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The Packaged Deal - Yeon Sieun x Ahn Suho x F!Reader

"Fuck,” Suho groaned, head falling forward against your chest as he bottomed out. “So fucking tight…” You cried out, the sound raw and shattering, but Sieun caught it, swallowed it with his mouth against your cheek. “Breathe,” he whispered, voice like silk. “Let him in.”

cw : dark!virgin sieun, dark!suho, noncon, oral (both) fingering, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation kink, phone recording, virgin!reader.

The way they moved was like buy one, get one free. If you saw Sieun, Suho wouldn’t be far behind. You’d been avoiding Suho ever since that night the awkward, claustrophobic moment when the group met for dinner, and a casual game of pool. It was just the two of you left when everyone else drifted away. The air was thick with something unspoken, the dim lighting casting long, distorted shadows against the walls. You cleared your throat, suddenly aware of how late it had gotten.

“I didn’t realize how late it got,” you said, already reaching for your bag. “I should head out.” You moved to step past him, but Suho blocked your path with his pool stick, the sharp crack of it hitting the table making you flinch. Your pulse jumped. His voice came next, smooth and eerily measured, like he enjoyed the sound of each word too much. “Do you know Sieun likes you?”

A sharp inhale. “Wait—what?” you asked, your voice barely above a murmur. Suho tilted his head, his expression unreadable in the half-light. “Wait. Are you really so stupid you can’t see how much he likes you?” Each word sank in slow and deep. Goosebumps chased down your arms. “Of course I didn’t know!” you snapped, anger flaring. “And why are you calling me stupid?”

Suho’s smile was tight. He always remembered your favorite drinks. He asked about your day even when you forgot his. He showed up when your heart was breaking over someone else.’ His voice didn’t crack. It didn’t even waver. Each sentence more like a judgment than a memory. Just facts delivered in a tone so smooth it scraped. Resentment didn’t need volume. It was there in the silences, in the way he never looked at you when he spoke.

You swallowed hard. “That’s… what friends are supposed to do, Suho.” He took a step closer. The space between you felt charged, dangerous. “You should ask him out,” he said, soft but firm. Your stomach twisted. “I don’t like Sieun like that.” Suho’s gaze hardened. “If you know what’s good for you, you should.” A chill ran down your spine. What the hell? You grabbed the pool stick, shoving it aside with more force than necessary. “I don’t like being threatened,” you hissed. “And for the sake of this friendship, I’m going to forget this ever happened.” You didn’t wait for a response. You walked out, the echo of your footsteps too loud in the empty hall. But as the door swung shut behind you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Suho wasn’t done.

You didn’t realize you were standing frozen in the middle of the hallway until Sieun’s hand waved in front of your face. “You good?” he asked, his brow furrowing. You opened your mouth to answer but then you felt it. Arms sliding around your shoulders from behind, pulling you back against a solid chest. Your body locked up, breath catching. Suho. “Hey,” his voice was smooth, too close to your ear. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” You turned your head just enough to meet his gaze. His smile was easy, pleasant but his eyes were dark, unreadable. Like he was waiting for something. Like he knew you’d been avoiding him.

You forced a laugh, brittle. “Oh, sorry. Just been busy with school stuff.” Sieun opened his mouth to speak, but Suho cut in, his tone light, almost playful. “Huh. That’s weird.” He tilted his head, feigning thought. “I can’t remember us having any projects or exams lately.” A beat of silence. Your pulse thudded in your throat. “I—I meant, like, after school lessons and stuff,” you stammered. “Oh.” Suho’s fingers flexed against your shoulders, his thumbs pressing in just a little too hard as he massaged the tension there. “That makes sense.”

Sieun’s eyes flicked between you, his expression unreadable. He didn’t say anything, but the way he watched you like he was noticing something off but couldn’t place it. It made your skin prickle. You let out a nervous laugh. “Okay, let’s head to class.” You shrugged Suho’s hands off, stepping forward a little too quickly, putting space between you. Behind you, you heard him sigh long, exaggerated, like he was amused. Like this was all some game. The walk to class was silent. But the moment you sat down, you felt it again the weight of eyes on you. Heavy. Unblinking.

You turned. Suho was already staring. Your breath hitched. His expression was blank, but his gaze sharp, calculating locked onto yours like a predator watching prey. A slow, knowing smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. You whipped your head back around, heart hammering. You hadn’t realized until now just how scary he could be.

