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Edged to Perfection

Mingi x Reader

WARNINGS:

[⚠️ EXTREME CONTENT WARNING — Full NSFW, D/s dynamics, orgasm torture, degradation, overstimulation, impact play, squirting, and psychological filth ahead.]

Now Continue with caution ✨

It had started as a joke.

You were curled up beside Mingi on the couch, legs tangled and lips brushing his neck, when you whispered the idea into his ear.

“Let me be in charge tonight.”

Mingi's warm, relaxed laugh rumbled through his chest. “You? My baby wants to top me?” His teasing made your cheeks burn, but you nodded anyway, holding his gaze.

“I’m serious. Just for tonight. I want to see what it feels like… to make you beg.”

His eyes darkened—curious, intrigued—but he raised a brow. “Alright,” he said slowly. “You’ve got me for one night.”

You thought you were ready.

In the bedroom

Your hand moves slowly between his legs, your fingers curled under the waistband of his briefs as you whisper against his throat, “You’re going to be good for me tonight, right?”

Mingi’s body shifts beneath yours on the bed, his thick thighs tensing as he smirks lazily. “Mm… I’ll try,” he hums, voice husky from the way you’d been dragging this out. You had him naked, sprawled out, wrists resting above his head, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His cock was hard, flushed, leaking—but you hadn’t let him come. Not even close.

You grind your hips down against his thigh, pressing your palm to his chest to keep him still. “No trying. You listen. You beg.”

You curl your fingers around his cock, slowly, deliberately, giving it one firm jerk that makes his hips jump. He grits his teeth and bites back a groan.

You smirk, proud. “Already twitching? I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

His gaze flickers up at you—eyes dark, narrowed, amused.

You drag your lips along his collarbone, down his chest, then lower, settling between his thighs. You take him into your mouth—just the head—suck, swirl your tongue, then pull off with a sinful pop. He growls, hands flexing above him, but still doesn’t move. “You like being teased, don’t you, baby?”

Mingi exhales a shaky breath, his voice rough with restraint. “You’re cute when you think you’re in control.”

You stop your hand. Blink. “Excuse me?”

He chuckles, deep and low, the sound vibrating in his chest. “Don’t get me wrong,” he says, shifting suddenly—too suddenly. One second you’re above him, and the next, your wrists are pinned beside your head and his weight is pressing you into the mattress. “You tried.”

Your eyes widen as his cock, slick from your mouth, rubs against your inner thigh. His lips brush your ear. “But baby… you’re mine. And you know damn well I don't beg.”

“Mingi—” you breathe, but the sound dies in your throat when his hand slips between your legs, two fingers pressing hard against your clit through your panties. You gasp.

“Let me remind you how this works,” he murmurs, dark and sweet. “You tease me again like that, and I’ll edge you ‘til you’re crying.”

You squirm under him, panting. “I was just—trying something new…”

“And it was adorable,” he grins, leaning down to kiss your neck, then biting just enough to make you squirm. “But from now on? You ask before you touch my cock like that. Or else…”

You whimper, the heat between your legs unbearable.

“...I’ll tie you up and finish on your thighs just to watch you sob.”

Your wrists are still pinned, your breath coming in short, needy gasps as Mingi smirks down at you, chest rising with slow, confident control.

“You wanted to play dom tonight, yeah?” he murmurs, dragging his cock along the soaked fabric between your thighs. “Thought you could edge me, tell me when to beg, use me like a toy?”

You nod, barely.

“Wrong answer.”

He slaps your pussy, hard, through your soaked panties, the sting making you jerk with a gasp. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” you whimper. “I thought I could be the dom.”

Mingi leans down, lips brushing yours but never kissing. “And now?”

“Now I know better.”

He grins. “Good girl.”

He lets go of your wrists just to rip your panties aside with a single aggressive tug, the fabric tearing. “These are mine now,” he says, tossing them to the side before gripping your hips and manhandling you until you’re bent over in front of him, cheek pressed to the sheets, your ass high and exposed.

“You’re not cumming tonight,” he says as he slaps your ass—once, twice—making you moan and arch back for more. “You don’t get to. Not after teasing me for nearly an hour.”

He grabs his cock and rubs the wet head along your pussy lips, never pressing in. Just dragging, letting the thick weight of him torment your clit. “You feel that? That’s what you don’t get yet. Not until I say.”

“Mingi, please—” you start to beg, but he cuts you off by slipping just the tip inside. Your walls clench instinctively, and he moans low and cruel.

“Fuck. So wet for someone who thought she was in charge. You really couldn’t handle being a dom.”

He pushes in halfway and then pulls out. Again. Again. Never deep enough, never fast. Just enough to make your body tremble and your fists clutch the sheets. Half way in. Half way out. Again and again. Slow and steady.

“You’re going to sit right here,” he growls, voice thick and breathless with restraint, “and take every single one of my thrusts until you’re dripping on my cock. But you’re not gonna cum. Not until I finish all over these pretty thighs you love to tease me with.”

“Mingi—please, I need—”

He grabs your hair, pulling your head back just enough to growl into your ear, “You don’t need anything. You need to learn.”

And then he’s fucking you. Not fast, but deep. Controlled. Each thrust hits perfectly, calculated to drive you insane, to press right where your nerves scream for release. His other hand is between your thighs again, two fingers circling your clit just hard enough to edge you back up—but never enough to let you fall.

You’re shaking. Crying. Desperate. And he loves it.

“You wanna cum so bad, don’t you, baby?” he taunts, panting as he fucks you deeper, sloppier. “Beg. Beg like the little sub you really are.”

“Please,” you cry, your voice cracked and ruined, “please Mingi, let me cum—please, I’ll do anything.”

He groans, cock twitching inside you. “You sound so fucking good when you’re being obedient.”

He pulls out suddenly, making you scream at the loss. And before you can turn around, he’s jerking himself off, the wet slap of skin loud and filthy.

Squelching noises.

“Open your thighs,” he commands, breathless. “Now.”

You do—and he groans, hard and deep, as he spills across your skin, thick streams painting your thighs, your ass, your pussy lips. It’s hot, obscene, and somehow even more humiliating that you’re left empty and aching while he comes all over you.

He slaps your clit one more time, chuckling darkly when you jerk. “Next time you think about being in charge?” He leans in, dragging his tongue along the mess he made on your inner thigh. “Remember this.”

Your voice breaks as you whimper his name, ruined.

And Mingi just smiles.

“Now… get on your knees. We’re not done.”

Your wrists are still pinned, your breath coming in short, needy gasps as Mingi smirks down at you, chest rising with slow, confident control.

“You wanted to play dom tonight, yeah?” he murmurs, dragging his cock along the soaked fabric between your thighs. “Thought you could edge me, tell me when to beg, use me like a toy?”

You nod, barely.

“Wrong answer.”

He slaps your pussy, hard, through your soaked panties, the sting making you jerk with a gasp. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” you whimper. “I thought I could be the dom.”

Mingi leans down, lips brushing yours but never kissing. “And now?”

“Now I know better.”

He grins. “Good girl.”

He lets go of your wrists just to rip your panties aside with a single aggressive tug, the fabric tearing. “These are mine now,” he says, tossing them to the side before gripping your hips and manhandling you until you’re bent over in front of him, cheek pressed to the sheets, your ass high and exposed.

“You’re not cumming tonight,” he says as he slaps your ass—once, twice—making you moan and arch back for more. “You don’t get to. Not after teasing me for nearly an hour.”

He grabs his cock and rubs the wet head along your folds, never pressing in. Just dragging, letting the thick weight of him torment your clit. “You feel that? That’s what you don’t get yet. Not until I say.”

“Mingi, please—” you start to beg, but he cuts you off by slipping just the tip inside. Your walls clench instinctively, and he moans low and cruel.

“Fuck. So wet for someone who thought she was in charge.”

He pushes in halfway and then pulls out. Again. Again. Never deep enough, never fast. Just enough to make your body tremble and your fists clutch the sheets.

“You’re going to sit right here,” he growls, voice thick and breathless with restraint, “and take every single one of my thrusts until you’re dripping on my cock. But you’re not gonna cum. Not until I finish all over these pretty thighs you love to tease me with.”

“Mingi—please, I need—”

He grabs your hair, pulling your head back just enough to growl into your ear, “You don’t need anything. You need to learn.”

And then he’s fucking you. Not fast, but deep. Controlled. Each thrust hits perfectly, calculated to drive you insane, to press right where your nerves scream for release. His other hand is between your thighs again, two fingers circling your clit just hard enough to edge you back up—but never enough to let you fall.

You’re shaking. Crying. Desperate. And he loves it.

“You wanna cum so bad, don’t you, baby?” he taunts, panting as he fucks you deeper, sloppier. “Beg. Beg like the little sub you really are.”

“Please,” you cry, your voice cracked and ruined, “please Mingi, let me cum—please, I’ll do anything.”

He groans, cock twitching inside you. “You sound so fucking good when you’re broken.”

He pulls out suddenly, making you scream at the loss. And before you can turn around, he’s jerking himself off, the wet slap of skin loud and filthy.

“Open your thighs,” he commands, breathless. “Now.”

You do—and he groans, hard and deep, as he spills across your skin, thick streams painting your thighs, your ass, your pussy lips. It’s hot, obscene, and somehow even more humiliating that you’re left empty and aching while he comes all over you.

He slaps your clit one more time, chuckling darkly when you jerk. “Next time you think about being in charge?” He leans in, dragging his tongue along the mess he made on your inner thigh. “Remember this.”

Your voice breaks as you whimper his name.

And Mingi just smiles.

“Now… get on your knees. We’re not done.”

He grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head up from the sheets. “On your knees. Now.”

You scramble to obey, legs barely holding you, thighs sticky and trembling. When you finally look up, he’s standing at the edge of the bed, cock glistening with a mix of your arousal and his cum, thick and still twitching.

“Look at the mess you made,” he growls, lazily stroking himself, spreading his release along the shaft. “You wanna be in charge, baby? Then clean it up. With your mouth.”

You hesitate, just a second too long.

Smack.

His palm connects with your cheek—not too hard, just enough to sting, enough to humiliate. You whimper, your pussy clenching from the sheer filth of it.

“I said lick it up.”

You lean in, tongue trembling as you drag it up from the base of his cock, collecting the mess in slow, desperate licks. It’s salty and thick, your own slick mixed in. You moan as the taste hits your tongue, your body reacting with a wave of heat, deeper than shame—something darker.

“Good little slut,” Mingi groans, staring down at you. “That’s it. Suck it like you need it to survive.”

You wrap your lips around the head, moaning around him as you swirl your tongue, lapping up every last drop of his release. He growls low in his throat, letting his head fall back.

But then—

He grips the back of your head and forces you down, choking you on his cock in one savage thrust. Your eyes roll, throat tightening as he holds you there, nose buried in the base, spit and cum leaking out from the corners of your mouth.

“You’re not stopping ‘til you can’t fucking think.”

You gag—but he doesn’t let go. He rocks into your throat, slow and brutal, using your mouth like a toy. Like you’re nothing but a filthy hole for him to fuck. Tears stream down your cheeks as drool drips from your chin.

“This what you wanted?” he pants. “This what you thought dominance was? You thought you could own me?”

He pulls out, letting you breathe—but just barely.

“Open wide.”

You do—and he spits in your mouth, thick and mean.

“Swallow it.”

You do.

He groans darkly, dragging his cock across your tongue again, smearing the tip against your lips like he’s painting you with sin.

“You’re not my dom, baby. You’re my fucking plaything. A needy, dumb little cum rag who begs for permission to breathe. Got it?”

You moan helplessly, thighs clenching.

“Get back on the bed,” he growls. “Ass up. You’re not cumming until I ruin every hole you have.”

And from the look in his eyes—hungry, cruel, insatiable—you know he means it.

Your limbs are loose and shaking, your cunt still throbbing and untouched by release. You barely register the sound of a drawer sliding open before Mingi returns with a thick suction cup dildo in one hand—and the devil in his eyes.

“Oh, you wanted to dominate me?” he sneers, gripping your jaw hard. “Then open that pretty mouth. Let me fill it.”

He slams the dildo against the headboard, right at face level, and grabs you by the hair to force you on all fours, mouth inches from the toy. It’s thick. Veiny. Intimidating.

“You’re gonna suck that like it’s my cock, while I fuck the real one into this soaked pussy.”

You let your tongue drag over the rubber head, moaning in humiliation as you lick it, take it in, suck. It’s wrong. It’s disgusting. But you love it.

Mingi climbs onto the bed behind you, one hand on your lower back to arch you deep, the other guiding his cock right to your drenched slit.

“You want to cum so bad, don’t you?” he breathes, dragging the thick head through your folds, up and down, teasing. “But you’re not going to. Not until you’re drooling begging for it.”

He thrusts into you in one harsh push, bottoming out. Your mouth falls open around the dildo, muffling your scream. He groans loud, hands gripping your hips so tight they’ll bruise.

“Fuck—still so tight even after all that teasing? You’re pathetic.”

His pace is brutal from the start. Deep, hard thrusts that make your thighs tremble. Your mouth slides further onto the dildo with each forward rock, gagging slightly, spit soaking the fake shaft.

And then—his fingers trail down, pressing to your asshole. You tense.

“A little pressure,” he growls, thrusting harder into your cunt, “and I bet I can make you scream without even touching your clit.”

You sob around the toy as he pushes a finger in, slowly stretching you open. Then another.

“Filthy fucking girl. You want all your holes used, don’t you?”

You try to nod, eyes rolling back. Mingi chuckles cruelly.

“You’re not cumming. Not until I’ve got my cock in your pussy, my fingers in your ass, and your mouth stuffed with that toy like the cock-hungry slut you are.”

He pumps his fingers deeper, curling them as he pounds into you, his cock hitting that sweet, dangerous spot over and over. The overstimulation is too much. You’re leaking. Clenching. Moaning around the dildo like a bitch in heat.

“Feel it?” he pants. “How close you are? How bad you want it?”

You whimper, spit and drool dripping down your chin, thighs soaked, body trembling on the edge.

He suddenly stops.

Everything stops.

His cock slips out. His fingers leave your ass. The pressure vanishes.

You scream—a broken, desperate, raw sound.

“No,” he growls. “You don’t get to cum yet.”

You collapse to the mattress, drooling onto the sheets, your body convulsing from the brutal denial. Mingi crawls on top of you, licking a line up your spine, before whispering against your ear:

“You’re not gonna cum until you cry for it. And then maybe I’ll let you.” He gracefully but harshly grabs your throat. “Round two, baby. Let’s see how long you last before you start begging me to break you.”

Your throat is raw from sucking the rubber cock, spit slicking your chest, and your hips ache from the strain—but you don’t stop. You can’t. Mingi’s behind you again, hard and throbbing, smirking like a sadist as he watches your ruined body twitch on the bed.

“Still haven’t learned your place, huh?” he mutters, slapping your ass hard, watching the skin bounce. “You think I’m gonna let you cum just ‘cause you look desperate?”

His cock pushes back into your dripping pussy with a cruel thrust, making you choke around the toy. He fucks you rough, deep, until your eyes roll, then slows down just when it starts to build.

He feels it—your cunt clenching, your breath quickening, your thighs trembling. He can feel your orgasm crawling up your spine.

So he pulls out.

Again.

“Uh-uh,” he growls. “You don’t cum until I command it.”

You sob, face buried into the sheets now, trying to grind back against him, but he grabs your hips and holds you still. His voice is low, calm, terrifying.

“You want to cum so bad? Too fucking bad.”

He leans over your back, fingers slipping between your legs, rubbing fast circles into your clit.

It’s too much. Your body screams. You’re climbing again—high, higher, and just as your body begins to tip—

He stops.

“No.”

Your whole body shudders, muscles seizing with the loss. You wail.

“Again,” he says. “And this time, don’t you fucking dare even think about cumming without permission.”

His fingers return—cruel, fast, merciless. His cock presses into your ass this time, not all the way, just the thick head, teasing you open while his other hand abuses your clit.

You're panting, trembling, tears mixing with the drool on your chin. Your mind is blank, nothing but heat and pain and the need to cum. Every muscle is pulled tight, your orgasm teetering again—

“No.”

Ripped away again.

You scream, fist pounding the sheets, your hips shaking violently with denied release. “Please—Mingi—please—”

He grabs your throat and hauls you back, his cock now grinding against your soaked folds again but never pushing in. His lips brush your ear.

“You wanna cum so bad, you’ll do anything, huh?”

“Yes,” you cry, voice cracked, face streaked with tears and spit. “Yes, anything—please—I can’t—I can’t take it—”

He chuckles darkly.

“Oh, you can. You just haven’t begged enough yet.”

And then he flips you over, spreads your legs, and slaps your swollen clit. You scream. He does it again. Then his mouth is on you—hot, wet, filthy. He sucks your clit, tongue ruthless, two fingers back inside you, pumping in a rhythm that makes your vision blur.

You’re on the edge again. So close. So fucking close—

And he stops.

You sob, body jerking violently. He holds you down, watching you fall apart.

“Cry for it,” he whispers. “Beg me. Show me just how desperate you really are.”

You’re broken. Hips twitching, face soaked, body a mess. You’ve never needed anything like this before.

“Please,” you gasp, “Mingi—I’ll do anything—just please let me cum—I’m your toy, your slut, your fuckdoll—just please—”

He moans softly, sliding back inside your cunt with one deep, slow thrust.

“There she is,” he growls. “There’s my broken little fuckpet.”

And this time—

He doesn’t stop.

He pounds into you hard and fast, fingers returning to your clit, mouth on your throat, groaning curses in your ear. Your body convulses, overloaded, every nerve screaming as your orgasm barrels toward you like a freight train. But Mingi suddenly stops.

He pulls out slowly, his cum dripping from between your thighs as you whimper, trying to close your legs. A sharp slap makes you cry out, and he growls, “Don’t you dare try to hide from me. I’m not finished with this pussy yet.”

You barely register the cold leather wrapping around your wrists until he’s yanking them above your head, strapping you to the headboard.

“Thought you were a dom?” he scoffs, dragging the flat of his palm down your twitching stomach. “Now look at you. Tied up, ruined, leaking. You don’t get to move. You don’t get to think unless I say so.”

You open your mouth to speak—and he slaps it.

Hard.

Spit flies. Your head turns with the blow. A shocked moan leaves your lips before his hand grips your face, squeezing your cheeks.

“Too many words from a dumb little cumdrunk pet,” he growls. “You need to listen now.”

He climbs back between your legs, eyes blazing as he spreads them open again. “We’re going to play a game,” he murmurs darkly. “I’m going to make you cum now. Over and over. Until you’re sobbing, begging me to stop. And you know what I’ll say?”

You blink, shaking, pupils blown wide.

He smirks.

“I’ll say no.”

And then he’s moving. Fast.

His mouth locks on your clit—biting, sucking, his tongue dragging raw circles over the already tortured bundle of nerves. Two fingers slam back into your soaked cunt. You scream, body arching—only to be slammed back by the cuffs.

It’s instant. Orgasm slamming through you like lightning, pain and pleasure mixing into a scream that rips your throat.

He doesn’t stop.

“Number one,” he mutters, wiping his mouth on your thigh.

You barely register it before he’s back down again, using his spit, adding pressure, curling his fingers, talking to your pussy like it’s something he owns. And it is.

“Such a good hole,” he murmurs. “So greedy. So tight. Fuck—just keeps sucking me in.”

Orgasm two hits harder. Violent. Shaking. Your body convulses, tears pouring down your face.

“Number two,” he whispers.

You’re crying now. Begging. Shaking your head.

“No, no more—please—I can’t—I can’t take it—”

“Yes, you can.”

His palm cracks across your tits, slapping the soft flesh until it stings. Then his mouth’s there too, biting your nipple, sucking it until you cry out.

You try to pull away—he chokes you.

One hand wrapping around your throat, holding you still as his other hand tortures your clit again. Your cunt’s raw. You’re twitching, eyes unfocused.

Orgasm three tears out of you like a possession, your legs kicking, body fighting the cuffs.

“Number three,” he says, voice low and sweet. “Starting to break now, baby? That look in your eyes—you’re not thinking anymore, are you?”

You whimper. There’s no answer left. Fucked dumb.

He chuckles, wiping his spit and your juiced across your cheeks.

“You wanted pain? You wanted to be dominated?” he sneers, standing up, grabbing your chin so you look at him through teary eyes. “Then take it. Earn your next orgasm.”

He straddles your chest, cock hard again, slapping it across your face. “Open.”

You do. Tongue out, eyes wide, drool dripping.

He fucks your mouth slow—obscene. Then fast. Then slaps your cheek again as he pulls out, spit dripping from your lips.

“Good fuckdoll. That’s all you are now, huh?”

You nod. Barely conscious. Barely anything but his.

He grabs the vibrator from the nightstand—low setting. Then higher. Then higher. He presses it right to your clit without warning.

You scream.

Your body jerks so hard the cuffs creak. You’re soaking the sheets now—legs trembling violently as your sixth orgasm rips through you with electric, brutal force.

He doesn’t stop.

“That’s six,” he whispers, and kisses your tears.

“Let’s see how many more my toy can take before she blacks out.”

You’re gone.

Mind empty. Body trembling. Vision blurry.

But Mingi?

He’s grinning like he’s just getting started.

He leans in close, brushing the soaked hair from your face with the back of his hand, mockingly gentle. “Still with me, baby?” He gives you a slap on the face.

You whimper, lips swollen, throat raw, your body twitching in its restraints.

He grabs your jaw, forcing your teary, glazed eyes to meet his. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not fucking finished with you yet.”

Mingi releases your wrists from the cuffs, and you collapse into his arms like a ragdoll. He catches you effortlessly—then manhandles you into his lap, sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide, his bare thigh slick with your cum and spit.

He grabs your hips, dragging your used cunt over to straddle him.

“Get on my thigh,” he commands, voice dark. “Now.”

You shake, legs barely holding, but obey—because you’re too far gone not to. Your soaked pussy presses down against his thigh, still hot, still trembling, still leaking from your brutal orgasms.

But he doesn’t let you settle.

He grinds your hips against him, thigh flexing, dragging that raw, throbbing clit along his firm muscle. “Ride me. Rub that ruined pussy all over me like the good little whore you are.”

Your head drops forward, a wrecked sound tearing from your throat as you start to move—slowly, then faster. Your hands grip his shoulders, fingernails digging in for life, hips rolling with wet, filthy friction.

“That’s it,” he growls, watching you fall apart in his lap. “Fuck yourself on my thigh like a desperate bitch.”

His hands grip your ass, pulling you tighter, harder against him. You’re whining now, trembling again.

“Feel that heat building?” he taunts, voice low in your ear. “Feel that fucking pressure coming back, even though your body's screaming for mercy?”

You nod desperately, face twisting in agony.

He grabs your hair, yanking your head back. “You wanna cum?”

“Yes—yes, Mingi, please—please—”

“Too bad.”

He slaps your ass, hard, and you cry out. But he doesn’t stop. He starts bouncing his thigh beneath you—grinding that sensitive clit harder, faster. You’re crying now. Wrecked. Filthy. So overstimulated you can’t even breathe.

And then—you feel it.

That snap.

That final release.

It happens all at once.

Your vision whites out. Your hips convulse violently, and then you're squirting—gushing all over his thigh with a wet, humiliating moan that sounds nothing like a word. Just broken pleasure. Pure surrender.

Your body collapses forward, twitching. Your slick drips down his leg, soaking the bed beneath. And Mingi’s holding you, grinning into your shoulder, cock still hard between your bodies.

“Fuck. You just made a mess all over me,” he growls in your ear, licking the sweat from your neck. “That’s how bad you needed it, huh? Had to drench my fucking leg like a desperate, overstimulated fucktoy.”

You’re sobbing into his shoulder now, clinging to him, unsure if you’ll ever walk again.

He kisses your temple. Sweet. Mocking.

And then his voice drops.

“One more, baby.”

You twitch.

“On my cock this time.”

You're shaking in his arms, pussy still dripping, clinging to his shoulders like a lifeline. You just soaked his thigh. You came so hard you forgot your name.

But Mingi?

He’s not done.

He leans back slightly, cupping your face, thumb dragging over your swollen bottom lip. “You still with me?”

You nod weakly, barely able to hold your head up.

“Good,” he whispers darkly, his cock throbbing between your soaked thighs. “Because I’m going to fuck you until your body gives out. I’m going to fuck you until you pass the fuck out—so when you wake up sore and leaking, you remember who ruined you.”

He lifts your hips with one hand, guiding the thick head of his cock to your soaked entrance.

And then he slams up into you.

You scream, body arching in his arms, hands flailing until he grabs both wrists and pins them behind your back in one firm grip.

“Shhh,” he coos, burying himself deeper. “Take it. Take it. You asked for this, remember?”

He starts to thrust—hard, punishing, brutal. His thighs slap up against yours with wet, obscene sounds, your cunt sucking him in greedily despite the overstimulation. You’re wrecked. Raw. But he doesn’t give a fuck.

“Look at you,” he grits out, watching your face crumble. “Used, dripping, stuffed full of my cock. Still so fucking tight.”

You’re drooling now. Crying. Mouth open in a soundless moan as he fucks you faster, deeper, splitting you apart over and over.

“You gonna pass out for me, baby?” he whispers against your jaw. “Gonna let your dom ruin you until you go limp in my arms?”

You sob out something unintelligible. He slaps your ass—hard.

“Say it. Say it. You want me to fuck you unconscious.”

“Please,” you cry. “Please, Mingi—do it. Use me. Break me. I want to be yours—want to black out on your cock. Only on your cock.”

He growls, cock twitching inside you.

His hand wraps around your throat again—not choking, just holding. Claiming. His other hand never releases your wrists, keeping you helpless.

He angles his hips up—and pounds into your sweet spot, over and over, making your body convulse, jerk, seize.

You start to go blank.

Your eyes roll back.

And you cum—violently. A gush of slick spills out around his cock, soaking both of you again as your body starts to give out, limp in his grip.

“That’s it,” he pants. “Give it to me. Give me every fucking liquid thats indide you.”

Your vision tunnels.

Everything goes numb—except for the feeling of him still inside you, still fucking you deeper, still ruining your pussy as you go fully slack in his arms.

Your body goes quiet.

Your moans stop.

And Mingi catches you, still deep, still hard.

“Good girl,” he whispers against your ear, kissing your temple, slowing his thrusts as your breathing evens out in unconsciousness. “My perfect, broken fucktoy.”

He fucks you through your unconscious orgasm, slow now, worshipful in a twisted, possessive way—before finally spilling deep inside you with a feral groan.

When he pulls out, he watches his cum leak out of your ruined hole. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, brushing the hair from your face as you rest in his arms, completely spent.

“You’re never topping me again,” he whispers with a smirk. “Not after this.”

And you won't.

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Forgive me Fathers

Mingi x Yunho x Reader

WARNINGS: religious themed, bdsm, power play, explicit acts involving crucifix and rosary beads, alter usage, dominant and submissive, dirty talk, binding, breath play, degradation, praise kink, gagging, cum play, marking, minimal aftercare

The thunder cracked like the wrath of God outside, casting jagged light across the stone walls of the cathedral. The wisps of the tree branches grazing the building. Rain lashed against the stained glass, the deep reds and blues bleeding shadows across the velvet-lined pews. You hesitated just inside the heavy wooden doors, soaked and shivering, but not from the cold.

You weren’t here for salvation necessarily.

The dim candlelight flickered, and the old confessional booth waited at the end of the aisle—ornate, carved with vines and saints who would never approve of what you were about to do… and admit. You stepped forward, shoes squelching wetly from waiting outside for minutes, each footstep echoing louder than the last.

You slipped inside the booth, the air heavy with incense and something darker—something that lingered in the wood like heat after a sin.

“Bless me, Father,” you whispered, voice trembling as the curtain slid open. You saw the flash of his collar, stark against black. Yunho. “For I have sinned.”

There was a pause.

Then his voice—deep, warm, commanding—spoke.

“How long has it been since your last confession, child?”

Your thighs clenched. Your breath caught. “A week. But I keep... craving what I shouldn’t. I touched myself during mass.”

Silence.

Then a second presence shifted on the other side. Another door. Another curtain. Mingi.

“You’ll need to be punished for that,” he murmured, voice like a growl dragged through honey. “You came here knowing that, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you confessed, eyes lowering, heat pooling low in your belly. “I thought about both of you while doing it. While... kneeling in the pew.”

Yunho let out a low exhale. “You came in His house, using our names?”

You nodded. “Yes, Father.”

The storm cracked again, louder this time, as if God Himself was listening.

“You’ll kneel again,” Mingi said, voice dark and dripping with promise. “But not to pray.”

Yunho’s hand slid through the confessional slot, black leather glove tracing the edge of your chin. “Take off your clothes. Every single sinful layer. We want to see exactly what needs cleansing.”

You obeyed, fingers shaking. The storm raged louder. The candles flickered harder.

You were about to be purified. But not the way they teach in scripture.

The heavy wooden door behind the altar creaked open.

“Crawl,” Yunho commanded, voice gentle but firm as the storm roared outside.

The cold floor beneath your palms stung your knees as you moved, completely naked, crawling across the sacred space. The velvet curtain closed behind you with a hush, and when you lifted your eyes, you found a hidden room cloaked in candlelight. Not a storage chamber. A sanctum. A ritual space—meant for this.

In the center: a padded kneeler shaped like a cross, chains bolted into the floor, a leather flogger hung reverently beside a silver crucifix.

Mingi stepped forward, already slipping off his black clerical robe to reveal fitted black slacks, shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His belt hung loose in one hand, coiled like a serpent. His eyes were fire and shadow, brimstone beneath black lashes.

“You came here to suffer, didn’t you?” Mingi’s voice was ice through smoke. “Then present your punishment.”

Yunho stood behind you, his touch warm on your back, rubbing soothing circles as Mingi approached. “Deep breaths, angel. You’re doing so well,” Yunho murmured near your ear, brushing damp strands of hair from your face. “We’ll cleanse you together.”

You were guided over the cross-shaped bench. Leather cuffs were buckled around your wrists and ankles, spreading you open, exposing your dripping cunt and trembling thighs. The chains clinked as Mingi adjusted your position.

CRACK.

The first strike of the belt landed across your ass, sharp and searing. You cried out, gasping—but Yunho was there, cupping your face, whispering, “You’re okay. Breathe for me. That’s it.”

CRACK.

Again.

This time lower, snapping against the curve of your thighs. Mingi didn’t speak. His eyes said everything. You were his to punish. A filthy little sinner who begged for mercy with a wet pussy and eyes sparkling, full of lust.

“I can see it,” Mingi said, low and cruel. “You’re soaking the floor. You like being hurt in God’s house.”

CRACK.

The belt lashed between your legs, just shy of your folds. You sobbed, hips twitching against the restraints. Yunho kissed your temple that felt so warm, running gloved fingers over your flushed skin.

“Say it,” Yunho whispered. “Confess to both of us.”

“I... I love it,” you whimpered. “I love being used like this. Hurt for you…For Him.”

Mingi grinned, wicked and holy. He tossed the belt aside and reached between your legs, two fingers dragging through your lips with a filthy squelch.

“She’s dripping,” he said. “She deserves more.”

