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azrielslightintheshadows · 11 months

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Princess

Azriel x Reader

One of the series I'm currently working on, hope you enjoy it.

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Summary; Reader is Mor’s new friend that she found in the winter court while she was away for business. Y/n has been raised as a princess since her parents wanted to wed her to a noble fae in order to climb the social ranks. When her parents are brutally murdered y/n is left alone without a clue about the harsh reality or the brutality of the world. Mor finds her and takes her back to Velaris afraid of what might happen to her if she was left to live on her own. Will y/n survive the hate she will receive from certain members of the inner circle -including her mate- regarding the way she grew up?

Warnings; angst, mentions of abuse and death, description of reader.

Prologue

Y/n felt like she would pass out any moment now, the iron smell of blood filled her senses, her stomach twisting and the tears pouring down her face like a stream.

She couldn’t see the bodies, the guards of the winter court were standing in front of her shielding the view, she didn’t know if she wanted to thank them or curse them out for keeping her from seeing her parents one last time. A lady doesn’t curse. Her mother’s words ringed in her ears. A lady is polite.

She closed her eyes and took a few steps back exiting the house.

“We will take them now” a guard told her, and she nodded in response.

She was shopping dresses for the ball her cousin had invited her to. It was the perfect opportunity to meet high ranked faes her mother had told her. Guilt filled her body, she should’ve been there, with them. Who would do that? Enter a small cottage to steal… everyone knew that her family was poor, and when her father managed to sell some of the vegetables they grew in the covered part of their garden -so snow wouldn’t ruin them-, all the money would be used to buy clothes for her. Her parents always called her their saviour. She was beautiful, almost black hair, eyes sweet and brown like honey, gold in the sun. High cheekbones and full lips. She was a stunning female and that meant they could wed her to a noble fae thus she was their saviour. Ever since she was a little girl, she was trained to be a good wife, her only skills were keeping the house clean, cooking and being gentle and obedient. What would she do now? She wasn’t trained for anything else. She smoothed her dress and turned her back when the guards carried her parent’s bodies away from the house. The females of her street entered her house, rugs in their hands and buckets filled with water and essential oils to clean and take care of the smell. She always helped everyone in need and now it was time for them to pay her back for her kindness.

She didn’t know how long she stayed outside, snowflakes landing on her face leaving a rosy shade as they melted. She was used to the cold, it was even comforting for her. When the females were done cleaning, she walked inside nodding her head at the looks of pity she received. Her house was spotless, not a hint of the brutal act that took place there a few hours ago. She noticed that someone had even baked a pie for her. Her mouth watered but as she approached the pie she only felt nauseous, how could she eat right now? She shook her head and sat on the couch staring at the snow outside from the window there.

The next morning found her in the same spot, her tears had dried. She stood up and walked to the kitchen. You need to eat; males prefer healthy females who can carry their heirs. Her mother’s words again. She stared at the cold pie and ignoring her nausea she took a bite. She finished her food and cleaned the kitchen. She had to get to the ball, that’s what her parents wanted. So, with a deep breath she walked to the bathing room and stripped her clothes, the water was cold but she didn’t mind, she was numb. When she was done, she walked into her room, the dress she bought was laying on her bed, probably one of the females found it where she dropped it and left it here. After getting dressed and pulling her hair in a high bun she stared her reflection in the small mirror of her room. She looked good, only her eyes were dull, but she was sure no one would notice, males didn’t care about those things as long as she had a smile plastered on her face.

It would take a few hours to get to the big house where the ball was held. Her cousin was waiting for her outside in her small carriage. She smoothed the dress and left the house not looking back. No one was standing back there waving goodbye and wishing her luck anymore. As she climbed into the carriage her cousin had a sad smile on her face, she ignored her and made herself comfortable. The ride was filled with silence and after a few hours they arrived. Y/n was staring the house in awe, it was a beautiful three-story building with a huge garden. They were in the middle of the forest, the snowy trees only making the scene more magical.

The inside of the house was just as magnificent, everything decorated with gold ornaments, the floor so shiny someone could think it was a mirror. Blending in wasn’t that hard for y/n after all she was trained to be anything a male would want, a glass of wine in her hand, a sweet smile on her face and….as she turned to walk around she was met with a hard body, spilling her wine on the male’s feet.

“Watch where you’re fucking going” he hissed. He looked the same age as her, blond hair, blue eyes but filled with spite.

“I’m so sorry” she stuttered.

“Clean the mess you created. Now.” He ordered and she quickly grabbed the nearest cloth she could find, kneeling in front of him to clean his shoes.

“What the hell are you doing” a female voice said from behind. Y/n turned around slowly. Relief filled her face when she noticed the blonde female staring at him and not her.

“Why do you care” he growled.

The female grabbed y/n hand and pulled her so she was standing.

“Next time I see you treating a woman like that it will be your last day on this world” she said in a calm voice that sent shivers down y/n’s spine. The male paled and hurried off to his friends.

“Girl what was that?” the blonde asked her wide eyed.

“I spilled my wine on him…. It was my fault” y/n muttered.

“He would get over it, just an apology was enough” she scoffed. “I’m Mor by the way”

“Y/n. And I just wanted to please him, he could be a nice husband”.

Mor blinked. A look of horror when she realized that y/n was one of the girls trained to be perfect wives. Kallias had informed her about those types of girls and how he was planning to stop it.

“Cauldron boil me, who trained you like that?”

“My parents” y/n replied, her bottom lip trembled. “They were murdered yesterday” she continued.

Mor stared at y/n, her heart filled with rage.

“Do you have anyone else?”

“No… but I’m trying to find a husband like my parents wanted me to.”

“Okay, you’re coming with me. I’m not leaving you here alone with all these brutes” Mor replied making y/n gasp.

“Where?” she asked bitting her bottom lip. She was nervous but her eyes flashed with excitement.

“To the night court” and with that Mor grabbed her hand and darkness swallowed them.

When the darkness disappeared, they fell into a big balcony.

“Sorry I forgot to tell you about the drop” Mor smiled apologetically.

“It’s okay” y/n replied and turned to see the view. A beautiful city laid beneath them, buildings crafted out of white marbles and townhouses with green copper roofs and white chimneys. A river that started from the top of the hills and ended in the sea. The city was full of light and noise, y/n didn’t think that a city could be this beautiful without snow. She kept staring not daring to blink in case she missed anything. Mesmerizing. The only word that came into her mind. Mor was grinning next to her, amused by the way the young female was frozen in her spot, her eyes wide and a small smile on her face.

“By the way, stop being so okay with everything” Y/n snapped her head to Mor caught off guard when the blonde spoke. “You were okay with leaving with a stranger, and also okay when said stranger dropped you on a balcony endangering your life since you weren’t ready” Mor continued.

“I’m just being polite” y/n responded frowning. The blonde female just shook her head and started walking. They were met with glass doors that led into a dining room where several faeries were sitting enjoying their food and wine. All eyes were on y/n in an instant.

Mor cleared her throat. “Hello everyone, I brought some company” Y/n immediately felt uncomfortable, everyone was dressed so casually and here she stood in a pink dress of tulle, the skirt floating around her like a tent.

“This is y/n” Mor spoke again, and the female straightened her posture not sure if anyone spoke in the meantime when she was lost in her thoughts.

“I’m Rhysand” one of the males spoke and Y/n almost choked on air.

“The high lord of the night court Rhysand?” her hands were shaking, and she now regretted the choice to follow Mor here. Everyone burst into laughter by her reaction.

Rhysand smiled “And this is my high lady Feyre, her sisters Nesta and Elain, Cassian the General and commander of my armies, Amren my second in command and Azriel my spymaster.”

Y/n’s eyes were frantic from one face to another but what finally caught her attention was the hazel eyes of the spymaster, she studied him, her eyes moving from his face to his wings and hands -scarred hands. He caught her and removed his hands from the table, her face burned in embarrassment, and she moved her gaze back to Rhysand who kept staring at her waiting for what she had to say.

“Uhm my name is y/n, I’m from the winter court” she stuttered.

Rhysand’s gaze turned to Mor who finally spoke again “She was raised to be a good wife and her parents were murdered yesterday so you can understand why I think she needs protection.” Azriel snorted and Nesta gave him a questioning look “That means she was raised like a princess the worst thing she ever did was washing a dish probably and she has no idea about the world outside her pink bubble” he explained. Nesta’s face hardened and y/n stared at her shoes. “And dear Mor decided to bring her here to protect her without asking anyone first” he continued and stood up abandoning his food as he disappeared into the hall.