Suho’s eyes didn’t stay on you for the whole class and against all logic calmed your nerves. Maybe you’d overreacted. Maybe he was just being a good friend to Sieun, looking out for him. The thought settled in your chest like a weight lifting. See? Nothing to worry about. “Okay, that’s all for today. See you all Monday,” Mrs. Jung said, already halfway out the door. You slumped in your seat, exhaling. All you wanted was to go home, bury yourself under blankets, and forget the last few days ever happened. But fate had other plans. A tap on your shoulder made you jump. Sieun stood there, grinning sheepishly. “Oh, you’re stuck here too?” You smiled back, relief flickering until movement behind him caught your eye.

Suho. He strode in, broom in one hand, mop in the other, his usual easygoing smirk in place. “Looks like we’re all stuck here,” he said, tossing the broom to you with a lazy flick of his wrist. You caught it on instinct, your fingers tightening around the handle. Suho turned to Sieun. “Let’s move the tables out of the way.” No lingering stares. No loaded comments. Just… normal. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Maybe things really are okay.

Cleaning duty turned into something almost fun. Sieun started it dunking a chalk-stained eraser into the water bucket and flicking droplets at you. You gasped, feigning outrage, before retaliating with a swipe of your dust rag. Suho laughed, as he shoved a desk aside with exaggerated effort. “You two are terrible at this.” “Says the guy who’s just pushing chairs around,” you shot back, grinning. He clutched his chest in mock offense. “I’m creating space. It’s essential labor.” Sieun snorted, tossing a wadded-up paper ball at him. Suho dodged, but not fast enough, it bounced off his shoulder. For a moment, it was easy. Just three friends goofing off, the tension from before dissolving like chalk in water. You let yourself relax.

The laughter died down as you finished up. Sieun wiped the last chalkboard clean while you stacked chairs, humming under your breath. You saw movement at the edge of your vision. Suho was watching you again. Your breath hitched. He didn’t look away. Just tilted his head, slow, considering, like he was memorizing the way your fingers gripped the chair legs. A beat too long passed before Sieun’s voice cut through the silence. “Done!” He clapped his hands together, oblivious. “Let’s get out of here.” Suho blinked and just like that, the moment shattered. You brushed it off, pretending it was just your imagination. He slung an arm around Sieun’s shoulders, grinning. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Sieun's question should have been innocent. Just another after-school hangout, nothing unusual. "Hey, you guys wanna stop by my place before you head home? My dad's not home." Suho didn't hesitate. "Oh, let's go!" His grin stretched too wide, his teeth just a little too bright under the fluorescent street lights. Eager. Like he'd been waiting for the invitation. Like he already knew the answer. You swallowed hard, forcing a smile. Just an hour, you told yourself. Then you'll leave. "Nice!" Suho yelled, loud enough that a few strangers on the street turned to stare. Sieun laughed, shaking his head, and you let out a breathless chuckle.

The walk to Sieun’s apartment was too short. The elevator ride up, too quiet. The only sound was the mechanical hum of the lift. You watched the numbers climb on the display *3... 4... 5* your reflection warped in the metal doors. Behind you, Suho leaned against the railing, smiling at you. Sieun unlocked the door, stepping aside to let you both in. The apartment was dim, the curtains half-drawn, slicing the afternoon light into narrow, dusty stripes. You moved toward the couch, your shoes sinking into the floorboard, already calculating how quickly you could leave without seeming rude.

When— "Ready?" Sieun's voice, low, from behind you. Suho hummed in response. A soft, satisfied sound. Your stomach dropped. Ready for what? You started to turn then a hand clamped over your mouth. Roughly, the palm was warm, the fingers splayed just so the thumb was pressing into the hinge of your jaw, fingers curling behind your ear, holding you in place like you were something fragile. Something to be handled carefully. The cloth came next, pressed against your nose and lips. Damp. Sweet-smelling, like artificial cherries, like children’s cough syrup. Your lungs burned as you sucked in a startled breath—No!?. You thrashed, elbows jabbing backward, nails scraping at the arm locked around your ribs. But whoever held you—Suho? Sieun?—was stronger than they looked. Their grip tightened, crushing you against their chest like a lover’s embrace. You could feel their heartbeat through your back steady, unhurried. "Shhh," a voice murmured in your ear. Lips brushed the shell of it, the word curling into you like smoke. "Just sleep."

Your vision tunneled. The room tilted. The last thing you saw was the ceiling fan above the couch, its blades turning lazily, casting wobbling shadows over the walls. Somewhere, distantly, you heard laughter. Like this was all a game. Then the darkness swallowed you whole.