Without warning, he slid the two fingers into your pussy, rough and punishing, curling them with brutal precision on your g-spot while his palm spanked your clit. Hit after hit. You writhed, crying out, but Yunho cupped your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“You take it so well, my little lamb. So obedient. So needy for correction. You love this.”

“Please,” you sobbed. “More.”

Mingi chuckled darkly. “Oh, you’ll get more.”

He slipped in a third finger. Then a fourth.

Your pussy stretched tight around him, your body shaking. Yunho kissed you slowly, lovingly, even as Mingi's fingers brutalized you from behind—every thrust an act of holy damnation.

And still, the storm outside raged on, but you barely noticed it anymore.

You were caught in a different kind of divine fury.

Your body trembled against the leather cross, skin hot and glowing from the welts Mingi left behind. Tears slipped silently down your cheeks—not from pain, but from overwhelming need. Your pussy pulsed around nothing now, aching. Your ass cheeks throbbed. Your soul begged for release.

Yunho stood tall beside you, still immaculate, still wearing his gloves. The black leather glinted in the candlelight as he reached into the folds of his robe and pulled out something that made your breath catch: a string of rosary beads, obsidian and glistening with oil, dangling from his gloved fingers.

“This is the body of your punishment,” he murmured. “You will feel every sin… bead by bead.”

He brought the rosary between your thighs, dragging it through your pussy lips. Each bead glistening with your arousal. He didn’t speak again—just fed the beads inside you, slow and deliberate. One by one. Your cunt stretched and fluttered as each cold orb pushed deeper.

You moaned, low and desperate, but Mingi smirked behind you. “You sound like you want to cum already,” he said.

Yunho’s gloved hand lifted to your mouth. “Open.”

You obeyed instantly. The taste of leather filled your tongue as he pushed two fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, fucking your mouth gently with them.

“Suck like a good little penitent,” he whispered.

You moaned around the gloves, drool mixing with sweat as you licked and sucked. Your hips bucked involuntarily as Yunho twisted the rosary inside your pussy at the same time, tugging it back and forth, the beads rubbing directly against your sweet spot. His fingers dragging the beads inside you. Suddenly he pulls his fingers out.

Then your breath caught—Mingi’s hands spread your cheeks, and his tongue licked over your tightest hole. You cried out around Yunho’s fingers, nearly choking. Mingi growled against your ass, tongue thick and wet as it pushed inside you, curling and thrusting.

The double intrusion—beads stuffed in your cunt, Mingi tongue-fucking your ass, Yunho’s gloved fingers in your mouth—was too much.

Your body trembled. You were right there.

Yunho noticed. His other hand slid under you, circling your swollen clit with slow, cruel circles. “You want to cum, don’t you our little lamb?”

You nodded frantically, tears streaming down your face as you tried to rock against both of them. Mingi’s tongue drove deeper, his hands gripping your thighs with bruising force.

“Beg,” Yunho said simply, voice like velvet sin.

You pulled off his fingers, gasping, “Please, Father… I’ll be good, I swear. I need to cum—I’m so close.”

“You’ll cum when you’re clean,” Yunho said coldly, and pulled his fingers away from your clit just as your orgasm crested.

You screamed, body convulsing, but no release came.

Mingi pulled back from your ass, face flushed and glistening with your juices.

“Denied,” Yunho whispered. “Again.”

He pulled the beads from your cunt slowly, audibly, wet and obscene.

“Now,” he said, pressing the rosary to your lips, “you’ll taste what your sins feel like.”

You opened wide, lips wrapping around the beads soaked in your own arousal. You choked on the sensation. You were used. Denied. Dripping.

Your breath came in broken gasps, drool on your chin, thighs shaking from denial. The beads had been pulled from your mouth, your pussy, leaving you empty and desperate. But there was no salvation yet—only judgment.

Yunho lifted your chin, wiping your mouth with his gloved thumb, voice smooth as a sermon.

“You’re not cleansed… Not until you’ve bled.”

From a small black box beside the altar, Mingi pulled out a tall red candle, wax already softened and warm from its place near the flame. He held it up in the candlelight, the color of sacramental blood. You stared at it, heart pounding.

“You’ll say a prayer for every drop of wax that touches your skin,” Yunho instructed, stepping behind you now. “If you stutter, if you stop, if you scream—Mingi will punish you harder.”

You nodded weakly, still bound over the cross, chest heaving.

“Begin,” Mingi said darkly, tipping the candle over your breasts.

The first drop landed on your left nipple—hot, shocking, blinding.

“Our Father,” you gasped, shaking, “who art in Heaven…”

Another drop fell on the other nipple, sliding like molten blood down your skin.

“…h-hallowed be Thy name…”

CRACK.

Mingi’s flogger struck your thighs. “Don’t stutter. Again.”

“Our Father,” you moaned louder, voice shaking as wax dripped over the peaks of your breasts, pooling over your nipples like crimson tears. Each drop burned, hardened, marked you.

Yunho’s hand snaked between your thighs again, parting your lips—this time with a sharp smack across your soaked folds.

“Thy Kingdom come…”

SMACK.

He spanked your pussy again—harder. The pain made you clench. Your clit throbbed, your pussy dripping onto the floor.

“…Thy will be done…”

Mingi swung the flogger across your back, stripes blooming across your skin. You cried out, choking on the prayer, the words slurring now.

“…on… on Earth…”

“Like what?” Yunho hissed near your ear, his gloved fingers smearing wax around your burning nipples. “Say it.”

“…as it is in Heaven,” you sobbed.

You were trembling violently now—nipples raw from the wax, pussy swollen from the spankings. Your body was begging for any type of release. Every part of you tingled, raw and sensitive.

Yunho leaned closer, his voice a quiet damnation: “You’re so beautiful like this. Bloody, trembling, obedient. You belong to your Fathers, don’t you?”

“Yes… yes, Father,” you whispered, tears slipping down your cheeks, mingling with the sweat, the wax, the ache.

Mingi stepped in front of you now, fingers gripping the flogger's crucifix handle.

“Then beg us,” he growled, voice filled with power. “Beg us to take you.”

Your body quaked on the altar bench, marked in crimson wax and welts. Wax clung to your nipples and your inner thighs shimmered with sweat, glistening in the candlelight like some wicked offering. You could barely hold your head up, but you didn’t need to—because Yunho took it for you.

He stood behind you, moving slowly, deliberately, and lifted the rosary. You knew the weight of it now—what it meant in their hands. But this time… he didn’t thread it into your mouth or your pussy.

He wrapped it around your throat.

The beads tightened—cool and smooth against your fevered skin—each one pressing into your pulse as his gloved hand pulled it taut.

“You’ll hold your head up now, sweet lamb,” Yunho whispered darkly. “Look him in the eyes. Let him see what kind of little whore you are.”

Your breath hitched as the rosary choked off just enough air to make your thoughts float, your cunt clenched. You lifted your head, barely, only to meet Mingi’s eyes—burning, hungry, holy in the most sinful way.

He held the flogger like a relic of war, turning it in his hand until the crucifix handle gleamed.

Without breaking eye contact, he pressed the blunt edge of the cross against your entrance. It was warm from his grip, smooth, hard, and completely wrong in the most delicious way.

“You’re going to take it,” he growled, “because you’re already too far gone to be saved.”

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Mingi fucked the crucifix inside your pussy, the metal dragging over every overstimulated inch of your soaked core. You let out a broken moan—but Yunho’s hand tugged the rosary.

“No sound. Not unless we command it.”

You whimpered, tears spilling freely now, lips parted around air you couldn’t fully grasp.

The handle slid in deeper. Mingi rotated it, fucking it in short, firm strokes, watching your face contort—watching you break down inch by inch.

“You feel it, don’t you?” he taunted, voice rough and sharp. “You’re soaked all over the body of Christ. You want to cum all over His fucking cross.”

Your legs spasmed, thighs trembling, but you kept your eyes locked on his, desperate for more.

“I see it in your face,” Mingi hissed. “Right on the edge again.”

Yunho leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear as the rosary choked you tighter. “But you don’t get to cum. Not until we say so. Not until you’re crying and begging like the unholy little thing you are.”

The crucifix dragged along your g-spot, soaking wet now, squelching lewdly as Mingi fucked you harder with it. The sound of wet, raw need echoed in the chamber.

Yunho’s hand gripped the rosary tighter.

“Say it,” he whispered, voice barely more than a growl against your skin. “Say what you are.”

“I’m… I’m a filthy little sinner,” you gasped, breathless. “I want to be ruined. Used. Forgiven and… never saved.”

Mingi grinned. “You’re not ready for forgiveness yet. But you’ll pray for it.”

Another deep thrust. The cross disappeared inside you, your cunt fluttering around the shape of your guilt. Your orgasm teetered—right there, on the precipice—and again, they held you.

“You’ll stay right on the edge,” Yunho warned, loosening the beads around your throat. “Until your body begs God to end it for you.”

And still—Mingi fucked you. Slowly. Deeply. Eye contact unbroken.

This wasn’t a confession anymore.

It was your damnation.

The crucifix was pulled from your soaked cunt with a wet sound that echoed in the chamber—your body convulsing around the loss, pussy gaping, clenching at nothing, starving for what came next.

You were trembling, overstimulated, choked and raw. And yet, when Yunho’s gloved hand cupped your jaw and whispered, “Kneel,” you dropped instantly.

Your knees hit the stone floor in front of the altar, the rosary still coiled around your neck like a sacred collar. Your lips parted, pupils wide with lust and reverence. Your hands reached for balance, but they didn’t let you touch—no, this part was for your eyes.

Yunho stood before you, tall, unreadable, fingers sliding down the buttons of his clerical shirt. One by one, the fabric peeled away to reveal golden skin, cut muscle, that narrow waist you’d only imagined in your filthiest thoughts. His gloves stayed on.

Mingi stepped beside him, dragging off his shirt in one swift motion, letting it fall to the floor like a discarded robe. Broad chest heaving, abs tight, veins prominent on his arms as he unbuckled his belt, eyes locked on yours like a wolf about to feed.

And then—finally—they stepped out of their pants.

Your breath hitched.

Both of them stood there, naked, cocks thick, flushed, and already leaking with need.

Yunho’s was long, arching up toward his toned stomach, the head glistening with precum that slid down the shaft like holy oil. Mingi’s was wide and heavy, the kind that would ruin you, already twitching with anticipation, his balls tight and ready to burst.

“Look at you,” Yunho said lowly, his voice a hymn of damnation. “On your knees for your priests. Eyes wide. Mouth open.”

Precum dripped from both of their tips.

“You want to serve the body and blood?” Mingi sneered, slowly stroking himself as he stared down at you. “Prove your worth.”

Your tongue darted out instinctively.

Yunho stepped forward and gripped your hair, yanking your face up to meet his gaze. “Not yet. First, you watch. You watch us stroke what you’ve been begging for all night.”

Both men began to slowly touch their cocks—teasing you with every drag of their fists, spreading their precum. You could see it all: the slick sheen, the throbbing veins, the way Mingi’s cock bounced with each stroke. Yunho let his gloved thumb smear his precum around his pinkish head, his other hand still gripping your leash of rosary beads.

“Open your mouth,” Mingi commanded. “But you don’t get to taste.”

You opened wide, tongue out, drool stringing down your chin—desperate and obedient, so fucking filthy on your knees in a house of God.

They watched you fall apart, just from the sight of them. And still, they didn’t touch you.

They edged you with nothing but their bodies. Their moans. Their discipline. Their denial.

And it was only the beginning.

Your jaw ached from keeping your mouth open, tongue lolling out as you watched them stroke their cocks in front of your kneeling body. You were soaking wet, thighs trembling, your pussy still fluttering from being edged so brutally. But now—

Now they were ready to defile you.

Yunho moved first.

His hand twisted the rosary around your throat again, tugging your face closer to his cock. His length bobbed right in front of your mouth. His gloved hand wrapped tight around the base as he dragged the tip along your bottom lip.

“Take His blessing,” Yunho murmured, then thrust.

Your mouth was suddenly full—his cock stretching your lips wide as he fucked your throat without mercy. The rosary around your neck tightened with each snap of his hips, choking off your whimpers. Your eyes watered instantly, but you didn’t dare pull away.

Behind you, Mingi dropped to his knees, one hand spreading your ass while the other reached for the bottle of sacred oil—slick and glimmering like holy water.

You sobbed around Yunho’s cock as Mingi poured the cool lube over your ass, watching it drip down to your soaked pussy. His fingers were next—one, then two, then three, pumping into your tight hole, working you open for what he planned next.

“She’s swallowing you so deep, hyung,” Mingi growled. “Just look at her. Filthy fucking angel.”

You gagged, drool spilling down your chin and over your tits as Yunho grunted above you, cock shoved deep down your throat, his hips grinding.

“Her mouth’s a fucking chapel,” he snarled. “So tight. So willing.”

Mingi pushed his fingers deeper, twisting them inside your ass until your entire body trembled. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, and still your pussy gushed like you were blessed.

“Not yet,” Mingi whispered behind you, pulling his fingers out slowly, leaving you stretched and empty.

Yunho pulled his cock from your mouth, a long string of spit and precum still connecting you.

“Eyes on us,” he said.

They stood tall above you, cocks in hand, both stroking faster now. The moment was thick with heat, with sin, with that final breaking point—and you were at the center of it all, a kneeling offering, a soaked, gagging, trembling sinner ready to receive.

Mingi came first—a hot splash of cum streaking across your ass, dripping down between your cheeks and onto your abused pussy lips.

Then Yunho grunted low and dark, his hand tightening in your hair as he painted your face—hot, wet, powerful, marking your cheek, your lips, your tongue. You opened wide again, greedy, letting him coat your tongue with it.

“You’re ours now,” Yunho said, chest heaving. “Our sacred little whore.”

Mingi dragged his cock across your back, leaving streaks of cum along your spine as he whispered, “And you’ll take more. Because sinners like you don’t get saved… they get used.”

You were covered. Dripping.

And you had never felt holier.

You didn’t remember how you got to the altar—only that they lifted you together, as if you were some kind of offering, as if they were placing you where you belonged. The holy place. The center of their worship.

You were still soaked with cum, spit, wax, oil—but it didn’t matter.

You were far from finished.

Your wrists were bound to the corners of the altar with scarlet silk rope, stretched wide, your back arched off the cold marble. Your knees were lifted and bound open, fully exposed, fully offered. The rosary still circled your throat like a necklace of guilt.

Mingi stood at your feet. Yunho behind your head. Both naked. Both hard again.

“Before you’re cleansed,” Yunho said, voice calm and commanding, “you will confess everything.”

Mingi reached down, two fingers dragging through your folds before he pushed them into your pussy hard enough to make you jolt.

“Say it,” he growled. “Every filthy thought. Every sin.”

“I… I’ve touched myself during mass,” you whimpered.

Another thrust.

“I imagine your cocks while I’m on my knees…”

Mingi smiled darkly and replaced his fingers with the head of his cock—pressing it in just enough to stretch you open before freezing there.

Yunho’s hands grabbed your hips, his lubed cock sliding up the crease of your ass, pressing to your tight hole. Your breath hitched.

“Keep going,” he warned, the head teasing your entrance.

“I… I dream about you using me. At the altar. At your feet. I want to be ruined. I want everyone to know I belong to you.”

Both of them groaned—filthy, feral sounds.

“Then be cleansed.”

Yunho slammed his cock into your ass just as Mingi thrust deep into your pussy.

You screamed—choked by the rosary, overwhelmed, completely full.

You were split wide, your body stretched in both directions, both cocks moving slowly at first—filling you, molding you to them, dragging you toward the edge of madness.

The altar rocked beneath you.

Sweat dripped onto your skin. Moans filled the chamber like sacred chants. Their hands gripped your bound thighs, your waist, your breasts—possessing every inch of you.

“You’re so tight,” Yunho hissed, his cock pounding into your ass. “So perfect for sin.”

“She’s taking us both,” Mingi growled, fucking your pussy harder, faster. “Like a little church whore.”

The pain became pleasure. The pleasure became unbearable. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think.

Only feel.

Yunho leaned forward, lips near your ear. “Cum for us. Let your body break on this altar.”

“Let us fill you,” Mingi whispered against your lips. “And mark you again.”

Their pace quickened—slamming, punishing, relentless. Your body couldn’t hold it anymore.

With a cry, your orgasm shattered through you—your pussy clenching down, squirting uncontrollably, your ass spasming around Yunho’s cock. You screamed into the cathedral air as both men kept fucking you through it, riding your body as it convulsed, dripping down the altar steps.

Then Yunho came—hot and deep in your ass—groaning as he bit into your shoulder, marking your skin with his teeth.

Seconds later, Mingi thrust deep and held, cock pulsing as he filled your pussy, cum overflow dripping from you like sacred oil.

You were gasping.

Crying.

Trembling.

Empty and full all at once.

Marked.

Claimed.

Forgiven.

[yunh0hotteok]

spoiled rotten

[ J. Yunho ]

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summary: in which your boyfriend has become spoiled rotten and it’s all your fault

warnings: soft dom yunho, established relationship, oral fixation, praise kink, head pushing, possessive softness, semi public sex, shower sex

genre: smut

pairing: yunho x afab reader

word count: 1.1k

note: this was an anonymous request and i enjoyed writing it a little too much🤭

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Yunho was starting to realize he had a problem.

A very, very specific problem.

And it started the first time you got on your knees for him without being asked.

It had been a surprise, something spontaneous, playful, but he never quite recovered. After that, he needed it. Craved it. Like some part of him had unlocked and now he couldn’t close the door.

He was never mean about it. He wasn’t rough. If anything, it was worse, he was sweet, doting, grateful in a way that made your stomach twist. And every time your lips touched him, he whispered your name like a secret and held your head like he was praying.

It wasn’t just sex for him. It was worship.

And he wanted it everywhere.

It started that night in the studio. Just the two of you, past midnight, a track looping through the monitors while Yunho adjusted the mic. He had told Hongjoong he had a song he wanted to do himself for the next comeback. His hoodie sleeves were shoved to his elbows, neck flushed from hours of singing. You slipped in quietly, leaned on the wall, and watched him.

“Five minutes,” he muttered. “I just need one more take.” He was easily starting to see why Hongjoong and Mingi got so frustrated in the studio.

You crossed the room and dropped to your knees between his long legs without a word.

He blinked. “Baby…”

You looked up at him, innocent. “Don’t stop. I’ll be quiet.”

“Shit,” he whispered, eyeing the door to the studio. It was late, most were already home.

His hips lifted automatically, letting you pull his sweats down, his dick already half hard from the sight of you kneeling there like you belonged.

You licked slow, tracing the underside of his length and he had to hit pause on the recording mid breath.

“I’m never gonna finish this track,” he groaned, hand sliding into your hair. “Go on, baby. Take me.”

You did, slow, deep, tongue teasing, lips soft. He gripped the armrest with one hand and you with the other, guiding your rhythm like it hurt him not to thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” he whispered. “No one…. no one can take me like you do.”

You moaned around him and his hips jerked, thighs tightening under your palms. His breath hitched, ragged, and then he came with a deep, needy groan, fingers fisted in your hair as he pulsed hot down your throat.

You swallowed everything.

He stared at you, chest heaving. “I’m never finishing that song.”

You just smiled.

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Then it was the dance practice room.

You knew the rest of the guys had already called it a night when Yeosang dragged into the apartment.

“Where’s Yunho?” You furrowed your brows not seeing your boyfriend.

Yeosang tossed his hoodie onto the couch and started walking to the bathroom for a hot shower to soothe his aching muscles. “You know him. If he doesn’t perfect the choreography, he won’t stop until he does.”

So you went to the studio, the KQ building empty other than a few staff and security. You found him, shirtless, sweaty, sweatpants hanging low on his waist. He gripped a wet towel, wiping at his flushed face.

He noticed you in the mirrors, walking up behind him. And there was something about those mirrors….

“Fuck…” you had ended up on your knees of course, this time moaning and gagging as you let him just fuck out his frustrations with your mouth. He watched the reflection of you taking him through the mirrors and he swore it was the best thing he ever saw.

“So good to me…” his voice was breathless, deep, almost growling at the sight. “You should see how good you look….. mouth so fucking perfect…”

He came with a whimpering growl of your name and you swallowed every drop.

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Next came the gaming chair.

He was in the middle of a co op game, headset on, talking shit with San when you slid under the desk and tugged his shorts down. His dick was already hard, half from the adrenaline, half from how well he knew you.

“What the fuck…. hold on,” he choked. “I gotta mute….”

San was still talking, but Yunho’s hand was already in your hair, grip tightening, holding your head in place.

“You love doing this to me,” he said, voice low as you licked along the tip. “You wait until I can’t say no.”

You didn’t stop. You couldn’t. He tasted too good, and he looked even better, one hand white knuckled on the keyboard, the other flexing in your hair as he tried to pretend he wasn’t getting the best head of his life mid match.

“You’re insane,” he groaned. He took slight control, his hand that was free, still holding your head, making you gag on him just a little bit, you gasping for breath when he let you go.

He bit his lip, trying not to moan, and failed. You heard the headset disconnect with a frustrated noise before Yunho said, “Fuck it. They can lose without me.”

His hips bucked, and then he was pushing deeper, both hands now holding your head, gentle but insistent, a head pusher in the softest sense. “God….. yes, just like that…”

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The next morning, he returned the favor.

You were already in the shower, eyes closed under the spray, when he stepped in behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You spoil me,” he whispered into your neck. “Let me spoil you.”

You barely got the words out before you were pushed gently against the tile, and Yunho was on his knees for you. His hands slid up your thighs, spreading you open, and then he was licking into you like it was his last meal.

“Fucking heaven,” he moaned, voice vibrating against you. Your fingers tangled in his wet hair as he sucked your clit into his mouth, groaning when you gasped his name.

“Stay still,” he murmured, locking his arms around your thighs. “You’re not going anywhere.”

His tongue was merciless. Slow. Deep. He pushed two fingers inside and curled them just right, and when you started to tremble, he grinned.

“Give it to me, baby. Let me taste how good you feel…” his fingers were thrusting fast, curving, hitting that spot that if it weren’t for the shower mixing, the clear arousal squelching and sloshing with every thrust of his fingers would of been very noticeable.

You came against his mouth, loud and aching, and he kept going until you were a shivering mess under the shower, holding his head like he was the only thing keeping you from collapsing.

He made sure to kiss his way all the way up your body, the shower still spraying above you, and then his mouth crashed against your own, messy, wet, tasting you on his tongue.

You moaned into it.

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Later that day, he was on the couch, man spreading like a damn throne belonged to him, head tilted, hand down his shorts, lazily teasing himself. You had gone out with some friends and he was starting to get needy.

As soon as you made it back, stepping through the front door of the apartment, you didn’t even get a chance to say anything. He just looked at you with that damn puppy look and boba eyes, pleading.

You walked to him, dropping to your knees, pressing kisses to the insides of his thighs exposed from the basketball shorts he had on, before pulling him out. He was already leaking, twitching against your lips.

“Missed this mouth,” he said, eyes fluttering shut as you started to suck. “I live for this mouth…”

His fingers threaded into your hair again, soft but firm, guiding you as your lips stretched around him, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowed.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered. “Take it…. just like that, baby, you’re so good to me…” He groaned, loud and open mouthed, and then the front door once again opened.

Yeosang’s voice froze everything. “I got some kimchi from my…. OH MY GOD!”

You both looked up. Yunho didn’t flinch. You, mortified, froze mid motion over getting caught.

Yeosang was already halfway down the hall, one hand over his eyes. “THIS IS OUR LIVING ROOM…”

“Knock next time,” Yunho called casually, still stroking your jaw. “We’re busy.”

You heard Yeosang swear all the way to his bedroom, the door slamming shut behind him and a few minutes later loud muffled music could be heard.

Yunho just looked down at you, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “You didn’t stop.”

You blinked up at him, dazed.

He smiled, soft and warm and utterly in love.

“That’s my girl.”

Maybe you had been spoiling him a little too much….

Completely spoiled rotten.

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Leather made Mafia

Mafia Boss Yunho x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, two way mirror, squirting, over stimulation, edging, toy play, spanking, rough oral

Your wrists ache.

The cuffs bite into your skin, a sleek silver that gleams against the dark velvet of the chaise you’ve been thrown onto a few hours ago. The room is dim, bathed in the warm flicker of a fire that casts tall, hungry shadows across the walls. It smells like smoke, leather, and spice—danger dressed in luxury.

Then you hear him.

Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo over the marble floor. The door shuts with a whisper behind him. You lift your head, breath catching in your throat.

Jeong Yunho.

The mafia boss.

The ghost story whispered between rival families. And now, your captor.

He doesn’t speak.

Not yet.

He lets his presence devour the space first.

Black leather pants cling to his long legs, smooth and tight, molded to his thighs like a second skin. Each step makes the shine of his boots catch the light—glossed to perfection, thick-soled and deadly. The leather jacket he's wearing creaks faintly as he moves, heavy and expensive, the kind that smells like sex and violence.

He tilts his head, eyes flickering over your bound body, unhurried. His gaze makes you feel naked, even though you're still clothed—barely.

His voice finally cuts through the tension.

Low.

Rich.

Cruel even.

“Do you know what happens to spies who get caught in my territory, sweetheart?”

You swallow hard. Your heart hammers in your chest like a drum, but it's not just fear. It's the way he looks at you—like he’s interrogating you.

Yunho shrugs off his jacket and lets it drop behind him with a soft thud. Underneath, he wears a silk black shirt, buttons open just enough to reveal the carved lines of his collarbone, the smooth expanse of his chest. A silver chain glints against his throat.

He walks closer. His boots hit the floor with a rhythm that matches your rising pulse.

“You’ve been watching me for weeks. I let you.”
“And now?” you manage, voice trembling.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Now I get to return the favor.”

Yunho kneels beside the chaise, his hand gliding up your calf—slow, deliberate. His leather glove is still on, and the cool press of it against your warm skin makes you squirm.

“Don’t move unless I tell you to,” he murmurs, voice hot against your ankle.

His gloved hand pins your leg open, spreading you for his gaze. You suck in a sharp breath. He watches your face while he does it, enjoying your helplessness, the way your lips part, the way your body shudders.

Yunho brings your foot to his chest and presses it there, right over his heartbeat. The leather of his glove slides down your ankle, across your arch, down to your toes. Then, slowly—deliberately—he pulls the glove off with his teeth, eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re not afraid of me,” he says, voice dark silk. “Not yet. But you will be.”

He leans forward and places a kiss just above your knee. Another higher. Another, just below your hip. And then he looks up at you, eyes blazing.

“But first, you will beg.”

His breath ghosts over your inner thigh, and you flinch.

Yunho’s ungloved hand grips your hips hard enough to bruise. His skin melting into yours. The sound of his chuckle—low and condescending—makes your stomach twist. He smells like smoke and polished leather, and his eyes… his eyes burn into you like molten steel.

“That’s right,” he growls, “tremble for me.”

You try to pull your legs closed.

Instinct.

Bad idea.

He grabs your ankle and yanks it wide open, the metal cuff around your wrist biting deeper as your back arches from the force.

“You move without permission again, and I’ll strap you to the floor.”
He pauses, voice dipping lower.
“Would you like that, little spy? Face down on my marble, drooling on my boots while I fuck you?”

Your breath shatters.

He stands—slowly, deliberately—and drags your ankle up over his thick thigh. His leather pants squeak under the pressure, and now your leg is spread across him, helpless and exposed. You try to close your eyes but his gloved fingers grip your chin, forcing your gaze upward.

“Open them.”

He snaps.

“Look at me.”

You obey.

Yunho lifts your foot, presses it directly to the glossy shine of his right boot. The heat radiating from his body is almost overwhelming.

“See this?” he murmurs, grinding the toe of the boot against your soaked panties.
“That shine? That’s how I like my things—flawless. Controlled. Claimed.”

He slides the toe of his boot down, down, until it’s rubbing your clit through the thin fabric. Not soft. Not teasing. Firm. Dirty.

“Soaked already?” His voice turns mocking. “Pathetic.”

You moan—helpless, half-humiliated, half-thrilled. The pressure is just right, enough to make your hips jerk despite your restraints. He pushes harder, grinding the leather toe into you with brutal, perfect rhythm.

“Don’t you dare come,” Yunho snaps. “You’ll come when I say you can. Understand?”

You nod desperately, lips bitten raw from holding back the scream building in your throat.

He shoves your panties to the side with the sharp toe of his boot and lets the leather press against your bare folds—hot and slick. His expression doesn’t change. Cold. Focused. Dangerous.

“If you come, I’ll make you lick it off the floor.”

The pressure stops. You let out a whimper, aching, soaked, ruined.

“Beg for it.”

You hesitate.

CRACK.

His palm collides with your inner thigh—hard. The sting blooms instantly.

“Beg. Like the worthless spy you are.”

Your voice is barely more than a breath.

“Please, Yunho… I need it. I need you.”

He hums, pleased.

Then the boot returns. Harder this time. Deliberate, cruel strokes, toe grinding mercilessly over your swollen clit, while he watches your face like it’s his favorite painting. He leans in, one hand wrapping around your throat—not choking, just holding.

“Look at you,” he purrs, “all ruined by a boot. You think you’re in control of anything right now?”

You shake your head. Your thighs are shaking, slick dripping down your skin, pooling on his boot. You’re seconds away from coming.

“Hold it,” he growls.
“Don’t come.

Don’t.

You.

Fucking.

Come.”

Your breath is ragged. Your body burns. You grip the cuffs like a lifeline, trying—failing—to obey.

And then it happens.

Your hips jerk.

Your body spasms.

Too late.

You come.

Hard.

Without permission.

Helplessly screaming his name.

The moment the tremor dies out, his hand is in your hair, dragging your face down to the floor like a ragdoll. He steps forward, his boot now beside your cheek, gleaming with your cum.

“I told you not to. Look what you’ve done.”

He forces your chin to turn, positioning your lips at the toe of the boot.

“Clean it.”

You don’t hesitate.

Your tongue presses to the leather, slick and warm, licking your own orgasm from where he made you disgrace yourself.

“Good girl,” Yunho mutters, voice dark with heat. “Now get ready to do it again. But this time, you’ll ask permission. Or I’ll fuck your throat until you cry.”

The velvet of the chaise is ripped away from your back as Yunho hauls you up by the cuffs, dragging you across the room. You stumble, legs weak from orgasm, wrists still bound, body still throbbing from the boot grinding.

He’s silent now.

Silent in that terrifying way predators get when they’re about to devour.

The bedroom door opens with a push from his shoulder. It's cavernous, black marble floors, deep red curtains, and a massive bed like something out of a kingpin’s wet dream. Gold fixtures. Leather cuffs bolted into the headboard. Ropes. Chains. All prepared.

“On the bed,” he growls, yanking you by the wrist so hard you hit the mattress with a gasp.

You’re scrambling to your knees when he’s already at the bedside table—pulling out a pair of steel scissors, long and medical-grade.

He turns toward you, tilts his head, and snaps them open with a flick of his wrist.

“These clothes?” he asks, voice a silken threat. “You didn’t think you’d get to keep them, did you?”

You shake your head—too stunned to speak.

SNIP.

The blade slices through your top like it’s nothing, right between your breasts, splitting the fabric straight down. He rips it apart with a single tug, leaving your chest bare.