“Please excuse Azriel” Feyre spoke “He has been through a lot, you are welcome to stay here as long as you wish for, let me show you the guest rooms”

“Thank you” she replied and followed Feyre. The last thing she heard was Mor reassuring Rhysand that she wasn’t a threat.

Now she entirely regretted following a stranger, but she knew that in order to survive in this world she needed to stay here even if Azriel and Nesta made her life a nightmare.

Just a thought I had yesterday. Do you think I should continue this story?

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honeyhotteoks · 2 years

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a little more love to give (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: fifth and final installment in the husbands series; it's been years, and you life with them has grown, you just don't expect your second baby to be a surprise. part one: room for three || part two: and if i stay || part three: their gift || part four: hold fast together

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // i'm back.... with the final installment of the husbands series. it's essentially all fluff and tender smut, definitely less hard than previous chapters but you know, they're parents now lol

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, married!yunhwa, established yunhwa x reader relationship, mmf, brief mention of trouble conceiving, pregnancy, discussion of early pregnancy symptoms like nausea, headaches, dizzy/fainting spells, nervous!yunhwa, some physical body descriptions relating to body change with pregnancy including weight/physicality, but on a fun note...... praise, degredation/humilitation, body worship, so much fucking oil, vaginal and anal fingering, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), cumshots, mention of sir kink but not used, lots of verbal instruction, lots of breast and nipple play, nipple clamps, light pain play, gratuitous use of good girl, sweet girl, pretty girl, etc., essentially if you don't want to read pregnant!reader sex, don't read this but honestly they're pretty in love and i thought it was cute - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, fluff, domestic / slice of life

word count: 11.4K

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special note - their daughter's name is dasom, which literally translates to love in korean. seonghwa calls her 'nae sarang' which also translates to 'my love'. i think after all the trouble they had getting pregnant, there's nothing else they would want to call her but love. i just thought that additional context might be nice for some readers. please enjoy, and thanks for sticking with this one. x

You’re tucked away in the dim light of your bedroom nursing a headache when you hear the front door of your apartment swing open. Checking your phone for the time, you wince at the bright light and press the lock button again quickly to dim the screen. You have unanswered messages and notifications, but you can’t even think about that with the way your head is aching, you’re just glad it’s not as bad as it was a few hours ago.

With a sigh you stay settled under the covers and opt to listen, your husbands getting home from their respective days downstairs.

“Oh,” You hear Seonghwa say first, “hey, Nari,”

Your best friend’s voice is bright and clear, echoing up the stairs and you know she’s in the entryway to greet them, “Hi, Seonghwa,” and then a beat later, “baby, look who’s home!” Her voice lilts up, playful and fun.

Your daughter makes a joyful, bubbly sound, “Appa!”

“Come here, nae sarang,” He’s hauling her up into a hug, you just know it.

You duck your head up out of the blankets to listen more closely despite the throb behind your temples.

“She’s getting so big,” Nari says.

“Mhm,” Yunho’s low voice murmurs, “a proper little princess now,”

Your daughter giggles, and you smile.

“Where’s y/n?” Seonghwa finally asks.

You had all but begged her to keep your secret, but Nari is a terrible liar and all she can do is stumble over her words, “She’s, well, you know her, she’s,”

“Nari?” Yunho asks, a laugh in his voice still.

“Princess,” Seonghwa coos to your baby girl, “where did your mommy run off to?”

There’s a long pause, and you can almost picture your baby’s teary face, round cheeks pink and wet with fat tears. It took so long to get her to stop crying in the first place. “Eomma,” she wails, and you grit your teeth.

“Oh, aegiya don’t do that,” Nari soothes, “it’s okay,”

“Shh,” Seonghwa croons, and you know he’s rocking her from side to side.

“What’s going on?” Seonghwa sounds confused.

“Ah. I just got her calmed down,” Nari sighs.

“E-Eomma!” She wails again and this time Yunho’s voice isn’t so casual.

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” He maintains a light tone for her, but you can hear the anxiety in it, “Where’s mommy?”

“She,” Nari starts to say. but your daughter’s bubbling wail cuts her off.

“Eomma f-fell down!” Another pointed sob.

“What?” Alarm is laced through Seonghwa’s voice, “Is she alright? Why didn’t someone call us?”

“She’s completely fine,” Nari assures, “she just called me to come watch Dasom after,”

“After what?” Yunho presses.

“Hush, baby, it’s okay,” Seonghwa croons, trying to even out your baby’s cries.

“Where is she?” Yunho asks insistently, trying to keep calm in front of Dasom.

“She’s not hurt, she didn’t even hit her head, she’s just,” Nari back tracks, “sorry, okay, she’s in your room,”

You hear jogging, footsteps hurrying up the steps, and Dasom wails again, Nari’s soothing tone humming as she takes your daughter back in her arms.

The door pushes open wide, Yunho’s eyes searching and nervous, “Hey,”

“Hey,” You murmur, groaning a little at the harsh hallway light, “oh, please shut the door, the light,”

Seonghwa pushes the door shut as Yunho crosses the room, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking you over, “What’s going on?”

“I’m okay, don’t worry,” You reach for his hand and give him a squeeze, “Dasom just got scared because I’m not feeling well, and I asked Nari to come over so I could get some rest,”

Seonghwa eases onto the opposite side of the bed, scooting over until he’s sitting up against the headboard by your side, “she said you fell? Fell how?

You sigh into your pillow, “I was making her lunch, and I got dizzy,”

Yunho’s eyes flick to his husband’s, then back to yours, “Okay,”

You know they’ll panic when you say it but they’ll find out no matter what, “I fainted, which I think just seemed scary to Dasom,”

“Did you hit your head?” Yunho reaches for you, fingertips soft on your jaw, “Should we go to the hospital?”

You shake your head, “No, no, I caught myself fine,”

“I still think a doctor,” Seonghwa sounds nervous, “you fainted out of nowhere? I saw you eat this morning,”

Your mind flicks back to when you threw it all up in the hallway bathroom while Dasom was down for her nap, how you pulled yourself up and rallied to make her a little lunch and then found yourself stumbling in the kitchen, your daughter’s nervous voice in your ear.

“I don’t need a doctor,” You assure him, “I just need a little rest,”

“Come here,” Yunho slides closer and lays his hand across your forehead, “you don’t feel warm,”

“It’s not a fever,” You murmur, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his palm before letting him pull away.

“If you felt bad enough that you needed to call Nari,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “that you couldn’t keep an eye on Dasom, I think it’s serious enough that we should see a doctor, jagiya,”

You wanted to tell them later, to confirm things with a blood test first, to make sure everything was going well before you announced the news, but you suppose there are enough signs that you’re sure. Little things you had been brushing off for weeks, not to mention the positive test from the pharmacy. The same exact symptoms that you had with Dasom, down to the sudden migraines.

“It’s okay,” You take his hand, “I promise. It was scary for Dasom, but she’s three,”

“Then why did you call Nari?” Yunho presses, “You should have called us, I could have come home early,”

You’re hardly ever sick, and you forgot how fussy they get anytime you so much as sneeze.

Your head throbs again and you sigh. You had wanted to make it special, to make it more romantic than this, but there’s no keeping it from them now. You shake your head, “I called Nari so she could watch Dasom while I rested, and so she could pick me up a pregnancy test on her way,”

Yunho’s face goes slack, “A what?”

“I’ve been getting sick again,” You push yourself up in the bed to sit against the soft headboard, “everyday at lunchtime just like before. I didn’t think anything of it, of any of the signs because we haven’t been trying,”

“You’re kidding,” Yunho leans away, glancing between you and Seonghwa, “you… why didn’t you tell us you were sick?”

You open your mouth to explain, to find something to say, but Seonghwa finally speaks up.

“You’re pregnant?” He stammers, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sick everyday, dizzy, my headaches are back, I’ve been crying at fucking everything,” Your eyes sting at the thought, “I’m so late, I didn’t even realize it, we’ve been busy… but I’m so, so late,”

“Oh my god,” Yunho’s face lights up, and he presses a hand over his mouth.

“There’s a positive test in the trash,” You nod towards the bathroom, “I was going to go to the doctor tomorrow, confirm everything with a blood test and then tell you… so much better than this, but, yeah, yes, I’m pregnant,”

“Jagi,” Seonghwa breathes, and you realize now his eyes are full of unshed tears.