Your ears were ringing when your eyes first fluttered open. A dull, static hum filled your skull, your thoughts slow and syrupy. Where am I? The room came into focus in pieces, the white wall, the too-bright overhead light and the scent of lemon disinfectant. And then your eyes found Suho. He sat across from you in a wooden chair, elbows resting on his knees, chin propped in his hands. Watching. A smile curled at the edges of his mouth when he saw your eyes focus. "Suho?" Your voice cracked. "What's going on?"

“You should’ve done what I told you.” His voice was calm. Like he was talking about something mundane. But beneath that softness was something sharp, waiting to cut. "Do what?" Your mind was still fogged, your tongue thick in your mouth. He didn’t answer right away. Just tilted his head, studying you the way someone might examine a butterfly pinned under glass. "I wasn’t honest with you last time we were alone," he said finally. That caught your attention. "Sieun isn’t the only one who likes you." A pause. "I do too." Your stomach lurched.

"We were trying to figure out our dilemma," he continued, tapping his temple in mock thought. "And then we went—oh!" His eyes lit up, like he'd just remembered something delightful. "We could share you." A cold sweat prickled down your spine. "But you being so dumb couldn’t notice the way we changed acting towards you." He leaned forward, elbows pressing into his knees, close enough now that you could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. Close enough that you could smell the mint gum on his breath.

"Suho, whatever you're thinking—let’s not," you begged, your voice thin. "Please." A hum from beside you. Your head snapped to the side and there was Sieun, sitting so close his thigh pressed against yours. You hadn’t even noticed him. His hand settled on your leg, fingers rubbing slow, soothing circles into your jeans. Trying to ease your nerves. It wasn’t working. "Fuck this," you hissed, lurching to your feet. "I’m leaving."

Suho moved faster than you expected. One second, he was in the chair the next, he was blocking your path, his body crowding yours. "Nah, babe," he murmured. "Sit back down."

"No, Suho, I’m leaving—"

"You don’t like to listen, do you?"

His hands tangled in your hair yanking you. You screamed, the pain sharp and sudden, your scalp burning as he shoved you backward. You crashed onto the couch, landing half in Sieun’s lap. His arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you tight against his chest. "Shhh, it’s okay," Sieun whispered into your hair. "It’s okay." He glared at Suho over your head. "I thought we were going to play nice. So she could be comfortable." Suho rolled his shoulders, rubbing the back of his neck like he was the one who’d been wronged. "Well, she doesn’t like to listen."

"I’m sorry," Suho said, ducking his head, suddenly sheepish. The whiplash of it made your head spin. Sieun squeezed you. "See? He said he’s sorry. You should forgive him." "Forgive him?!" You shoved yourself upright, scrambling off Sieun’s lap. "Whatever this shit is, I don’t want any part of it. Let me go home. My mom—" "It’s 6 PM," Sieun interrupted, nodding toward the wall clock. "Your mom won’t be home for another three hours." Your blood turned to ice. "How do you know that?"

"Well, babe," Sieun sighed, his voice dripping with false patience. "We've been friends for over a year. You really think I don't listen when you nag about your mom always coming home late?" The air left your lungs. His smile had vanished. In its place was disappointment, edged with something darker. "And babe? I don’t like it when you lie." Your mouth opened. Nothing came out. "We just wanted to show you how much we like you," he continued, his voice softening into something almost tender. "How perfect we’d be together." His hand rose, fingers brushing your jaw too gentle for the way your pulse was rabbiting in your throat. Then his grip tightened, tilting your face toward his.

You shoved at his chest. "Don’t—"His other hand snapped to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, yanking. Your lips met his in a hard, bruising kiss. You stayed frozen, your body rigid until you felt hands on your hips, dragging you backward. Suho. He hauled you into his lap, his breath hot against your ear. "See?" he murmured, his arms locking around your waist like a vise. "This isn’t so bad." Sieun pulled back just far enough to look at you. His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, wiping away the sting of the kiss. "You’ll get used to it."

Your hand cracked against Sieun's wrist, slapping him away with a violence that surprised even you. The room froze. For one suspended second, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing then Sieun's expression darkened, something primal uncoiling behind his eyes. "I was being so sweet with you," he murmured, voice dripping with false calm. "So gentle. Knowing how fragile you are." His fingers flexed. "But it looks like you like it rough, huh, babe?" The slap came fast a starburst of pain across your cheek, snapping your head to the side. Your lips stung, throbbing where your teeth had cut into them. Behind you, Suho let out a low, delighted laugh, his breath hot against your ear.