SNIP. SNIP.

Your panties don’t stand a chance. He doesn't even take them off—you feel the cool press of steel against your inner thigh, then hear the sharp, violent slice. The ruined fabric falls away and leaves you exposed, trembling.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So fucking pretty when you're helpless.”

He grabs your ankle and drags your leg toward the bedpost, securing it in a leather strap. The click of the buckle seals your fate. Your other leg follows—wide open, restrained, spread for him. Then your arms—cuffed to the headboard.

You’re bound, fully naked, legs open and shaking, wrists above your head.

And he’s still fully dressed.

Leather pants gripping every inch of those thick thighs. Boots polished and dark. Black silk shirt now open wider, hanging off his chest like he doesn’t even notice how good he looks. Because he does. He always does.

Yunho sits at the edge of the bed and just stares for a moment.

Then he spits on your pussy.

“This is mine now,” he says coldly. “I’ll take it when I want. Fill it. Break it. Worship it. Ruin it.”

His fingers slap against your clit—hard, wet, fast. No rhythm. Just cruel, shocking stimulation that sends your hips back and forth.

You cry out.

“No,” he snaps. “You don’t get to come again unless you earn it.”

He crawls up the bed slowly—boot dragging across the sheets, leather creaking, gaze locked on yours like he wants to burn through you.

Yunho settles between your thighs. Not naked. Not even undressed. His boots are pressed to your calves, legs spread wide, and you feel the unmistakable bulge of his cock beneath the leather. He’s rock-hard and still hasn’t even taken his belt off.

He leans down.

Kisses you once—cruelly soft—then speaks against your mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you now. You’re going to scream. You’re going to beg me to stop—and then beg me not to.”

You whimper.

He grabs his belt, unbuckles it with one sharp snap—and rips his cock free.

Thick.

Wet.

Already dripping precum.

Without warning, Yunho shoves into you, bottoming out in one brutal thrust that knocks the air from your lungs.

You cry out, wrists yanking at the cuffs, thighs burning from the stretch, but he doesn’t give you a second to adjust.

He fucks you like you’re a hole to own—deep, fast, cruel. The leather of his pants rubs against your skin, boots digging into the mattress on either side of your thighs, his cock splitting you open with merciless strokes.

“Say it,” he snarls.
“Say you’re mine.”
“Say this pussy belongs to your boss.”

Your moans break into sobs as he slams into you over and over, each thrust brutal, punishing, godlike.

“Say it, or I’ll stop.”

You pause.

Yunho stops. Slowly taking his drenched dick out just leaving the head at the entrance of your pussy lips.

You lose it.

“Y-You're my boss!” you cry. “Yours, fuck—Yunho, I’m yours!”

He grins—feral. Dark. Possessive.

“Good girl.”

Yunho slams into you.

But he still doesn’t let you come.

You can barely breathe.

Yunho’s hips are a blur above you, slamming into your soaked pussy with cruel, punishing strokes that make the headboard slam against the wall. You’re still bound, legs wide and trembling, arms tied tight above your head, and he’s fucking you like you belong to him—because you do now.

Your throat is raw from screaming. Your cunt’s dripping wet and twitching with every brutal thrust. But it’s not enough for him.

Not nearly enough.

He pulls out suddenly, cock wet, twitching and angry, and climbs off the bed. You’re panting, dazed, thighs shaking from the denial—but his boot slams onto the mattress beside your hip, bringing you back instantly.

“You think that was the worst of it?” he growls, voice dripping venom and heat.
“We’re just getting started.”

He disappears for only seconds, but when he returns, he’s carrying a box. When he opens it, your stomach drops.

Toys.

Mean ones.

A vibrating wand. Nipple clamps. A glass dildo. A riding crop.

And in his hand, a narrow leather paddle.

He slides it across your belly like a threat before tossing it aside for now. Instead, he pulls your body toward him, face-down this time, ass in the air, cheek pressed to the sheets.

“Count.”

The paddle cracks across your ass—hard, hot, deafening.

“One!”

Another. And another. The sting crawls under your skin like fire, blooming in red.

“Two—f-fuck—three!”

He growls behind you, grabs your cheeks with both hands, spreading them wide. Then you feel it—his hand on your pussy, bare and wet and throbbing.

SLAP.

Your whole body jolts.

SLAP.

SLAP.

Again. Again.

“Look at this mess,” he hisses. “Dripping all over my sheets and you haven’t even earned a fucking orgasm.”

Your clit’s throbbing, crying out for touch, but all he gives you are brutal flicks—just the tip of his finger, mean little slaps to your clit that make your hips jerk, unable to escape.

“Say you want me to torture it,” he says.

“P-please,” you sob. “Please torture my pussy, Yunho—please—”

He turns the wand on.

The moment it touches your clit, you scream. It’s too much—already so sensitive, and now the wand’s buzzing mercilessly into the most tender spot.

You squirm. He shoves his boot onto your back to keep you still.

“Take it.”

He slips a glass dildo into you—ice cold at first, then burning as your heat overtakes it. He twists it slowly, watching you unravel.

“Still want to come?”

“Y-yes—please—please—”

He clicks the wand off.

You sob.

Beg.

Whimper.

But Yunho just chuckles.

Then he grabs your hair, yanks your face up and shoves your body off the bed, onto your knees.

“Open your throat. I’m going to fuck your mouth like you’re just a hole for my cock.”

You don’t have time to prepare—he’s already stuffing it past your lips, deep, thick, heavy, and he doesn’t wait.

He slams into your throat—wet, messy, brutal. You gag. Your eyes water. Spit drips down your chin. But he only growls harder.

“Keep that tongue out—just like that—fuck, yes.”

He fucks your throat until your face is soaked, jaw aching, nose buried in his leather-clad hips. You’re moaning, choking, clenching your thighs—but he never lets go.

When he’s close, he pulls out, grabs your hair in a fist and jerks your face up to look at him.

“Open that filthy mouth.”

You do.

And with a feral growl, Yunho cums all over your face.

It hits your lips. Your chin. Your tongue. Thick, hot ropes painting your skin.

“Fuck yes…” he hisses. “Look at you. My perfect fucking toy.”

His thumb drags across your lips and pushes into your mouth, making you lick it clean. Every drop.

“Swallow it all, little slut.”

You do.

Shaking. Ruined. Owned.

And Yunho, still in his leather and boots, towering above you, eyes glowing with satisfaction, says only one thing as he drags you back to the bed:

“We’re not done. Not until you’re begging me to stop—and even then, I won’t.”

Your body can’t stop shaking.

You’re still on your knees, face slick with his cum, lips swollen from being throat-fucked raw. You can feel your pulse between your legs, your pussy fluttering even though it’s aching and overstimulated.

But Yunho doesn’t let you fall. He grabs you by the cuffs still locked on your wrists and drags you across the bed like a doll, tossing you onto your back. Your legs instinctively try to close—but he’s already there, spreading them again, strapping your thighs wide to the bedposts.

He doesn’t say a word.

He just reaches for the wand.

“Y-Yunho—please,” you pant. “I-I can’t—”

“You will,” he growls, eyes like fire. “You don’t decide when you’re done. I do.”

He clicks the wand back on and presses it straight to your clit.

Your scream is instant. Raw. Desperate. You twist against the restraints but he pins you down, his weight on your stomach, his boot pressed to your ribs as the toy buzzes violently against your sensitive nerves.

“You’re going to come until you’re crying,” he murmurs, brushing a hand over your cheek with cruel gentleness. “And then I’m going to open your ass.”

You’re already moaning, already coming again—without permission—hips bucking into the wand as tears spill down your cheeks.

“Did I say you could come?”

You shake your head, sobbing.

His hand comes down hard on your pussy, open-palmed.

SLAP.

Your whole body jolts.

“That’s two you owe me. If you hit three, I’ll tie you upside down and make you take this toy in both holes until you pass out.”

He throws the wand aside for now and flips you over—your face pressed to the sheets, ass high in the air, legs still strapped apart. You hear the unmistakable sound of a cap twisting open—lube.

“Relax for me, pretty thing,” he purrs darkly, voice thick with hunger. “You’re going to take it whether you’re ready or not—but I want you to enjoy it.”

You feel the slick pool of lube between your cheeks—cool at first, then warm as his fingers spread it over your hole. He teases it, circles it slowly, letting you squirm under him.

“So tight,” he murmurs. “Untouched huh? Not for long.”

One finger pushes in.

You gasp, hips twitching—but Yunho’s hand clamps down on your lower back, keeping you still.

Then two.

He scissors them, slow and rough, forcing you open around the thick intrusion. Your thighs shake. Your cunt clenches around nothing.

And then you feel it—a plug.

Thick. Heavy. Cool silicone.

He presses the tip to your hole.

“Breathe,” he commands. “And take it like a good fucking toy.”

He pushes it in—inch by inch—until the plug pops inside you, stretching you wide and leaving you filled. You moan into the sheets, pussy dripping again already.

“Look at you,” he hisses. “So full—and we haven’t even started. Looks like you like both holes.”

Yunho flips you back over. Your legs are still wide open, pussy and ass on display, plug glinting under the low light. His cock is hard again—raging, the tip flushed and already leaking.

“You’re going to come again. Right now. But only from this.”

He slaps the wand back on and jams it against your clit without mercy.

You scream.

Your body is a live wire—plugged, overstimulated, violated, soaked—and still, Yunho doesn’t stop. The pressure, the intensity, the way your pussy clenches even harder now that your ass is full—it’s too much.

But you can’t stop it.

You come.

Hard.

Violently.

“That’s three.”

He grins darkly and slaps your cunt again.

“Now I get to punish you.”

You're flat on your back, limbs still bound, the thick plug stretching your ass, your pussy twitching from the fourth orgasm that left your body limp. Your breath hitches in your throat as Yunho strokes his cock over your stomach, slow and possessive, smirking like a man who already knows what comes next.

“You know what makes a good pet?” he says softly, dragging his tip through your cum-slick folds.
“Obedience. And performance.”

He grabs your chin and tilts your head—toward the mirror that stretches across the far wall of the room. Huge. Dark. Cold.

You see yourself: flushed, messy, completely destroyed. But then—movement. Shapes. Figures.

Three of them. Tall men in suits. Leaning against the other side of the mirror.

Your breath catches.

“That’s right,” Yunho says with a grin, voice low in your ear. “They’re watching.”

“W-What?” Your voice is barely a whisper.

He chuckles darkly.

“My most trusted men. I told them to watch how their boss breaks in a new toy.”

You whimper—heart hammering, cunt clenching at the humiliation, the raw, unbearable knowledge that someone else is watching you be used like this.

Yunho pushes the plug deeper with one hand and brings the wand back with the other.

“Put on a show, sweetheart.”

He turns the wand on and presses it to your clit immediately—no warning. The stretch in your ass and the vibrations against your abused clit make your vision go white.

“Let them see how pretty you look when you come all over yourself.”

He doesn’t stop. Not even when you cry out. Not even when your thighs twitch and your hips jerk violently against the restraints.

“S-stop, Yunho—I-I can’t—! I feel weird!”

“Yes you can. You’re going to cum for me.”

Your stomach tightens. Your body convulses, unable to resist. The wand is unrelenting, his voice a hypnotic chain around your neck.

“Let go. Show them how perfect you are. Come for your boss.”

And then—

You squirt.

Your legs snap tight against the restraints, body shaking uncontrollably as a hot rush floods from between your legs, soaking his chest, the sheets, your thighs, everything. A scream tears out of your throat—raw and sobbing—as you squirt for the first time, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you.

Your eyes blur with tears. Your chest heaves. The overstimulation leaves you floating, breathless, sobbing from how deeply your body obeys him.

Yunho groans at the sight.

“Fuck… You soaked the bed and me.”

He finally drops the wand and leans in, cupping your face with one big, gloved hand—so tenderly it makes your throat ache.

“You did so well for me. So fucking perfect.”

You blink through the fog, still trembling.

“D-did they really… see me?”

He kisses your forehead.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purrs. “They never looked away.”

But he lies.

The mirror is one-way.
Only you and Yunho could see them.
They saw nothing.

He just wanted to watch you surrender. And you did.

Utterly. Completely. Gloriously.

“You’re mine now,” he murmurs, pulling the plug out slow while your body jolts at the sensation. “And I’ll keep breaking you until there’s nothing left but my good little toy.”

The sheets are soaked.

Your thighs are trembling, lips sticky with spit and Yunho’s last load, your pussy sore and still fluttering from the overstimulation. You lie there, dazed, fucked out—and yet, he’s still hard.

Still towering.

Still dressed in those black leather pants, the open silk shirt clinging to his abs, boots stained with your slick and the sweat of his control.

He stares down at you, tongue running across his bottom lip. Then his hands slowly go to his waistband.

“You want to worship something real?” he murmurs. “Then fucking look.”

You lift your head as his fingers pop the buttons on his shirt—one by one, slow and deliberate. It slides off his shoulders like a second skin, revealing the hard, sculpted body you’ve only felt until now. Smooth golden skin. Broad chest. Sharp collarbones and a trail of muscle leading down, down…

He drops the shirt.

Then reaches for his belt.

The clink of metal is obscene in the quiet. His pants loosen, leather sliding down over thick thighs, sculpted hips—until he’s fully naked.

And fuck—he’s beautiful.

His cock stands thick and veined, already glistening at the tip, heavy with a second load he hasn’t given you yet. His body is a weapon—crafted and brutal—and he knows exactly how you’re looking at him.

“On your knees,” he commands. “Mouth open. You don’t get to touch. Just serve.”

You crawl—weak, shaking, completely bare—and kneel before him, eyes wide, mouth already parted like instinct.

He grabs your hair and slaps the head of his cock against your tongue, smearing precum across your lips.

“Look at that,” he mutters. “Such a good little cumrag. Already drooling.”

He feeds you the tip—slowly, letting you taste every inch—then shoves in deep, until your nose is pressed to his lower stomach and your throat is full.

You gag. He moans.

“That’s it. No hands. Just take it. Take your boss’s cock.”

He pulls out halfway, then slams in again. Harder. Rougher. Meaner.

Your eyes roll. Spit leaks down your chin. He uses your throat like a hole—nothing but a place to dump every dark urge inside him.

“You’re so much better like this. Not thinking. Not talking. Just swallowing.”

He fists your hair and starts fucking your face, brutal and fast, hips snapping forward while your mouth stretches wide around him. His balls slap your chin. Your jaw aches. Your eyes are glassy with tears.

And he loves it.

“Look at this mess,” he snarls, glancing down at you—drooling, moaning around his cock, tears streaking your ruined face. “My perfect fucking cocksleeve.”

You moan around him, desperate for him to come—desperate to be marked again.

“You want it?” he growls. “Want me to paint your face again?”

You nod, choking on him.

“Then fucking beg.”

He pulls out and slaps his cock against your cheek, smearing your face with spit and precum. You’re gasping, tongue out, lips parted like a toy made just to take it.

“Please, Yunho,” you whimper. “Please cum on my face—want it, need it, please—”

He grunts—hand tightening in your hair as he jerks himself fast, standing over you like a god, sweat dripping from his chest, abs flexing.

And then—

Hot ropes of cum shoot across your cheek. Your mouth. Your lips. One shot lands across your tongue, and you moan as you lick it up without being told.

“Fuck yes…” he breathes. “Look at you—drenched. Face full. Just how I want you.”

He strokes himself slower now, watching you lick the mess from your lips and swallow it, obedient and wrecked.

“Clean my cock,” he whispers.

You do—lips wrapping around the tip again, tongue dragging over every inch, every vein, tasting every last drop while he moans above you.

When you finish, he pulls you close, resting your cheek against his thigh, stroking your hair like a reward.

“Good girl.”

Yunho’s fingers slide down your face, dragging his cum across your lips as you suck it from his fingertips. He watches you, eyes dark, jaw set, chest heaving.

“You really want it now?”
“You want that ruined little pussy stuffed full of my cock until you can’t walk?”

You nod—fucking desperate. Aching. Starving.

“Say it.”

Your voice is a broken whisper.

“I want your cock. I want you to fuck me so hard I scream. Please, Yunho, please—I need it—need you inside me.”

His eyes flicker with something dangerous. And then he moves.

He shoves you down onto the bed—face first, ass up—and rips the restraints off your ankles like they’re nothing. His hands dig into your hips, yanking you back so hard your knees nearly lift off the bed.

“I’m not fucking you like a lover,” he growls.

“I’m fucking you like you’re mine.”

You barely have time to breathe before he slams into your pussy with no warning.

“Fuck—!” you scream, back arching violently.

His cock fills you to the hilt in one brutal thrust, stretching you open, deeper than anything you’ve taken all night.

He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t stop.

Yunho fucks you with every ounce of power in his body—hips snapping forward, cock pounding into your cunt with savage rhythm. Your ass bounces with each slap of skin. The sound is obscene. The bed groans beneath you.

“Listen to it,” he snarls. “Listen to your greedy little pussy take it.”

You’re babbling now—nonsensical, mindless, drooling into the sheets while he ruins you from behind. His hands slap your ass, spreading you wider, using you like you were made to be mounted.

“Fucking perfect. Tight little hole made just for me.”

He reaches forward and wraps his hand around your throat, dragging you upright against his chest, never once pulling out.

“Say it,” he breathes against your ear. “Say you were made for my cock.”

“I—I was—fuck—made for you, Yunho—I was only made to fit you, fit your cock inside me—“

His free hand slides between your legs and slaps your clit, making your whole body jolt.

“Come on it,” he growls. “Soak me. Ruin the sheets.”

And when he leans down—mouth at your ear, voice pure command—you shatter.

“Scream for your boss.”

You explode—cunt clenching violently, juices flooding down your thighs, eyes rolling back. You scream his name like a prayer, body convulsing around his cock.

But Yunho doesn’t stop.

He fucks you through it, relentless, brutal, grunting behind you as your pussy tightens around him again and again. You’re sobbing, overstimulated, every nerve raw—but he holds you there, impaled on his cock like you’re just his personal toy.

“That’s it… Come again.”

You do.
You don’t mean to, but you do.

Another orgasm crashes through you like a wave, this time so intense you squirt again, legs shaking, body collapsing—but Yunho holds you upright, keeps fucking you, keeps using you.

Until finally—with a snarl and a growl ripped from his chest—he thrusts deep and comes inside you.

Thick.

Endless.

Hot.

You feel it.

You feel it flood you, drip out around him, coat your thighs. He doesn’t pull out. He just holds you there—his cock still buried in your pussy, twitching as you both breathe like animals.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder. “Now you’re marked where it counts.”

[yunh0hotteok]

Rope Burns burning deep with desire

Dom Woo x Switch Yeo x Sub San

Warning: Rope play, penetration, edging, ice play, toys, multiple cum shots, whimpering, begging, degrading, double penetrating

The car ride home is sleek and quiet, city lights flickering through tinted windows. San sits in the back seat between Wooyoung and Yeosang, his posture perfect but only because he has to be. Underneath his fitted black suit, every movement reminds him of the rope wrapped around his body—twisting around his thighs, cinching his waist, even split between his cheeks.

His cock is semi-hard, trapped and pulsing where the rope knots press just right. A bead of sweat trails down the back of his neck despite the cool air.

Wooyoung notices.

“Can’t sit still, baby?” Wooyoung whispers low, his voice a slash of heat against San’s ear. He lets his hand rest just above San’s knee, fingers moving slow and teasing, brushing the seam of his pants.

Yeosang leans closer on the other side, cool and composed, but there’s a glint in his eye. “You’ve been so good tonight. Silent. Obedient. All tied up under that pretty suit like our secret little gift.”

San lets out a breathy whimper, trying not to squirm—but the car hits a small bump, and the rope shifts just enough that he gasps.

“Mm,” Wooyoung chuckles. “Did that hit your prostate, sweetheart?”

Yeosang’s hand slides over San’s lap, palm pressed, applying pressure. “You’re leaking through the ropes already, aren’t you?”

San bites his lip and nods, trembling.

The second the front door closes, Wooyoung presses San against it. His mouth crashes into San’s, rough and claiming, while Yeosang calmly undoes San’s tie and unbuttons the top of his shirt.

“Keep your hands at your sides. Don’t move unless we tell you,” Yeosang murmurs.

San obeys instantly, trembling as the two of them strip him slowly. His jacket falls. His shirt peels away to reveal red marks and perfect ropes coiled tightly against his skin, accentuating every dip and muscle.

Wooyoung steps back to admire him, licking his lips. “Fuck. You wore this all night? Knowing no one else could see it but us?”

“Such a dirty little thing,” Yeosang says, tracing one of the knots on San’s lower belly. “We should leave the rope on for now. I want to fuck him while it digs deeper.”

San whines, legs nearly buckling.

“Get on your knees,” Wooyoung snaps, unzipping his own pants.

San drops instantly. Rope shifts. His cock throbs. He moans softly, already opening his mouth.

Yeosang watches from above, hands in his pockets, slowly stroking himself through his pants. “You can suck him, Sannie. But don’t you dare come.”

Wooyoung slides in deep, and San chokes a little, eyes fluttering. Each thrust rocks the rope against him again, pleasure building sharp and unforgiving.

They don’t even make it to the bedroom. Wooyoung pulls out and shoves San onto the floor.

Yeosang kneels beside him, fingers trailing along the rope harness. “Still dry?” he murmurs. “Or did you make a mess already?”

San’s too far gone to answer. Whimpering. Hips twitching.

Yeosang removes San’s pants but leaves the rope intact, twisted over his cock and ass like a personal cage. Then, he pulls a small bullet vibrator from his pocket.

“I told you I brought a surprise,” he says, voice soft and evil. “Let’s see how long you last with this inside you.”

San cries out when Yeosang presses it in slowly, ropes pressing harder, tighter.

Wooyoung straddles his chest, cock dripping, leaning over with a smirk. “Open wide again, baby. We’re just getting started.”

San is shaking on the floor, flushed pink and soaked in sweat, chest heaving with each shallow breath. The rope is biting into him just enough to leave marks they’ll all admire later. His cock is pulsing, straining through the bindings. The vibrator is still humming softly deep inside him, and he’s drooling on Wooyoung’s thigh from being fucked nearly senseless.

But they’re not done.

Yeosang’s the one who starts to undo the first knot, slow and meticulous. He drags his fingers along San’s abdomen as he works, nails scratching lightly over the indentations the rope has made.

Wooyoung stands and disappears for a moment, then comes back holding an ice bucket. He grins wickedly, tossing a cube between his fingers.

“You wanna cool off, baby?” he murmurs, kneeling beside San and pressing the ice cube to his flushed nipple.

San screams.

His back arches, thighs trembling, drool slipping down his chin. His bound cock jerks violently at the sudden cold.

Yeosang smirks. “Oh, he liked that.”

Wooyoung twists the ice over San’s nipple, then trails it down the curve of his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps and shivers in its wake. He swaps to the other nipple, pinching and icing it until it's stiff and aching.

“Please—” San moans. “I—I c-can’t…”

“You can,” Yeosang purrs, finally removing the rope from around San’s chest and shoulders. “You want to be unwrapped? You have to earn it.”

San nods, desperate.

Wooyoung slips the cube lower—over San’s belly, down to where the rope still coils around his cock. He presses it right to the head, watching the way San’s whole body tenses, hips lifting off the ground.

“You’re dripping so much,” Wooyoung whispers. “Your cock’s so hard it’s twitching like it’s about to come from just this.”

He holds the ice there longer, smirking at San’s high-pitched cry, then finally lets it slide down, gliding over the shaft and into the ropes near his balls.

Yeosang’s undoing the loops around San’s thighs now, moving slower, sensual. He kisses each red groove left by the rope, tongue dragging over the tender flesh.

“Ready for more?” Yeosang asks as he reaches into the ice again.

San can barely answer. Just nods, whimpering.

Wooyoung pulls the vibrator out from inside him with a wet pop, watching San twitch and clench from the loss. Yeosang takes a fresh cube and gently pushes it inside him—just a little at first, then more—until San gasps, full of ice and shaking, ass clenching tightly.

“Keep it in,” Yeosang orders, voice low and strict. “Don’t let it fall out. Or we’ll start all over.”

Wooyoung is back to untying him now, this time working on the rope around San’s cock. He’s slow. Torturously slow. Letting each movement tug the rope just a bit—dragging it over sensitive skin, grazing the slit.

“You’re not coming until I say so,” Wooyoung growls, licking a stripe up San’s shaft once it's finally free, “but you’re going to suffer for it first.”

San moans louder, body quivering as the ice melts inside him, cold water trickling out around his rim and down his thighs. Yeosang presses two fingers in with the ice, fucking it deeper.

“I think you like this,” he murmurs, biting San’s thigh. “You’re such a little slut for pain and pleasure.”

“Let us finish unwrapping you,” Wooyoung coos, “so we can ruin you properly.”

San is almost completely untied now, save for the ropes still wrapped loosely around his thighs—decorative at this point, but a reminder of the torment they brought. His skin is glistening, his body a mess of bite marks, bruises, and melted ice. His cock is flushed, red, leaking pathetically onto his stomach, and his hole is twitching, clenching around nothing now that the ice has melted and trickled out in rivulets.

But the way he moans when he sees Yeosang drop to his knees over him—legs straddling his waist, cock thick and hard and already wet from being teased—it’s pure submission.

And then Wooyoung steps behind Yeosang.

San watches, breathless.

“Stay still, baby,” Wooyoung says, voice sharp with command as he spits into his hand, slicking Yeosang up. “You get to feel everything.”

He presses his cock to Yeosang’s ass and pushes in, slow but merciless, his hands digging into Yeosang’s hips as he bottoms out.

Yeosang throws his head back, moaning deep in his chest—and San feels it. Feels the tremble in Yeosang’s thighs where they bracket his waist. Feels the way Yeosang’s cock twitches and leaks right over his stomach, rubbing against San’s own aching length.

“F-Fuck—” San whimpers, voice breaking. “Please…”

Yeosang opens his eyes, dazed but grinning, and starts grinding down—his slick cock sliding against San’s, hot and sticky.

“You like this?” Yeosang pants, voice breaking as Wooyoung starts thrusting into him. “You like feeling me get fucked right on top of you?”

San sobs. “Yes, yes, yes—please—”

Each of Wooyoung’s thrusts jolts Yeosang’s body, and it drives his cock harder against San’s, their tips rubbing, precum smearing between them. It’s too much. It’s not enough.

Then Yeosang shifts.

And without warning, he grips San’s cock and lines his own up to San’s twitching, slick hole.

San screams.

Yeosang pushes in slow, his own body trembling as Wooyoung fucks him from behind, forcing his cock deeper into San with every thrust.

“Oh my fucking god,” San cries, voice ragged, “I—I can’t—I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna take it,” Wooyoung snarls, fucking harder now. “You’re gonna take both of us. You wanted this.”

Yeosang is panting, halfway between a moan and a whimper, body getting rocked forward and back as he thrusts into San in time with the rhythm Wooyoung sets.

San is wrecked.

Pinned under Yeosang, who’s being brutally fucked from behind by Wooyoung, San can’t even tell where one of them ends and the other begins. He’s being fucked through Yeosang—every thrust from Wooyoung pushes Yeosang deeper into him, stretching him wide and making him see stars.

His legs tremble uncontrollably. His cock is untouched, rubbing helplessly against Yeosang’s abs, leaking so much that slick noises fill the air.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” Wooyoung groans, sweat dripping down his face as he slams into Yeosang. “Tears on your face, hole stretched open. Ruined.”

“Ruin me,” San chokes out. “Please. Don’t stop. I want it—I want it—!”

Yeosang leans down, mouth crashing onto San’s in a brutal kiss, his moans swallowed between their lips as he keeps fucking him, pace erratic from the double pleasure of being taken and giving at once.

San’s thighs are twitching. His hole is fluttering around Yeosang’s cock. His cock is throbbing, untouched, so close he can taste it.

“Don’t you dare come,” Wooyoung growls, grabbing San’s throat. “You’ll wait until we fill you up.”

San’s barely hanging on. His body is shaking, back arched, mouth open in a silent scream as Yeosang fucks him through the overstimulation. He’s trembling, begging, just waiting for permission—for release—but none comes.

“Yeo—Yeosang, please, I’m so close, I need it—need it so bad—”

But Yeosang’s already tipping over the edge.

With a long groan, his hips stutter, cock buried to the hilt inside San’s fluttering hole—and then he comes, hot and deep. San feels the flood, the way Yeosang’s cum spills inside him, the heat of it blooming in his overstretched ass.

And still—still—he isn’t allowed to come.

Yeosang collapses on top of him, panting, his breath hot against San’s cheek. Wooyoung doesn’t give them a second to recover.

“Get the fuck off him,” he growls, yanking Yeosang back by the hair and tossing him aside.

He grabs San by the hips, fingers digging into bruised skin, and with no hesitation—none—shoves his cock straight into San’s messy, dripping hole.

San screams. He’s raw, already stretched, slick with Yeosang’s cum—and Wooyoung just pounds into it.

“Fucking filthy, letting him come inside you like that,” Wooyoung snarls, fucking him deep, each thrust punching a moan out of San’s throat. “Now you’re gonna take me. Take more.”

His hand wraps around San’s throat, cutting off his air, while his hips slam into him, fast and brutal.

San’s cock jumps, twitching hard against his belly, precum smearing across his stomach in sticky ribbons. He’s choking, crying, being split open, filled again, and still—he can’t come.

“You’ll wait,” Wooyoung hisses against his ear. “You’ll wait until Yeosang fills your throat while I fill your hole. You don’t get to come until you’re used.”

Yeosang groans from beside them, already panting again. “Fuck… San…”

Cock already stiffening back to life. He straddles San’s chest this time, facing away, ass hovering right over San’s mouth.

“Eat me,” Yeosang orders, voice hoarse, “while he fucks you. Make me come again with your mouth.”

San sobs, his face flushed, but opens wide—tongue darting out, licking along Yeosang’s crack until he reaches the tight, sensitive ring of his hole.

“Good boy,” Yeosang moans, lowering himself down slowly.

San eats him out desperately—his tongue writhing, licking, pushing inside as best he can while Wooyoung slams into him from behind, choking him, fucking him into the floor.

The sex is overwhelming—his tongue buried in Yeosang’s ass, his own cock neglected and leaking, his hole dripping cum while Wooyoung wrecks him deeper than either of them ever have.

And Yeosang is moaning loudly now, riding San’s face, one hand stroking San’s cock in slick, fast motions.

“I’m gonna come again,” he groans, grinding down harder on San’s tongue. “Don’t you dare stop.”

San can’t stop. He’s too far gone. Wooyoung’s grip tightens around his throat, cutting off every breath, every sound, until the pressure explodes—

Yeosang comes again, splashing across San’s chest and face, and that’s all it takes.

Wooyoung shouts his release, hips jerking as he fills San’s raw, dripping hole. And finally—

Finally—

“Come for us, baby,” Wooyoung growls, letting go of San’s throat. “Now.”

San screams.

His whole body tenses, then shatters—cum spurting thick and hot across his own chest, mixing with Yeosang’s, his vision going white as pleasure crashes through him in brutal, blinding waves.

But they’re not done.