Yunho tugs you into his arms and you start with a squeak. His arms wrap around you, his face ducked into your neck, and he takes a watery breath, “I can’t believe it,”

“I don’t know when it happened,” You lean your cheek on his chest, “but if my symptoms are lining up on the same timeline as Dasom, I’m at least twelve weeks,”

“The lake trip,” Seonghwa says after a moment, and you flip back in your mental calendar to three, almost four months ago when Yunho’s parents had taken care of Dasom for a long weekend and the three of you slipped away for a much needed vacation together.

Yunho nods into your neck, his hand coasting up and down your back.

He’s not letting you go, and Seonghwa hasn’t said anything more, and your stomach flips. “This is good news, isn’t it? I mean, I know we haven’t talked about it recently, but it’s,”

Yunho laughs sharply, pulling away and cupping your cheeks, “Of course it is,” His cheeks are wet, eyes sparkling, and he surges forwards to kiss you, his breath shaky on your lips.

“Oh, thank god,” You mumble against his mouth.

A light knock on the door catches your attention and you hear the door squeak open, “Hey, y/n,”

Yunho pulls away, but he can’t quite pull his eyes away from you as you lean past him, “Yeah?”

“Dasom’s getting a little ancy,” She murmurs, “how about I take her tonight? A little sleepover with her auntie to give you three some time?”

You exhale and nod immediately, “You - Nari, that would be such a help,”

“Did you,” She looks at you pointedly and gestures between the two men on either side of you.

“Yeah,” You can’t stop the grin on your face.

Yunho wipes away the tears threatening to spill over and pushes himself off the edge of the bed, “Let me help you get her things together, is she still crying?”

“No,” Nari shakes her head, “she’s upset, but I got her to calm down for now,”

“I’ll talk to her,” He squeezes your hand and takes a steadying breath, trying to calm down his sudden swell of emotion.

“Don’t tell her yet,” You interject, “please,”

“No,” He agrees, “not yet,”

“Congratulations,” Nari says quietly, “all of you,”

Yunho grins wide, nodding and Seonghwa murmurs a quiet thank you. You’ll have to do something nice for Nari, something special for taking care of Dasom today and giving you time with your husbands tonight.

You had always talked about having more children, but the timing was never quite right. Dasom alone was a handful, plus the demands of all of your jobs growing stronger. It just became something you might do soon, but not now. Always not now.

You watch Yunho take a deep breath before he follows Nari back downstairs to tend to your daughter, and then you’re alone again with Seonghwa.

“Hey,” You murmur, shifting to meet his eyes.

“Hi, darling,” He smiles warmly, eyes still shining.

“How are you?” You gently prod his thigh.

“I can barely believe it,” He admits, “but darling, you know me, I’ve always wanted another baby,”

“You’re happy?”

“So happy,” He reaches for you, shuffling closer on the bed until you’re pressed together, forehead to forehead, “I love you,”

Tears bubble up again in your eyes and you nod against him, “I love you too, Hwa,”

“I love our little life together,” He murmurs softly, “every second,”

Your breath hitches a little, and you let your eyes slip closed, breathing together in time with him in the center of your bed. A light commotion downstairs breaks you both apart and you grin, “We should get up,”

“You should be resting,” He shakes his head, “how’s your headache?” His fingertips smooth along your hairline as he looks you over.

“Better than before, but still,” You sigh, “you remember what they were like,”

“I do,” He gives you a soft, sympathetic smile, “which is why I’m saying go back to bed,”

“I will when Dasom leaves,” You lean forward and kiss him gently, “but I don’t want her to be scared tonight, I should let her see me before she leaves,”

There’s no argument there, so Seonghwa takes a deep breath and climbs out of the bed to offer you a hand, “I’ll go with you.”

“Let me clean up second,” You blink hard when you get to your feet, the equilibrium of the room and the light from the hall a little jarring still, but you are feeling better than before, so you smooth your hair back and turn towards your vanity. You don’t bother to try and look completely normal, Dasom’s smart enough to see right through that, but you still run a brush through your hair and try to perk up just a bit to avoid looking dead on your feet.

Seonghwa stands behind you, watching in the mirror with a smile on his face.

“What?” You smile back at him, the joy in the room infectious now.

“You’re a beautiful mother,” He says softly, “and I love you,”

Pink tinges your cheeks at his words and your eyes flick down, “I love you too,”

“My pretty wife,” He wraps his arms around you again, nuzzling your cheek and peppering soft kisses across your cheek.

“Oh, stop,” You twist to kiss his soft lips, “come on, let’s go down,”

“Mmhm,” He kisses you again before he lets you go and leads the way out of their bedroom and towards the stairs.

As you enter into the light you wince a little, but it’s not so harsh that you can’t manage.

He lays a hand on your lower back and moves to see your face, “Is it too much?”

“Not yet,” You assure him, “I’ll be fine for a few minutes,”

The voices downstairs start to shift, and you realize that Yunho is walking back towards the foyer at the bottom of the steps by the front door.

“People cry for happy things too, baby,” Yunho murmurs, and from the top of the stairs you watch him walking back and forth with Dasom in his arms, her tiny face pressed into his chest.

She says something to him you can’t quite hear, muffled into his shirt.

He smiles, rubbing her back, “I can’t tell you yet,”

Her head pops up, and she rubs at her face with her little hand, “Why not?”

“Mm,” Yunho narrows his eyes at her playfully, “because it’s a surprise,”

Seonghwa wraps his arms around you from behind, listening with you.

“I want a surprise,” She nods and Nari’s laugh echoes from the next room.

“I know,” Yunho shrugs, keeping the energy light so she relaxes more, “but I promise when you come home from Nari’s we’ll have the surprise ready,”

She sighs, and Seonghwa chuckles behind you.

“Are you ready, baby?” Nari holds up Dasom’s coat and little backpack.

“Can we watch Ariel?” Dasom perks up, scrambling to get out of Yunho’s arms.

“Mhm,” Nari drops down to her height to help her put the coat on, “but I don’t remember all the words to the songs, so you’ll have to teach me,”

“I know all the words,” She says and you watch Yunho’s face light up.

Seonghwa squeezes you, “I want to see her before she leaves,”

“Me too,” You brush off your cheeks, and despite your headache you get yourself together enough to go downstairs, “do I look like I’ve been crying?”

“Not too bad,” Seonghwa assures you, “me?”

You shake your head, “Only a little,”

“Yunho’s the crier anyways,” Seonghwa grins, and then starts down the steps.

You follow him, and at the first creak of the stairs, Yunho looks up and Dasom whips right around, “Eomma!”

“Hey,” You smile, “I heard you’re having a sleepover,”

Yunho’s watching you like a hawk, his body tense like you might faint again at any moment but you give him an easy smile and shake your head a little. Seonghwa’s hand presses into the center of your back, and the minute you hit the landing, your daughter collides with your legs.

“Hey, hey,” You smooth back her hair, “what’s this?”

“Are you sick?” She mumbles into your leggings.

You share a quick smile with your husbands, and then reach down for her. When you hoist her up, both of them take a sudden step towards you, Seonghwa’s hands around Dasom’s waist to help lift her and take any weight off, but you settle her on your hip anyways.

“I’m not sick,” You assure her, “you know how mommy gets headaches sometimes?”

She nods.

“Just a headache,” You smile, “I’m sorry I made you worry, baby,”

“It’s okay,” Her words run together, and then she twists in your arms to find Yunho, “Appa has a surprise,”

“Oh, he does, does he?” You smile, her attention back on you, and when you look up Yunho’s holding up his hands and mouthing an apology.

“I want it now,” She kicks her little legs and you smile.

“Mm,” You consider her words, and she watches your face carefully as you pretend to think, “I don’t know, my love, patience is important.”

She frowns, and at the first quiver of her bottom lip you shake your head, she stills.

“The surprise isn’t ready yet,” You tell her honestly, “but when you get home, it will be. So if you can be a big girl, and be very patient, your present will be here when you get home from your sleepover,”

“But,” She starts, but Seonghwa is quick to intervene.

“Dasom,” He says, voice soft but just a little more firm than before, “mommy’s not feeling very well, don’t argue, please.”

Her mouth snaps shut, and she still looks sad, but she nods. Every day you feel her growing up in your arms and learning little by little and your heart clenches. A sudden image of her teaching your new baby flickers through your mind and you feel overwhelmingly tender, soft like you might cry.

Seonghwa picks up on the change immediately, “Come here, nae sarang,”

She’s out of your arms and held in his a moment later. Yunho’s wide palm smooths up and down your back and you take a steadying breath.