"Oooh, you got him mad," he teased, fingers already working at the buttons of your shirt, slow and deliberate, like he was unwrapping something precious. "Now you’re really in for it." You squeezed your eyes shut, but you could still feel Sieun watching you could picture the way his gaze tracked Suho’s hands as they parted the fabric, exposing you inch by inch. A gift being unveiled just for him. The last button gave way. Suho peeled the shirt from your shoulders with a reverence that made your skin crawl, his lips brushing the curve of your bare shoulder. "See?" he whispered. "Isn’t this better?" You turned your face away, refusing to look at Sieun. Refusing to give him the satisfaction. But he caught your chin anyway, forcing your gaze back to his. His thumb swiped over your bruised lip, smearing the blood. "You’ll look at me." he said softly.

Suho's voice slithered through the charged air, saccharine and sharp as broken glass. "Come on, baby. Stand up for me." You didn't want to be slapped again. Your body moved before your mind could protest, muscles obeying out of sheer animal instinct. You stood on trembling legs, turning deliberately away from them both. The front door swam in your vision ten feet of scratched wood and peeling paint that might as well have been a mile away.

A warm hand slid around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against Suho's chest. His lips found the delicate shell of your ear. "Don't even think about it," he murmured, fingers digging into your hipbone hard enough to bruise. "I'd catch you before you made it two steps." His other hand trailed up your spine. "And then I'd fuck you against that door so hard the neighbors would hear."

Behind you, Sieun let out a soft, approving hum. Your reflection stared back at you from the darkened television screen wide-eyed, disheveled, bracketed between their bodies. A fly caught in honey. Suho's teeth grazed your shoulder. "Be good," he whispered. "You know how much better it feels when you're good." Sieun reached around to unzip your skirt.

The skirt pooled at your ankles like a fallen curtain. Suho crouched behind you, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties with deliberate slowness. The elastic stretched taut, then slackened as he inched the fabric downward not ripping, not tearing, but peeling, like he wanted to savor every millimeter of exposed skin. "Look at you," Sieun murmured walking to the front of you, his voice thick with something that made your stomach twist. His hands framed your face, forcing your gaze to stay locked on his. "So pretty like this."

The air was too cold against your bare thighs. Suho’s breath was too hot where it ghosted over the small of your back. "Shhh," he soothed, as if he could feel the tremors wracking your body. His thumbs pressed into the dimples above your hips. "We’ll take care of you." Sieun’s eyes met yours, "You’re ours now," he said, like it was the simplest truth in the world.

Suho had retreated to the couch, his weight making the old leather creak as he settled back to watch. Sieun’s hands guided you down with a gentleness that didn’t match the way your knees hit the hardwood. The sharp jolt of pain wringing a whimper from your throat. The floorboards were cold under your knees.

"Oh, baby," Suho cooed from the couch, his voice syrupy with mock concern. "That sounded like it hurt." You kept your eyes fixed on the floor on the scuff marks in the wood, the dust gathered in the grooves. Anything but them. Then came the click of a belt buckle. The hiss of leather sliding free. Sieun tossed it aside, the sound of it hitting the wall too loud in the quiet room. His fingers found your face again, tilting your chin up with terrifying familiarity.

Your vision filled with him his flushed skin, the way his fist moved over himself, slow and slick. "Come on, baby," he murmured, thumb brushing your lower lip. "Let’s put that mouth to work." "Sieun, I—I don’t know what to—" "Wait!" Suho’s sudden bark made you flinch. He sat forward, eyes alight with something giddy. "You’re a virgin?" A moment. Then your tiny, soft voice "Yes." Suho’s grin split his face. "Woah. You really were made for us." He turned to Sieun, laughing. "Cause this idiot’s a virgin too. Couldn’t stop talking about how he wanted his first time to be with you." His gaze slid back to you, dark. "And now it’s about to happen."

Sieun’s breath hitched with embarrassed or excited, you couldn’t tell. "Wait, I should record this—" Suho lunged for his phone. "No—" "No what?" His voice went sharp. "We need to save this moment forever." He propped the phone against the TV, the red recording light blinking like a predator’s eye. "Back to me," Sieun ordered, fingers tightening in your hair.

Your gaze flicked up just in time to see the hunger in his eyes as he guided himself to your mouth. The first touch of skin to your lips made him whimper. "Oh, god—" Behind you, Suho’s laugh was low, thrilled. "Yeah," he breathed. "This is perfect."

Sieun's inexperience showed in the way his hips stuttered. No rhythm, no control, just the frantic, animal need to take. His fingers twisted tighter in your hair, forcing your head back at an angle that made your jaw ache. "Oh God, I love watching you like this—" His voice was breathless, wrecked. "On your knees for me." Behind you, the couch creaked under Suho's shifting weight. The slick, rhythmic sound of skin on skin filled the spaces between Sieun's choked-off moans. "God… look at you." Suho's words came out in a whimper, high and reedy. "I could watch this all night." Sieun’s thrusts slowed, turned uneven.