Moving to the bedroom

San whimpered as the last of the lace was tied around his thighs, pink and shimmering under the soft, dim light of the room. His wrists were bound above his head to the headboard, delicate silk threaded between his fingers and secured in sweet little bows. Every inch of him looked like a gift—like he’d been dressed up just to be ruined.

"Look at you," Wooyoung murmured, eyes glinting as he slid a palm up San’s trembling thigh. “Our pretty little thing. You were made for this, weren’t you?”

Yeosang sat between San’s legs, spreading them wider with steady, possessive hands. San gasped as cool air kissed his exposed, sensitive hole—already fluttering from anticipation. His back arched against the bed, muscles straining slightly in the restraints as his eyes flickered between them, pupils blown wide, lips bitten pink.

“Say it,” Yeosang said, voice low and commanding. His fingers ghosted over San’s entrance but didn’t push in yet. “Tell us who you belong to.”

“You—both of you,” San gasped out, breathless, needy. “Yours—please, I’m yours.”

“Good boy,” Wooyoung purred, leaning down to press a wet kiss just below San’s belly button, letting his tongue drag slow and teasing along his trembling skin. “Such a sweet little slut. Always ready to be used.”

Yeosang slid one finger inside slowly, watching San’s face twist in pleasure as he worked it in deep. Then two—scissoring gently, stretching him open. “So fucking tight,” he muttered, leaning closer, lips brushing San’s inner thigh. “You like being opened up like this? Legs spread, hole aching?”

San moaned, head tossing against the pillows. “Y-Yes, yes—more, please, please—”

Wooyoung grabbed San’s chin, turning his flushed face up to meet his gaze. “Look at me when we’re fingering your needy little hole, baby. We want to see your eyes while we wreck you.”

San blinked up at him, dazed and panting, as Yeosang added a third finger—stretching him wide, fucking into him slow and deep while Wooyoung watched every twitch of his body. San was a vision: lace bows trembling on his skin, wrists bound and helpless, hole stretched and dripping around Yeosang’s fingers.

“You're such a good cumslut,” Wooyoung whispered, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Gonna milk our fingers, beg for it. And then you’re gonna clean up every last drop, aren’t you?”

Yeosang curled his fingers, hitting that spot that made San sob, his thighs shaking. “Say it, San,” he murmured darkly. “Say you want our cum in your hole. Say you’ll eat it like the filthy pet you are.”

San’s voice broke with a needy cry. “I want it—I want all of it, please—fill me up, use me, I’ll clean it—I’ll be good, I swear—!”

San was shaking—moaning incoherently through bitten lips, his wrists still bound in bows that tugged with every helpless thrust of his hips. His thighs trembled, spread wide, held in place by Yeosang's hands gripping his ankles. His hole, already stretched from their fingers, throbbed with need, aching for more—aching to be filled.

“Please,” he whimpered, voice hoarse, eyes glossy with tears. “Want you both inside—want to be full, stuffed—please, please—”

Wooyoung grinned like a devil, stroking himself slowly as he watched San fall apart. “So fucking desperate. You hear that, Sang? Our baby’s begging to be ruined.”

Yeosang was already lining himself up, one hand pressing San’s thigh down, the other stroking over his belly. “Hold on, baby. We’re gonna split you open.”

The first push of Yeosang’s cock made San gasp—long, low, his spine arching beautifully as he took the length inch by inch. He felt so full, so stretched—and then Wooyoung was behind him, hands gripping his hips, cock slick and hard, teasing San’s hole alongside Yeosang’s.

“You’re gonna take us both,” Wooyoung growled into his ear. “You’re gonna let us wreck this pretty hole and then lick every drop of our cum out like the good little cumslut you are.”

San sobbed. “Yes—yes please—want to feel it, I want to taste it—!”

The stretch was brutal, overwhelming—Yeosang already deep inside as Wooyoung pushed in beside him, inch by inch, until San was completely stuffed. His hole stretched far beyond its limit, his walls clenching desperately around both cocks as the two of them began to move—slow at first, syncing up, then faster, harder, deeper.

“You’re shaking,” Yeosang murmured, sweat dripping down his chest as he watched San unravel. “Look at you. Completely wrecked. Our pretty little lace doll.”

Wooyoung was relentless—gripping San’s hips, slamming into him with gritted teeth, growling low curses. “Gonna cum in this hole. Gonna watch it leak out of you. Then you’re gonna clean us up with that slutty little mouth, aren’t you, baby?”

San cried out—head tossed back, mouth open, drool slipping from his lips. “Yes! Fill me—fuck, fill me up, make me messy—please!”

It didn’t take long—San’s tight body milked them both, squeezed and fluttered, trembling as they each groaned and thrust one final time. Cum poured into him, hot and thick, spilling out around their cocks, dripping down onto the sheets. He was a mess—used, stretched.

They pulled out slowly, watching their cum ooze from his hole. San whimpered, hips twitching at the emptiness.

“Open that mouth, sweetheart,” Yeosang said softly but firmly, dragging two fingers through the cum that leaked from his wrecked hole. “Time to taste what a good toy you are.”

Wooyoung smirked, already gathering more from his skin. “Eat it up, baby. Every drop. Show us how grateful you are.”

San moaned, lips wrapping around their fingers one by one, licking up their cum, sucking it clean while his own release dripped untouched down his belly. Whining. Desperate. Starved for more.

[yunh0hotteok]

AND THE WEDDING RING STAYS ON!

[yunh0hotteok]

🍋 Lemon Drop Fever 🍋

Yunho x Reader

The warehouse studio buzzed with controlled chaos—staff weaving between light rigs, citrus-themed props being wheeled in on carts, and stylists doing final touch-ups. You adjusted your headset, eyes scanning the vibrant set dressed in yellow haze, golden reflections, and an oversized lemon slice chair that looked far too cheeky to be a coincidence.

From behind you, someone cleared their throat.

“Do you think the lemon juice dripping down my hand should fall fast, or more like… slow and sticky?”

You turned—and there he was.
Yunho.
Dressed in loose, pale linen and cropped mesh, collarbones glinting with moisture under the lights, his dark hair just messy enough to be styled.

You tried to play it cool, despite the way your pulse jumped at the very deliberate curl of his fingers around the lemon in question.

“Slow and sticky,” you replied, your voice almost catching. “It’s called Lemon Drop, not lemon splash.”

He laughed low, biting his lip. “Copy that.”

-On Set-

Director: “Alright! Cue beat. Scene four. Lemon squeeze. And… action!”

Yunho walked forward, camera tracking his movements. A haze of summer heat painted across his skin, his shirt slightly sheer now from sweat. The camera zoomed in—tight—on his hands as he picked up a halved lemon.

The grip was deliberate.
Fingers sank into the rind.
Knuckles flexed.
And then—juice.

Sticky, golden liquid slid over his hand in slow, glistening rivulets. Down his wrist. Over his veins.

The camera lingered.

You did too.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away as he repeated the motion—this time slower, as if teasing the lemon itself. Your headset buzzed with someone’s voice, but all you could hear was the squelch of citrus, the slick trail it left behind on Yunho’s hand.

He looked up once—straight into the lens—and smirked.

He caught you backstage while the others prepped for a group dance cut. You were wiping your forehead with the back of your wrist, trying to breathe some cool air in.

“Lemon juice,” he said, holding out his hand. It still glistened faintly.

You stared at it.

“Want to taste?” he joked, biting back a grin.

You blinked. “Are you flirting, or just drunk on citric acid?”

He stepped closer. “A little of both. But mostly, I just wanted to see if it was your idea to shoot it that way.”

You didn’t answer—just plucked the lemon rind from his fingers, slowly licking your lips as you looked up at him.

“Sweet or sour?” he asked.

You tilted your head. “Depends how hard you squeeze…”. Yunho looked at you in a daze but somewhat surprised.

You escape to grab something from the prop table, trying to cool down and refocus. That’s when you hear the door behind you click shut.

“Am I doing the lemon thing right?” Yunho asks from behind.

You turn. He’s close.

You stammer, “You… you’re killing the lemon thing.”

He smiles, moving closer until you’re almost backed into the table. His fingers are still stained yellow, sticky with juice. He brushes a strand of hair from your face—and his fingers graze your cheek.

“I think you like it too much.”

You whisper, “And if I do?”

He pauses.

“Then I’m gonna have to make sure you taste it. From me.”

His hand cups your jaw. Your breath catches.

He leans in slowly. Not kissing you—just brushing his lips near yours, close enough for the scent of lemon and sweat to mix on his skin. It’s sweet. Tart. Addicting.

Then he pulls back.

“Next scene,” he winks. “I want you watching close.”

-Next Scene-

You’re sweating. The boys are mid-dance now, soaked in heat and movement. The lemon props glisten under hot lights.

Yunho throws himself into it—shirt sticking to his chest, a smear of juice still on his collarbone. His gaze flicks to you mid-routine and your knees nearly buckle.

The set clears.

“Final solo shot,” the director says.

Yunho walks to the camera, sits on the lemon slice prop, and picks up another half.

He squeezes it—slow. It drips over his hand. Then he lifts that same hand to his neck… and lets it trail down his throat.

You audibly gasp.

He grins.

The shoot wraps. Everyone’s laughing, chattering, grabbing water bottles. You head to the storage area, trying to breathe. Your nerves are buzzing, arousal coiled low in your belly.

Then Yunho finds you again.

He presses you gently against the metal shelving and kisses you—soft, lingering, desperate.

“I’ve been tasting lemon all day,” he whispers against your lips, “but I think I’ve found something sweeter.”

His mouth trails down your neck. His sticky fingers tug at your waistband. You gasp as his tongue swipes the space beneath your jaw—he hums like he’s been starved.

“You want sweet or sour?” he asks lowly.

You arch toward him. “Both.”

The heavy door clicks shut behind Yunho, and you hear the echo of your breath catching in the silence.

You don’t speak.

You don’t need to.

He steps closer until your back hits a wall of stacked props—foam citrus wedges and plastic crates. His chest brushes yours, the fabric of his lemon-juice-damp shirt catching your hardened nipples through your top.

"You’ve been watching me all day," he murmurs, dragging his juice-slick fingers down your arm. "Watching my hands. Thinking about what they could do to you?"

Your lips part, but no words come out.

He smiles—slow, devilish, downright sinful.

Then those fingers, still sticky and scented with lemon, slide under your shirt. You moan as he brushes over your belly, up to your bra, teasing the curve of your breast before tugging the cup down.

He pinches your nipple between two sticky fingers, gently rolling it, juice smearing onto your skin.

"Look at you," he growls. "Already so sweet. But I want you sour for me."

Then he drops to his knees.

Right there, between old costumes and shelves, he licks a long stripe from your thigh to your hipbone, lips dragging hot and wet against your skin. His hands yank your shorts down in one rough pull, your panties damp with cum drooling out of you and clinging to you.

He breathes in your scent like it’s the finest citrus grove in the world.

He kisses the inside of your thighs, licks a tiny drop of lemon juice off his thumb—and then presses it right against your pussy, rubbing slow intense circles over your clit, mixing the tart residue with your arousal.

"You're already so wet for me” he whispers, nuzzling into you. "Just like that lemon earlier. Think I could make you squirt just like it?"

Your whole body jolts.

Then his mouth is on you.

He eats you like it’s the final cut of the music video—filthy, loud, dedicated. His tongue flicks your clit relentlessly, the squelch sound that makes you drip juices down your leg.

He groans, mouthing against you, “Tastes better than citrus.”

His fingers push in deep, two at once, curling up with practiced precision to hit that sweet spot you love so much as your back arches, mouth opens in a silent scream.

Sticky.

Fast.

Obscene.

You grind against his face, grabbing his hair and he grabs your ass, holding you still as he fucks you with his mouth, drinking every sound, every tremble. Your moans echo. His name spills from your lips.

“Yunho—fuck—please, please don’t stop—”

He hums against your clit, sending vibrations straight through you. Breathing heavily.

And then—

You come.

Hard.

Legs trembling, nails clawing the metal wall, cunt pulsing around his fingers as he fucks you through it, tongue still teasing until you’re sobbing for breath.

When he finally stands, your juices glisten on his lips and chin. He licks it off so slowly.

“You’ll never see lemons the same again,” he whispers in your ear as he gives you a lick on your earlobe.

You collapse to the floor.

Yunho comes in swiftly to get you.

Your legs are still trembling when he lifts you, arms secure around your waist, your breath caught in your throat as he carries you down the dim hallway. His trailer door slams shut behind you, locking the world out.

The room smells like cologne, citrus, sweat—and now, you.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you?” he mutters, already tugging your shirt off, fingers quick and greedy.

He drops it to the floor, then peels his own lemon-stained shirt off too. The second your bare chests meet, the heat surges between you like a storm.

“I need to taste you everywhere.”

He lifts you onto the dressing table, bulbs still glowing warm behind the mirror. Your skin reflects in pieces—flushed cheeks, spit-slick lemon juiced breasts, glazed eyes.

And then he pulls out a fresh lemon from his bag.

You blink. “You keep lemons in your trailer?”

He smirks. “Gotta make use of all of these lemons somehow, right?”

He slices it open with a prop knife and squeezes the juice straight down your chest. The cold hits first, then the sting—sweet, sour, and just a little dirty.

It drips between your breasts, down your belly, toward your core.

Yunho wastes no time.

His mouth follows the juice trail with filthy, open-mouthed kisses, sucking and licking up every drop. He moans like he’s feasting on you, rutting against the table with need as his tongue swirls over your sticky, pebbled nipples.

“You taste like lemon candy,” he pants. “So fucking perfect.”

He grabs your thighs and spreads them wide, fingers going into your skin, not even pretending to be polite. Your ass scoots to the edge, wet and open for him.

He strokes two fingers through your lips—soaking, messy—and hums in approval. “Still dripping?”

You whimper as he rubs slow circles around your clit again. “Yunho, I—please—fuck me—”

“Oh, I will,” he growls, voice shaking with restraint. “But not until I’ve made you beg for it.”

He kneels again, mouth hot on your pussy, licking you open with languid, filthy strokes. His tongue moves slow, but his fingers—three now—pump into you fast, curling just right until you’re crying out, writhing, heels digging into the mirror behind you.

“I want you soaked. So soaked that I want to hear you squirt on my face.”

And god—you do. You can’t stop it. The pressure builds and builds in your core like butterflies until your body breaks apart on his tongue, your orgasm crashing over you with a desperate, wet snap..

You feel the gush—the release.

Yunho groans like he’s the one coming.

He stands, lips and chin soaked, cock hard in his pants.

You see the bulge.

You see the pre cum stain.

He sees you looking. Intently.

He unzips… slowly. Until his hard cock is unveiled and pulsing.

Dragging the tip through your pussy lips before thrusting deep, all the way.

You both cry out.

No pause. No gentleness now.

He fucks you against the mirror, wet skin slapping, your slick coating his cock with every thrust.

“Louder,” he grunts, biting down on your shoulder leaving a deep bite mark. “Let the whole damn trailer know you’re mine.”

You moan his name like it’s your favorite word.

He grabs your throat lightly—not tight, just possessive—and keeps fucking into you like he needs you for eternity.

You’re close.

So close again.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me. One more. Let go. Let go for me. Let it all over me.”

And when you do—clenching around him, sobbing, shaking—he loses it too. With a loud groan, he slams deep, spilling inside you, thick and hot and endless.

His hips keep moving, even after. He can’t stop.

Neither can you.

Sticky.

Sour.

Yunho’s personal lemon squeeze.

Your legs are still limp, body twitching from aftershocks when Yunho pulls out—slow, thick, leaving a lewd wet sound behind.

Squelch

He leans over you, chest flushed and glistening with your sweat, the muscles in his arms trembling slightly from holding himself back all this time. But his eyes? Still starving.

You don’t even flinch when he grabs the lemon again.

"You said you wanted filthy," he pants, voice low and ragged. "So let me make a fucking mess of you."

You nod, throat dry, heart hammering as you spread your legs wider for him. Letting him see it all—his cum, your cum, your used, ruined pussy already fluttering and begging for more. Trembling and throbbing.

Yunho takes his long and slick fingers, pointer and middle finger and spreads your pussy entrance open. So wide.

He squeezes the lemon hard right into you.

The juice dribbles at first—then pours, tart and cold.

You gasp, arching.

It stings, just a little. It's too much in the best way.

Some of it immediately drips back out, running down to the crease of your ass. But Yunho’s quick—he thrusts two fingers inside you, pushing the citrus deeper, sealing it in.

He watches with awe, his cock twitching at the sight.

"Fuck—look at you," he groans. "Lemon juice sloshing inside this perfect pussy. I’m gonna make you leak all over me."

He lines himself up again—tip flushed red, angry and needy. Looking at you starved. Yunho looks deeply into your pussy. Mixed with cum and lemon juice. He cant stand it anymore. Yunho shoves it in, hard.

The sensation is insane.

Wet, slippery and wild. The juice sloshes with every thrust, mixing with your cum, dripping down onto the table, coating his cock in citrus and cum. He drives in deeper, angling his hips so every movement forces that obscene mixture to push back out of you, splashing down onto his thighs and stomach.

"Fuck—you’re juicing on me, baby," he groans, grabbing your thighs and slamming into you so hard the mirror behind you rattles. “So wet—so fucking filthy. I’m juicing your tight pussy, baby.”

It’s lewd.

It’s insane.

And it only gets worse.

You reach down, fingers trembling, and rub your clit in desperate circles as he fucks you open. The pressure is maddening—your whole core tight, sensitive, soaking wet from juice and cum and need.

You clench around him and he moans—a raw, needy sound.

And then

—you break.

You squirt, full-on, exploding onto him with a cry so loud it echoes through the trailer. The mixture of lemon juice and your release splashes all over his stomach and chest, soaking him in citrusy filth.

It keeps coming.

You can’t stop.

He doesn’t stop.

He keeps fucking you through it, slamming into you with zero mercy, both of you soaked to the skin. His abs flex under the mess, shining in the light as he groans your name over and over again.

“Fucking mine,” he growls, one final thrust and—

He explodes inside you again, cock pulsing, cum flooding you and mixing with everything else already inside. He collapses on top of you, sticky, sweaty, panting like he just ran miles.

You’re both trembling. The lemon’s still dripping from your thighs.

The room smells like sex and citrus.

And neither of you would change a thing.

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summary: Wooyoung wanted you when he realized it was too late, too late when you became his best friend's girlfriend. Three years later and you're single now but Wooyoung couldn't have you because in his head, you were always someone else's.. but until one night when he let those walls collapsed around him and suddenly his want outweighed the forbiddance.

pairing: reader x non-idol! Wooyoung

genre: (18+ minors dni), romance, angst, college au, smut, friends to lovers

word count: 5,927

warnings: cussing, yelling, fighting, small mentions of blood, mentions of infidelity, making out, soft bratty dom! Wooyoung, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (don't do this lmao), fingering, hand/veins kink (don't judge me please lmao), a bit of rough sex, slight hair pulling.

song rec: Elevator and Love Comes Back by Baekhyun

The sun peeped through Wooyoung’s window in his room straight into his eyes. He let out a small groan and turned the other way, feeling himself come in contact with another body. His eyes opened and he saw the random girl he brought there after the party last night. He sighed and got up, dragging himself to the bathroom. He took his shower and after he came out to wake up the girl, he noticed she was already gone. 

He sighed and walked to his closet. That’s what everyone did when they spent the night which is why he made it a rare occasion for them to do so. Wooyoung didn’t want a relationship anytime soon but he wasn’t an asshole who kicked people out after a night of fun, he would want to ask if they would like breakfast or not. Some of them would say yes but others would disappear out of his shared apartment before he could even ask. 

He threw on a hoodie and some sweats, running his fingers through his fresh blonde hair and walked to the kitchen. He saw Jongho already eating some cereal while scrolling on his phone. 

“Your fling left already,” He said. 

“I know, dipshit” Wooyoung opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. 

“She was pretty but she looked scared when she saw me in here” 

“I would too if the roommate of the guy I just slept with was just out here, eating and didn’t even say hello” 

Jongho chuckled and rolled his eyes, putting his bowel in the sink. Wooyoung noticed the apartment was a little too silent. 

“Where’s Hwa?” He asked and looked at Jongho.”Don’t tell me he’s..” 

 Jongho looked at him with a bit of worry in his eyes and Wooyoung already knew where Seonghwa was by that look. 

“He can’t keep doing this” Wooyoung rubbed his temples. 

“He won’t listen to anyone” 

You and Seonghwa had recently broke up about three months ago and it lead him to back to a previous ex Selugi who has now became his on and off again fuck buddy. She was a part of the reason you guys broke up to begin with but Seonghwa also just wasn’t himself when he was with her. 

He was sad, depressed, and leashed out on anyone who questioned him about her. 

“If this is his way of getting Y/N out of his head, it’s definitely not working” Wooyoung sighed. 

Wooyoung had known you before you and Seonghwa got together or even met for that matter. You both grew up in the same city and went to the same schools, you never became close but you had mutual friends all the time so it made you guys known to each other in passing. 

It wasn’t until freshman year that Wooyoung realized he had a crush on you, you both in the dance program so you ended up getting closer than he had expected and soon after he fell for you. When he was going to muster up the courage to ask you out, Seonghwa came into his dorm room and raved about this girl he made and how they had a coffee date. 

Turns out that girl was you. 

Jealousy. Anger. Envy. 

It ripped through Wooyoung’s 18 year old body like the black plague but he couldn’t do anything but be happy for his hyung. Seonghwa was emotionally sensitive and after his bad break up with Seulgi that same year, he couldn’t kill his happiness. So Wooyoung put his feelings to the back of his head, he stopped letting his heart flutter or cheeks turn a blood red around you. 

Three years laters and he still thinks you’re more beautiful than any statue in a museum. 

He wouldn’t dare try to get with you now, not while Seonghwa was like this or even when he got better. In his head, you were still Seonghwa’s…

Forbidden for him to touch. 

“Yeah, we should talk to him when he comes home,” Jongho rubbed his neck. “Text me when you’re on your way back and I’ll let you know if he’s here or not” 

Wooyoung nodded and watched Jongho head out the door. He chugged down his water then saw it was close to noon so he decided to head to campus and chill around till his class at 1:30. He hoped he would find Seonghwa before the talk tonight just so he could just talk to him alone. 

Wooyoung has known Seonghwa since they started rooming together in Wooyoung's freshman year and they got close very quickly, mostly on Wooyoung part of being super clingy and kind of friendly very fast. Seonghwa grew to love him a lot, he saw him more as a younger brother every day. 

Wooyoung needed to know what was going through his head especially since he decided to let Seulgi back in his life. 

After a ten minute bus ride to campus, Wooyoung set off to the cafe. He said hello to different people he passed and flirted with passing classmates who complimented his new blonde hair. Once he was in the cafe, his eyes searched for Seonghwa and they finally landed on him at a back table with Seugli and her friends. He groaned and rolled his eyes, walking his way over. 

“Can I borrow him for a sec?” He didn’t let anyone answer as he grabbed Seonghwa’s arm and walked to the other side to get in line. 

“Woah” Seonghwa snatched his arm back and crossed them. “Why did you do that?” 

“We need to talk and I need to know what the hell you are doing back with Seulgi” Wooyoung said, grabbing a caesar salad and juice and walking over to the cashier. 

“One, it’s none of your business and two, we’re not together…” Seonghwa followed him. “We’re just chilling” 

“Spare me the bullshit” 

“Wooyoung” 

“Wow, no Youngie today” He said, handing his cash to the lady and telling her to keep the change before walking away. “You must be really out of it” 

Wooyoung found an empty booth and sat down. Seonghwa sighed and sat down in front of him. Wooyoung watched as he ran his fingers through his hair then violently tapped his finger on the table. What the fuck was going on with him? 

“I just.. I just feel so lost” 

“Hyung” Seonghwa looked up at him. “You came into the apartment three months ago, defeated and all you said was that you and Y/N had a misunderstanding and broke up.. What actually happened?” 

“You’ll hate me and call me a fucking dumbass” 

“Well… you can be in certain situations but you know I don’t judge you” 

“Woo, you might be so disappointed in me” 

“Seonghwa just say–”

“I cheated on Y/N”

Wooyoung fell silent, he had so many emotions that wrapped around his body. 

Confusion. A little anger. Disappointment. 

..Happiness??

He shook his head at the mentally. He shouldn’t be happy about this but why was he? 

“Seonghwa,” He frowned. 

“I know I know but I got drunk at a party and Y/N was away at her parents’ house. Seulgi was there and everything just happened so fast” he put his head in his hands. 

“..well you’re a dumbass” 

Seonghwa groaned at that and started hitting his head slowly on the table. Wooyoung watched him with an emotionless glance. His eyes traveled to Seulgi who had been watching the whole time and she glared at him. Wooyoung rolled his eyes at her and looked back at Seonghwa. 

“Look.. I am disappointed in you as a friend but I think what makes me more confused is to why you are back entertaining her and not crawling to get back with Y/N if you feel so dumb about it” 

“Y/N blocked me and has been avoiding me so hard that I don’t see her anywhere anymore” He sighed, looking up. “Wait! I have an idea” 

“And that is?” Wooyoung crossed his arms. 

“Could you talk to her for me?” 

“Seonghwa” 

“Please, I never really ask you for anything. I’ll cut off Seulgi tonight and you just help me win Y/N back” 

Wooyoung was a little lost because yes he wanted to see his best friend happy but he also didn’t think he deserved you still after what he did. He was also just very skeptical about himself personally, he didn’t know if it was a good idea for him to talk to you. 

“Seonghwa.. I don’t know about this” 

“Please please please, I never begged you for anything” 

Wooyoung sighed and rubbed his temples. This was not going to end well and he didn’t know if this was going to make you go back to Seonghwa or not. 

Wooyoung peeked his head in the door and saw you stretching and talking to some of the other classmates. He let out a breath and walked inside, sitting his bag near the mirror. He didn’t know why this was making him so nervous like you and him have talked before. 

He just felt a little different about it now because he was talking to you to get back with his toxic friend who had a hard time coming to terms with things before it was too late. 

He started to stretch as he watched you a little from the corner of his eye, he was trying to make sure no one was around you so he could talk to you about this a little in private. He felt a little bad for getting into your business since he knew based on you and Seonghwa’s relationship, you were a private person and people barely knew anything about you. 

As soon as he saw the others go to another side of the dance room, He slowly stood up and walked over to you. You saw him and smiled softly, it made the tips of his ears red but he was hoping you wouldn’t notice pass his bright blonde hair.

“Hey Wooyoung,” you said. 

“Hey, can I talk to you for a bit?”

“Sure sure, have a seat” you patted the floor. 

Wooyoung sat down in front of you and your beauty was something that always left him in a daze but he knows his purpose of sitting with you right now and even though he doesn’t really care for the way this is about to go, Seonghwa is his best friend. 

Wooyoung always had an undoubtful amount of loyalty to his friendships. 

“So what did you want to talk about?” 

“Um,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I wanted to ask you–”

“Alright everyone up!” The teacher came in, clapping her hands. “We are cleaning up choreo for the spring show and no messing around today!”

Wooyoung sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, he looked back at you and you gave him a half smile.

“Maybe we can talk after class” you suggested. 

“Y-Yeah” 

Class went by fairly quiet that day. Wooyoung was a little in his head so he wasn’t really focused on the dance. It wasn’t like he messed up or anything because he honestly could do this in his sleep. His eyes did wander to you a few times and you always caught him then shooting him that pretty smile that he thought always looked good on you.

Happiness looked good on you and he didn’t want the conversation to make you angry, especially towards him. 

He packed up his stuff and saw that you were already gone. He let out a sigh and rubbed his neck then walked out the dance room. He felt someone grab his wrist and he looked to the side, eyes widened. He relaxed once he saw you and you smiled softly. 

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

Looking into your warm beautiful eyes, he couldn’t even find the right words to even say anything Seonghwa. So instead he..

“Did you want to grab a coffee and go over the homework in Chem?” He blushed a little. 

“That’s all” you raised an eyebrow, slightly amused. 

“Yeah, I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you” he laughed a little. 

You knew Wooyoung but didn’t know him personally. You both had mutual friends in your hometown and you would occasionally converse when you were dating Seonghwa but it was nothing more. You couldn’t lie to yourself and say it didn’t feel a little weird to hang out with your ex-boyfriend’s best friend but..

You also would be lying to yourself if you didn’t think Wooyoung was acting really cute right now. 

The Wooyoung you always saw and heard about was bratty, loud, and quick-witted. This Wooyoung was nervous, couldn’t keep eye contact with you, and was very stuttery. It made you feel like there was more he needed to tell you than he was letting on but you wouldn’t push. 

“Sure, I’m always down for coffee” 

That one study session turned into multiple happening over the next couple of weeks. You could feel yourself slowly developing a crush on Wooyoung. Once he was comfortable with you, his bratty side started to show more and boy was he a little annoying at times but you found it endearing and knew he was joking most of the time. 

Seonghwa had been asking Wooyoung about him asking you about the idea of getting back together with him but Wooyoung would give him the same answer he asked. 

“She’s just so busy I haven’t been able to ask and she leaves right after dance”

Of course he felt bad for lying to his best friend but you were more addicting than he thought you would be. He enjoyed being around you and being the reason you were smiling more. There were unspoken feelings between you but you both wanted the other to say something first.  

He looked at you as you kept going over your notes from your journalism class. You had begged Wooyoung to come over to your apartment to help with math but after he finished, you guys decided to order food and work on other homework. 

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” you said, not looking up. 

“Are you going to the party this Friday?”

“More than likely, my friends will probably drag me out of the house if I don’t go,” you laughed a little.

“Ahh okay”

“Why do you ask?” you looked at him. 

Wooyoung gulped and tried to find the right words to say. He was finally going to talk to you about Seonghwa but it was eating him alive lying to someone he made a promise to. He just hoped you wouldn’t take it the wrong way. 

“Seonghwa will be there”

“Yeah I know, he goes to every party” you raised your eyebrow. Why are you telling me this?”

“H-Have you ever thought about getting back together with him?”

That question shocked you because no you never thought about it and you didn’t expect him to be asking something like this. Your mind starts to wonder if the only reason you got close to you. 

“Wooyoung, why are you asking me this?”

“Seonghwa is just really sorry for what he did and he just wants another chance to be with you”

Something was off because Wooyoung wasn’t looking at you at all as he said that. It was like he was forcing himself to say it and you hated it. 

You moved closer to him and held his face, making him look at you. His eyes widened and you could feel his face turning warm, you smiled at the effect you had on him. 

“Do you want me to get back with him?”

“I have no say in that” 

“Do you like me Wooyoung?”

His cheeks turning super red was enough indication for you. You pressed your lips against his and he froze for a minute then slid his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he started to move his lips against yours. His lips felt like clouds and the way he bit your bottom lip made your head spin. You opened your mouth a little, letting him swirl his tongue around yours. You moaned at the feeling and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He pulled away before the things went farther because as much as he wanted to, you weren’t just some fling or someone he called in the middle of the night when he was lonely. You were worth more than that to him. 

“So I’ll see you Friday?” You asked. 

He nodded and smiled. 

You walked into the party, following behind your friends. The air smelled of alcohol, weed, and cheap cologne mixed with perfume. The music was loud and everyone was dancing everywhere from the top of the staircase to the hallway leading to the kitchen. 