“Can you put your jacket on for auntie, please?” Seonghwa asks, turning her away from you and nuzzling her with his nose, pressing a kiss to her soft cheek.

“Yep,” She says as she drops to the floor and stretches her arms up and wide for Nari to slide her arms through the sleeves of the puffy coat.

“God, she’s cute,” You murmur under your breath and Yunho chuckles at your side.

“Let’s go, babe,” Nari zips her up and grabs her backpack from the floor.

Yunho steps forward and snags it, “I’ll walk you down,”

“Thanks,” Nari nods, patting Dasom’s back.

Dasom says goodbye to you over her shoulder, focused on whatever Yunho’s saying to her, the stress of the day forgotten now that she’s seen you up and walking around. Yunho keeps her attention with ease and her little hand locks on Nari’s. You watch her go and despite your headache, your heart aches worse.

“Alright,” Seonghwa murmurs as soon as they’re out of sight, “back to bed,”

“Yes, please,” You admit, sighing and leaning against his chest.

“I’ll come with you,” He kisses your hair.

“It’s early,”

“So, I’ll stay until you fall asleep,” He pushes you gently towards the stairs, “just relax and let me take care of you,”

It’s easy to do, you’ve been letting him care for you for years. He takes you to bed and helps you slip into sleep. By the time Yunho gets back upstairs you’re out like a light and the two of them are left to marvel in the news by themselves.

It’s hours and hours before your headache breaks and you wake to the warm feeling of your husbands bodies pressed close to you. Someone’s arm is wrapped around your middle, someone’s thigh pressed between yours, lips on your shoulder, a hand on your backside, feet tangled together under the comforter. Morning light bleeds into the room, pale yellow and warm, one of the first times you’ve woken up by your own internal clock in what feels like months.

You’re pressed into Seonghwa’s chest, and you kiss his bare skin softly, eliciting a contented sigh from his lips. His hand slips down from its place on the small of your back and under the waistband of your sleep pants, coasting over your skin and squeezing you in all the right places.

“Mm, Hwa,” You pull him closer.

“How’s your head?” He asks softly, checking before he takes his hand any further.

“Better,” You nod, your lips traveling up his throat, “come kiss me,”

Yunho rolls closer behind you, groaning as he wakes, the familiar feeling of his morning hardness connecting with your thigh. “We haven’t slept in,” He sighs, “in so long,”

“It’s seven-thirty,” You laugh against Seonghwa’s lips.

“Exactly,” Yunho tugs you both closer, “our six am human alarm isn’t jumping on us,”

“Oh, you miss her,” Seonghwa laughs, “I know you do,”

“So much,” He smiles against your shoulder.

“Well,” You murmur, pressing your hips back into Yunho’s to feel him just a little closer, “I think our sleep is about to get worse, not better in the next few months,”

“True,” Seonghwa shifts down in the bed to kiss you properly, his fingers tangling with Yunho’s above your head.

“Mm, but I think,” Yunho reaches around and smooths his hand over your stomach, and then stills completely.

“What?” You mumble, shifting back from Seonghwa’s lips and looking over your shoulder to try and find your other husband’s eyes.

“You’re already showing,” His hand moves across you again, this time from top to bottom of your belly to trace the soft swell, “how did we not notice?”

“It’s not that much,” You shake your head, but Seonghwa is already sliding his hand out of your sleep pants to curl around your front and feel for himself.

“Yes, it is,” Seonghwa grins, backing up to look down at you, “oh my god,”

“Come here,” Yunho tugs you back onto your back gently and Seonghwa pushes the comforter down until it’s settled low around all of your hips.

“Look,” Seonghwa slides your sleepshirt up until it’s tucked just under your breasts and he smooths a hand across your belly, “that’s a bump,”

Shifting in the covers you look down at yourself, “You’re right,” you murmur softly, eyes still studying yourself.

It’s still small, not the pronounced curve of a clearly pregnant person’s body, but they know you and every inch of your skin well, and to them it’s plain as day. Your body has been so different since Dasom, softer in so many ways and even to you this little change is easy to miss until you’re really looking. To anyone else the subtle swell would be nothing, but to you it’s everything. To them, it’s your words made real.

“Look, look,” Yunho grins, sliding his hand down your side until he cups under your stomach, his hand clearly folding into the slightest curve at the change in your body, “you really are pregnant,”

“Yeah,” Your voice is small.

Yunho moves low in the sheets suddenly, pressing his lips to your stomach and smiling, “Hi, baby,”

You stroke his hair softly, “You’re so cute,”

“We’ve missed months,” Yunho says without looking back up, stroking your skin again, “we started talking to Dasom when she was the size of a pea, we’ll have to catch up with this little one,”

“God, I really do love you both,” You sigh.

“Mhm,” Yunho kisses your stomach again, “and we love you, and this new bean,”

You could cry, you really could.

“Boy or girl?” Seonghwa murmurs, propping his head up on one hand.

“Sister or brother, is the real question,” You offer, “Dasom would lose her little mind if it’s a girl,”

“Should we find out early?” Yunho asks, pulling his attention away from your stomach and looking up at you both.

With Dasom you did, you were all being too cautious and careful about the pregnancy since it had taken so long to get there that you had every health screening and pregnancy checkup known to man, so the mystery of your baby’s sex wasn’t easy to keep when you went through as many ultrasounds and doctors visits as you did.

“Maybe,” Seonghwa says, “it might be nice to know early to help prepare Dasom, they always say it’s hard for kids to adjust from only child to older sibling. Maybe if she knows sister or brother she can start to think about it early,”

You nod, chewing your lip and absent mindedly running your fingers through Yunho’s dark hair.

“She could help us decorate,” Yunho offers, “it might help keep her involved so it’s an exciting thing, not a scary thing,”

“It’s a good idea,” You agree, “but let me get a check-up first,”

“Sure,” He says, “but it’s still nice to plan for, she’s going to be so excited,”

“I hope so,”

Seonghwa snuggles into your one side, kissing you warmly and wrapping an arm around your middle, “How are you feeling so far today?”

“Normal, I think?” You smile.

“Yeah?” Seonghwa brushes your hair back, “Nausea? Headache?”

You shake your head softly and then take a moment to feel your body, taking stock of all the little things. You stretch against the mattress, arching your back a little to shift out of your sleeping position, and find yourself in a deep yawn.

Yunho’s hand smooths over your stomach as you stretch long, his fingers spread wide and grin across his face, “I really can’t believe it, I thought we’d have to try again,”

“Me too,” You admit, threading your fingers with his.

“Last time was…” Yunho trails off, and he doesn’t have to say it, you all remember.

“Let’s not think about it,” Seonghwa surprises you, reaching across to brush Yunho’s cheek, “let’s just be happy about this little one,”

Yunho swallows and clears his throat, pushing away whatever momentary emotion had flooded up inside him. It was hard for all of you, and when Dasom finally came all of those hard, bad things were easy to forget, at least for a little while.

“There’s a lot to be happy for,” You smile, pushing past those memories and focusing on the present, “for one… we’re alone,”

“That is a very good point,” Seonghwa kisses your head.

“Alone for a while,” You add, “hours, even,”

“Oh, you are feeling better,” Yunho laughs, dropping a kiss to your belly and sighing warmly against your skin.

“We’ve been so busy,” You relax between them, letting your shirt ride up a little, “don’t you miss me?”

“Don’t even joke,” Seonghwa huffs, picking up on your queues with ease and slipping the shirt up and off your head.

Yunho pulls the tie of your sleep pants open with one firm tug and slides them off in a hurry.

They crowd you on either side, lips dropping on your skin and hands smoothing over you until Seonghwa stills, cupping the beginnings of your bump and Yunho falls still beside him.

“What?” You reach for Seonghwa, trying to tug him back down to your mouth.

“Nothing,” He shakes his head, “I just keep remembering that you're pregnant again.” He smooths his hand down further, looking for your thigh.

“Mm,” You stretch, letting Seonghwa shift your leg open wide, “does this mean you’re both going to start fussing over me again?”

“Who’s fussing?” Yunho smirks, easing down the bed and pressing kisses across your belly until he’s settled between your open thighs.

“You,” You smile, “treating me like glass,”

“To be fair,” Seonghwa’s lips travel across your shoulder, teeth nipping at your collarbones, “we were all nervous last time,”

“And now?” You sigh.

“I think we know how to take care of you,” Seonghwa chuckles.