"Getting close already?" Suho teased, but his own voice was thick with want. Sieun didn’t answer. Just groaned, his grip on your hair turning vicious. "That feels so fucking good… I can’t hold it—" And then he was coming with a choked-off grunt, hips jerking forward, forcing himself deeper as he spilled into your mouth. "God—yes, I’m coming… fuck—" His fingers tightened, yanking your head back just enough to meet your gaze. "Don’t spill a single drop."

The command slithered down your spine. Across the room, Suho let out a shaky sigh. "Perfect," he whispered. "You’re doing so perfect." The praise felt worse than the violence.

He slipped out of my mouth, you gasped for air only for Sieun to pat your head like a well-trained pet before turning you toward Suho. Suho’s gaze was molten, his jaw tight, his entire body coiled like a predator ready to strike. He looked at you like he wanted to ruin you. "I know I look good like this," he said, voice rough, "but come lay on the couch. I need to work you open." A smirk. "And I doubt Sieun knows how to eat a pussy properly. You’re in for a treat."

Sieun fingers brushed your hip. "Can’t fuck you without getting you wet first. Poor thing would break apart and we don’t want that, right, love?" Like it was the simplest thing in the world. You let yourself be guided onto the couch, thighs pressed together in some last, futile attempt at modesty. Suho tsked, gripping your knee and yanking your legs apart with a single, brutal motion. "None of that."

His gaze raked over you in a hungry and ravenous before his fingers traced your most sensitive skin, feather-light, just enough to make you shiver. "Oh, God," you whimpered. "Barely started, and you’re already falling apart?" He chuckled, dark and low, before pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. Then another, lower. His breath, hot and damp, right there. You looked down. He looked up. Held your gaze as he smirked then licked a slow, deliberate stripe up your clit.

Your breath caught and not just from the contact, but from the way Suho looked up at you while he did it. Like he was studying you. Like he was waiting to see the exact moment you’d break. The moment you’d stop pretending you didn’t want this. Sieun sat beside him now, lounging where Suho had been at the start. One leg crossed over the other, fingers brushing his lower lip, his gaze heavy on your naked skin. Watching. You tried to close your legs. Suho growled, low and dark, his hands tightening around your thighs. “Don’t,” he warned, dragging his mouth back against you, unhurried, deliberate. Tongue slow and cruel. “Don’t even think about it. Keep them open.”

You whimpered. “Wait—please, I don’t—”

Sieun’s voice cut through like a thread pulled taut. “Aw, are you overwhelmed already? ”

“She’s soaking,” Suho muttered, lips brushing slick skin. “Look at you. Trembling like a whore but pretending to be shy.” You turned your face into the couch cushion, heat flooding through you. Suho’s fingers flexed, lifting your hips like you weighed nothing. “Open.” A pause. “Wider.” His voice dropped, gravel-rough. “You don’t want to make me say it again.” You hesitated, lips parted in a breath you didn’t realize you was holding. Then, slowly you let your thighs fall open, exposing yourself with a tremble that said more than any word ever could. “Good girl,” Suho said, mock-sweet, a vicious edge behind the praise. “That’s better. I’ll teach you manners next. You’ll be thanking me before I’m done.”

His mouth returned. His pace rougher now, merciless. Tongue circling, pressing, flattening and your body betrayed you. You moaned, broken and high, fingers clawing the cushion like it could ground you. “No,” you gasped. “I don’t want—this isn’t—” But your voice cracked at the end. Suho didn’t stop. He licked deeper, harder, drawing sounds from you you’d never made before.

And still Sieun said nothing. He sat back in the chair, legs spread, hand wrapped around himself, slow and deliberate. He didn’t rush because he didn’t need to. Watching you fall apart under Suho’s mouth was enough. The way your thighs trembled, the way your moans filled the room. His gaze never left your face, even as his fist pumped lazily, thumb grazing the tip every time you whimpered like you weren’t soaked for it. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and cruelly soft. “Let him ruin you while you pretend you’re not loving every second.” His smile twisted. “Don’t worry, my love. You’ll scream for me next.”

You tried to hold onto something, the edge of the couch, the fabric of your own discarded shirt anything to anchor yourself against the rising tide of sensation. You were a virgin, but you recognized the telltale signs: the tightening in your belly, the way your thighs trembled, the dizzying rush of blood between your legs. Suho noticed. Of course he did. "Oh, baby," he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing your inner thigh. "Are you close?" His fingers worked faster, rubbing tight circles over your clit before sliding two fingers inside you, pumping in a relentless rhythm. "Should I slow down? Or speed up?"