“I’m going to get a drink,” you told them. They nodded at you then went to go find people they knew, you sighed and walked to the kitchen. You saw people making drinks and talking to each other or some people just taking shots. 

“Y/N!” you heard someone say.

You looked around and saw Keeho waving at you. You smiled and walked over to him, he gave you a side hug then went back to mixing his drink. 

“What’s that?” 

He smirked and handed you the cup. You took a sip and your eyes widened at the fruity taste but you tasted no alcohol, you looked back at him and shook your head. 

“Keeho, this is crazy” 

“I know, it’s like 5 shots of vodka in there” 

You were about to hand him back the cup till he shook his head and pushed it back towards you. 

“Take it, I can make me another one” 

“Thank you!” you gave him a small kiss on the cheek and walked back towards the living room area. You felt someone grab your hand and you immediately knew that hand from anywhere. You rolled your eyes and looked at Seonghwa, snatching your hand away.

“What?” you yelled over the music. 

“Can we talk?”

“We have something to talk about Seonghwa”

“Please? Five minutes outside”

You hesitated but started making your way outside and you could feel him trailing behind you. You felt the cold breeze prickle against your skin as soon as you stepped out. You both walked into the corner of the porch where no one was and you leaned against the post.

“Talk” you said. 

“Y/N, I never formally apologized but I’m so sorry for fucking up what wer had and I miss you so much baby” 

You cringed at the pet name and made a face. 

“Is that all?”

“I’m asking for another chance”

“Mhm” you sipped your drink. 

“Y/N” he grabbed your hand. “I’m serious, she means nothing to me. You mean everything to me” 

You couldn’t take him seriously and your mind was floating around with thoughts of Wooyoung, you were wondering when he was going to show up.

Wooyoung. 

“Seonghwa you’re pathetic you know?” you took your hand away. 

“H-Huh”

“You apologize to me after months at this stupid party and you also ask your best friend to convince me to give you another chance”

“Y/N I-”

“I accept your apology but we are never getting back together. You already moved on after you left me for her so I know I can finally move on.. Which I have so this conversation is kind of inappropriate” 

“Move on? To who?”

“That’s not your business now is it” 

“Y/N”

“Fine since you want to know so bad, it’s Wooyoung and he’s been making me happy for the past few weeks than how you made me feel the last few months of our relationship” 

“You’re lying” he shook his head. “Wooyoung would never betray me like that”

“He owes you nothing especially if we were to get together” you crossed your arms. “It’s none of your business Seonghwa” 

You could see Seonghwa’s expression change and you took a step back as you saw his face turn a bright red. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Wooyoung walk up the porch steps. He feels eyes on him and turns to see you and Seonghwa. He’s about to walk over when you hold out your hand and shake your head, he stops and looks confused. 

Seonghwa sees you move and looks up, turning and starts speed walking over to Wooyoung. Before he could move, Wooyoung felt a fist connect with his cheek and he stumbled. 

“Seonghwa what the fuck?!” He held his cheek, he felt it start to bruise under his fingers. 

“You fucking backstabber!”

Seonghwa tried to throw another punch but Wooyoung dodged it and tackled him to the ground but Seonghwa kept trying to punch him. 

“Guys stop!” You tried to come over and pull them apart. 

Seonghwa ended up pushing you away and it made you fall into one of the chairs, making the drink spill on your clothes. A few people came over to make sure you were okay but Wooyoung saw red after that and started fighting Seonghwa back. People inside started to hear the commotion and made their way outside. 

“Hey hey hey!!” you heard a few boys say as they came outside. 

They broke up the fight and you looked at the both of them, sighing. Seonghwa had a cut on his eyebrow and a bloody nose while Wooyoung had a bruised cheek and a cut on his lip. 

“You’re not my best friend! How dare you try to get with my girl!” Seonghwa yelled.

“She’s not yours and you cheated on her asshole!” 

“Both of you go home now or I’ll make you go home” Keeho said, pushing Seonghwa out onto the sidewalk. 

“Whatever,” he mumbled and went to go find his ride which you assumed was Seulgi. 

Wooyoung shook off whoever was holding him and ran over to you, he pulled you up slowly and frowned. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry” 

“Woo” you shook your head. “Just take me home please” 

He sighed and nodded, leading you to his car. Wooyoung never would have thought he would have fought his best friend over a girl. Maybe Seonghwa wasn’t who he thought he was. Wooyoung knew from the beginning that pursing you was wrong but right now and after the whole fight, he couldn’t give two fucks about what Seonghwa thinks anymore. 

Wooyoung pulled up to your apartment and walked you up your stairs. He didn’t know if after all of this, you would even want to talk to him again. He made himself look like a complete idiot. 

“Again, I’m sorry about everything” 

“It wasn’t your fault Wooyoung” 

“Maybe I should have stayed away,” he mumbled. 

“From me?”

He hesitated but he nodded. You felt a little sad at that but you could understand where he was coming from. He lost his best friend tonight because of you, if anything you don’t blame him for being mad at you if he is. 

“So are we just going to stop talking to me?” You asked. 

He looked at you and he didn’t know what to say. He doesn’t because you made him so happy these past few weeks with the little sessions and late night food runs. 

“Y/N-”

You kissed him and he sighed into the kiss, pushing against your lips harder before you pulled away and smiled at him. He smiled a little and pulled you into a hug.

“I think you still want to talk to me,” you giggled. 

“Oh shut up” He smacked your lower back a little. 

“Will you stay with me tonight?” You looked up at him. He nodded and kissed your forehead. 

“Let me go home and shower, I’ll be back in like 30 minutes” 

“What if Seonghwa is there?”

“He probably went to Seulgi's, knowing him” he rolled his eyes. 

He sent you inside then headed to his house. You stretched as you walked to your shower, tonight was a lot and you never saw Seonghwa act like that so it sent you into a panic when you saw Wooyoung appear. You cleared your head while being in the bathroom, you let the hot water run all the stress out your body. After you finished your night routine and fixed some water, you heard a knock on the door.

You walked over and unlocked the door for Wooyoung, letting him inside. You noticed he had a bag from the convenience store and immediately grabbed it, running to the kitchen. He chased you, laughing and you stuck your tongue out at him. He finally caught you and lifted you onto your kitchen counter. 

“You probably shook the soju up good girl” he teased, pulling it out the bag. 

“No wonder this shit feels heavy” 

“Ha ha ha” he mocked, pulling out some snacks and putting them beside you. 

The dim light from the kitchen made him look so pretty that it made your heart speed but you felt it break a little when you saw his cut lip and purple reddish bruise on his cheek. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow, you lightly touched his cheek. 

“I’m sorry”

“Y/N”

“I shouldn’t have said anything to him, it wasn’t his business” you shook your head. “I also caused you to possibly lost your best friend” 

“First” he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. “Don’t apologize for his actions. He was going to get angry either if I told him or you so it doesn’t really matter. Second.. if Seonghwa really cherishes me like he always praises, we will work it out. We’ll probably never be the same but I love him and he’s my brother” 

“Maybe I should apologize to him.. For provoking him”

“No,” he shook his head. “He needed to know you moved on… even if it’s with me”

“Ohh,” you smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Do you like me Jung Wooyoung?” 

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Tone down the sass” 

He laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist. You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned forward to kiss him. He kissed you back a little harder, sighing against your lips. You bit his bottom lip and he opened his mouth slightly for you to explore. He groaned a little when he felt you suck on his tongue. 

“You’re killing me here” he said in between kisses. 

“Good,” you said. 

You started to tug on some of the blonde hairs around his nape and that’s when you felt something poke your thigh. You pulled away from the kiss and looked at him.

And fuck was he a pretty sight.

Lips puffy from kissing so hard, his eyes were dark from the lust and desire running through them rapidly. He looked like he wanted to devour you and you were more than willing to let him. 

“You want me?” you teased, messing with the stop of his sweatpants. 

“You know I do baby, don’t tease me” 

His voice made your walls clench and knees feel shaky, it was laced with want and need. He started to run his hands up and down your back while staring at you. You felt the goosebumps start to form because his hands were so big and the way he looked at you made you feel a bit small, despite only being two inches shorter than him. 

“Woo”

“Mm?”

“Will you ruin me?” you rubbed your thumb on his bottom lip. He groaned at that and immediately picked you up, taking you to your room. He threw you softly on the bed and took off his hoodie that had nothing underneath it. You could tell he had been in the gym more often. 

His toned chest, defined abs, and big biceps. 

The veins running down his arms into his hands made you wetter each passing second. 

“Eyes up here beautiful” He climbed on top of you. He ran his hands under your shirt, rubbing your sides and making sure you were still okay with this. You kissed him to reassure him and he kissed back, pulled away. 

“I want this off” he pulled at your shirt. 

“Needy” you laughed a little. 

“I can show you how needy I can be” 

He pulled your shirt over your head and licked his lips at the sight of your chest. It made you blush and you almost covered yourself until he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the sides of your head. He kissed down your neck to your chest, wrapping his lips around your right nipple. You moaned at the contact and Wooyoung knew when he heard the sweet sound come out of you, he couldn’t let up. He released one of your wrists and gave your other nipple some attention. You whimpered as he pinched it then sucked harder on your right. 

“Woo” you moaned, running your fingers through his hair. 

“Aw you sound so pretty for me” 

This brat. 

He looked up at you, switching nipples now sucking on your left and pinching your right. You whimpered and gripped his hair, throwing your head back. You felt dizzy already and his dick wasn’t even in you yet. You knew by how Wooyoung was taking his time that he really loves foreplay. 

“Think you can cum like this?” He asked. 

Fuck, honestly you might. The pressure was growing in your stomach and the band was on the edge of snapping but you needed more. He pulled off your nipple and kissed down your stomach, making eye contact with you again when he reached your shorts. You nodded and he pulled them down, groaning when he realized you weren’t wearing any panties. 

He moved your thighs apart and moaned at the sight of your heat. He kissed and bit on your inner thighs, kissing around your pussy. He was teasing and he knew that but he wanted to cherish you. 

“Fuck you smell heavenly” he sighed. You feel yourself start to drip on the bed and you need something in you, his tongue or fingers preferably. 

Those veiny ass fingers. 

“A beautiful girl with a pretty pussy”, he dragged a finger down your slit. “So wet for me, all of this for me baby?” 

You almost came right then at his words. You didn’t know someone could be so good at dirty talking nor were you really a talker during sex but he made your body feel like it was on fire. 

“Woo”

“I’m here pretty” 

“I-I need–”

“I got you, I promise”

He pushed a finger in, just to test the waters and he felt your body relax immediately at that but your wall clenched around him. He pushed another finger in once you adjusted and licked your clit.

“W-Woo so good” you moaned. “Don’t stop please”

He hummed and sucked lightly on your clit, your hands went to his head and pushed it closer into you. He chuckled a bit and sucked harder, pumping his fingers deeper. He felt that squishy part in you and heard you whimper loudly. 

“Woo!”

“Found it,” he muttered. He started to attack that one spot, pumping his fingers into you faster and harder. You felt like you were levitating and the pleasure was making your legs shake. 

“I need you to cum pretty. I need to feel you cum before I fuck you” 

You screamed a little as that heat in your stomach let go. This was the hardest you ever came from anyone you ever had sex with and it was only from his fingers. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and he slowly pumped, trying to carry you through your orgasm. 

“You okay?” He crawled up and kissed all over your face. 

“Yeah” you nodded, catching your breath. “Just never came that hard from head before”

“That’s an ego booster pretty” he chuckled. 

“Off” you tugged at his sweatpants. “Need you in me now” 

You pulled him for another kiss as he tried his best to pull down his sweats along with his boxers without breaking the kiss. You could make out with him all day and never get tired, that’s how perfect his mouth was. You pulled away when you felt the weight of his dick on your thigh, looking down at it. You almost drooled at how long and curved it was, he was thick just like his hands. 

“Do you have a condom? I left mine in the car” He rubbed your sides, kissing your neck. 

“We can go without one, I’m on the pill” 

“You sure? I’m clean, I just want to make sure it’s alright with you?” he looked at you. 

You melted at the generosity in his eyes and nodded. He grabbed your left hand and intertwined your fingers as he stroked himself with his right. He made eye contact with you as he slid in slowly and fuck did he feel so good. He mocked the way your mouth opened as he kept pushing on you. 

“Fuck you’re so tight pretty” he groaned. 

Once he bottomed out, he squeezed your hand and kissed around your ear. You nodded for him to move and he pulled out, leaving just the tip in then slid back in you harder. You moaned as you felt the veins and ridges around his dick. The wet sounds coming from your pussy were driving Wooyoung inside. 

“Faster Woo” 

“Aw I want to take my time with you, you want to cum already?” he teased and made his pace slower. 

“Woo please”

“I think I can get use to you begging for me” 

He finally gave you what you asked for but his pace was brutal as he held you down, you couldn’t do anything but take it. You felt his balls pound against your ass and it was making you dizzy. You tried to move away but he pulled you back. 

“Woo!”

“You asked for this baby” 

“Ah! Ah! Don’t stop” you dragged your nails down his back. 

“Didn’t plan it” he pounded harder. 

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you felt the heat start to coil in your stomach again. Your legs started to tremble and you could feel his dick start to pulse. 

“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight, are you about to come?” 

“Please please please” you begged. 

“Let go for me” he moved his hand down and rubbed on your clit. “Cum all over my dick baby, you know you want to” 

His words and the deeper he went made you come so hard for a second time but he didn’t stop, he kept his pace and you felt an unfamiliar feeling start to cloud over the overstimulation. 

“Woo wait, I-I”

“Come on, give me another pretty” he pinched at your clit. You felt yourself squirt and you saw some get on his stomach, he smirked down at you. 

“That was hot baby,” He moaned, moving faster. “Where do you want me?” 

“Inside, give it to me Woo” 

You pulled him down in a kiss, pushing your hips down. He moaned a little louder as you felt him come inside of you. He pumped a few more times before he stopped. All you could hear in the room was the heavy breathing coming from the both of you. 

“So round two?” he raised his eyebrow, smiling. 

“You’re annoying, my legs feel like jello,” you laughed. 

“I’ll give you 30 minutes and a snack” he slapped your thigh lightly. 

“Deal” 

[yunh0hotteok]

Our Rag Doll

Yunho x Mingi x Reader

Warnings: ‼️

Filthy teasing, dominant tension, build-up, Sexting, D/s dynamics, praise, light degradation, possessiveness, oral fixation, anticipation, choking, spit, orgasm control, spanking, wax play, gag, pain and pleasure, humiliation, biting, rough sex, double penetration

The car door slammed shut behind Yunho with a satisfying thud. He ran a hand through his hair, still slightly damp from the last shot—shirt unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, exposing the lines you knew too well. Mingi was already sprawled in the back seat, long legs spread lazily, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him.

They were buzzing.

Not from the shoot, not from the camera flashes still echoing in their minds—but from the fact that you weren’t there. You hadn’t been on set today, and that had driven them slowly insane. Every suggestive pose, every shirtless shot, every low murmur from the stylist had only made them think of you: your voice, your skin, your obedience.

Yunho glanced at his phone. His thumb hovered for a second before he opened your chat.

Yunho 🖤:
Still in bed, baby?
You’d better be naked. We’re five minutes into the car and Mingi already has a problem.
And it’s not gonna wait.

Mingi leaned forward from the backseat, reading over Yunho’s shoulder with a low chuckle.

“You’re too nice,” he muttered, unlocking his own phone. “She needs a warning.”

Mingi 🔥:
Hope your throat’s ready.
Because I’ve been hard since the shirtless shot, and I plan to use your mouth the second we walk through the door.

A heartbeat later:

Mingi 🔥:
No touching yourself.
We’ll know if you do.

Yunho tilted the phone slightly, snapped a picture of the bulge in his jeans—impressive and unmistakable—and sent it.

Yunho 🖤:
Look what you’re doing to us.
Bet you’re dripping already.
Be a good girl and wait for us in nothing but that collar.

Mingi hissed softly, palming himself through his pants as the car hit a red light. “Fuck, she better answer soon. I’m gonna lose it.”

“Send her a voice message,” Yunho said, his voice already lower, darker. “Let her hear what she does to us.”

Mingi didn’t hesitate. He hit record.

Voice Message from Mingi 🔥:
“You hear that, baby? That’s my belt unbuckling. Thinking about how your legs shake when we hold you down. I wanna see your mascara ruined before we even fuck you. Be ready.”

Yunho grinned, eyes dark. “She’s going to beg.”

Another message pinged into the chat. This one from Yunho, simple but lethal.

Yunho 🖤:
Ten minutes. On your knees when we walk in.
If we see panties, we’ll rip them off with our teeth.

You’d barely managed to crawl to the center of the living room rug before you heard the front door open.

Their footsteps were slow... Like predators approaching their prey.

You swallowed hard, pulse racing as you kept your eyes low just the way they liked. Naked, collar clasped snug around your neck, hands resting on your thighs—exactly how they trained you. You couldn’t stop your thighs from pressing together, even though you knew they’d punish you for it.

The door clicked shut. Mingi’s voice came first—low, dripping with amusement.

“Oh, baby,” he drawled, stepping into your periphery. “Look at you.”

Yunho’s chuckle followed, deeper, darker, from behind you. “She’s shaking already. Guess someone was touching herself.”

“I didn’t!” you gasped automatically—but your voice was too soft. Too high. Too needy.

They heard the lie through your soft and plump lips.

In a flash, Yunho’s hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so you had to look into his deepened chestnut eyes. The look on his face? Absolutely devastating. He didn’t even need to speak for your breath to catch in your throat.

“You dare lie to me, sweetheart?” he asked, deadly quiet. “What’s rule number one?”

Your lips trembled. “N-no touching without permission…”

“Exactly.” His fingers tightened. “So unless you want your punishment tripled, I expect the truth. Did our little slut touch her pussy while we were gone?”

You nodded, shame burning your skin, and Yunho clicked his tongue in mock sympathy. “Mingi. You hear that?”

“Mmhm.” Mingi was already stripping off his shirt, standing in front of you now, abs flexing as he undid his belt. “She’s getting cock in her throat before anything else. Might help her remember her place.”

Yunho pushed you forward. “Hands behind your back. Mouth open.”

You obeyed immediately.

Mingi stepped closer, towering over you with that infuriating smirk you loved so much. He gripped his cock at the base. Leaking precum.

“Stick your tongue out, babygirl,” he ordered. “I want to see where I’m fucking.”

You obeyed, eyes wide as he ran the tip across your tongue slowly—back and forth—before spitting into your mouth and tapping his cock against your lips.

“Swallow it.”

You did.

“Good girl.”

Yunho knelt behind you, one hand sliding between your thighs while the other wrapped around your throat. “She’s so soaked,” he growled. “Fucking dripping down her legs.”

“Then let’s ruin her.”

Mingi shoved his cock into your mouth, slow but firm, groaning as your lips wrapped around him. His hands went to your hair, holding your head in place as he thrust deeper—Yunho still teasing behind you, fingers barely grazing your folds.

“You don’t cum until we say, okay?” Yunho hissed in your ear. “Tonight’s about us using you. You’re just a toy.”

Mingi groaned above you. “Our perfect little cocksleeve.”

You moaned around him, overwhelmed already—heat building so fast it felt cruel. Yunho’s fingers finally slipped inside, two at once, stretching you as he sucked a mark into your shoulder leaving his mark on you.

“God, she’s so fucking tight,” he muttered, pulling his fingers out and holding them up to show Mingi. “You wanna taste?”

Mingi grinned wickedly. “Always.”

He pulled out of your mouth just long enough to suck Yunho’s fingers into his mouth, eyes locked on yours as he did it. The sight made you whimper, hips shifting back to chase contact—only to be met with a harsh smack from Yunho on your ass.

“Still disobedient,” he said with a sigh, though the smirk in his voice gave him away. “You’ll learn.”

He stood, unbuckling his pants, and within seconds was lining his cock up behind you.

“Open up, baby,” Mingi purred, sliding back into your throat.

Yunho pushed inside at the same time—and God, you saw stars.

Filled in both ends. Held in place. Used, like they’d promised.

The rhythm they found was merciless—Yunho pounding into you from behind, one hand gripping your waist, the other pulling your collar like a leash, while Mingi fucked your throat with a growl, tears falling from your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. Flushed in the face.

“You look so pretty like this,” Yunho said between thrusts. “Completely ruined.”

“Our little toy,” Mingi echoed. “Just how we like her.”

You were lost in them.

Your face was wet—spit, tears, precum—your mind fuzzy from being filled and fucked. You barely noticed when Yunho slipped out of you, his hand stroking himself lazily as he admired the way your hole fluttered, clenching around nothing.

“She’s trembling,” he said with a smirk. “Mingi, grab the bag.”

Your stomach dropped.

The bag meant punishment toys. Not soft touches. Not praise.

Pain.

Mingi reappeared moments later with the familiar black leather kit in hand, placing it down in front of you with a soft, ominous zip. “You remember what this means, don’t you, baby?”

You whimpered, nodding.

“Color?” Yunho asked, voice deep but careful.

“Green,” you breathed.

“Good fucking girl.”

Yunho pulled you up to your knees again, fingers gripping your chin to look upwards. “You touched yourself without permission. You lied. You thought you could get away with it?”

“No, sir…”

“You’re going to learn tonight,” Mingi muttered, already pulling out a set of silver nipple clamps, thin and cruel with a delicate chain between. “We’re going to break you open.”

Yunho knelt in front of you, running his thumbs over your nipples, pinching and tugging until you gasped, arching into the pain. “Still sensitive,” he murmured. “Perfect.”

Then he nodded at Mingi, who leaned in, attaching the clamps one by one.

Pain lanced through your chest as they bit down, making your whole body jolt.

“Breathe through it,” Yunho said soothingly, even as his hand trailed down to deliver a brutal smack to your inner thigh. “Let us hurt you.”

“Let us use you,” Mingi added, now holding up a thick white candle.

Your eyes widened. He grinned.

“You didn’t think we forgot about the wax, did you?”

He lit it with a click, holding the golden flame high above you as Yunho pulled you over his lap, your ass raised perfectly in the air, thighs already marked from earlier.

“You’ll count,” Yunho said simply. “Ten drops. If you miss one, we start over.”

“Yes, sir…”

The first drop landed on your lower back—hot and immediate, like a spark sinking into your skin. You hissed, fists clenching.

“One,” you gasped.

Then another. Then another.

Each drop was spaced with a pause, each landing lower than the last—down your spine, over your ass cheeks, across the back of your thighs.

“Eight…”

“Such a good girl,” Mingi praised darkly, his fingers tracing over the hardened wax.

“Let’s see if she can take this,” Yunho growled, delivering a harsh spank to your right cheek, then another to the left, alternating until your skin burned and tears pricked your eyes again.

The pain was unbearable. The arousal? Worse.

Mingi reached between your legs, two fingers sliding through your dripping cunt.

“God,” he laughed. “She’s wetter than before. You like being tortured, baby?”

“Y-yes—sir—!”

Yunho yanked the chain between the nipple clamps suddenly, drawing a cry from your lips so loud your throat went raw.

“You’re our perfect little masochist,” he snarled. “So desperate to be…. ours”

“Say it,” Mingi demanded. “Say you want to be used.”

“I—I want to be used—I want to be ruined—I’m yours—!”

Yunho shoved you down onto your back, the wax cracking and flaking off your skin as you hit the floor. He straddled your chest, cock slick and ready again.

“You wanna cum, baby?”

“Yes, please—”

“Beg.”

You sobbed. “Please, please let me cum—I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll take everything, please sir—”

Mingi was already kneeling between your thighs, two fingers inside you, curling just right. His mouth hovered over your clit, but he didn’t touch.

Not yet.

“Please—Mingi, Yunho, I need you—I need to cum, I need you to ruin me—!”

Yunho climbed on top of you. Cock between your voluptuous tits. Rubbing the tip on your tightly squeezed nipples.

That did it.

Mingi slammed his fingers into you as his mouth sucked hard on your clit, finally giving you what you were sobbing for.

Yunho shoved his cock into your mouth again, cutting off your screams as the orgasm ripped through you—violent, overwhelming, painful and perfect.

Your whole body convulsed. You were crying, gagging, choking around Yunho’s cock, but you couldn’t stop. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

And they didn’t stop.

Not until you collapsed, completely spent, the clamps removed, wax peeled away, body trembling from everything they'd given—and taken—from you.

Mingi kissed your cheek softly. “You did so fucking well, baby.”

Yunho stroked your hair, voice low. “But we’re not done.”

His hand wrapped around your throat again, possessive, hungry.

“You’re gonna cum again.”

“And again.”

“Until you forget how to say anything but our names.”

Your body felt like it had been turned inside out.

Muscles twitching, nerves fried, lips raw from sucking, cunt aching from being used—and you hadn’t had enough.

Yunho looked down at you, brushing the sweat-matted hair from your forehead. “Look at her, Mingi. So beautiful.”

Mingi chuckled darkly. “She’s not ruined yet.”

From the toy bag, he pulled out the soft black ball gag with the leather strap—your safe word gag. The one they only used when they wanted to really play.

“She’s drooling already,” Yunho murmured. “Might as well finish the look.”

You whined weakly, but didn’t resist as Mingi strapped it into place. The ball nestled against your tongue, stretching your jaw just enough to remind you you couldn’t speak—couldn’t beg, even if you wanted to.

A click.

The collar.

Thick, black leather with a single silver ring. Yunho buckled it around your neck slowly, like he was marking you all over again.

Then came the leash.

He clipped it on, gave a firm tug.

“Crawl.”

You hesitated. Your arms shook. Legs wobbled.

Another tug.

Yunho’s voice dropped, icy and commanding. “I said crawl.”

You dropped to your hands and knees, every inch of your body screaming in soreness as you obeyed. The tile was cool under your skin. Your juices dripped down your thighs as you moved, eyes glossy behind the gag.

Mingi walked beside you, stroking your hair mockingly. “Look at our fuck toy. Can’t even walk. So pathetic.”

“Mmff—!” you moaned through the gag, thighs clenching.

And then, in front of you—just a few feet from the edge of the bed—they stopped. You froze too, panting, confused.

But then Yunho tugged you closer and stepped back.

And you saw it.

Mingi was palming Yunho’s cock. Slow. Teasing. His eyes locked on you, lips curled in a smirk.

“She wants this,” he said, letting his thumb tease over Yunho’s tip.

Yunho groaned, rolling his hips forward. “But she doesn’t get it.”

You whined, eyes wide and desperate as you watched Mingi drop to his knees. Big, hard, glistening with your spit.

You started crawling forward again instinctively—but Yunho yanked the leash hard.

“No. You stay there and watch.”

Mingi wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking slowly—lazily—like he had all the time in the world. His hand worked Yunho’s shaft with practiced strokes, twisting just right.

Your pussy throbbed and was on fire.

Yunho moaned. “Fuck… her pretty little mouth is open and drooling behind that gag. Look at her. She wants it so bad.”

Mingi hummed in agreement around him, the vibrations making Yunho grunt.

You pressed your thighs together, the ache unbearable, clit throbbing. You needed friction. Anything.

Yunho saw it instantly.

“Did you just grind on the floor like a bitch in heat?” he growled. “You really want to cum that bad?”

You nodded frantically, moaning behind the gag.

Mingi popped off Yunho’s cock with a wet sound, then turned to you. “Go on. Rub that filthy little cunt on the floor. Show us how desperate you are.”

You cried out—humiliated, overstimulated, aching—but you did it.

You spread your knees wider, and slowly began grinding your soaked core against the cold tile. It burned. It wasn’t enough. It was too much.

The leash pulled again—Yunho yanked it until your head tilted back.

“Don’t cum,” he snapped. “If you cum without permission, we’ll edge you all fucking night and not let you finish once. Got it?”

You nodded, tears spilling over as you rocked your hips helplessly against the floor.

And they kept going.

Mingi sucked Yunho off deep now, fingers gripping his hips, throat working around the length as Yunho fucked into his mouth slowly, deliberately.

The slurping sounds. Yunho’s moans. Mingi’s eyes on you the entire time.

You were shaking. You were so close.

And then—

“Stop.”

Everything froze.

Yunho’s voice, cold and deadly.

“Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”

You scrambled up, muscles screaming, vision blurry. They didn’t help you.

Because they liked watching you suffer.

As you collapsed onto the sheets, the leash still dangling, the gag soaked with spit—you knew.

You weren’t just going to cum.

Your body was trembling—leashed, gagged, flushed from crawling across the floor and grinding pathetically for nothing. And now, you were on all fours, chest pressing into the sheets, your ass up and begging.

Mingi smirked behind you. “Look at that hole,” he murmured, spreading your ass cheeks wide. “Red, twitching, already leaking. She’s starving for it.”

Yunho didn’t answer—not verbally.

He leaned down instead, one large hand pushing between your thighs to press his thick fingers into your pussy—already raw and slick from how much you’d been teased. You sobbed behind the gag as two fingers pushed in deep.

Your legs buckled. Mingi caught your waist just in time.

“She’s clenching already,” Yunho said, laughing softly. “We haven’t even started.”

And then the clamps came back.

Cold metal. Rubber-tipped, but still mean. They pinched your nipples sharply, making you whimper—too sensitive, too raw, but it didn’t matter.

Because they wanted the pain.

Mingi slid in behind you, his cock twitching, heavy and thick, dragging along your pussy folds. Teasing.

“Let me,” Yunho said, eyes dark. “You got her mouth last time.”

Mingi grinned. “Be my guest.”

You tried to whine, to protest—but the gag made it useless. Yunho knelt behind you, and without warning, slammed his cock inside with a brutal thrust.

You screamed behind the gag. Your thighs shook violently. You were so sensitive it hurt—but it also made your cunt flutter around him like you were trying to suck him in deeper.

He pulled back slowly—almost lovingly—then slammed forward again, hips snapping against your ass with the force of it. Balls hitting your clit to make a lightning sensation go through your body.

“Oh, fuck,” Yunho growled. “She’s fucking dripping.”

Mingi climbed onto the bed in front of you, tugged the leash tighter until your face pressed into his thigh.

“She’s gonna drown us,” he said, leaning in to kiss Yunho across your back. “You feel how tight she is?”

Yunho grunted. “So. Fucking. Tight.”

Their mouths met over your back—hungry, wet, biting. You could hear the moans they gave each other—could feel their tongues sliding as they kissed above your wrecked body.

Mingi reached down, flicked one of the clamps on your nipples. The sharp pain made you jolt and tighten around Yunho’s cock, which earned you another filthy moan from both of them.

“Oh, she liked that,” Mingi teased. “Maybe I’ll twist the other one.”

You wailed.

Yunho fucked into you harder—snapping his hips mercilessly now, every thrust knocking the air from your lungs. Mingi held your head still by the leash, watching you cry through the gag.

“Such a fucking slut,” he whispered, dragging his fingers down your wet cheeks. “Getting off to pain. Getting off to watching us kiss while you’re nothing but a warm hole.”

Yunho leaned forward, pressing his chest against your back, cock buried to the hilt inside you. He bit your shoulder. Hard.

“Cum,” he growled into your ear. “Now. I want to feel you break.”

The second he said it—your body obeyed. You came hard, clenching around him, convulsing, screaming behind the gag as tears spilled down your cheeks.