Yunho’s hands coast up and down your thighs, “And there’s nothing wrong with being gentle,”

You start to smile, but your breath catches in your throat as he runs the back of his knuckle down your slit, the fabric of your panties tickling your sensitive nub.

“Taking it slow,” Seonghwa offers, his mouth dancing closer to your nipple but conveniently never touching.

“I like slow,” You breathe, letting your eyes fall closed.

“Mm,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “no,”

Yunho chuckles.

“You like hard,” Seonghwa nips at your breast with his teeth, “and fast,”

Your breath thins as you feel your body start to respond.

“And rough,” Seonghwa adds, the pad of his thumb pressing down over your nipple, “and sometimes mean,”

“Fuck,” You hiss as he flicks your nipple hard before pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Slow,” Seonghwa adds, “just makes you whine and beg for hard and fast,”

“So?” Your hand on his back tightens.

“Sometimes we want just want to take our time darling,” Seonghwa’s tongue finally, finally flicks across your other nipple, “especially when we know how sensitive you must be,”

Yunho presses a kiss to your clit through your panties, sighing through the fabric, “Are you sore, sweetheart? Aching?”

“Does this hurt?” Seonghwa cups your breast, kneading it with a little more pressure than before and you gasp.

“N-no,” You breathe.

“Do you want it to?” Seonghwa squeezes you again.

Your hips buck softly, pressing your cunt harder against Yunho’s face and he smiles, flicking the firm muscle of his tongue over your clit, dragging the cotton fabric across it enough that you rock your hips again.

“This is too slow,” You let your head fall back against the bed, “and you know it,”

Seonghwa lifts his head, kissing your lips before brushing his fingers along your jaw, “Just for now,” he murmurs.

“Okay,” You crane your neck up to kiss him back, “but you remember what things were like with Dasom, you won’t hurt us,”

Seonghwa smiles, and Yunho lifts his mouth away to slip his fingers under the edges of your panties and drag them down your thighs. “Us,” Yunho repeats, his voice content and soft.

“I have an idea,” Seonghwa sighs, “how about you lie back and trust me, jagi,”

“You know I do,” You didn’t mean to upset him, and of course there’s nothing wrong with him taking his time, but you’ve been gifted with time alone and you really, really want to use it.

“Just hush,” He shakes his head, “close your eyes.”

You snap them closed immediately, “Yes, sir,”

“Mm,” Seonghwa makes a soft, negative noise as he shifts off the bed, “not today, okay? Just be with us,”

You nod, feeling Yunho’s hands slide up over your hips to warmly ground you.

The sound of a drawer opening perks you up though and you lift your head to try and hear better.

“Baby,” Seonghwa says to Yunho, “how’s this?”

“Perfect,” Yunho agrees, and you feel him shift on the mattress, his hands leaving your hips, “and get me the - yes, those,”

“What are you two doing?” You finally ask, desperately eager and wanting to open your eyes.

“My darling,” Seonghwa says, “we’re going to show you how much we love you,”

“For as long as you can take,” Yunho adds, “as fast or slow as we want.”

Your body melts into the mattress, you know that tone of voice. You love that tone of voice.

“Tell us if something doesn’t feel good,” Seonghwa’s voice is back at your side.

“I will,” You promise, and you can’t help the smile on your face.

“Alright beautiful,” Seonghwa kneels by your side, “lift up, eyes stay closed.”

Yunho’s hand on your hip clarifies your other husband's words and you press up to lift your hips high. They’re prepping something, communicating silently with each other, and it leaves you wanting. You’re a second away from pleading with them to tell you their plans.

“There we go,” Yunho says, “you can relax,”

When you ease back down the sensation under you is different, a soft towel underneath your hips and you’re about to open your mouth and try to guess their plan, but your husbands push your thighs open wide and something warm and wet and slippery drips over your bare mound.

You sigh out a soft moan as the warming oil slides down between your thighs, and then you feel it again. Warm oil spreads again, this time across your belly and breasts and you suddenly realize what they mean to do to you. It’s not often that you have the time for this kind of foreplay anymore, let alone the patience for it. Seonghwa isn’t necessarily wrong either, you love them when they’re bossy and firm and taunting, so room for this kind of slow worship is narrow. Except something about Yunho’s thumb gliding the oil down over your cunt is making you dizzy, so you let them give you what they want.

“You’re beautiful,” Seonghwa murmurs into your ear as he smooths the oil up your chest and spreads it across your skin, “always, jagiya, but something about this,”

“Mhm,” Yunho hums, his fingers slowly massaging your skin, close to your slit but never parting your folds, “so perfect,”

“Please touch me,” Your voice is breathy, “please,”

“We are touching you,” Yunho says and you can hear the teasing smile in his voice.

“You know what I think?” Seonghwa sighs, sliding his hand over your breast again and massaging.

“Tell me,” You arch into his touch, opening your legs wider for Yunho.

“I think,” He squeezes your nipple a little harder than before, “we clearly haven’t been taking care of our darling properly if we didn’t even notice this.” He massages the oil down your chest over the soft, small swell of your stomach.

You twitch beneath him, breath quickening.

“We need to make it up to you, my love,” Yunho’s voice is low, husky as he stays focused on his task. Every warm rub of his fingers anywhere near your dripping slit has your hips jerking.

“Oh, god,” You sigh.

“Mm,” Seonghwa massages your chest again, “I think these are fuller, we missed that too, love,”

“Oh,” You moan sharply as he pinches your nipples again.

“You’re being so patient, sweetheart,” Yunho murmurs, the tips of his two fingers dipping inside you for just a moment.

“G-God, do that again,” You press your body forward, begging for just a little more.

“Yunho,” Seonghwa says, his voice firm, “hands off,”

Suddenly no one’s touching you, and you’re a breath away from screaming. Your body’s pulsating with need, not just the extended, slow foreplay bringing you up but the sheer amount of hormones coursing through your body that make you want to come so hard you hear colors.

Still, you know better than to open your eyes.

Seonghwa descends over you with ease, his mouth hot at your ear, and his words have you arching in the sheets. With a nip at your soft earlobe he says low, “Can we play with you, baby?”

All you can manage is a stammering yes.

“Let us play with your pretty body, baby,” He kisses your throat and a warm hand fully cups your sex.

“A-anything, anything,” You’re almost embarrassed by how much of a puddle you already are, but it was exactly the same last time you were pregnant and you’re sure they’re loving every second.

“Good, good girl,” Seonghwa murmurs, his voice tender, “I love you so much,”

Blush floods your cheeks and you feel warm pinpricks behind your eyes, “I love you too, Hwa,”

He kisses your cheek, your jaw, your throat, and then pulls back slightly before you feel the bed move, “Would you like clamps, or are you too sensitive?”

Your eyes fly open and you immediately see Seonghwa above you, in his hand a familiar silver chain. You nod immediately, “Yes please,”

“Are you sure?” He smiles, a little teasing as he palms one of your breasts and starts to lovingly tweak your nipple into a hardened peak.

Warm pleasure sparks through you at his ministrations and you whimper, “Yes,”

He preps you easily, making sure you’re ready to take the clamps and your skin there is dry enough that they won’t slide off. Your eyes flick to Yunho who watches with rapt attention, his lips parting as Seonghwa secures one nipple clamp and then the other.

“How’s that?” Seonghwa checks as he sets the second one.

You’ve been sensitive lately, he’s certainly not wrong about that. Your breasts aching with the changes of your body, and you’ve been hyper aware of anything brushing along your nipples at all, let alone the sensation of a clamp, and if you're being honest it hurts. You hiss sharply as he releases the pressure of his hand and lets the clamp close, and he doesn’t rush to remove it but his eyes flick to yours.

The initial pain fades to a kind of numbing warmth and you exhale slow and steady, “I’m okay, it feels good,”

“And this?” He draws the chain tighter in his hand, just enough that the clamp pulls at your nipple.

A shock of pleasure runs through your breast down your back, “Oh fuck, Hwa,”

“Good,” He smiles, dropping the chain on your chest, “sit up a minute, would you?”

“Sure,” You push yourself up and Yunho takes your hand to draw you up into a seated position on the towels. Seonghwa spreads another towel down behind you before shucking off his boxers and sliding behind you. As he situates, you realize what’s on the bed next to you. Next to the bottle of warming oil are two vibrators and a dildo. Yunho smiles as he sees your expression.

“Come here,” Seonghwa says from behind you as he scoots closer, one leg on either side of you now, “lay back,”

Yunho eases you back down onto your husband’s bare chest, “Comfortable?”