Your body arched off the couch, elbows digging into the cushions as you tried to twist away but then Sieun was there, his chest pressing flush against your back, his arms locking around you like steel bands. “Shhh,” he murmured, his breath damp against your ear. One hand slid up your ribcage, but there was no gentleness in his touch just heat. A sharp tug, a vicious sound of tearing fabric, and the front clasp of your bra snapped open under his grip. The cups fell apart like they never stood a chance, fabric splitting as if your body had no right to hide from him.

His other hand didn't hesitate. Thumb and forefinger closed around your nipple, pinching just shy of pain before rolling it slowly until the ache radiated through your whole chest. “You’re gonna come, and you’re gonna look me in the eyes when you do." Suho coaxed, his voice honey-sweet. Sieun's teeth grazed your earlobe. "Good girl… give it to us. All of it.” You were trapped between them. Suho’s mouth on you now, his tongue replacing his fingers, licking into you with obscene precision, while Sieun’s hands roamed over your bare chest, his breath hot against your neck

The pleasure was too much. The wrongness was too much. Your body didn’t care it arched into their touches, betraying you, chasing the climax even as your mind screamed no, no, no—"That’s it," Suho coaxed, his voice muffled against your skin. "Come for us." And you did. Your vision whited out, your back bowing off the couch as the orgasm ripped through you, violent and unwanted. Sieun held you through it, his arms tightening around you, his lips pressed to your temple in something almost like tenderness.

"Good girl," he murmured, lips brushing your temple like a prayer. And then Suho was moving, crawling up your body with slow, predatory ease, his smile sharp, his eyes dark with something hungry. You could feel the heat of him drawing closer, his body climbing over yours like a wave about to break. One hand dragged along your inner thigh, fingers grazing every trembling nerve as though he were mapping your undoing, memorizing the way you shook, the way you breathed, the way you tried and failed to retreat into yourself.

Then he was above you, weight settling over your hips, caging you between the couch cushions and the scent of sweat, leather, and something that made your skin crawl even as your body arched up to meet it. His smile was different now. There was nothing playful left in it. “Now it’s our turn,” he said, and the words coiled around your ribs like wire. You flinched, almost imperceptibly. But Sieun felt it. His hand slid to your throat a suggestion of the their power over you. “No more pretending,” he murmured against your ear, his tone low, coaxing. Dangerous in its calm. “If that was a protest, sweetheart, you’ve got a funny way of showing it.” You wanted to scream.

But your voice had gone soft somewhere between Suho’s tongue and Sieun’s brutal mouth fucking and that breaking point you didn’t remember crossing. Suho’s fingers brushed your hipbone, almost reverent now. And somehow. They weren’t in a rush. They never were. Because they already had what they wanted. You. Now they were just taking their time enjoying the aftertaste.

Suho didn’t rush. He watched you, eyes dark and unreadable, as he settled fully between your thighs. The weight of him was suffocating, his presence impossibly heavy as he nudged your trembling knees apart, exposing the last of you. “You’re still shaking,” he murmured, voice a dark melody against your skin. “Good.” Sieun’s arms tightened around you, his grip unrelenting as he leaned in, whispering at your temple. “You don’t get to hide anymore.”

You tried to twist away one final, a very useless protest but it only made them hold tighter. Sieun's fingers dug into your jaw, turning your face toward him. ““Ah, ah—stay still. I like watching you realize you can’t escape.” he said softly. “Look at you…trying so hard to stay in control. It's adorable. Pathetic, but adorable.”

You felt it, the pressure of him, deliberate and claiming, as he pushed against your entrance. Your body tensed, a whimper rising in your throat, caught somewhere between fear and some cruel, traitorous need. There was no pretending now. No denying what was happening. He pushed in, slow and relentless, stretching you inch by unforgiving inch. “Fuck,” Suho groaned, head falling forward against your chest as he bottomed out. “So fucking tight…” You cried out, the sound raw and shattering, but Sieun caught it, swallowed it with his mouth against your cheek. “Breathe,” he whispered, voice like silk. “Let him in.”

The broken little noises slipping from your throat. You gasped, fingers scrabbling against the cushions as your body clenched around him, involuntary. It hurt. God, it hurt. A sharp, invasive ache that pulsed with each slow grind of his hips. You’d never done this before your body unpracticed, untouched, painfully tight around the unforgiving stretch of him.