Mingi was already rubbing his cock over your face as you came, watching the way you trembled between them. “She’s still squeezing you. You feel that?”

Yunho groaned, hips stuttering. “Yeah. Fuck, I’m gonna—”

And then he pulled out fast and rough, just as Mingi yanked your leash back to tilt your head up—

Hot, thick cum hit your face, your gag, your chest, your clamps. Yunho moaned through his teeth as he stroked every last drop out onto your skin.

But they weren’t done.

Mingi moved behind you now. Lined up his cock with your pulsing, ruined pussy. And slid in slowly.

You sobbed.

“Time for round two, baby,” Mingi purred, kissing Yunho again right above your back. “We’re gonna fuck you until your body gives out.”

“And then we’ll fuck you some more,” Yunho whispered against your neck.

Your body was a mess—face sticky with cum, nipples clamped and raw, cunt wrecked from Yunho’s brutal pace and Mingi’s thick cock still deep inside you. The sheets were soaked. Your thighs were shaking uncontrollably. Your breath came in quick, panicked gasps through the gag.

But they weren’t done.

Not even close.

Yunho was breathing hard, hand still fisted tight around the leash that wrapped twice around your neck now—pulled taut, making your back arch like the perfect little fucktoy you were.

“I want her again,” he growled, staring down at where Mingi was still slowly grinding into you, your walls fluttering helplessly around him.

Mingi chuckled low, teeth dragging across your shoulder blade as he thrust in deeper. “Get in line.”

“I’m not waiting.”

“She’s mine right now.”

“She’s both of ours.”

And then Yunho was yanking the leash even tighter, forcing your head back.

Yunho glared at Mingi and whispered “Do you want to take her at the same time?”

Your eyes flew open wide—gag muffling the desperate little scream that clawed up your throat as Mingi’s cock slipped out of you, only for both of them to push your legs further apart.

You knew what was coming.
Your whole body trembled.

“Think she’s ready?” Mingi asked, thumbing your leaking slit open, watching how sensitive and messy you were.

“She’ll take it,” Yunho answered. “She always does.”

You whimpered, mind swimming, legs weak—but god, your pussy pulsed with need.

The bed shifted under their weight as they both lined up—Mingi first, sliding in halfway with a groan. Yunho followed close behind, the blunt head of his cock nudging against your stretched entrance. It was too much. Way too much.

But you didn’t say stop.

You couldn’t.

Mingi pulled you back against his chest, hand gripping your throat over the leash, whispering filth into your ear as Yunho slowly—brutally—pressed his cock in beside Mingi’s.

Your walls screamed—burned from the stretch, stretched to their absolute limit. The pressure was overwhelming. You writhed, body twitching, head falling back against Mingi’s shoulder.

“You’re taking both of us,” Yunho groaned. “Fucking look at that. You’re no one else’s but ours.”

They paused when they were both fully inside you, buried to the hilt—your pussy stretched wide around them, clenching desperately, your body locked in place like a trembling doll. The clamps still tugged at your nipples, every twitch sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through your nerves.

“Look how full you are, baby,” Mingi growled, licking sweat from your temple. “You were made for this. For us.”

And then they moved.

Together.

Perfect rhythm—deep, slow thrusts at first. The thick drag of both their cocks splitting you open, seeing them bulge from the outside of your stomach, sliding against each other inside your pussy, making obscene wet sounds that filled the room.

You were crying now—tears dripping off your cheeks, mixing with spit from your gag, body shaking violently.

But you weren’t saying stop.
You never would.

Yunho leaned forward, teeth nipping your shoulder. “Gonna fuck you so full you won’t walk tomorrow.”

Mingi pulled the leash tighter. “Gonna pump you full of cum until it leaks down your thighs and you thank us for it.”

You screamed behind the gag as they fucked you harder—merciless now. The bed rocked. Your body jolted with every thrust, your nipples aching from the clamps and the movement. You didn’t know if you were begging or sobbing, if the wetness between your legs was cum or tears or both.

Yunho slapped your ass, hard. “Cum.”

Mingi bit your earlobe. “Fucking now.”

Your orgasm hit you like a truck—squirting out cum, ripping through your body so violently your knees gave out completely. Your vision blurred. Your throat strained as the scream tore through you behind the gag, your pussy clenching down so tight around both of them that Yunho swore and Mingi’s hips stuttered.

They were right behind you—Mingi slamming in deep with a groan, cock twitching as he spilled inside you, Yunho following seconds later with a loud growl, his cum mixing with Mingi’s until it was flooding you, leaking around both their cocks and dripping down your thighs.

You collapsed into the mattress, leash slack, body useless.

But they didn’t pull out.

Not yet.
Yunho’s cock was twitching inside you, Mingi’s hand wrapped around your throat, both of them panting from how hard they’d just come—together, inside you.

But they were looking at each other now.
Dark eyes. Wet lips.
Hungry.

“Open your mouth, baby,” Yunho murmured, tilting your chin.

Your jaw fell open automatically—numb, dazed, obedient. But instead of slipping his cock past your lips, he leaned closer to Mingi.

“You got more left in you?” he asked, licking the corner of Mingi’s mouth.

Mingi smirked. “Taste her with me first.”

And before you could even process what they meant, they were kissing—deep, tongues sliding messily together, groaning into each other’s mouths like animals.

You could see it—see the thick white drips from their lips, the obscene sound of it, the way Yunho sucked Mingi’s bottom lip into his mouth and tasted you. Your cum. Their cum. Everything they'd left inside you, now swirling on their tongues.

You whimpered, eyes wide, thighs twitching from overstimulation as they kissed—sloppier now, spit and cum mixing, dripping down their chins.

“Fucking filthy,” Yunho groaned against Mingi’s mouth.

Mingi growled, grabbing the leash still hanging from your neck and giving it a harsh tug that made you arch. “Look at your messy little hole. You love watching us eat your cum like this, don’t you, slut?”

You nodded desperately, pussy clenching weakly around their still-hard cocks.

And they kept going.

Yunho spit straight into Mingi’s mouth—white and stringy—and Mingi swallowed it with a grin before pulling Yunho in again, their tongues wrestling, cum smeared across both their lips now.

It was so wrong. So nasty. So… sexy.

“Think she deserves to come?” Yunho asked, not even glancing at you—his eyes still locked on Mingi’s as he bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood.

“She’ll cum,” Mingi replied darkly. “When I spit it back in her mouth.”

You moaned—loud and desperate—just as Mingi leaned down, grabbed your jaw, and forced your mouth open again.

“Say ah, baby.”

He spit thick—warm and bitter and dripping straight from that filthy kiss—right onto your tongue.

You gagged slightly. But you swallowed it all.

“Good girl,” Yunho praised, stroking your cheek as he finally pulled his cock from your sore, stretched pussy, letting a flood of cum ooze out after it.

Mingi dragged you up by the leash, guiding you onto Yunho’s lap. Your legs were jelly, your pussy still twitching and leaking from being stretched to its absolute limit by both of them—but Yunho’s cock was already hard again, resting against your sticky folds like it never left.

“Open up,” Mingi murmured, two thick fingers sliding between your thighs, scooping up the thick mess leaking out of your pussy.

You blinked, hazy and broken, before obediently opening your mouth.

He shoved his fingers between your lips—cum-soaked, dripping—and you sucked them greedily, whimpering as the taste filled your mouth again. Your own juices, thick and salty from both their loads, still hot from inside you.

“God, you’re disgusting,” Yunho growled, eyes dark as he watched you swallow. “Look at our little cum slut.”

You moaned around Mingi’s fingers, desperate for more.

“Want more, baby?” Mingi teased. “Want us to fill you back up? Stuff every hole?”

“Yes, please,” you whispered, barely coherent.

Yunho shifted, lining himself up with your messy, abused hole again. “Then sit, sweetheart. You’re gonna warm my cock while Mingi fills that pretty mouth.”

You sank down with a broken cry, your pussy spasming from the overstimulation as Yunho pushed all the way inside—again. The slick mess from earlier helped, but you were so sensitive it almost hurt. Almost. But you loved it. You needed it.

Mingi was already in front of you, cock in hand, stroking himself while watching your cunt swallow Yunho whole.

“Keep her open,” Yunho growled, grabbing your cheeks and forcing your mouth wide.

Mingi stepped closer, cock heavy and dripping. He slapped it against your tongue, sunk it deep enough to hit the back of your throat, then pulling out to spit straight into your mouth again.

You gagged, moaned, took it all.

Yunho was fucking up into you lazily now—just enough to keep you shaking on his lap.

And then Mingi pulled out again—fast—only to jerk himself over your tits, ropes of cum spilling across your chest, your neck, your lips.

“Rub it in,” he demanded, watching you gasp for air. “Smear it on your tits for us. Show us how much you love being our dirty little hole.”

You did—hands shaking as you smeared his cum across your nipples, coating yourself in it. Yunho groaned and reached up to slap one tit, hard, watching it jiggle under the mess. He even went in to lick the nasty mess off your chest.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growled. “Now open up, princess.”

You obeyed.

And Yunho leaned down, spit thick and full of cum—his and Mingi’s—and let it drip right into your mouth.

You moaned, eyes rolling back, tongue out to catch every drop.

“Swallow,” Mingi ordered, stroking himself again as he watched your throat move.

You did.

And Yunho, still buried inside you, held you tight and whispered in your ear—

“We’re not done…”

Yunho and Mingi were still going—drunk off the way you begged, your pussy puffy and leaking, your thighs trembling from how many times they'd filled you.

You were kneeling now, face down on the sheets, leash tight around your throat as Yunho sat in front of you and kissed you slow—tongue in your mouth, spit slick and messy—while Mingi was behind you… and deeper than ever.

Except it wasn’t his cock yet.

It was his fingers—two of them already stuffed inside your ass, twisting and curling while you squirmed and whimpered.

“Think she can take it?” Mingi asked Yunho, voice husky, free hand gripping your hip.

“She can,” Yunho smirked, pulling away just enough to watch the show. “She’s our perfect little toy.”

You barely had time to breathe before Yunho slid his own fingers in beside Mingi’s—thick and rough—and you screamed into the sheets. The stretch was obscene. Four fingers. Then more. Until both their hands were buried knuckle-deep in your ass.

And then they did it.
They laced their fingers together inside you—slowly, methodically—stretching your tight little hole until you were crying, drooling, trembling from how full you were.

“Oh my god—” you gasped.

Your body couldn’t decide what to do—tense or go limp. But they were there, whispering filth into your ear as your ass twitched helplessly around their locked hands.

“You’re taking it so fucking well,” Mingi groaned, licking up your spine. “Look at this perfect hole.”

“Let’s put her to better use,” Yunho muttered, and you felt them pull out slowly—together—with a wet pop that left you gasping, gaping, dripping.

Then—suddenly—Mingi grabbed your thighs, Yunho the leash, and you were lifted. Off the bed, in the air, legs spread, arms dangling as they manhandled you.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Yunho whispered against your cheek.

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

So Mingi just shoved in—thick cock driving straight into your stretched, ruined ass as Yunho stepped behind you and gripped your tits, holding you up, anchoring you between them.

The force knocked the air from your lungs.

They fucked you like that.
Fucked you like a rag doll.

Mingi’s cock was brutal, relentless—slamming into you while Yunho whispered filth into your ear, tugging your nipples, slapping your clit, your whole body bouncing between their hands like a used-up toy.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak.

Just noise—filthy, wet, perfect noise. Slap, moan, grunt, cry.

And when Mingi came inside you, snarling into your neck, cock buried deep, Yunho still didn’t let go.

He kissed you hard, then tugged you down onto his cock too—again—while Mingi pulled out and watched his cum ooze from your gaping ass.

“Fuck her from the front now,” Mingi breathed, eyes wide, still stroking himself. “Make her feel it in her soul.”

And Yunho did.

He jackhammered into your pussy like he wanted to break you, both of them holding you in the air while you screamed, body limp, mouth open in silent sobs of pleasure until you came again—so violently you soaked Yunho’s thighs.

Then finally—finally—they came together. Hot, thick, sticky. One inside your pussy, one leaking down your thighs, both panting against your skin.

And then the three of you collapsed onto the bed. A pile of breathless limbs, cum, spit, sweat.

“Fucking hell,” Mingi murmured, stroking your hair while you trembled, your body twitching between them.

Yunho kissed your cheek, still inside you, cock twitching lazily. “You’re the best thing we’ve ever ruined.”

[yunh0hotteok]

The First Watch

Omega x Two Alpha

Warnings: Alpha/omega bonding, possessive alphas, slow-burn obsession, cumming inside, squirting, breath play, dirty talk, stalking

You didn’t notice them at first.
You wouldn’t.
That’s how good they are.

In the chaos of downtown Seoul, caught between steaming street food carts and the sleek shine of black-windowed cars gliding by, you were just another face. One more pretty little thing tucked into a coat too thin for the season, your scarf wrapped high on your neck like you were hiding something… or hiding from something.

But they saw you.

They sensed you.

“Definitely an omega.”
Yunho’s voice is low through the comms, smooth like smoke curling around a dagger. He leans against the rooftop rail two buildings down, gaze locked onto your window through a high-powered lens. “Unclaimed. Probably doesn’t even know she’s in heat.”

Mingi’s laugh crackles in his earpiece, dark and slow. “That scent hit me like a fucking bullet when she passed me in the café. Sweet. Nervous. Trying to hide.” A pause. “She’s immaculate.”

They’ve both smelled hundreds—thousands—of omegas in their line of work. In the field, on assignments, in interrogation rooms and blood-stained clubs. None of them stuck. None of them pulled like this.

Not until you.

You, with your pretty neck unmarked and your eyes always checking behind you, like part of you knows and senses.

You, soft and untouched, tucked into a tiny apartment above a bookstore and working late into the night just to make rent. You, with your heat suppressant pills lined up on the bathroom sink, all carefully counted and dated.

Yunho and Mingi already know everything about you.

Your schedule.
Your scent cycle.
What books you read.
What music you fall asleep to.
What kind of vibrator you hide in the drawer you think no one knows about.

They’ve been watching for weeks.

Tonight, it starts.

Mingi's already waiting outside the bookstore as you close up. Hoodie pulled low, hands shoved into his pockets. You glance his way once—just a flicker of eye contact—and his inner alpha growls. He can smell the faintest edge of your pre-heat, even through the cold air.

Yunho’s waiting a block down. Car running. Black interior. Windows tinted.

You don’t know it yet, but tonight’s the last night you’ll ever walk home alone.

The city hums around you—horns blaring in the distance, chatter blending with the hiss of bus brakes, and neon ramen lights flickering just above eye level. You pull your coat tighter, cheeks flushed, heart racing.

It’s too hot for how cold it is.

Your skin tingles. Your scent suppressants have been acting weird lately—either that, or your body’s finally slipping past them. There's a strange warmth blooming in your lower belly, a prickling ache that spreads behind your knees and between your thighs.

You’ve barely stepped off the bookstore curb when someone crashes into you.

Hard chest. Wide shoulders. Steady hands.

“Oh—!” you gasp, stumbling back, but strong fingers curl around your forearm before you can fall.

“Shit, sorry,” the stranger says, deep voice washing over you like molasses—slow and rich, but somehow... dangerous.

You look up.

He’s tall. Built. Ridiculously handsome in a way that makes your gut twist. Hood pushed back just enough to show sharp cheekbones and a pair of eyes that pin you in place. Amber, almost gold in the streetlight. His pupils dilate the second he looks at you.

Then he freezes.

You realize—so do you.

You’re close. Too close.

And that’s when you feel it—his heat. Alpha. Radiating. Your knees almost buckle from the punch of his scent. Musk and spice and something feral. Your body reacts before your brain does—your breath shortens, your thighs squeeze together, your pulse pounding behind your ears.

He breathes in.

A slow, deliberate inhale.

And his eyes darken.

“…You’re in pre-heat,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. “Fuck.”

You jerk your arm away, eyes wide. “W-What?”

But he doesn’t answer. Not directly. He watches you, gaze dragging over your flushed skin, your lips parted, the faint shimmer of sweat along your collarbone.

“Be careful walking home alone like that, omega,” he says, voice suddenly lower, rougher. “You’re leaking scent all over the place. Someone might think you're asking for attention.”

He smiles when you stiffen.

You take a step back.

Then another.

And run.

You don’t look back—but he does. Watches you vanish down the sidewalk like a little rabbit sprinting for safety.

Mingi presses his comm.

“She’s reacting,” he mutters. “Pre-heat hit. Suppressants are failing. I touched her.” A beat. “Yunho… she’s our destined mate. I almost lost it.”

Yunho’s voice comes through sharp and controlled.

“Don’t. Not yet Mingi.” A pause. “But soon.”

Trembling alone after that experience, you are rushing home until you finally get to your gate.

Your keys slip in your hand.

Fingers trembling, you fumble the lock, eyes darting over your shoulder again—and again—and again. The quiet is too heavy, the street behind you too empty. You swore someone was following you, but there’s no one there.

Just the wind.

Just the sound of your heartbeat echoing between your ears.

And the ache.

God, the stinging ache.

You clutch your coat tighter, trying to block it in, but your scent’s already blooming like spilled wine in the air. Sweet. Sharp. Unmistakable. Your heat has arrived, slow and cruel and hungry, and your suppressant pills didn’t stand a chance to help you.

The lock finally clicks.

You dart into the narrow alleyway that leads to the side stairs up to your apartment. No cameras here. No neighbors. Just dumpsters and shadows and the faint scent of garbage. It should be safe.

But halfway down the alley—

You feel it.

The pull.

Like gravity changing direction.

You stop.

Your breath catches.

And then—

Bootsteps.

Slow. Heavy. Deliberate.

You turn.

Mingi’s the first to appear. Black jacket unzipped just enough to show the reinforced vest beneath, his CIA badge clipped to his chest but darkened, tucked away. His hair is slicked back from the cold, but his lips are curled into something between a smirk and a snarl.

Behind him—Yunho.

He stands silent. Eyes locked on you like a predator who’s been waiting for you to stop running.

He’s still in uniform too. Tactical black. Holstered weapons. Gloves on. And that alpha scent—rich and lethal—mixes with Mingi’s, creating a fog of pheromones that hits you like a brick wall.

You stagger.

Your back hits the alley wall.

“Our Omega,” Yunho says, voice like crushed velvet. “You didn’t think we’d let you wander off like this, did you?”

“I—” You shake your head, eyes wide. “I don’t know who you—”

“You do.” Mingi steps closer, his eyes raking down your trembling form. “You felt it. When I touched you. That lightning sensation.”

Yunho moves beside him, boxing you in, their bodies radiating heat like open flame.

“We’ve been watching you,” Yunho murmurs, close enough now for his scent to coat your tongue. “Waiting.”

Your knees buckle slightly. Heat pulses between your thighs, slick already threatening to soak through your panties.

“You didn’t really want to be alone, did you?” Mingi’s voice is low and dark and so sure. “You were leaking scent halfway down the block. Begging for us to find you. If I knew any better, you knew what you were doing.”

You try to speak, but it comes out a whimper.

Your skin is flushed, your thighs trembling, your scent spiraling out in waves—and both alphas inhale like they’ve found the sweetest drug.

Yunho’s hand braces the wall next to your head.

“You’re in heat now, omega,” he growls. “And you belong to us. Now, let us in and we’ll treat you well.”

Your legs are shaking, not from fear, but from the pressure. The heat that coils low and sharp in your gut, the wetness between your thighs, the way your body cries out for something you don’t dare say aloud.

Mingi walks behind you, a little too close.

Yunho’s beside you, just to your left—his hand at your lower back like a brand. Not touching skin. Not yet. But you can feel it like a ghost, like the promise of something far more intense.

Every step up the staircase feels wrong.

Or maybe too right.

Your apartment door looms at the top, and with each stair, your scent grows thicker. You know it—you feel it. It’s in the way Mingi exhales sharply behind you, in the low sound Yunho makes deep in his chest, like he’s barely holding something back.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Yunho asks, voice low and deceptively soft.

You nod.

Your fingers twitch on the doorknob as you unlock it. You feel their eyes on you—on the curve of your neck, the tension in your thighs, the tiny tremble in your breath.

The door swings open.

You step inside.

And hesitate.

Because it’s too quiet. Too intimate. You’ve never had anyone in your space during heat, never trusted anyone enough—but now you’ve got two alphas following you in. The door closes behind them with a quiet, final click.

You're trapped.

And you're wet.

And they know it.

You back up slowly, coat still clutched in your arms, scent bleeding out through your pores no matter how hard you try to suppress it.

“You’re really trying to hide it, huh?” Mingi leans against the wall, eyes dark. “But it’s everywhere. Your scent... it’s driving us crazy.”

You swallow hard.

“I—I didn’t mean—”

“You don’t have to lie, princess” Yunho steps into your space, towering, warm. “You think we don’t see how your thighs keep squeezing together? You think we don’t smell that cum soak through your panties?”

Your knees wobble.

And Yunho catches you by the wrist—gently. Like he’s not furious with restraint.

“You’re not ready yet,” he murmurs, voice brushing against your heat-fogged brain. “Not until you beg for it.”

“You’re going to,” Mingi adds, stepping closer, “but not yet.”

Yunho leans in, nose brushing your throat. Not touching, not kissing, just breathing you in. Your knees nearly buckle. Your fingers grip his arm like it’s the only thing keeping you upright.

“You smell so ripe,” he whispers. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

Your breath hitches.

Mingi’s fingertips brush your jaw, tilting your head just slightly, his mouth a hair’s breadth from yours—but he doesn’t kiss you.

He smirks.

“You’re going to fall apart for us, little omega,” he says. “Piece by piece.”

And then—

They both pull back.

Leaving you standing there, panting, soaked, desperate.

“You have one night,” Yunho says. “To prepare.”

“If you open that door for us tomorrow,” Mingi adds, eyes heavy-lidded, “we’re not leaving until we’ve ruined you.”

And with that, they leave.

Not a touch more.

Just the echo of their promise hanging in the air

A few hours later

Your apartment is too quiet.

Too warm.

Too empty.

You tossed and turned for hours, the ache in your belly growing worse with every minute. You stripped out of your clothes, sweating and restless, tried burying yourself under pillows and blankets to find some kind of comfort.

But the heat was cruel tonight.

The sheets are soaked. Your skin’s flushed. Your body keeps twitching, aching, throbbing with the need to be touched. Filled. Claimed.

So you give in.

Instinct takes over.

You drag every pillow off the bed, every blanket from the closet. Build your nest in the center of the mattress—deep, soft, safe. You curl up in it like a desperate little thing, panting, burying your nose in a sweatshirt that had remnant’s of Yunho and Mingi’s lingering musky smell.

It smells like them.

That clean, commanding alphas scent that makes your whole body tense up and drip.

You whimper and roll onto your back.

The heat is burning now. You spread your thighs and let your hand slide down between them, pussy already soaked.

Two fingers press into your tight pussy and you cry out softly, rolling your hips against your palm. It’s not enough. Nowhere near enough. But you don’t stop. The spiraling sensation was unbearable.

Your voice breaks into a whine.

“Mingi... Yunho…”

You’re not even trying to hide it anymore.

Your other hand clutches the sweatshirt and moved it to your face as you fuck yourself with your fingers, imagining Mingi’s lips on your neck, Yunho’s hand wrapped around your throat.

“Please,” you whisper, panting. “Need you—need your knots—fuck, please—”

Your body’s shaking. Writhing. You can’t stop saying their names. You rub your clit faster, grind down, hips chasing that high—but even as the orgasm builds, it feels wrong without them.

You need them. Their scent. Their teeth. Their heat.

You came with a cry muffled the sweatshirt, body curling in on itself.

But it’s not enough.

Your fingers are still buried deep within, insides twitching, when you open your eyes, breathless and soaked. Your body still aches. Still wants.

And outside—

Across the street.

Up on the rooftop.

Two shadows stand in silence, watching your every move.

Yunho exhales slowly, jaw clenched tight. Dick pressed hard inside the leather pants.

Mingi’s hands are fists in his coat pockets, eyes dark, lips parted just slightly. Biting his lips.

They’d promised to wait.

But watching you fall apart—hearing you moan their names into the night?

That patience is starting to crack.

“She’s going crazy in there,” Mingi murmurs, voice husky.

“She is so sexy, our omega” Yunho answers, eyes still locked on your open window.

Neither of them move.

Not yet.

They’ll give you just a little longer.

Let you suffer in your nest. Let you call for them again.

You’re burning up.

Your whole body’s slicked with sweat, trembling under the weight of your heat. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come tonight. The sheets are ruined, your fingers ache, your voice is hoarse—but the ache hasn’t gone away.

You’re curled in the middle of your nest, legs spread shamelessly, one hand between your thighs, the other clinging to the scent-soaked cloth like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered.

And you’re crying.

Not from pain—but from needing.

“Mingi… Yunho…” your voice cracks on a sob as you grind down into your palm. “Please… please come… I need you…”

Your cum drips down your thighs.

Your fingers aren’t enough.

They’ll never be enough. They’ll never be thick enough.

You don’t know it—but outside your apartment, standing just beyond the door, Yunho and Mingi are listening.

They’ve been there since just after midnight.

Long coats on. Earpieces in. Still in full CIA mode. But the second they heard you whimpering their names through the wall, their training didn’t mean shit anymore.

Mingi’s forehead rests against the doorframe now, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles are white. His breathing is shallow. Tight. Barely controlled.

“She’s touching herself again,” he grits out.

Yunho stands beside him, arms crossed, face unreadable—but his jaw ticks, hard.

“She’s begging for it,” he murmurs. “You hear that? She’s begging for us.”

“She’s not gonna last much longer.”

Yunho glances down at the lock, then to Mingi.

“We said morning.”

“It is morning,” Mingi growls.

It’s barely 5:00 AM—but the sun’s just starting to rise, casting pale gold light through the hallway windows.

Yunho shifts, rolls his shoulders, the alpha energy coming off him in waves.

“Then…. let’s end her suffering.”

Mingi exhales like he’s been holding it in all night.

Yunho knocks once—sharp.

Your eyes fly open.

You freeze in your nest, still touching yourself, mouth falling open in shock.

Another knock.

Harder this time.

Then—his voice.

“Open the door, baby,” Yunho says, voice deep and calm, but rough at the edges. “Let your needy alphas in.”

Your whole body shudders.

You scramble to your feet, legs wobbling, cum dripping down your legs as you grab the handle. You barely manage to unlock it before the weight of them hits you—

They’re inside.

Yunho catches your wrist before you can stumble. Mingi steps in behind, closing the door with a heavy final click.

And then it’s just you, and them.

You’re panting. Flushed. Cum dripping down your thighs. Hair stuck to your face.

You collapse to the floor. You look up at Yunho, eyes wide and glassy.

“Please…”

“You poor thing,” he murmurs, getting down on his knees, brushing his fingers down your jaw. “You waited all night, didn’t you?”

“I—tried—” you gasp, but Mingi’s already behind you, dragging his fingers down your spine, his nose burying into your scent gland with a growl.

“You’re soaked,” he snarls. “Been fucking yourself all night and still this wet?”

You let out a broken sob, body pressing back into him as Yunho tilts your chin up.

“Such a good little omega,” he whispers, lips brushing your temple with a peck that leaves you stunned. “You’ve suffered enough.”

“You want your alphas?” Mingi rasps, tongue flicking slow and wet against your neck.

“Yes—yes, please—need you inside—both of you—now—”

Yunho smirks, finally letting the last thread of restraint snap. Pheromones being fully released.

“Then get on the bed,” he says, voice like a command you were born to obey.

“On your back,” Mingi adds, already stripping off his belt.

“Legs spread open, show us your clenching tight wet pussy and tight little asshole” Yunho growls, shrugging off his coat, revealing the holster still strapped to his chest.

You stumble back toward your drenched nest of a bed.

You get into your ruined little nest—blankets tangled around your legs, pillows soaked through. Your skin’s burning. Your scent’s everywhere. The heat is so thick in the room it’s suffocating.

And Yunho’s gaze locks on you like a predator.

“Lie back, now” he orders, low and calm.

You obey instantly, trembling as your legs fall open, revealing your slick, swollen pussy lips. You’re soaked—messy, red, flushed and desperate.

Mingi chuckles darkly, tugging the gloves off his hands with a slow, deliberate flex of his fingers.

“Look at that pussy,” he growls. “Dripping all over the sheets like a needy little bitch.”

Your hips twitch, whining so softly.

“Go on,” Yunho says, stepping forward as he starts unbuttoning the high collar of his uniform. “Touch yourself. Show us how badly you want it.”

Your fingers slide down without hesitation, finding your clit in seconds, rubbing slow, messy circles as both of the alphas watch. Your body arches at the sound of Mingi’s belt hitting the floor. Clink.

He’s undoing his pants now, shirt open, chest slick with sweat from standing outside all night. He smells incredible—sharp, earthy, masculine and thick with alpha heat.

And Yunho’s no better.

Still in his tactical holster, undershirt clinging to every hard line of his chest, eyes narrowed as he pulls it off over his head in one fluid motion. His abs are glistening. Sweat beads rolling down hus sternum. His cock’s already hard and straining against his pants.

You whimper, hips rolling into your hand as you spread your legs wider.

“You like putting on a show, baby?” Mingi teases, palming the bulge in his boxers. “Is this what you were doing all night? Touching this little pussy and calling for us like a good slut?”

“Y-Yes,” you breathe, fingers working faster. “Thought about you both—needed your cocks, your knots—”

Yunho exhales sharply through his nose, finally yanking down his pants.

His cock springs free—long, thick, hard. Veins running up the shaft, the head already leaking down with precum.

He strokes it once, then twice— eyes watching you the whole time.

“Look at her,” he murmurs to Mingi. “She’s soaking the sheets.”

“She’s gonna make a mess of us too.”

Mingi pushes his boxers down, his cock thick, heavy and flushed with need. His fingers wrap around it, stroking slow as his pheromones finally burst free, mixing with Yunho’s and crushing you beneath them.

Your whole body shudders.

Your fingers slip deeper, hips bucking, breath coming in desperate gasps.

“I can’t—fuck—I need—”

“You’re not gonna cum yet,” Yunho growls, stepping closer.

Mingi’s standing at the edge of the bed now, staring down at you with that feral, starving look in his eyes.

“Beg us to fill you, little omega,” he whispers, voice rough with lust. “Beg us to break you. Beg us to knot you.”

You cry out, fingers still rubbing your clit, body writhing in your nest.

“Please, need you both—inside me, in my heat—fill me—break me—fuck me full and don’t stop—”

The words spill out like a chant. A prayer.

Yunho leans down, pressing his cockhead to your lips, not letting you taste it yet.

“You want us to knot you?” he growls.

“Yes—yes, please—”

“You want to be bred?”

“Yes—fuck—please breed me—”

Mingi kneels onto the bed beside you, cock heavy in his fist, dragging the slick head up your thigh.

Yunho strokes your cheek, eyes dark, voice low.

“Then spread your legs wider, baby,” he whispers. “Because we’re going to give you everything you want.”

"Poor baby," Yunho murmurs, voice thick and low as he climbs into the bed behind you, his massive body boxing you in.

Your answer is a sob, a needy whimper as Mingi moves between your legs, stroking his cock as he watches your slick pulse from your cunt in slow waves.

"Look at that pretty pussy," Mingi breathes. "She’s clenching for cock."