“Mhm,” You assure him, “but I know you’re planning something, I know that look,”

Yunho laughs and shakes his head, “If spending the morning making my wife come is planning something, then sure,”

Your muscles clench around nothing at his words and you can’t help but wet your lips.

“Now,” Yunho smiles, “just relax for us,”

You nod, and Seonghwa pushes your hair back as you lay on his chest. His hands settle on your slick skin, massaging the oil into every part of you that he can touch, his hands never quite coming back to touch the clamps or their chain. With a sigh, you let your muscles relax fully and your legs fall open and slack against Seonghwa’s thighs.

Yunho pushes off his knees and settles down next to you, sitting almost hip to hip with you, before uncapping the bottle of oil and pouring a little more out in his hand.

You exhale low and slow, “Should I close my eyes?”

Yunho glances back at you, “Do you want to?”

“Do you want me to?” You clarify.

He shakes his head, “We want what you want,”

You swallow hard, your body lighting up at just the sight of his hands glistening and ready to please you, “I want to watch,”

“Good girl,” Seonghwa chuckles, nipping at your ear and pressing kisses anywhere he can.

“Now, please,” You sigh, widening your legs a little more, “Yunho, please,”

“Shush,” He shakes his head, and you’re about to protest, but then he’s touching you and your mind is singing.

Yunho slides his hand down and parts your slick folds with ease, his middle finger teasing your entrance repeatedly until he sinks it inside. You moan, tilting your hips up a little more.

Seonghwa hums behind you as he watches, his cock stiff and aching behind you, but it hardly matters because right now their attention is laser focused on you and you alone. One of his hands travels up to cup your breast and slowly he starts kneading your soft flesh.

“You’re so wet,” Yunho murmurs, almost to himself as he starts to rock his hand in a slow massaging rhythm, dragging his fingers down and back up your swelling clit before dipping inside you each and every time, “and tighter,”

The feeling of his hand is already too much, applying perfect pressure and speed to knot your body up with need but never push you anywhere close to the edge of anything. He’s taking his sweet time, savoring you and your body, and you’d be embarrassed by the intensity and intimacy if it were anyone in the world but them.

Seonghwa’s plush lips start to work over your throat, sucking at your pulse points and placing tender bites along the column of your neck. Your breath is thinner, thready and you can’t help the little whimper that bubbles out of you.

Your eyes almost flutter shut, but Yunho’s other hand dips under your raised thigh and he glances back at you with warm eyes.

“W-what,” You start to ask what that face is for, what he means to do, why he won’t speed up, but then his fingers press down on the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks and your voice cuts off in a tight moan.

“Does it feel that good, baby?” Yunho presses his fingers inside, pumping them slow and deep.

“Yun,” You moan, “more,”

For the first time all morning, he listens.

Yunho slides one hand to your clit, setting a firm pace of massaging circles while his other steadily pumps two fingers in and out of your ass, curled in just the right way to apply pressure where you need it while the slick pad of his middle finger stimulates your aching bud.

“Oh, baby,” Seonghwa smiles against your throat, “is he making you feel good?”

You nod, your face crinkling up as the edge of your orgasm starts to curl up and over you.

“Tell us how good,” Seonghwa directs, and his hand slides down your sternum and takes the chain.

“I’m,” Your breath catches and you roll your hips, “it feels so, so good,”

“Good enough to come?” Seonghwa pulls the chain and you arch with it, the pull of the clamps against your prone nipples combined with the steady pulse of hands inside you making you keen.

“Yes, fuck,” You choke.

Yunho chuckles and his hand speeds up.

“God, oh god,” You pant.

Seonghwa massages your body with his free hand, deft fingers pressing in all the right ways over the soft, plush curves of your sides, your stomach, your thighs. His opposite hand pulls the chain with the slightest bit more force.

You cry out, voice dying in your throat and your eyes clamp shut, body arching up in their hands.

“Color, darling,” Seonghwa asks quickly, “you alright?”

“Green,” You shake your head, “don’t you dare fucking stop,”

“Come,” Yunho commands, doubling his efforts on your clit, “I know you need it,”

“F-fuck,” Your body flushes with heat, slick wetness everywhere, and you can’t really get purchase on anything, but you try, your oiled hands gripping Yunho’s back and Seonghwa’s thigh.

“Come on,” He bids again, “let go,”

Seonghwa tugs the clamps again and your vision whites, your legs snapping shut and body curling as you crack open, nothing but a stuttering mess of moans and shivering limbs.

“No,” Yunho wrenches your legs back open, “I’m not done with you,”

Your mind doesn’t make sense of it until you feel the silicone nub of the suction vibrator. He works quickly, locating your clit with ease and closing the mouth of the toy over it before clicking it on. The sensation is immediate and it takes both of them holding your legs open wide to keep you from closing down on yourself and riding out the sensation.

“Good, baby, yes,” Seonghwa’s fingers are tight on your skin, “what a fucking mess you are,”

It takes all but thirty seconds of the sucking toy and Yunho’s fingers working your ass open for the familiar tight bubble to build again, only this time the pressure is all encompassing and you only have a second of conscious thought before the sound that leaves your lips is desperate and feral.

“I’m gonna fucking come,” You scramble in Seonghwa’s arms and he tugs the clamps again, “I’m- I’m gonna,”

Yunho rocks the toy, circling with the suction, and you swear you lose time.

You come so impossibly hard you think you just might bring back your migraine, but it would be worth it for this. Clear fluid pulses out of you as you release and Yunho’s saying something encouraging as he coaxes you to come more with his fingers moving fast across your slick folds, but you can’t hear him.

When your body starts to pull away from him and your moans turn to little overstimulated sobs, he pulls back and clicks off the toy, and drops low to press hungry kisses across your skin. He sighs against your inner thighs, nips at your soft belly, and can’t help himself when he takes a long, slow lap of your cunt.

“I need you right now,” He confesses, “H-Hwa move,”

“Slow down,” Seonghwa tries to bring him back down to earth, “take a breath,”

Yunho’s hands tighten on your thighs.

“Seonghwa,” You shake your head, “please,”

“Alright,” He murmurs, dropping the chain, “I got you.”

He slides out from behind you, and then Yunho’s above you, wasting no time at all. He finds your entrance with ease, rocking his hips slowly until his cockhead catches inside you, and then with a slow press forward of his hips he fully seats himself inside.

The stretch is delicious, dizzying and deep, and you moan, biting down on his shoulder.

“Am-am I hurting you?” He asks, breathless.

You shake your head, “No, you feel so perfect,”

He drops his head against yours and sighs into your hair, “God, you’re so tight, I can’t,”

Your muscles clench around him, pulsing wet and warm around his cock and he chokes, his hips dropping lower.

“Jesus, fuck,” He breathes low through his nose, “I’m trying really hard not to fuck the life out of you,”

“Mm,” You rock yourself up against his pelvis, “why don’t you,”

“Because,” He shifts back enough that he can see your face, “I said slow,”

He draws his hips back, dragging his hot length almost all the way out of your channel, before pushing in again just as torturously slowly. You moan, hard and arch in his hands, “Again, please, again,”

He does, just as slowly. He repeats himself, and then his eyes flick over your body, softening at the sight of you below him. Yunho sighs, dropping over you so that your bodies are flush together, still careful to keep the bulk of his weight off you. His mouth closes on yours, tongue dipping into your mouth, sharing one single warm breath between you as he starts to roll his hips. You taste yourself on his skin, the sharpness heady and hot between you.

You moan against his mouth, your skin slick with sweat and oil. He cups your cheek, drags his hand down your side, slipping a little and his head bumps softly against yours. You grin against his mouth and he laughs and suddenly you realize, this is your life. Held beautifully between these two men who love you like no one else has ever loved you, their child inside you, not a single second of it a dream.

Your breath hitches softly and you can’t stop staring up at him grinning.

“What?” He asks softly, studying your face.

You kiss him soft, “I love you,”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” He breathes, “so much, I can’t… I don’t even know how to say how much,”

“Show me then,” You cup his cheek, drawing him closer, “please,”

He slides his hands up the back of your arms, drawing them above you, “Hwa,”

Seonghwa catches your wrists with ease, holding them to the mattress as he moves closer to watch you both and have his hands on you. Yunho turns his head and kisses his shoulder, the closest part of Seonghwa’s skin he can reach, before snaking his way down your chest.

“Use me,” He cups your hip, drawing you tight to his body, “I don’t want to hurt you,”

“You won’t,” You assure him, threading your fingers into his hair.