“Shhh…” Suho’s voice was low, soothing in a way that didn’t match the brutal reality of your position. “This stretch... this pain... this is how you know it’s real.” You whimpered, back arching. It felt like too much like you were being split open from the inside. And he knew. You could see it in his eyes, the flicker of something close to reverence as he watched your face contort.

“No more pretending,” Suho growled as he drove into you harder. “Look at your face. You didn’t know you could feel this much, did you?” Your breath fractured into pieces, each inhale more ragged than the last as Suho began to move in earnest. His thrusts hit deeper now, each one grinding into your tender core with merciless precision, dragging another whimper from your throat even as you tried to bite them back. “There,” Suho hissed, voice thick with pleasure. “Right there. That’s the sound I want.”

You shook your head instinctively, not even knowing what you were denying anymore—his voice, the way your body reacted, the brutal, burning fullness of him inside you. It didn’t matter. He wasn’t asking. He was showing you what it meant to be taken. Sieun’s mouth ghosted over your temple, lips soft in contrast to his grip on your body. “You feel that?” he murmured, hand sliding possessively over your throat, thumb pressing just under your jaw. “That wet little slap? That’s how much you love this, even if you won’t say it.”

Suho pulled back just enough to thrust again, slower this time but deeper and you felt your muscles spasm around him, raw and unwilling, but yielding. Adjusting. Betraying you in real time. “That’s it,” Suho muttered against your neck, teeth grazing the skin there. “You’re opening up so pretty for me now.” Your hands fisted into the cushions. You weren’t sure if you were trying to push away or hold on.

“It hurts,” you gasped. Suho’s breath was hot against your ear. ““It’s not pain, baby. It’s your body learning who it belongs to.” Sieun’s hand tightened on your jaw again, tilting your face toward him. “And you’re paying it so beautifully,” he whispered, eyes gleaming with something dark. “Every cry, every shiver you’re giving us everything.” Sieun’s free hand drifted down, fingers circling your clit with cruel precision. "“Fuck, look at you—so pretty with him buried deep inside," he whispered. "You're trembling so sweetly."

Your hips jerked, a broken sound tearing from your throat as pleasure coiled tight beneath his touch, hot and insistent, wrongwrongwrong—Suho groaned, his rhythm stuttering. "Clinging to me already? You’re squeezing like you want to break me." His hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside you with a low, satisfied growl. Sieun’s fingers worked faster, relentless, until your vision whited out, just from the overwhelm, your body shuddering through a climax that felt like surrender. "There it is," Sieun murmured, watching the tears spill down your cheeks. "That’s our girl."

Suho didn’t pull out. Just stayed seated deep, his breath hot on your shoulder. "Now you know," he said softly. "Now you really know." Suho gave your cheek a soft, almost patronizing pat before slipping out of you. The sudden emptiness made your body jolt, the heat of him still dripping down your thighs, slick and unmistakably his. You barely had a moment to breathe before his hands gripped your waist again and lifted you like you weighed nothing at all.

“Okay, baby,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied. “Time for Sieun to get his cherry popped.” You barely registered the words before you were lowered into another pair of waiting arms. Sieun looked up at you, wide-eyed, pupils blown, lips parted like he couldn’t decide if this was really happening. His hands were hesitant on your hips. Your body was already raw, oversensitive, and trembling but Suho was still there behind you, grounding you, guiding you. He pressed closer, one palm sliding over your lower back, the other curling around your side possessively.

Sieun lined himself up to your entrance, breath ragged. His length nudged at your slick entrance, the hesitation in his eyes making your pulse stutter. “Come on,” Suho whispered against your ear, voice like velvet. “Let him in.” And then he was guiding you down, slow, steady and cruel. Sieun gasped, head falling back against the couch as you sank onto him inch by inch. He was overwhelmed every breath he took sounded like it might shatter him. His nails dug lightly into your hips, unsure whether to pull you down or hold you still.

You whimpered, the stretch making you tremble again. It wasn’t just physical. It was the way Sieun looked at you like you were something angelic. Sieun’s voice broke on a breathless moan. “I—I can’t…” “You can,” Suho said behind you, voice low and firm. “She’ll take all of you. Won’t you, baby?” You didn’t answer but your body responded, trembling around him, clenching involuntarily as Sieun slowly slid deeper. Every inch dragged a gasp from his lips, and a broken, whispered plea from yours. The stretch burned, not just from being filled again, but from way he was how careful and clumsy all at once.

