girlfriend, why wouldn’t he want to show you off to yunho? he boasts about you all the time, how pliant you are for him, how your pussy is the best he’s ever had, how your body was sculpted by god himself. it makes yunho drool and fills mingi with such a sense of pride he needs to show him as soon as he can, let him experience it for himself, but asking you is the hard part. somehow explaining the relationship between the two without making it sound like he’s objectifying you in any way, because he’s not, you’re the two people in this world he loves the most, and he’s just as confident in yunho’s skills as he is in how he feels about you.

when you agree without a second of contemplation mingi knows he’s found the one. so he invites yunho over to your shared apartment on a random weeknight, a couple glasses of liquor between you to ease your one sided nerves, and you were laid out bare on your mattress before you had a moment to second guess. two huge men towered over you, taking you for everything you were worth, making you finish over and over and over until you had nothing left to give. yunho’s long fingers inside you combined with mingi’s thick, calloused hands roaming across your body, in your mouth, in your hair, when the both of them filled you up, at the same time, you were a sight to be seen by the end, the end that you weren’t sure would ever come. you didn’t want it to, and neither did mingi, who loved everything about it. he enjoyed threesomes with yunho always, but with you, they’ve never been more in tune with one another, it’s never been so intimate. fucking has always been fucking, but with you it was more, it was a dance, a rhythm, a mutual agreement never spoken out loud. mingi’s relationship with yunho changed after that— aspects of your own relationship with mingi changed after that. it didn’t stop with just that one time, neither you or mingi could let it be a one time thing, yunho kept coming over, the two of you kept seeking him out, even when you were in public yunho became regular, routine, never spoken about, only enjoyed.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 ☆

even if wooyoung is a fucking freak i think this would definitely take him by surprise. i KNOW he is the mayor of freakville and would do anything at any point in time, but i think inviting someone else in, someone he knows so closely, so intimately, might make him double take just for a second. especially because its neither you or him that initiates it, it’s the third party peering in, the third party who has watched you, listened to you, can’t stop thinking about the two of you and wants to join in on the fun. you’re down immediately, but wooyoung…? as much as he would be down for a threesome, inviting a member in makes him think logistics. for once he’s thinking with his brain and not his cock when it comes to you, you’re his, and as much as he loves to show you off, a shred of insecurity lies deep in his gut somewhere. he thinks on it for a total of two (2) days and then he can’t stop thinking about it, what you’d look like under him, what you’d sound like, how he’d look inside you… it’s all too much for him all at once, the realization that he needs it, that he’d beg for it if it came down to it.

but he quickly remembers that it was him the two of you needed that final yes from. seonghwa comes over as soon as he shoots the text and the three of you are stripped bare without as much as hello, wooyoung thinks that maybe the two of you have him beat in freakiness. he doesn’t feel left out for a moment, though, not as seonghwa slips into easily found dominance, giving the two of you instruction, watching you make out sloppily on the bed before he’s pulling you apart and making you obey him. wooyoung’s cock was rock hard the moment he stepped foot into your bedroom, as soon as seonghwa used that voice on him, hitting that sweet submissive spot in his brain he couldn’t always tap into so easily. you were both switches in your relationship, neither of you dominant all the time, usually switching in an out of roles during one singular session, but seonghwa tamed you both with ease and wooyoung ate it up, he was a whimpering mess before he knew it, cock overstimulated and red and angry, laid against his stomach still wet from seonghwa’s mouth as he watched him fuck into you with no mercy— you were a crying, screaming mess, too, already came too many times, yet none of you wanted to stop. seonghwa was toying with you both and wooyoung was obsessed, he let it go on until either you or seonghwa had enough, and it seemed you had the same idea, too. both of you wanting to please him, satisfy him, give him what he wanted from both of you. only on nights where both you and wooyoung were reminiscing particularly hard did you call him and beg him to come over again, to dominate you both, to send you back into that headspace you’d never forget.

𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 ☆

yeosang is only down here cus i think if you brought it up poorly you’d hurt his feelings. he’s really a chill guy and he’s super versatile when it comes to sex, i think there’s not much that he’d say no to, but he’d definitely have to think it over for a long time before deciding to say yes to opening up your relationship to anyone, let alone another member. you’d have several conversations about it before even thinking about choosing a partner, setting boundaries for one another, what a threesome would consist of, why you’re doing it in the first place. choosing someone was another week-long conversation, going through every single member before deciding on one together, the reasons why you were choosing him, making sure none of this was being easily decided. yeosang is heavily aware that this is a big ask of another member, and he won’t be anything but wise in his choosing, in his intentions. then it came down to actually asking him, the safety of it all, precautions and boundaries, what would actually happen during the encounter. yeosang would want all bases covered before going into it, you’re too important to him to lose, and his members are too important to him to fuck up his dynamic with any of them. it’d be months of just talking and planning before anything actually happened.

the two of you choose wooyoung because he’s the closest to you both, you spend a decent amount of time together just you three, wooyoung going as far as joking that you adopted him to the other members all the time. he’s kind, respectful and light-hearted, you both trust him deeply, and you think you could show him a good time, and vice versa. wooyoung is def thrown off when you approach him with the seriousness of it all, he’s probably like yeah sure and then you two throw a five page long essay about why you chose him and what would happen in said threesome. not really. but it probably feels like that to wooyoung, who’s ready to strip his clothes off when you asked him if he’s open-minded. yeosang is feeling confident when the night finally comes, and falls into pace and rhythm with wooyoung easily, the two of them bouncing off one another and leaving you a writhing mess. it’s a dance of hands and spit and tongues and cum, kissing yeosang while riding wooyoung’s face, blowing wooyoung while yeosang stretches you out, relying on two sets of strong shoulders while they both try to fit inside you, fighting to keep your eyes open to watch as they messily makeout over your shoulder. it was a true threesome; not one of you left out, no one left untouched, wooyoung was exactly what you expected him to be, if not more. it left yeosang feeling so confident that he’s the one to suggest it happen again— after you caught him making out with wooyoung after one too many beers at the bar.

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎 ☆

jeong yunho is a deeply possessive man, we all know this, and i think there’s only one way this could possibly go. he isn’t possessive out of insecurity or jealousy, but because you’re his, and no one else should be able to see all of you, hear you the way only he gets you. soft and submissive, bendable, pliant, obeying— that’s how he loves you, how he needs you, yunho is dominant, extremely dominant, and when it comes to your sex life, you will not do anything unless he asks it of you, or unless he makes you. so when you make a silly joke about fucking mingi, he takes it personally, he almost spanks you for it— why would you want to invite anyone else into your bedroom? why do you want someone else to fuck you? you had a long session that night, yunho took it upon himself to fuck some sense back into you, because yunho is all you need, jokes or not, you know better than that. as the days followed, yunho found himself daydreaming about fucking both of you, dominating you at the same time, two people crying and begging at his mercy… it was less about sharing you and more about making the both of you his, even if it was just for a night. his cock was standing tall at the thought, he could see it in his head, thinking of his best friend that way opened another can of worms he wasn’t sure he even wanted to act on, so he didn’t. not for months.

then there’s that one time he’s out with you and mingi somewhere completely innocent, like the farmer’s market, somewhere the three of you go often, probably twice a month when your schedules allow. the two of you are deep in conversation standing in front of a fruit stand, and yunho’s speaking to you, trying to get your attention but neither of you hear him, and it pisses him off. he snaps his fingers, something he does to you when you’re lost in a session, when your mind floats away even with all of your training, when he needs you to come back down to earth. but instead of your head snapping up it’s the both of you, with wide eyes and parted lips, waiting for yunho to say something, waiting for instruction. it awakens a feeling he buried deep in his gut that he couldn’t help but get you both in the car and back to your place immediately. the bond the three of you shared has never gone unnoticed in your years of being friends, and that mental link you had was proving itself more than ever now, how both you and mingi went straight to the bedroom, sat yourselves quietly on the bed awaiting yunho’s instruction. it was heaven to yunho, as he instructed mingi on how exactly to make you cum, how to suck on your clit, how to curve his fingers inside you to hit that one spot that made you squirt on demand. it was even better when he instructed you on jerking mingi off, how he held mingi’s hands behind his back, how he made you edge him over and over until he cried, abdomen clenching and sweat beading down his skin. yunho’s favorite was when you both sucked him off at the same time, how your tongues danced with each other on his cock, how you both had that gleam in your eye solely to please him. yunho couldn’t get enough after that— having one person completely submit themselves to him was one thing, but to have two? it’s safe to say that was not the last time mingi was in your shared bedroom with yunho.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆 ☆

another possessive demon freak is hongjoong! you would piss him off so bad if you didn’t bring this up in a delicate way, honestly even if you did bring it up delicately he’d still prolly be pissed off. i think he’s the only member that would get mad mad tho, like not speak to you or sleep on the couch or something. why would you need anyone but him? he gives you everything you ask for, and it’s still not enough? when would it be enough for you???? it drives him insane for days, bro can’t work because he’s legitimately tripping over you thirsting after another one of his members. plus your sex life is great, he breaks your back every time he fucks you, he doesn’t consider it sex unless you’ve came two or three times. why would you need anyone else??? even if he could accept the fact that you wanted more— he has to come to terms with the fact that he’s to share you? the thought is ridiculous. someone else seeing you spread out, writhing, hearing you, possibly touching you? it makes him homicidal tbh he’s actually fucking crazy. knowing you have exes makes him rage enough, but to willingly let someone else see you is a whole different ordeal.

but he hated the idea of letting someone else watch a little less, so there’s your compromise. you let him choose because he’s insane and he tries to think of someone who would get the most pleasure out of sitting off to the side and just enduring, someone borderline pathetic, someone so horny they’d say yes to everything. naturally his mind leads him right to wooyoung, who said yes in a heartbeat. sat in the corner of the room in a cozy chair, wooyoung already had his pants pulled down to his thighs when hongjoong had just started kissing you. he smiled into your lips, knowing he was putting on a show, pride consuming him at the fact that he got to show this part of you off. as much as he hated the idea initially, he warmed up to it quickly when he realized how desperate wooyoung was, when he saw how badly wooyoung wanted to join in, wanted to be touched… depriving him of that made his cock harder, made him want to please you more, wanted to show wooyoung what he’ll never fucking have. hearing wooyoung whine and moan and gasp whenever he locked eyes with you, when hongjoong made you cum again, it made hongjoong want to work harder, want to make you cum again and again and again, just to hear you, to hear him, to dangle you right in front of wooyoung’s face. hongjoong never thought of himself as an exhibitionist but i think that experience definitely changed his life, and he wouldn’t mind showing you off for someone else again.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎 ☆

tbh i think jongho would be weirded out. he doesn’t see a point in opening up your relationship unless he wasn’t enough for his gf, and at that point he’d just end the relationship lol. if he was invited in to someone else’s relationship i think he’d literally say fuck no. too easy to get messy, for feelings to get involved, what if another member got jealous and couldn’t look at jongho the same way? these guys are his brothers, he doesn’t need to know what the inside of their girlfriend feels like. that’s territory he’d legit never cross. he trusts the members and their intentions but his relationship with them is too important to let a night of fun mess all of that up. but if you begged him for a threesome, like really begged, and strategized in a way that’d leave jongho with no more valid arguing points OR leave him with the feeling of not being enough for you, the one person he’d share you with is hongjoong. hj knows how to keep a secret, he can turn the switch off to separate his feelings, to realize when a situation his purely situational. he trusts hj with every bone in his body, he knows hj would take care of you, and if jongho never wanted to speak about it again he knows hj would never bring it up first.

what jongho has never realized because why would he is how versatile hongjoong is when it comes to sex. when jongho laid down the ground rules hongjoong was respectful, which was the most important thing to jongho, about yours and his boundaries— no kissing, no saying names, no cuddling, no spending the night. everything else was free game, though, and hongjoong took advantage of every unchecked box. it came down to worshipping you, and he was everywhere jongho wasn’t, you wondered if the two even realized the other was there. if jongho was inside you, hongjoong was feeling you up, fingers pressed to your clit, his other hand tweaking your nipples, whispering nasty shit in your ear. if jongho was kissing you he was behind you, licking and sucking down your back, his hands roaming every inch of untouched skin, praising you about how soft you are, how sweet you taste. jongho was pleasantly surprised, hongjoong slipped in like he’d done this a thousand times before, like your pleasure was all that mattered to him, and that was all jongho could ask for, aside from his rules. they totally never spoke about it again tho.

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