He shakes his head, “Use me anyways,” he says, bearing down his hips so that your clit is pressed up hard against his pubic bone, “please,”

You draw him close, finding purchase with your heels on the mattress, and slowly you start to rock, grinding your body up into his. You sigh, the pleasant feeling of it spreading through you already, and he smiles against your chest.

Yunho’s kisses grow hotter, little bites across as your skin and his hot breath across your nipples, but you moan when his teeth close over the chain and he draws back his head, pulling it taught.

“Oh,” You shake, your hips stuttering to a stop, “oh, god,”

Yunho nods, tapping your hip with his hand and begging you to start moving again. He holds your gaze as he pulls back, and suddenly you’re straining against the lead, the clamps pulling you perfectly and striking a hot stroke of need through your entire body.

“Don’t stop,” Seonghwa offers, filling in where his husband can’t given his full mouth.

“I can’t,” You whine, almost too tired and raw to work yourself against him like he wants.

“Give her more,” Seonghwa instructs, and with just the slightest adjustment of Yunho’s head, the clamps pull harder.

You’re crumbling. Desperate need strikes in your belly and you roll up into him, your muscles are aching but if you just keep going, just a little more, you’ll give him what he wants and what you know your body needs.

His hips drop a fraction more and he hisses through his teeth, your cunt pulsing and aching as you build up, close to the edge and ready to tip over it.

“Please,” You babble, even though you don’t know what you’re begging for.

Yunho groans as you shift, his cock inside you bumping again and again into a velvet spot.

“Beautiful,” Seonghwa sighs, his hands squeezing your wrists, “look at how well you take Yunho’s cock, hmm?”

Your eyes roll, thighs starting to shake.

“Is he deep in your pretty cunt, sweet girl?” He drops his lips to your ear, pushing you closer and closer, “Do you love it?”

“Y-yes,” You work yourself against him harder, the rolling pressure of his firm body against your sensitive clit bringing you closer and closer to release.

“You do love our cocks, don’t you?” Seonghwa smiles, reaching between you and taking the chain from between Yunho’s teeth.

“God, yes,” Your legs wrap around Yunho’s hips and hold him steady as you jut against him.

“Are you close?” Yunho asks, voice broken and tight.

“L-let me go,” Your wrists jerk against Seonghwa’s hands and he releases you immediately. Your hands fly forwards, bracing on Yunho’s shoulder and side, nails digging in as you hold onto him, “please, Yunho, move, please,”

He sighs heavily, his hips jerking against yours and finally, finally he can’t resist it.

You can feel how much control he’s using, trying his best to not thrust too hard or hold you too tightly, but it doesn’t matter. The rhythmic drag of his cock over your g-spot over and over sends you up, and when Seonghwa pulls down on the chain between your bodies, it all crashes into you again.

Yunho groans at the feeling of your release, pulling back and out of you suddenly and Seonghwa switches focus. The chain drops on your chest as he moves and when your eyes open, you nearly come again just from the sight.

Yunho still has one hand braced on your hip, but leans against Seonghwa, their lips crashed together. Seonghwa’s hand works fast over Yunho’s slick cock, and with a shuddering groan Yunho comes hard, his nails digging into your skin as he paints your body with ropes of hot, white cum.

“Oh my god,” You breathe, your body still trembling.

Yunho’s chest is heaving, bright pink with blush and shining with sweat, and Seonghwa brushes his fingers through his hair, pressing kisses across his face as he releases Yunho’s now softening cock. It takes him a moment to recover, but when he does, Yunho’s eyes find yours immediately, “Okay?”

You nod, emotion flooding you as your mind finally starts to reconnect after the haze of orgasm after orgasm. Now your body is aching. You wince a little at the taut clamps, reaching for them to remove them yourself but Yunho moves more quickly.

“I got it,” He soothes you, “Does it hurt?”

“Not too much,” You ease him, sighing pleasantly as he unclips them.

“Here, love,” Seonghwa uses a towel to clean you off, and it’s no replacement for a shower but it’ll let you relax here for a little bit longer until you can trust your legs.

Yunho drops the clamps onto the side table along with the other toys, any of the ones unused forgotten in a minute. He hadn’t meant to fuck you, that wasn’t in the plan necessarily, but logic and reason left his brain the minute he saw you falling apart on his fingers.

You’re blushing hard and recovering, limbs still a little shaky, when Seonghwa clears away the towels and pulls the sheet up over your body. He tosses the towels in the hamper and clears away the clothes off the floor, and he’s heading for the shower when your brain starts firing on all cylinders.

“Seonghwa,” You call into the bathroom, listening as he starts the water.

“Hmm?” He calls.

You trade a quick smile with Yunho who’s still collapsed at your side before you call back, “Baby, I’m not done with you,”

The look on his face when slips back into the bedroom is priceless, one brow raised and his shaggy black hair a mess of slight curls, “You need more?”

“No,” You sigh, stretching and rolling onto your side, “you do,”

His eyes flick over you, “You really don’t have to,”

Yunho huffs behind you, “Just come back to bed,”

“I know I don’t have to,” You sigh, pushing yourself up to a kneeling position on the bed, “but I want to,”

Since getting up, Seonghwa had thrown a towel around his hips but you can still see the hard line of his cock beneath it, pushing against the thick fabric and begging to be touched. You wonder if he was going to try to quickly take care of things in the shower, try not to bother you with his needs, and that thought makes you want him even more.

“Hwa,” You repeat, “come over here,”

The corner of his mouth tips up in a smile and he makes his way back to the edge of the bed, “Yeah?”

Your hands slide over his chest and find the top knotted corner of the towel, “Yeah,” you breathe, pulling the towel apart and letting it drop to the floor, “Yunho, can you help?”

“What do you need, baby?” Yunho shuffles across the bed to be at your side.

“Do you think Seonghwa would like my mouth? Or yours?” You ask, feigning innocence.

“Yours,” Seonghwa interrupts, cupping your cheek, not waiting for flirty banter.

Yunho laughs softly and nods, “There’s your answer,”

“Sorry,” Seonghwa sighs, “I didn’t mean to answer that fast,”

Yunho shakes his head, “I’d pick her too,” he stands, “but maybe I can still help, hmm?”

You feel Seonghwa’s fingers twitch along your jaw as he waits for what’s next, and you take the moment to reposition. You slide down onto your front, propped up on a pillow and using your leg for leverage, and then when you look back up you’re perfectly eye to eye with his pink, aching cock.

A hand closes around it and Seonghwa moans, and your eyes flick up to see Yunho pressed flush behind Seonghwa and reaching around him. The smile on Yunho’s face is wolfish and hungry, his lips at his husband’s ear, “Do you like when I touch you?”

Seonghwa sighs heavily and melts back into him, “Yes,”

“Do you like when our baby touches you too?” Yunho pumps his hand and meets your eyes, nodding for you to get involved.

You let saliva gather in your mouth, and slowly rake your nails down Seonghwa’s bare thigh, then back up to dance close to the base of his cock, down again so your fingers can slide over his balls.

“y/n,” He chokes, “Jesus,”

“Shh,” You murmur, and with your hands braced on his hips, you let the gathered saliva drip from your tongue over his cockhead.

His cock jumps at the sensation, and Yunho’s hand sweeps up to take your saliva and work it down Seonghwa’s shaft as lubricant. You spit again, and once again Yunho catches it and pumps his hand up and down.

“Baby,” You say softly, almost lazily, pressing a featherlight kiss to his velvet tip, “can I have a taste?”

He fights the urge to jerk his hips and he nods.

You lean forward, and Yunho slides his hand away so you can work your mouth deeply over him. Seonghwa might want to take it slow with you, but you don’t want to take it slow with him. You know they’re just being careful with you, considerate and lovely given the baby, but there’s nothing you want less than to take it slow right now.

You surge forward, taking him down your throat in one move, your tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft until you’re pressed against his pubic bone and steadying your breathing.

Seonghwa’s cock jumps in your mouth and he curses, hand tight in your hair now.

“Oh, she’s hungry,” Yunho teases, “look at her,”

“I’m looking,” Seonghwa’s voice is breathy, “God, darling, warn me next time,”

You make a negative noise, and he groans at the vibration. You don’t warn him, when you draw back and sink forward again and then set a pace, your wet lips tight on his cock, tongue flicking at his length, hollowing out your cheeks to draw that suction you know makes him crumble.

“Fuck,” His hand locks onto your scalp and you moan around him.