Sieun was breathing like he’d run miles, his chest rising and falling against yours as his arms tightened, unsure whether to anchor himself or anchor you. His eyes were locked on your face, like he needed permission, reassurance, something to ground him. But you couldn’t give it. You weren’t grounded. You were floating in the space between pain and pleasure and the lines between your body and theirs blurring by the second.

Suho’s voice seeped into you, slow and thick like warm honey laced with poison. “He’s shaking, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing your hair off your damp forehead. “You’re too much for him already.” Sieun whimpered beneath you, the sound quiet and overwhelmed. “She’s… so warm… so tight… I can’t—” “You’re already inside her, Sieun.” Suho cut in. “Too late to hesitate.” You could feel the tremor in Sieun’s thighs, the twitch in his fingers as he tried not to move, not to finish before it had even begun. He throbbed deep inside you, pulsing with restraint he clearly didn’t have the experience to manage. And still, Suho didn’t let up. “Move,” he ordered, his hand pressing firmly on your lower back again, forcing you to rock barely an inch, but enough.

You cried out, hips jerking reflexively as the motion sent sparks across every nerve. Sieun moaned helplessly, biting his lip so hard it went white. “Good,” Suho praised, “Just like that. Make him feel what it’s like to be inside something that’s already been broken open for him.” That did something to Sieun his hips bucked upward instinctively, and you gasped, fingers clawing at his shoulders, trying to stay upright as the sensation knocked the air from your lungs. He was too close. You could feel it.

Something had shifted. Gone was the wide-eyed hesitation. In its place, raw instinct. The kind that took over when thought vanished and only feeling remained. He sat up suddenly, arms locking tight around your back. Before you could process it, he was rising, lifting you with him in one swift, shaky movement. You let out a startled cry as your legs wrapped reflexively around his waist, his hands slipping beneath your thighs to hold you in place.

The air hit your skin as he stood fully upright, your back pressed against the nearby shelf cool wood against flushed flesh. His breath came in ragged bursts, face buried in your neck as he began to move. He was rough now, uncontrolled. His hips snapping up into you, his grip bruising but desperate. The way he held you, thrust into you, didn’t feel like inexperience anymore. It felt like hunger. Like he’d been holding back and now couldn’t stop.

Each movement drove you up the shelf an inch before gravity pulled you back down, onto him again. Over and over. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room wet, sharp, unrelenting. Suho stood nearby, watching. A proud, dangerous gleam in his eye. “That’s it,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Take what you want, Sieun. She can give it. All of it.” And Sieun did.

He buried his face against your shoulder, muffling a broken moan as his rhythm faltered hips stuttering, thrusts going sloppy. “Fuck… you feel so good,” he gasped, voice cracking. “I can’t—I’m gonna—” You could feel the build in his body. Every muscle straining. Every breath breaking apart against your skin as he pushed deeper, chasing the edge like he’d drown without it. “Taking me so deep,” he whimpered, helpless now. “It’s too much—too fucking good—” with one final, shaking thrust. He gasped your name like a prayer and came. You felt it. The sudden heat spilling inside you, thick and hot pulsing as he emptied himself, moaning brokenly into your neck.

You heard clapping. The sound echoed through the room like it didn’t belong there. It sliced through the haze in your head like a cold blade. You turned your face toward it. Suho was standing now, walking toward you both with that grin that infuriating, knowing grin stretched across his face like he’d already won. “See?” he said, clapping again, louder this time. “See how good we are together?” He gestured between himself and Sieun, then toward you. “You can never get rid of us. We’re in you now.”

Sieun was still beside you, fingers ghosting up your spine in a slow, possessive stroke. You didn’t know when he’d moved. You didn’t even feel your body shift but somehow, his hand was at the nape of your neck now, anchoring you in place like you were something dangerous. Suho stepped in front of you, grin softening into something colder. His gaze slid up your body like it belonged there… you didn’t move.

“You can’t get rid of us,” he whispered, voice slick with triumph. “Now you belong to us and no matter how hard you try, you’ll Never get rid of us.” Sieun’s voice rasped hot against your ear, the words more like a threat than a promise. “You get that, don’t you?” before you could respond, Suho was in front of you too close. His thumb dragged across your bottom lip, slowly. Like he had all the time in the world to remind you who you belonged to. “Smile for me,” he said. And when you didn’t.

His hand snapped up, gripping your jaw hard enough to make your breath catch. His fingers dug in, forcing your face toward his, his voice dropping to a low, razor-edged growl. “I said—smile.” This time, you did. Lips trembling, teeth clenched. And when you did, he smiled too. The kind of smile that told you this wasn’t over. The kind of smile that said next time? You’d better not hesitate.

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