And then he leans down, pressing his tongue to your clit.

You scream, body arching into his mouth as he licks a long, slow stripe up your center. Your entire body jerks from the contact—too sensitive, too needy—and you sob again when Yunho's hands wrap around your waist from behind.

"You’ve been playing with yourself all night, huh?" he growls against your ear, licking the shell of it, hips pressing forward so you can feel his cock grind into your ass. "Bet you’ve been day dreaming about us stuffing you full."

Mingi’s tongue fucks deep and hard, moaning into you as he laps up everything you give him, and you can't stop shaking. You can’t breathe. You’re suffocating on their scents, their bodies, the feeling of Yunho's cock nudging the crack of your ass as Mingi eats you like he’s starving.

Then Yunho pulls you back against his chest, lips grazing your jaw.

"Time to get filled up, sweetheart."

Mingi sits back on his heels, your juices smeared down his chin. Licking it up as if it’s honey. He strokes his cock with a low growl, eyes locked on yours.

"Think she can take us both?" he grins.

"We’ll make her take it," Yunho answers darkly.

And then—like a dream slipping into a fever—Mingi presses the head of his cock to your entrance and sinks in. Hard. Deep.

You cry out, high-pitched and breathless, head falling back onto Yunho’s broad shoulder as your cunt stretches wide around Mingi’s thick cock. He goes slow, inch by inch, giving you everything—and you’re gasping by the time he bottoms out.

"F-Fuck," you whimper. “So thick..”

But Yunho just smirks against your neck.

"That’s only half of it, baby."

Then he presses forward.

The blunt head of Yunho’s cock pushes against your tight, slicked-up ass, and you freeze—legs shaking, body stretched to its limit.

"Relax," he murmurs, voice gentle, dominant, controlling. "Let me in. I know your body and mind can take me in.”

And you do. You have to. You open for him, sobbing as he pushes inside slowly—inch by agonizing inch, burning and blissful and too much—until both of them are buried deep.

You’re full. Stuffed. You can feel them pressing together inside you, rubbing along your insides, so deep it hurts, so good it makes your body tremble.

“F-Fuck, she's squeezing me,” Mingi grits out, voice raw.

“She’s gonna milk us both dry,” Yunho growls.

Then they move.

Together. Slow at first—pulling out and slamming back in, perfectly timed, stretching you open with every thrust. You’re screaming. Moaning. There’s no space left in you to think. No air in your lungs that isn’t soaked in their pheromones.

They rut into you like beasts in heat. And your body takes it, helpless and dripping and raw. Skin flushed. Your pussy clenches hard around Mingi’s cock every time Yunho drives into your ass, your walls fluttering, trying to keep them both inside.

“Mine,” Mingi growls. Looking deep into your lustful eyes.

“Ours,” Yunho snarls.

They fuck you harder.

The bed creaks. The sheets are soaked. The smell of sex and slick and alphas in rut floods every corner of your senses until you’re gone, drowning in them—sobbing, squealing, squirting all over Mingi’s cock as your orgasm rips through you without warning.

“Oh fuck—” Mingi curses. “She’s squirting—shit—”

You convulse, stars bursting behind your eyes as your pussy gushes, cum spraying between your thighs and soaking them both. But they don’t stop. Not even close.

“That’s it, baby,” Yunho growls, thrusting harder. “You wanna be knotted to your alphas? Take it. Take all of it.”

You’re a mess of wet, ruined moans, begging between gasps.

“P-Please—fill me—want your knots—your cum—need it—need to be bred—”

And then—they snap.

“Been so good for us,” Mingi groaned, his voice dropping into that growl that always made your core clench. “You ready to take your first knot, baby?”

You moaned, nodded, but Mingi’s hand caught your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“Say it,” Mingi demanded, crouched in front of you, already stroking his thick cock with a hand slicked in your juices. “Say who you belong to.”

“Y-You—both of you,” you whimpered, practically delirious from the heat pooling low in your belly. “Need you inside, please, please—”

Yunho didn’t make you beg again. Moving from your ass to your pussy.

He pushed in with one long, slow thrust, spreading you wide for him, stretching you until you were keening. His cock was massive, every inch thick and veined, and you swore you felt it kissing against your cervix. You sobbed into the sheets, overwhelmed, your nails clawing at the bed as he bottomed out.

And then he started to move.

Hard, punishing thrusts that shoved you forward on the bed, his hands on your hips bruising and possessive, holding you still as he used your dripping cunt like it belonged to him—and it did. Your omega instincts purred, twisted, writhed with the pleasure of being claimed.

“That’s it,” Yunho groaned, panting into your neck. “Taking me so good. You need this knot, don’t you? We’re gonna stuff you full, keep you plugged up for hours.”

Your brain was half-gone, mouth spilling nonsense, but your body answered—arching back, pressing into every stroke, grinding on him as the base of his cock began to swell.

“Knot—knot me, both of you please—”

You felt the shift—his knot swelling rapidly, his pace stuttering as he pushed deeper, harder, forcing the thick bulb into your fluttering entrance. It burned. It filled. And when it popped inside, locking him to you with a low, snarling growl, your orgasm crashed down so hard it blacked out your vision.

Yunho was panting above you, still pulsing inside, his cock throbbing as his knot locked your bodies together.

But Mingi wasn’t done.

Mingi’s cock slammed into your pussy right next to Yunho’s knot, stretching you impossibly wide. You screamed, the pressure dizzying, the angle deeper than anything you could have imagined. The bulge of Yunho’s knot forced Mingi’s cock to press right against your g-spot with every thrust, his size no less punishing than Yunho’s.

You were split, ruined, stuffed to overflowing—and they hadn’t even finished with you yet.

Mingi’s hand wrapped around your throat, tilting your face up so you couldn’t look away from the fire in his eyes.

“You’re ours,” he growled. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you choked, voice broken, moaning when he fucked into you even harder. “Yours, only yours—fuck, I’m gonna—!”

“Good. Come again while we fill you up,” Yunho growled from behind, thrusting his knot deeper. “We wanna see you dripping.”

And you did. The orgasm exploded through you, so intense it stole your breath. You felt Mingi’s cock throb, spilling inside you, and then Yunho snarled low and possessive as he came again, knot throbbing, pushing all that cum deep inside where it couldn’t escape.

You were shaking, stuffed with seed, knotted, marked, claimed—and they still weren’t letting go.

"You're not done," they murmur, voices feral. "Not until you're ours in every way."

You barely manage to whimper before Yunho turns your face toward his, catching your lips in a bruising kiss. His fingers thread in your hair. Grabbing the back of your neck to pull you in closer.

“You feel that?” he growls against your mouth. “That ache in your chest? That heat that won’t fade?”

You nod, dazed. "Y-Yes..”

“Then give in,” Mingi whispers behind you, licking up the curve of your neck. “Let us mark you.”

That word sends a thrill straight through you.

Your omega instincts scream for it.

The bond.

The mark.

The bite.

The forever.

You moan as Mingi pushes back inside—hot, thick, stretching your sore hole again, sliding into the cum already stuffed inside you. His cock finds its place with ease—like he’s been there a thousand times. Like he belongs.

And Yunho’s not done either.

He moves in front of you, knees on the bed, guiding his cock—still hard, still leaking—straight to your already-used pussy. Mingi followed right after. Slowly pushing his way in next to Yunho.

You moan so sweetly as they push themselves in. Your body, sore and greedy, takes them both like it’s starved for it. Like you can’t function without being filled.

Their pheromones are suffocating.

Heavy. Rich.

You can barely breathe—but you love it.
You’re soaking in it. Drowning.

And as their thrusts sync, slow and grinding, building again—you feel it.
The tension.
The pressure.
The moment.

Mingi’s teeth graze your neck first. Sharp. Intentional.

He whispers, “You ready to be mine?”

You whimper. “Yes… Please bite me.. mark me..”

His bite sinks in.

You scream.

A white-hot spark explodes through your entire body—heat bursting in your gut, cunt clenching around Yunho as Mingi’s knot forces deeper, locking inside you.

Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave.

And Yunho?

He watches. Eyes burning red. Pheromones pulsing.

His hand curls around your throat, tilting your head just enough.

He doesn’t ask.

He takes.

His fangs sink in beside Mingi’s, a mirrored mark on the other side of your neck, claiming you—owning you—sealing you as theirs. Forever.

And when his knot finally forces inside your pussy again, you break.

You convulse, squirt, muscles fluttering around both cocks and both knots, sobbing as you cum so violently your vision goes white.

Yunho and Mingi flood your womb.

Their knots swell impossibly tight—trapping every drop of their claim inside you.

Your skin is on fire.

Your chest feels like it’s glowing.

Your omega soul is bonded.

Tears slip from your eyes as they hold you, keep you wrapped in their arms, still locked inside, filled, tied, and finally…

Theirs.

Marked by both. Claimed.

Forever.

[yunh0hotteok]

thinking about how gentle yunho is during sex.

he doesn’t force it upon you— won’t even mention it if he’s hard. in fact, he doesn’t usually initiate it unless you make it clear that you want something. he doesn’t even need to show that he’s in a mood, or even seem interested. when you want him, he’ll do anything to give you what you want.

“you want sumn’ baby? speak to me.”

you do want something.

you want him. badly.

it starts with the small sighs, the bit of sexual frustration that eats away at you. then you’re cuddling up on him, like some kind of animal in heat. The soft touching, the feeling of his fingers against your thighs as he traces small circles into them.

those soft eyes you give him make him buckle under pressure— the desire you radiate. he knows exactly what you want, but he wants you to use your words.

it’s important to him— making sure you’re comfortable.

he’s so respectful, asking before doing anything. “can i touch you here? you like when i kiss you there?” he was so reassuring, why wouldn’t you say yes?

he’d take it easy with you, slowly inching himself further into your aching hole. his thrusts were gentle, calm— like he wasn’t in a hurry or desperate to finish. all that mattered was that you did.

“you got it baby, let me know if it hurts, k?”

funny part is, it never did. his lips would peck at your neck, leaving small bites but not enough to cause you pain. his fingers would trail over your nipples, playing with them softly. even if you winced a bit he would stop to check in on you, making sure you were okay before continuing. he couldn’t help being lengthy, you still loved it though.

he’d speed up just a bit without realizing, catching himself and apologizing for making such a mess out of you— it was something he loved to see though. your eyes rolling back as his tip pounding against your sweet spot, the way you clenched around him as he tried so hard to fight back finishing.

when he wasn’t fucking you, oh he was absolutely devouring you whole. two fingers pumped into you as his tongue explored between your folds. his nose grazing against your sensitive bud every now and then.

“taste so good, need you more.”

he was drunk in you— in your taste. he enjoyed hearing the sweet sounds of your cunt mixing with your mumbled moans. he’d slip his tongue into your slit, gathering the taste of you as both his finger and tongue fucked you relentlessly.

your thighs would squeeze at his head, but he didn’t mind it. he’d push his face deeper into you, taking in the way your hips rolled against his nose as you were close to finishing.

“that’s it, let it out like a good girl.”

he was so sweet with you, so caring, it was everything you could want in a guy. and he wouldn’t just let you off the hook one time either, oh no.

you’d be going multiple rounds. multiple rounds of his praise, his care, his gentleness with you.

💌: i hope yall enjoyed this little thought 😼 i saw that little tweet on twitter and thought id make something short out of it hehe

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[yunh0hotteok]

Only Ours To Touch

Dom Yungi x Sub Reader

Genre: smut with little to no plot, just smut 😈

Tw: 18+, smut, air play, double penetration, jealousy, rough sex, praise/degradation, exhibitionism, one way glass, possessiveness, cum play, sensual bj, doubke dom dynamics

Now lets get into it

The streets of Seoul glowed in neon blush as you stepped out of the boutique, the humid night curling your hair slightly at the edges. You were dressed for summer—bare legs, a flirty dress that danced just above your thighs, the breeze sneaking beneath the fabric with every step. You felt sexy, powerful, and just a little bit reckless. Yunho and Mingi had gone back to the hotel ahead of you to prep for “something special,” and told you to take your time. You did. You wandered. You glowed.

And apparently, you drew attention.

“Hey, pretty—where you headed?” A guy slouched near the streetlamp straightened up, eyes raking you with undisguised hunger. He was tall, confident. Too confident. “Alone this late? Bet your boyfriend’s real dumb letting you out like this.”

You gave him a polite, dismissive smile, stepping past. But he reached out, fingers brushing your arm—too familiar, too bold.

Before you could recoil, a shadow moved fast.

“Step back.” Yunho’s voice was ice. Calm, but sharp enough to cut skin. He grabbed the guy’s wrist—not hurting, but making a point—and peeled it off you.

Mingi was beside him, jaw tight, hand clenched. “Touch her again, and we’ll have a different kind of problem.”

The guy backed off quickly, mumbling something about “not worth it,” and slinked off.

You stood still, chest rising and falling, adrenaline mixing with heat. You weren’t afraid. You were… turned on.

Yunho’s hand settled on your lower back. Mingi’s fingers slid around your wrist.

“Back to the hotel,” Yunho said, voice low. “Now.”

The elevator ride was silent but electric. Yunho stood behind you, tall and intimidating, while Mingi leaned casually against the mirror, eyes burning into your reflection. You felt like prey—protected but owned.

The suite was luxurious, all sleek lines and plush comfort. The centerpiece? A massive window looking out over the city. You noticed the strange tint immediately.

“One-way glass,” Yunho said when he caught your stare. “We see them. They don’t see us.”

You swallowed. Hard.

“Strip,” Mingi said, voice darker now. “We didn’t like that guy looking at what’s ours.”

You hesitated only a second before reaching for the hem of your dress, heart pounding.

Yunho stepped closer. “Slow. Let us enjoy it.”

You did. The fabric slid up over your thighs, your hips, your waist, lifted higher until your chest was bare, nipples already hard. The way they looked at you—possessive, hungry—made you feel naked even before your panties joined the pile on the floor.

Mingi moved first, stepping behind you, hands rough on your hips, thumbs pressing bruises into your skin.

“You were real quiet when he touched you,” he murmured against your ear. “Did you like the attention?”

“No,” you breathed.

Yunho tilted your chin up. “Then why are you so wet, baby?”

You whimpered.

They guided you toward the glass, positioning you with your palms flat against it. The cool surface teased your nipples, your thighs already trembling.

“You wanna show them who you really belong to?” Mingi growled, one hand gripping your ass. “Let them watch your face while we ruin your body.”

Yunho knelt behind you, lips trailing the inside of your thigh. “We’re gonna fuck you right here. Make you scream while the whole city watches that pretty mouth fall open for us.”

You gasped as Mingi pushed two fingers into your dripping pussy, curling them just right.

“She’s so ready,” he said. “Beg for it.”

“Please,” you moaned. “Please, Yunho. Mingi. I need it.”

Yunho stood and kissed you fiercely, stealing the last of your breath. “You’ll take us both. Like our perfect little slut.”

You shivered, nodding. You’d do anything.

Mingi knelt first, positioning his cock at your entrance, stretching you slowly as he slid inside. You cried out, the pressure perfect, the fullness dizzying.

“Fucking tight,” he groaned. “Always so good for us.”

Then Yunho moved behind, thick head teasing your other hole—your ass already slick with lube he’d apparently planned for. He pressed in slowly, watching your face in the glass, hand on your throat as he claimed every inch.

You screamed. You trembled.

“You’re taking it,” Yunho gritted, his other hand gripping your waist. “You’re taking all of us.”

They moved in sync, bodies pressing you against the glass, fucking you hard and deep. You could see your own flushed face in the reflection—mouth open, eyes glassy, hair sticking to your forehead.

You were being destroyed.

“You look so pretty like this,” Mingi growled. “Mouth open. Holes full.”

“You’re ours,” Yunho whispered into your ear. “Only ours.”

Their rhythm grew savage. Skin against skin. Moans echoing. The pressure between them made it impossible to think—only feel.

Your orgasm hit like a wave crashing through the city. You clenched around them both, crying out so loud you worried someone would hear. But you didn’t care.

They followed—Mingi first, groaning into your neck, then Yunho with a low, brutal growl as he slammed deep one last time.

You collapsed forward against the glass, trembling.

They didn’t let you fall. Yunho cradled your body while Mingi kissed your shoulder, whispered praises into your skin.

“You did so good, baby,” Yunho murmured. “Letting everyone see what you really are.”

“Our perfect little fucktoy,” Mingi added, voice dripping with pride.

You smiled weakly, heart still racing.

And out there, just beyond the one-way glass, the city kept glowing. Oblivious. Watching.

Exactly like they wanted.

Mingi didn’t say a word when he scooped you up from the floor, his big arms warm and strong beneath you. You whimpered softly, still trying to catch your breath, your thighs slick with the aftermath of everything they just did to you. Your body felt heavy, loose, used—in the best fucking way—but that glint in Yunho’s eyes as he opened the bathroom door told you it wasn’t over.

Not even close.

Steam began to curl in the air the moment Mingi turned on the rainfall shower. The bathroom filled with heat, the sound of water thundering onto tile. He stepped in with you still in his arms, and you clung to him instinctively as the first blast of hot water soaked your skin. Yunho followed close behind, shedding the last of his clothes and stepping in beside you both, towering and commanding even in the haze of steam.

You started to tremble again, not from fear—but anticipation. You knew that look. That slow, quiet, possessive look they both had when you were about to be ruined all over again.

Mingi gently set you on your knees in the center of the stall. The hot water sluiced over your body, making your already raw skin tingle.

“Don’t move,” he said lowly. “Wanna see your pretty mouth full again.”

You looked up through your lashes, hair clinging to your face, skin gleaming with heat. The steam wrapped around all three of you, making everything feel close, enclosed—intimate and filthy at once.

Yunho stepped forward first, cock already thickening again, proud and heavy. You licked your lips at the sight. He was so fucking big. The tip was flushed dark pink, and a single bead of precum leaked from the slit, barely staying put under the water streaming down.

You reached for him with slippery fingers, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, the other hand already finding Mingi’s. They both grew harder in your palms, the wetness of the soap making everything feel impossibly slick. You pumped them slowly, teasingly, squeezing every ridge and vein. Their breaths deepened, cocks twitching in your hands.

“You like being on your knees for us?” Yunho murmured.

You nodded. “Love it.”

“She’s so dirty, hyung,” Mingi muttered, his voice rough and warm. “Look at that tongue.”

You stuck it out, eyes locked on Mingi now as you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. He groaned, the sound low and guttural as you sucked him deep. The soap and spit mixed in your mouth, making him glide in easier, the taste of him already flooding your senses. You worked him in deeper, slow but relentless, throat stretching for him.

Yunho's fingers tangled in your hair next, tugging your head gently off Mingi so you could suck him too. You switched between them, greedily—one deep in your mouth, the other jerking in your hand, trading off until your jaw ached and your throat burned in the best way.

“Fuck, she looks good like this,” Yunho muttered, watching as you drooled over his cock, your mouth stretched wide, suds sliding down your chin with each wet bob of your head. “Like she was made to be between us.”

Mingi leaned back against the wall, groaning as you deepthroated him again. “Made to swallow dick. Look at her face, fuck.”

You gagged a little, and they both moaned, watching you take every inch like you were starving. The tile beneath you was warm, your knees slipping slightly with the mix of water and slick suds on the floor, but you didn’t stop. Couldn’t.

“You gonna take our cum on that pretty face, sweetheart?” Yunho asked, his voice rough and low.

You pulled off Mingi’s cock, gasping for breath, nodding eagerly. “Please.”

Mingi’s hand fisted at the base of his cock, stroking fast, his abs tight. Yunho’s cock was glistening with spit and soap as you pumped him harder, both of them towering above you, breathing ragged.

“Open your mouth,” Yunho said.

You did. Wide. Tongue out, eyes begging for it.

Mingi came first, thick ropes of cum splattering across your lips, your cheek, your tongue. You moaned, holding perfectly still, letting him paint your face. Yunho followed right after, cock twitching hard in your fist as he groaned through clenched teeth, spilling hot over your forehead, your chin, dripping into the mess already coating you.

You blinked up at them, cum sliding down your cheek, water barely washing it away.

“Look at you,” Mingi said, chest heaving. “Ruined.”

“And still so ready for more,” Yunho added, smirking as he brushed a thumb through the mess on your face and shoved it into your mouth. “Clean it up.”

You sucked his thumb greedily, your eyes never leaving his.

Still kneeling in the center of the stall, dripping with water, cum, and suds, you let out a shaky breath.

"You're ours," Yunho whispered, bending to press a kiss to your temple. “No one else gets to see you like this.”

“Ever,” Mingi echoed, pulling you into his chest, both of them lifting you gently off the floor.

The glass wall fogged up around you as they rinsed you off—slowly, sensually—fingers sliding over your skin like worship.

But the night wasn’t over yet.

And if the hungry gleam in Yunho’s eyes was any hint…

You weren’t getting out of this shower on your feet… you turn around and see nothing but a giant tub.

The tub was massive—more like a small hot spring carved into the tile floor—and Mingi filled it to the brim while Yunho dried you off with a towel, his eyes hungry despite how many times they’d already made you cum. You were light-headed, blissed out, but they weren’t done. Not even close.

Mingi turned off the tap once steam was curling up from the surface, water gently lapping the edges like it knew what was coming.

“Get in,” Yunho said, voice low and firm.

You stepped in carefully, the heat making your sore thighs tremble, and sank down into the water with a soft moan. The moment you were seated, back against the sloped tub wall, Mingi slid in behind you, his thighs bracketing your hips, his thick arms pulling you against his soaked chest. Yunho knelt on the edge, trailing one finger down your collarbone.

You tilted your head back to look at him and that’s when you noticed it…

The mirror.

Full-length, floor-to-ceiling, directly across the room. And from this angle—you could see everything.

Your soaked body flushed from heat, your nipples already hard again. Mingi’s arms around you, one hand lazily gliding up your sternum to tease your chest. Yunho’s massive frame above you, cock already hard again, glistening with water.

“You see that?” Yunho whispered, leaning close to your ear, his fingers curling under your chin to tilt your gaze back to the mirror. “Look at yourself, baby.”

You did. You couldn’t not.

“You look ruined,” Mingi muttered, voice rumbling against your back. “Completely fucked out, and we’re not even halfway done with you.”

You whimpered, thighs pressing together instinctively—but Yunho stopped you, gripping your knee and yanking your legs wide apart in the water.

“Not allowed to hide,” he said.

“Gonna make you watch while we ruin that pussy and ass at the same time,” Mingi added, biting down on your shoulder.

Your heart jumped. Your breath caught.

“Please…” you breathed, already writhing.

Mingi lifted you easily, pulling you back onto his cock under the water. You cried out, the stretch sharp and deep, his thick length filling you again with no warning. But the slickness of the water made it too easy. Too smooth. You were already clenching around him before you’d even adjusted.

And then Yunho moved in front of you.

His cock bobbed in the water, flushed and leaking, ready to claim the last part of you they hadn’t taken together.

“Gonna feel so full,” Yunho whispered, guiding the tip of his cock to your ass. “You ready for us, sweetheart?”

You whimpered, unable to speak—just nodding desperately, eyes wide as you watched it all happen in the mirror.

Mingi reached around to spread your cheeks under the water, his cock buried deep in your pussy, his mouth on your neck.

“Take it,” he growled. “Take him too.”

Yunho pressed in slowly, your walls stretching to take the sheer size of him. Your moan broke into a gasp, hands clawing at Mingi’s thighs as you struggled to breathe through it—too much, too full, too good.

You couldn’t look away from the mirror.

You watched yourself get split open—watched Yunho’s cock disappear inch by inch into your tight, trembling body, watched your mouth fall open as your entire body was filled.

Both of them.

At once.

“Good girl,” Yunho hissed, rocking into you deeper, until his hips were flush with your ass. “So fucking tight.”

Mingi grunted behind you, rolling his hips. “Shit, I can feel him through you. She’s squeezing both of us.”

You were sobbing now—pure, pleasure-drunk sobs, your head rolling back against Mingi’s shoulder.

“Look at that slutty little face,” Yunho said. “Crying for more while we stretch you open like our personal fucktoy.”

They started moving in sync—Mingi thrusting up, Yunho pulling out, then switching. Each drag of their cocks pushed you closer to the edge, every thrust making water splash and slosh over the edge of the tub.

You watched yourself bounce between them—watched your body jerk with every thrust, saw your own tears, your open mouth, your soaked skin glowing in the mirror.

“So desperate to be filled in both holes,” Mingi grunted. “You like watching yourself be a little cumdump?”

You moaned brokenly, nodding, mouth too full of moans to form words.

“She’s gonna cum,” Yunho muttered, voice sharp. “She’s fucking shaking.”

You were.

Your whole body clenched down, orgasm slamming into you without warning, the pressure too much, the stretch too good. You screamed, nails digging into Mingi’s thighs, water splashing everywhere as you convulsed between them.

“Fuck, she’s so fucking tight—gonna cum,” Mingi growled, thrusting up into you with brutal rhythm.

“Take it,” Yunho snarled, slamming in deep one last time.

They both came inside you at the same time—deep, heat flooding both your holes as they held you still, bodies pressed tight to yours.

You collapsed between them, water lapping around your trembling form, completely filled and soaking.

And then Yunho turned your head back to the mirror one more time.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “Used. Full. Ours.”

You blinked at your reflection—cum leaking down your thighs, mouth parted in pure, wrecked bliss—and smiled.

“Up,” he said, voice low and firm.

You barely had time to breathe before he was hauling you out of the water like you weighed nothing. Your legs gave out the moment your feet touched the tiles, but Mingi caught you from behind, his big hands gripping your dripping thighs.

“She’s still leaking,” Mingi said, his voice a low growl as he slid two fingers between your legs. “Can’t even keep our cum inside her.”

You gasped—his fingers were deep, scooping their combined mess out of you like he owned it. And he did. They both did.

“You think you’re done?” Yunho’s hand tangled in your wet hair, yanking your head back hard enough to bare your throat. His other hand pressed around your neck—not choking, just holding. Possessive. Dominant.

“You’re not done,” he hissed. “You’re gonna take more. Be good and take everything.”

You whined, already overwhelmed, but your body betrayed you—hips tilting forward, clenching around nothing, desperate to be used.

Mingi spun you toward the counter, lifting you onto the cold marble, ass perched at the edge and legs spread wide. You were a dripping, flushed mess, water pooling beneath you, smeared with cum, lips parted and trembling.

And in front of you? The mirror again.

They wanted you to watch.

“Look at this pathetic little hole,” Mingi growled, spreading your legs farther, using two fingers to expose your still-slick ass. “Took us both so well in the bath. Bet she’ll take it again—dirty, filthy girl.”

“She’s gonna,” Yunho muttered, stroking his cock back to full length. “But this time, she’s gonna taste how ruined she is first.”

You gasped, eyes going wide as Mingi brought his fingers—still wet from your pussy and their cum—up to your lips.

“Open,” he demanded.

You obeyed, cheeks burning. He shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you taste the mess they’d left in you. Your tongue instinctively swirled around them, and that’s when Yunho smiled.

“Fuck, look at that,” he muttered, watching your reflection. “Tasting our cum like a good little cumslut.”

Then Mingi pulled his fingers out—wet and dripping—and smeared them down your chin.

Yunho stepped between your legs again, grabbed your throat, and leaned in close.

“You’re gonna take both our cocks again. But this time,” he whispered against your lips, “you’re gonna watch yourself get wrecked. Every fucking second of it.”

Mingi spread your ass with both hands and spat directly onto your puckered hole, rubbing it in with two thick fingers. You moaned, already twitching, needing it, even though your whole body was overstimulated and raw.

“You ready, baby?” Yunho’s cock pressed against your entrance. “Want to be our filthy little toy again?”

“Y-Yes,” you whispered.

“Say it.”

“Want you—both of you—fuck me, please—want to be your dirty little toy—”

“Good girl.”

They pushed in together again—Yunho taking your pussy, Mingi pressing into your ass—and this time they didn’t wait for your body to adjust. No slow easing in. No mercy.

Just hard, filthy, full-throttle fucking.

You screamed, nails digging into Yunho’s shoulders as he wrapped a hand around your throat again, squeezing just enough to make you dizzy. Mingi yanked your hair back, forcing you to stare into the mirror.

“Watch it,” he snapped. “Look at how ruined you look. Look at those tears.”

You sobbed, overwhelmed by the sight of yourself—face red, mouth open, tits bouncing from the force of their thrusts, your stretched holes dripping and filled, used like a toy.

And the sound—slap slap slap, wet skin meeting skin, the lewd squelch of your messy cunt, the low growls of Mingi behind you, Yunho’s filthy whispers at your throat.

“Gonna make you cum like this,” Yunho grunted. “Fucked out and full, choking on your own whimpers.”

“You feel so fucking tight,” Mingi groaned, hips snapping into you hard. “She’s clenching, Yunho—she’s fucking close—”

“Let her,” Yunho growled. “Make her cum.”

Your orgasm hit like an explosion—blinding, hot, violent—your entire body convulsing, walls fluttering around them, mouth open in a silent scream. You felt your pussy squirt, cum splashing down onto Yunho’s thighs, down your own legs.

But they didn’t stop.

Mingi held your hips down and kept fucking your ass like he was possessed, Yunho grinding into your soaked, quivering pussy until both of them were groaning, panting, hips slamming in deep.

And then it hit.

Mingi came inside your ass with a low growl, Yunho a split second later—deep, hot, so much—and you were full all over again. You whimpered, eyes rolling back as cum leaked from both holes, dripping down onto the counter.

When they finally pulled out, you collapsed forward, completely limp.

But Yunho caught you, hands gentle now.

He cradled your face in his palm, tilting it up so you met his gaze.

“There she is,” he whispered, brushing your hair from your face. “Our perfect little mess.”

Mingi kissed the back of your neck, voice soft and low against your skin.

“You did so good, baby. So fucking good for us.”

And in the mirror, you saw her—you—ruined and glowing, every inch of your body marked by them, and adored.

[yunh0hotteok]

Yungi For DAZED

[yunh0hotteok]

Yungi x Reader

Summary: you, yunho and mingi are enjoying a must have getaway at a villa after their tour

Setting: Secluded luxury villa on a tropical island

Warning: Kinks/Themes: Dom Yunho, Dom Mingi, teasing, edging, submission, tension, playful control, overstimulating, exhibitionism, cumming inside, video recording, restraint, spanking, hair pulling, choking, possession, and vacation heat

Genre: S M U T

Heatwave Fantasy

The sound of waves crashing wasn’t nearly as distracting as Yunho’s gaze.

You lay sprawled across the outdoor lounge chair, wearing the tiniest bikini you'd dared to pack. Sun warming your skin. Drink in hand. The private villa behind you was quiet, save for the gentle clink of ice in a glass and the low rustle of palm leaves.

But the heat? It wasn’t coming from the sun.

It was coming from Mingi’s lips pressed just behind your ear earlier when he whispered, “You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?”
It was in Yunho’s voice this morning, low and amused as he told you, “Don’t think we didn’t notice how needy you looked last night.”

And now they were watching.

Mingi, shirtless, sprawled in the pool with the water beading off his chest.
Yunho, legs spread on a cushioned lounger, sunglasses perched low on his nose, lazily tracing your body with his eyes like he already owned it.