“Does that feel good?” Yunho’s voice is husky above you, “I can give you more,”

You suck hard and Seonghwa groans and you know whatever combination of your mouth on his cock and Yunho’s hands doing something has Seonghwa ready to melt.

“Mess,” Yunho groans, “you and your pretty fucking mouth,”

Seonghwa shudders.

You pull back, taking a heaving breath and clearing your throat before you find your voice, “Fuck my face,”

Seonghwa moans and you look up to see the way that Yunho’s teeth are attached to his husband’s throat, fingers expertly tweaking at his nipples and helping make the man a shaky mess. At you words, Yunho lifts up and moves right back to Seonghwa’s ear, “Don’t make her wait,”

There’s a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, and you’re about to tell him that being pregnant does not in fact make you a virginal saint and he can and should come down your throat, but he reaches the same conclusion a second later and tugs you forward by the hand in your hair.

“I didn’t say stop,” He says gruffly, pushing your head back towards him.

You open your mouth wide and accept him with a deeply genuine sigh.

“Your mouth,” Seonghwa thrusts forwards, knocking his hips against your lips and forcing your throat open, “is almost better than your pretty pussy,”

You whine, breathing slow through your nose and opening up the back of your throat more for him.

“Almost as tight,” His hips find a rhythm, “almost as warm,”

“Almost as wet,” You feel another hand in your hair, Yunho brushing the hair from your eyes.

“But I only get to hear you like this when I’m down your throat,” Seonghwa pants, bucking his hips as he holds you perfectly still to accept him, “I’m in love with this sound,”

You choke a whine, trying again to regain your breath, and you’re dizzy but he’s so, so close.

Yunho’s hand finds yours and he gives you a squeeze, an offered lifeline if it gets to be too much, but you don’t need it. You brush your thumb along his knuckles to let him know you’re more than fine, despite the heady, wet noises in the room.

“Oh, fuck,” Seonghwa curses as his pace stammers a moment, and you double down with the suction, “fuck, darling,”

“Fill her pretty mouth,” Yunho urges him, “come,”

It takes two more thrusts before he groans, locking your head to his pelvis and spilling himself deeply down the back of your throat, so far you barely taste him.

You give him a moment, but when you’re sure he’s done and just holding you in the afterglow you squeeze Yunho’s hand.

“Come here,” Yunho must indicate something to Seonghwa, because he pulls out of your mouth slowly and takes a step back. Yunho drops into your eyeline and finds your gaze, “okay?”

You swallow hard, clearing your throat and nodding, “Mhm,”

“That was,” Seonghwa trails off, no words really enough to justify the orgasm he just had but he leans against the side table and exhales heavily.

“Really hot?” You offer.

He chuckles, “Yeah,”

As you steady you see immediately that Yunho is rock hard again and you smile, “Are we ever going to get out of this bed?”

“I have a better idea,” Yunho grins, and he moves forwards and wraps his arms around you.

“What-” You start to ask, but then he’s hauling you up over his shoulder and you’re falling apart into hysterical laughter, “Where are we going? Put me down!”

“Nope,” He says, “I’ve got more plans for you,”

Seonghwa follows you both, and then you realize the shower was never turned off. The bathroom is full of hot steam, enveloping all of you the minute Seonghwa shuts the door.

“We’re multitasking,” Yunho slides you off his shoulder to the floor, kissing your cheek as he does and reaching in to check the temperature.

Seonghwa wraps his arms around you, hand closing over your belly as he nuzzles your head, “Good, because I have plans too,”

They have you again in the shower, Seonghwa on his knees between your thighs, and then once more braced against the glass doors. It’s insatiable, your need for each other, even after all these years. You’ve shared everything with them, every inch of your body and desires. Not a single moment of it worth trading away.

It takes time to come out of your hazy morning, every time you think of pulling away something brings you back. Their lips, hands, tongues, cocks. Every part and piece of them.

But eventually, after what feels like hours, you’re clean and dry and changing the sheets.

You only have a little more time before Dasom comes home and your life changes once again forever, so you slip back into bed with them for just a little while longer.

Seonghwa strokes your stomach slowly, lips on your cheek as he does and kissing the corner of your mouth, “I think it’s a girl,”

“Yeah?” You murmur, Yunho curling closer behind your back so that you’re all tighter together.

“Mhm,” Seonghwa smiles, “I have a feeling.”

“You thought Dasom was a boy,” You point out softly.

“No,” He shakes his head, “I know it this time,”

“Do you want another girl?” You murmur.

“I think so,” He confesses, “it just feels right,”

“You know,” Yunho kisses your shoulder softly, “I think you’re right, I think it’s a girl,”

“I don’t want you to be disappointed if it’s a boy,” You find his hand between you, threading your fingers together.

“Nothing about our baby could disappoint me,” His brows knit together as he shakes his head, “girl, boy, Yunho’s… mine, it… none of it matters, it’s just a feeling,”

“You really mean that,” You smile softly.

“I really do,” He nods, “no matter what, they’ll be so loved,”

Yunho’s breath catches in your ear, and you can’t quite see his face but he reaches past you and cups Seonghwa’s face, his thumb stroking along his husband’s cheek, “Oh, yeobo,” he sighs, “of course they will.”

You duck into Seonghwa’s chest, pressing a kiss to his skin, “You have so much love to give, Hwa,”

His warm hand on your belly is a comforting weight, grounding and sure and he nods against your hair.

“Dasom will be home soon,” Yunho murmurs, and you can hear his voice is tight and shaky, “we probably shouldn’t be crying messes when she gets here,”

“I’m not crying,” You grin against Seonghwa’s chest.

“Me either,”

“Right,” Yunho takes a deep breath, “fine, I can’t be crying when she gets home then.”

“Aw,” You twist in his arms to face him, cupping his cheek, “baby,”

“Don’t,” He scrubs at his eyes, “you know I cry at everything,”

Seonghwa laughs, snuggling closer, “We know,”

“I’m just,” He sighs, “fuck, I’m really happy,”

“Me too,” You kiss him softly.

Seonghwa nods, “Me too,”

“Sometimes I think about the night we met,” Yunho smiles, pushing your hair behind your ear and glancing over your shoulder at Seonghwa who makes a soft humming noise of recognition.

“Yeah?” You cup his cheek.

“We almost left you there,” Yunho confesses, “did I ever tell you that?”

“No,” You study his eyes.

“We were watching you for a little while,” He strokes your neck softly, “and I said we shouldn’t bother you. You looked ready for a date, I was sure whoever the guy was was just running late. You looked… beautiful, I thought there was no way someone would let you just sit there all night.”

“You’ve never told me that,” You shake your head, “are you serious?”

“Mhm,” He nods, and then his eyes travel up to Seonghwa, “but then he said, ‘What’s the worst that happens? We buy a pretty girl a drink and go home?’”

The idea that they would have left, there at the end of the bar one second and gone the next. Interesting strangers and a passing thought in your whole life.

“So you changed your mind?” You manage.

“It would have been the worst mistake of my life,” Yunho says.

“Our lives,” Seonghwa corrects.

“Mine too,” You tug them closer, wrapping them tight around you, “and I wouldn’t have even known it,”

Your phone buzzes on the side table and you smile, it’s probably close to that time. Dasom would be ancy to come home and at the end of Nari’s good graces. You shift to get up, but they tug you right back down.

“Five more minutes,” Yunho shakes his head.

“But,” You start to say.

“Just five,” He repeats.

For a little longer, it’s just the three of you. Tucked between them, you imagine the life you might have had without them. You would have found someone, you might have had children with them. You might have bought a house or moved out of Seoul. You would probably be happy, in that other life in that other place, you might be happy it’s not impossible. But it wouldn’t be this. Full, complete, whole. You might in some other life be a wife, but not their wife. You might in some other life have a child, but not Dasom. Not this new life. You can’t conceive of it. You’re sure you would have figured it out, but you can’t really imagine how without them.

Your phone rings again on the nightstand, and slowly you unfold yourself from their arms to pick it up. Yunho slips his hand under the hem of your shirt while you talk to Nari, Seonghwa presses warm kisses across your neck. Not long now.

The day stretches into itself until the afternoon sun warms your sheets and your skin. The door downstairs opens and you hear your daughter's fast footfalls on the stairs. Your stomach turns with nervous butterflies, but your husbands hold you close and the wing beats calm to a subtle flutter. You think maybe they’re not butterflies, maybe they’re something more. In an excited rush Dasom pushes through the door and throws herself up on the bed. Strong arms catch her and bring her in to cuddle close. She’s home, and now you all are too, together always.

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