You shifted, thighs pressing together.

“Mm-mm,” Yunho murmured, and your gaze snapped to him.

That smile.

“Keep your legs open, baby,” he said smoothly, voice wrapped in velvet and warning.

Mingi’s voice floated over the water. “Or we’ll have to help you remember your manners.”

Your breath caught.

They were teasing you—like they had been all trip. Gentle brushes of fingers under dinner tables. Heated stares across rooms. Whispered promises they hadn’t quite fulfilled yet. They were stretching it out. Testing you. Letting the tension simmer.

And you were so close to snapping.

You wet your lips, the heat pooling low in your belly. “I’m just sunbathing,” you said innocently.

Yunho chuckled, low and deep. “And we’re just watching. Isn’t that right, Mingi?”

“Watching her squirm,” Mingi replied with a smirk, wading to the edge of the pool. Water dripping down his toned chest, hair pushed back, he looked like every sinful daydream you’d ever had. “How long do you think she can last?”

Yunho tilted his head. “Oh, she’s already shaking. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

You swallowed, but said nothing.

That was your mistake.

In one slow, deliberate motion, Yunho stood, towering over you. The air shifted.

Playtime was over.

“You’ve been such a good girl all week…” His fingers traced up your thigh, featherlight. “Obeying. Letting us build you up. Letting us play.”

You whimpered as his hand slid higher, teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms, but not quite touching where you needed him.

Mingi’s voice came from behind you now—he’d moved fast, stealthy and quiet. “But we’ve decided…” You felt his breath on your neck. “You’ve earned a reward.”

Yunho leaned down, so close his lips brushed yours without kissing. “Or maybe just a taste.”

Your body trembled.

Surrounded. Trapped. Owned.

And they hadn’t even touched you yet.

Yunho’s lips ghosted yours, but still didn’t give you the satisfaction of a kiss.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” he murmured, fingers curling around your jaw to tilt your face up. “Look at you. Fucking trembling.”

Behind you, Mingi’s fingers slid into your hair, gripping just enough to make you gasp. “She’s soaked,” he muttered, lips brushing your ear. “Dripping through her bikini. Filthy little thing.”

“Desperate.” Yunho’s voice was a low growl now. “And we haven’t even started.”

Your breath came in shaky gasps as Yunho sank to his knees in front of your chair. He pushed your legs apart—slowly, deliberately—and pulled your bikini bottoms to the side.

You could’ve cried from the relief of cool air finally hitting your swollen folds.

“She’s shaking,” Mingi said behind you, his voice full of dark amusement. “Should we make her beg?”

“She’ll do it,” Yunho said calmly, his gaze locked between your legs. “Won’t you, baby?”

You nodded too quickly. “Please… please touch me. I need it—”

Mingi clicked his tongue. “Need what?”

“I need you,” you gasped. “Both of you.”

That was enough.

Yunho’s mouth descended, tongue flattening against your clit in a single, devastating lick. You arched, nearly crying out, but Mingi’s hand clamped over your mouth from behind.

“Shhh,” he cooed, lips curling against your cheek. “You don’t want the staff to hear how much of a needy little slut you are, do you?”

Yunho licked again—slow, deliberate. He knew you were close already. Your thighs were trembling. Your hips lifted to chase every movement of his tongue.

But just as you were about to tip over the edge, he pulled back.

“No—” you whined, desperate and humiliated.

“No?” Mingi echoed. “No what?”

“Please,” you breathed. “Don’t stop—please, I was so close.”

Yunho licked his lips, sitting back on his heels. “Exactly. That’s the point.”

“You don’t get to come,” Mingi said, wrapping a hand around your throat and tilting your head so you had to look at him. “Not until we say so. Understand?”

You whimpered, nodding.

“Good girl,” he purred, and it went straight to your core.

The next thing you knew, they were pulling you up—Yunho grabbing your wrists and leading you inside the villa. You barely had time to catch your breath before you were being bent over the bed, arms bound gently behind your back with a soft tie Yunho must’ve pulled from the suitcase.

“Such a pretty little toy,” Yunho muttered, stroking a hand down your spine.

Mingi stepped in front of you, pants already undone, cock heavy and flushed. He gripped himself and tapped the head against your lips. “Open.”

You obeyed instantly, and he slid into your mouth with a hiss of approval.

Behind you, Yunho spread your legs wider, bare hands gripping your ass cheeks before delivering a firm slap that made you moan around Mingi’s cock.

“You like being used like this?” Yunho growled, kneeling behind you, his fingers dipping back into your soaked core. “Soaking wet, mouth full, ass up…”

Mingi thrust slowly into your throat, one hand tangled in your hair, controlling your pace. “She’s fucking addicted to it. Aren’t you, baby?”

You tried to nod, but your mouth was too full.

Yunho pulled his fingers from your dripping pussy and smeared them across your inner thigh. “You want to come?” he asked, voice deadly calm.

You nodded frantically, moaning around Mingi.

“Too bad.”

He slid his cock into you without warning, thick and slow and deep. You gasped around Mingi, every nerve ending lighting up.

The rhythm was merciless.

Mingi fucked your mouth while Yunho fucked your pussy, both of them in perfect sync, taking their time, controlling every inch of your body.

And every time you got close?

They stopped.

Yunho pulled out and slapped your ass. Mingi slowed his pace to a teasing grind.

Tears slipped down your cheeks.

“Aw,” Mingi mocked gently, thumb brushing your wet cheek. “She’s crying. You poor thing.”

“You want to come so bad, don’t you?” Yunho growled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your back. “Beg for it.”

Your voice cracked. “Please, please let me come—I’ll be good, I’ll do anything, please—”

They shared a glance. Something dark passed between them.

And then Yunho slammed into you again, this time relentless. Mingi fucked your throat faster, groaning as your walls clenched.

“Now,” Yunho growled. “Fucking come. Now.”

You shattered.

The orgasm tore through you like fire, your body writhing, bound hands pulling against the tie, mouth filled with Mingi’s cock as you sobbed around him. You felt Mingi twitch, curse, and spill down your throat just as Yunho groaned and came deep inside you.

You collapsed, boneless.

Used. Owned. Completely wrecked.

Mingi pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest while Yunho untied your wrists and kissed the raw marks from the restraint.

“You did so well,” Yunho murmured against your temple. “Our perfect little toy.”

“Don’t think we’re done with you yet,” Mingi added, brushing your hair back. “The night’s still young.”

And just like that, you knew you wouldn’t be walking tomorrow.

Hours later, the villa was bathed in the soft golden light of dusk, waves lapping the shore like a lullaby.

But inside the bedroom?

There was nothing soft about what was happening…

You were naked, blindfolded, arms bound above your head to the bedframe with soft cuffs Yunho had pulled from the bottom of his suitcase. Your legs were spread, ankles tied to the corners of the bed. Vulnerable. Exposed. Perfect.

Between your thighs, a small vibrator buzzed steadily against your soaked clit, held in place by a tight harness. It had been on low for almost fifteen minutes now—just enough to make your body writhe in the restraints, but not enough to push you over again.

“You’ve already come twice today,” Yunho said, voice calm and cruel from somewhere near your ear. “And you will again.”

“And again,” Mingi added, dragging the flat of his palm across your thigh. “Until you cry for it to stop. And then maybe once more.”

You moaned, voice wrecked, body flushed pink with heat and sweat. You were overstimulated, but desperate, needy in a way that only they could get you.

Mingi chuckled darkly. “She’s such a mess already. Did you hear that whimper?”

Yunho leaned in, his hand wrapping around your throat, just enough pressure to make your breath catch. “You like this, baby? All tied up, stuffed full of vibrations, waiting for our cocks?”

You gasped as Mingi tugged the toy harness slightly tighter, pressing the vibrator harder into your aching clit.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice thick.

“Y-yes,” you cried. “I love it. I love being your toy.”

“That’s what I thought,” Yunho growled.

And then it all snapped.

Mingi straddled your chest, sliding his cock between your lips again, groaning as you wrapped them around him. His hand fisted in your hair, guiding your pace. Rough. Deep.

Yunho knelt between your legs, slid two fingers into your drenched core and pumped them slowly, watching your body twitch and jolt under the relentless buzz of the toy.

“Fuck, she’s dripping,” he muttered. “All for us.”

Then, you felt it—cold metal.

The click of a new toy being prepped.

You whimpered around Mingi as Yunho pressed a second, smaller vibrator inside you. He didn’t turn it on… just yet.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Yunho said. “You’re going to take everything. My cock, Mingi’s cock, and both toys. No safeword, no stopping unless you can’t speak it. Understand?”

You gasped around Mingi, nodding quickly.

“Color?” Mingi grunted.

“Green,” you managed, even with your mouth full.

“Good fucking girl,” Yunho growled—and turned the second vibrator on.

You screamed around Mingi’s cock, your whole body jerking as the sensation doubled. You couldn’t escape. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Every nerve was on fire.

Tears streamed from under your blindfold as Yunho spread your thighs wider and replaced the toy with his cock, thick and slow at first, then brutal.

The way he fucked you—hips snapping, one hand still around your throat, the other pinning your hip—was feral.

“Take it,” he growled. “You’re ours. You take every fucking inch.”

Mingi slid out of your mouth to give you air and slapped your cheek gently. “Look at her. Ruined. You gonna cry for us again, baby?”

You sobbed through another orgasm—one that crested violently with both vibrators buzzing against and inside you, Yunho pounding into your soaked pussy, and Mingi twisting your nipples just to hear you beg.

You shattered. Again. And again.

“Fucking hell,” Yunho groaned. “She’s clenching so tight—she wants me to come in her.”

“Do it,” Mingi growled. “Fill her up.”

And Yunho did.

He came deep, hips jerking, his moan guttural in your ear. The moment he pulled out, Mingi slid into your used hole, cock hard and ready.

“Still so warm,” he breathed, fucking into you hard, fast, merciless. “I’m not stopping. I’m gonna fuck you until you pass out.”

Your whole body was shaking. Skin slick. Blindfold soaked with tears. You could barely speak, barely breathe—but you loved it. Every overstimulated second of it.

Mingi’s hand wrapped in your hair as he came with a shout, burying himself deep and staying there, panting, keeping you full.

No one moved.

You were cock-warmed, cum-dripping, and shaking in the aftermath.

“Color?” Yunho asked gently, stroking your hair, voice soft again.

You swallowed thickly. “Green.”

Mingi kissed your jaw. “God, you’re insane.”

“She’s ours,” Yunho whispered. “And she took it all like a fucking goddess.”

Your limbs felt like they were floating.

Not weightless — more like you were tethered to something warm, something grounding. Your body ached in the most exquisite ways, skin tingling with aftershocks, lips swollen from kissing and moaning and being owned.

The toys were gone. The cuffs were off. But your body still trembled from the memory of them.

Mingi had carried you to the bathtub while Yunho ran it — warm water with eucalyptus bubbles, soft music still playing low in the background, as if the villa had decided to cradle all three of you in peace now that the storm had passed.

You leaned back against Mingi’s chest in the tub, your thighs resting on either side of his, his arms circled protectively around your waist. He kissed the side of your neck lazily, like he couldn’t not touch you. Like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held.

Yunho was beside the tub, crouched down, a warm cloth in hand, gently wiping between your legs, careful, reverent.

“You did so good, baby,” he said softly. “So fucking good for us.”

You let out a breathless sound, halfway between a sigh and a whimper, and Mingi shushed you with a kiss behind your ear.

“She’s still floaty,” Mingi murmured. “But she’s glowing.”

Yunho smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “That’s because she knows who she belongs to.”

You nodded faintly, letting your head fall to Mingi’s shoulder, lips parting as Yunho’s hand dipped into the water and gently cupped your inner thigh.

“I know it was a lot,” he murmured, voice low and smooth like melted chocolate. “But you were fucking perfect, baby. Brave, obedient, greedy. Everything we love about you.”

“I couldn’t stop if I tried,” you whispered. “You make me… need it.”

Mingi chuckled, voice low against your wet skin. “That’s ‘cause you’re our good girl. Made for us.”

They washed you slowly, took turns massaging conditioner into your hair, trailing kisses down your shoulders, caressing your thighs. Not sexual, not yet. But charged. Full of an undercurrent that promised more.

Later, they tucked you into bed between them, naked and warm, their bodies pressing into yours like a safety net.

Mingi curled behind you, spooning you close with his big hand splayed over your belly, occasionally dragging his fingers lightly up and down your skin. Yunho faced you, brushing your damp hair from your forehead, studying your eyes like he was still making sure you were okay.

“You’re ours,” he murmured. “And tomorrow? We’re not letting you out of this bed.”

Your pulse jumped.

“Maybe we’ll fuck you slow,” Mingi whispered into your hair. “Make you come so many times you forget what day it is.”

“Or maybe,” Yunho smirked, “we won’t let you come at all until nighttime.”

You whined softly, shifting between them.

“Shh,” Yunho hushed, kissing you softly, deeply. “Go to sleep. We’ll take care of you in the morning.”

And god, they would.

The Next Morning

You woke slowly.

The air in the room was thick with warmth, the scent of sex still lingering faintly on the sheets. Your body was sore in the best way — thighs tender, lips swollen, between your legs slick and sensitive.

And between your legs… was a hand.

Gentle. Stroking. Testing.

Your breath hitched before your eyes even opened, and you heard Yunho’s voice, low and amused.

“There she is,” he murmured, his fingers grazing your folds lazily. “Thought we might have fucked the consciousness out of you last night.”

Mingi’s chest was pressed to your back, his morning-hard cock nestled against your ass, arm slung possessively around your waist. His lips grazed your shoulder.

“She’s wet already,” he said, half a groan. “So needy, even when she’s sleeping.”

You gasped softly as Yunho slid two fingers inside you — slowly, tenderly, like he was petting you from the inside. Not enough to make you come. Just enough to keep you on the edge.

“Good morning, baby,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your lips, slow and deep. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Mingi rolled his hips against you, his voice like thunder and honey. “You wanna be full again, huh?”

You nodded sleepily, dazed and desperate. “Please…”

Yunho’s voice dropped. “You wanna warm me up with that pretty pussy?”

Your whimper was all the answer he needed.

He moved between your legs slowly, easing his cock inside you with care, the stretch delicious, hot and perfect. You moaned as he filled you to the hilt and stayed there, buried deep, unmoving.

“Stay still,” he warned, gripping your hip.

And then they waited.

Mingi kissed your neck, letting his fingers tease your nipples, grazing your skin like fire.

Yunho just watched you squirm, his cock pulsing inside you, his hands on your thighs.

“You love being stuffed full first thing in the morning, don’t you?” he whispered.

You whimpered, clenching around him. “Yunho… please…”

But he just smirked. “Not yet. You don’t beg like you need it.”

Mingi’s hand wrapped around your throat from behind, gently, lovingly. “Then beg.”

“I—please, I need it,” you gasped. “Need you both. Need to be used, fucked, ruined—”

That was it.

Yunho’s restraint snapped.

He grabbed your thighs, lifted your hips, and began thrusting hard, deep, slamming into your soaked heat with an intensity that made your vision blur.

Mingi moved behind you, grabbing the cuffs from the nightstand and locking your wrists together over your head, kissing you like a man starved before sitting back to watch you get destroyed.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he muttered, stroking his cock lazily as Yunho fucked you like he owned every inch.

“Open your mouth,” Yunho growled.

You obeyed.

He spat into it.

“Swallow.”

You did.

“Good girl.”

He reached down, pressing his thumb to your clit as he pounded you, watching your face contort in pure, helpless pleasure.

Mingi’s voice was low and thick. “You close already, baby?”

“Y-yes—!”

Yunho stopped.

You screamed.

“No,” he said simply, pulling out. “Not yet.”

Mingi took his place without missing a beat, sliding into your soaked, needy hole while Yunho sat back beside you, rubbing your clit cruelly slow.

You thrashed, body quaking, completely at their mercy again.

“You’re gonna come when we say,” Yunho said softly, gripping your chin. “And when you do… it’ll be so fucking hard, you won’t remember your name.”

Mingi was relentless, cock hitting deep, hips slapping yours while his hand came down—smack—on your ass.

Yunho leaned down to kiss you, and you gasped into his mouth as Mingi growled, “Now.”

You came so violently, your body arched off the bed, screams muffled against Yunho’s lips as Mingi held you down and fucked you through it, cock twitching, spilling into you seconds later.

Both of them collapsed against you, panting.

The room was soaked in morning light and the scent of sex and satisfaction.

Yunho kissed your shoulder. “Still breathing?”

Barely.

Mingi chuckled and kissed your neck. “Round three’s after breakfast.”

You were wrapped in Mingi’s oversized shirt, your thighs still sticky and trembling from earlier, while Yunho stood behind you, helping you reach for coffee mugs even though you could get them yourself.

“Still sore?” he asked, kissing your shoulder as he handed you the sugar.

You shot him a look. “What do you think?”

Mingi laughed from the counter, shirtless, leaning over a pan of scrambled eggs like he hadn’t just been inside you an hour ago.

“I think you like it.”

You grumbled, cheeks flushing, even as Yunho pressed you against the counter with his hips, just enough to remind you he was still hard.

“Mingi,” you warned playfully, “keep teasing and I’m spitting in your eggs.”

He snorted. “Baby, that’s only gonna make me harder.”

You rolled your eyes, but your stomach fluttered. The way they could switch from ruthless and rough to this—light teasing, stolen kisses, brushing fingers as they moved around you like you were gravity itself—it made your chest ache with affection.

Breakfast was loud and cozy. They both fed you bites from their forks, and Yunho wiped a bit of honey from your lip with his thumb, slipping it into your mouth as Mingi watched with heat behind his sleepy eyes.

You were never going to survive this trip.

*Shower Scene*

You had barely stepped into the rainfall shower when warm, tattooed hands found your hips and pressed you forward.

“Still feel us dripping out of you?” Mingi whispered against your ear, his cock already nudging your ass.

You moaned, body tensing.

“Good,” Yunho said, sliding in front of you, hands cradling your face. “Let’s get you messy again.”

They kissed you together — Mingi behind, kissing your nape, your shoulders, whispering filth — and Yunho in front, devouring your mouth with slow, deep hunger.

The water beats down on your back as Yunho dropped to his knees in front of you, spreading your legs with his shoulders and licking up your folds, slow and greedy.

Mingi held you up from behind, hands massaging your breasts while Yunho tongue-fucked you like a man starved, the sound of your gasps echoing off the tiles.

“Oh my—fuck, Yunho—”

He looked up with a smirk, lips and chin glistening. “Want more?”

Before you could answer, Mingi spun you around, pressing your chest to the wall. You felt his cock glide between your soaked thighs, his breath ragged.

“Want me to fuck you with Yunho’s spit still on your pussy?” he growled.

You whimpered, nodding frantically.

He slid in deep and fucked you rough — water cascading over your skin, your palms flat on the tile, body rocking against the wall as Mingi pounded into you.

Yunho kissed your back, his hand coming between your legs to circle your clit while Mingi thrust hard and fast.

“Such a good girl,” Yunho whispered. “Taking both of us, over and over. Filthy little thing.”

You came with a scream, body clenching tight around Mingi’s cock as he growled, grinding deeper, filling you again with a low moan.

They didn’t move for a minute.

Steam clouded the glass.

The three of you stayed tangled like that — Mingi still inside you, Yunho stroking your hips, mouths brushing skin and sharing breaths.

Yunho finally chuckled. “Think she’ll survive one more night?”

Mingi pressed a kiss to your spine. “Only if we let her rest.”

You whimpered.
They didn’t exactly say yes.

The sun was setting outside the villa windows, casting the room in golden warmth.

You were naked and trembling, wrists tied above your head to the headboard, thighs strapped apart with soft leather cuffs that kept you completely open, soaked and throbbing, unable to move an inch.

Yunho and Mingi were sitting at the foot of the bed, still clothed — and far too calm for the utter madness they were about to unleash on you.

Yunho’s eyes were dark, amused. “She doesn’t even realize what we’re doing yet.”

“Oh, I think she does,” Mingi said, loosening his sweatpants, his cock already half-hard. “She’s practically dripping.”

You whined, tugging at the restraints. “Please, I—I want—”

“Ah.”
Yunho raised a hand, silencing you instantly. “No touching. No begging. No coming.”

His voice dropped an octave.
“You’re going to watch. That’s it.”

Your breath caught as Mingi sat back against the pillows, pulled his cock out fully, and began stroking himself slow.
Long, languid strokes, his head tipped back, hair falling into his eyes, a little smirk on his lips as he looked at you.

Yunho stripped off his shirt, watching you the entire time, then stood beside the bed, pushing his sweatpants down just enough to free himself.

And then he started too.

Two gorgeous, dominant men — stroking themselves for you — while you were bound and dripping and desperate, unable to do anything but watch.

Yunho let out a soft groan, thumb swiping across the head of his cock, spreading precum. “Look at her,” he muttered. “So needy.”

“She’s trying not to come just from this,” Mingi teased, speeding up a little, abs flexing. “That pretty little pussy’s clenching around nothing.”

You gasped, squirming, thighs trembling in their restraints.
Your nipples were hard, aching, your entire body a livewire of need.

Yunho moved closer, stroking himself right in front of your face, just out of reach.

“You want this?” he asked, voice low and thick.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Please, I—”

His hand gripped your chin, hard enough to still you. “Not yet.”

He turned to Mingi. “Let’s finish. But don’t touch her.”

Mingi’s smirk was wicked. “She’s gonna lose her mind.”

They kissed — slow and filthy, hands still working their cocks — and you watched with wide, glassy eyes, thighs shaking, cunt dripping.
Yunho bit Mingi’s lip and growled, “Come for me.”

Mingi groaned, back arching as he came all over his abs, breathing ragged. Seconds later, Yunho followed, his moan deep and rough, cum painting his hand.

You were panting, chest heaving, so close to the edge it hurt.

They looked at you like wolves eyeing prey.

Yunho leaned in, dragging a finger down your inner thigh, just skimming the heat of you.

“Still haven’t let you come yet,” he said softly. “How do you feel?”

You whimpered. “Ruined.”

Mingi came up beside you, wiping his chest with a towel, his voice teasing and cruel. “Good.”

Yunho’s eyes glittered. “Now we really play.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before the blindfold slid down.

Soft silk, tied tight.

No sight.
Only feeling.

You heard the low hum of something buzzing—then a cruel voice in your ear.

“You don’t come until we say.”

Yunho’s hand slid down your chest, tweaking your nipple, while Mingi settled between your thighs and pressed the vibrator directly to your swollen clit.

Your scream echoed off the walls.

Your body jerked, squirming in the restraints, but the cuffs held firm. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape. You were drowning in the pleasure, the pressure, the ache of being pushed so close—so far—again.

Mingi kept the toy in place, watching your thighs tremble.

“She’s right there. So easy to break.”

Yunho chuckled beside your ear. “Let’s see how long she lasts.”

They edged you once.
Then twice.
Three times.
Every time you sobbed and begged, Yunho leaned in and whispered, “Not yet.”

By the fourth, your voice was gone, just gasping pleas and broken moans. You were a mess — hair stuck to your face, thighs soaked, chest rising fast as you thrashed helplessly beneath them.

“Let her go,” Yunho finally said, voice low.

Mingi cut the restraints. You collapsed into Yunho’s arms, shaking.

But it wasn’t over.

Yunho laid you down between them. “Now, show us how badly you want it.”

You blinked, dazed. “W-What?”

“Earn it,” Mingi said, gripping your chin. “Serve your daddies first.”

Your body moved on instinct.

You crawled into Yunho’s lap, mouth open, taking him down your throat as Mingi knelt behind you, spreading your thighs.

They didn’t wait.

Yunho moaned as you sucked him, deep and messy, spit dripping down your chin, and behind you, Mingi slid into your soaked, clenching heat with one hard thrust.

You screamed around Yunho’s cock, tears leaking from your eyes.

“Yes,” Yunho groaned, hand in your hair. “Just like that. So fucking good with that mouth.”

Mingi thrust deep and fast, each stroke punching moans from your throat, your body bouncing between them as Yunho held your head still.

“She’s drooling,” Mingi said, breathless. “You’re gonna make her come just from this.”

“Not yet,” Yunho growled. “Let her beg.”

Your body was on fire, everything tight, trembling, so full, overstimulated and desperate. You pulled off Yunho’s cock with a sob, voice wrecked.

“Please—please let me come—need it—please—”

Yunho's voice went gentle but firm. “You want it that bad?”

You nodded, panting, tears streaking down your cheeks. “Yes—yes, please—I'll be good, I’ll do anything—”

Mingi kissed your spine, then bit it.

“Come for us, baby.”

And with a cry that ripped from your soul, you shattered.

Your whole body convulsed, clenched tight around Mingi’s cock as he moaned and spilled inside you. Yunho groaned above you, tugging your hair as he finished across your chest, hot and thick.

You collapsed between them, boneless, tears still falling as they whispered praise into your skin.

“Such a good girl.”

“So fucking perfect.”

“You did so well.”

They cleaned you gently, laid you between them, arms wrapped tight. Your body ached, your heart thudded, and your mind floated somewhere high and sweet.

But even as your eyes drifted shut…

Yunho leaned in, lips brushing your ear.
“You’re not done yet.”

Your legs were shaking, body still thrumming from the last round when Yunho lifted you into his lap, kissing your temple.

"Think she’s ready?" he murmured against your skin.

Mingi, already hard again, kissed a trail up your thigh, his voice low and hot. “She was made for this.”

They laid you out on the soft sheets, positioning you carefully — one of Yunho’s arms under your shoulders, cradling your head. Mingi knelt between your legs again, but this time… Yunho’s cock was at your back entrance.

Your heart hammered. You’d never taken them both like this before.

Yunho pressed his forehead to yours. “You okay, baby?”

You nodded, breathless. “Want it. Want both of you.”

They took their time prepping you, fingers and lube and toys until you were squirming, panting, so stretched and dripping you could barely speak.

Mingi slid inside you first — thick and deep, making you cry out. Then Yunho, slower, holding you steady as he pushed in behind, stretching you even more until you were completely full.

You moaned loud, body trembling from the overwhelming stretch, the fullness, the intimacy.

“Good girl,” Yunho whispered against your lips. “You’re doing so fucking well.”

“You’re perfect,” Mingi said from below, eyes dark and reverent. “So tight. So fucking wet.”

They started slow.
Rocking into you in sync. One pulled out slightly while the other pressed deeper, building a rhythm that had your eyes rolling back. Your hands scrambled for something — anything — to hold onto.

Yunho caught your wrists. “Keep them above your head.”

Mingi smirked. “She’s clenching so hard—fuck.”

Then came the toys.

Yunho clipped soft nipple clamps onto your sensitive peaks, tugging gently, and you gasped, arching into it.

And Mingi?
He grabbed the vibrator again and pressed it to your clit just as they both thrust deep.

You screamed.

“Too much—oh my god—please—”

Yunho shushed you with a kiss, slow and possessive, tongue exploring your mouth while Mingi whispered filth into your skin below.

"You love it when we stuff you full, don’t you?"

“Taking both your cocks like such a good slut.”

"You're crying again," Yunho murmured, kissing the tears off your cheeks. "So pretty when you fall apart for us."

Their hands were everywhere — Yunho pinched and teased your nipples while kissing you breathless, and Mingi had one hand around your throat, the other holding the toy to your swollen clit.

Your body began to shake.

You knew it was coming—fast, uncontrollable, shattering.

“I—I can’t—”

Yunho growled, “Come now.”

And you did.
With a scream that was pure surrender, you came so hard your body seized, tears streaking down your cheeks, back arching, thighs trembling as you clenched around them both.

They weren’t done.

Mingi cursed, grabbing your hips and pounding into you faster as Yunho followed, both of them chasing their highs inside your wrecked body.

They came together, moaning your name like a prayer — one flooding your pussy, the other filling your ass — hands gripping you like they’d never let go.

You collapsed between them, boneless, soaking wet, eyes hazy and lips parted.
They kissed you. Everywhere. Soft and reverent.
Whispers of “You did so well,” “We’ve got you,” and “We’re not letting you go.”

But even as sleep pulled at your limbs…

You felt Mingi’s fingers stroke between your legs again.

And Yunho’s voice near your ear, dark and teasing.

"One more. Let us watch you fall apart again tomorrow.”

Next morning

The morning air was soft and golden, sunlight spilling through the open hotel balcony as you stretched in bed, sore in the most delicious ways.

Your thighs trembled just from standing.

Yunho smiled lazily, watching you from the chair where he sat in his robe, sipping coffee.

"You're sore."

You nodded shyly. “A little.”

Mingi came out of the bathroom behind you, towel slung low on his hips, hair damp and curling at his temples. His eyes swept your body like he was already undressing you again.

“Good.”

You blinked.

“We’re going out today,” Yunho said smoothly. “And we want you dressed nice.”

Your heart skipped.

You knew that tone.

They picked your outfit.

A light summer dress — cream-colored, soft and flowing.
Low neckline. No bra.
And no panties.

You whined when Yunho slipped the plug inside you, slow and deliberate, his fingers brushing your folds, already damp from anticipation.

“Keep it in all day,” he murmured. “Be a good girl and don’t make a sound.”

Mingi kissed the back of your neck while adjusting the delicate gold chain around it. “So pretty. No one out there knows what a dirty little slut you are, do they?”

Your face burned.

And they smiled.

They took you shopping first — a little boutique filled with gauzy dresses to try on and delicate jewelry.

Yunho sat you in the fitting room and leaned in, whispering, “Try these on. And don’t clench too much, or I’ll know.”

Your hands shook as you pulled the dresses on, the soft fabric brushing your nipples and thighs like a tease. The plug shifted every time you bent or moved, pressure constant and thick.

You walked out once in a baby-pink dress, cheeks flushed, and Yunho’s eyes darkened.

“Twirl for us.”

You obeyed.

Mingi leaned in, hand cupping the back of your head. “You look like a doll.”

Right down the street was a cute café

At the café, they sat you between them, one hand on each thigh.

Their fingers never stayed still.

Light touches beneath the table — grazing your inner thigh, tugging the dress up ever so slightly. Mingi leaned close, lips brushing your ear as he whispered,

"You're dripping. I can smell you."

You clenched around the plug instinctively.

Yunho caught the movement instantly and tutted.

"Don't misbehave."

You whimpered, breath hitching.

"Smile, baby," Mingi said, taking your chin. "Let everyone think you’re just a sweet, innocent thing."

They walked you through the market, bought you strawberries and pressed kisses to your cheeks in front of strangers. They kept you close, one hand always possessively on your waist or guiding your hips.

“You belong to us,” Yunho whispered against your temple.

“No one touches you but us,” Mingi added.

And the whole time, you ached.

You were so ready by the time you got back to the hotel, legs shaking, panties still missing, plug still in.

Yunho closed the door behind you.

“Upstairs. Strip.”

You obeyed, instantly.

“On your knees,” Mingi said, unzipping his jeans. “Let’s see if our little doll is still as obedient as she looks.”

“Face the window.”

Yunho’s voice was calm, low — the kind of quiet that makes your pulse spike.
You turned slowly, heart hammering as the morning city blinked back at you from the glass.

It was a wall of a window — the entire suite’s east-facing side — and as the sun rose higher, light flooded the room… and left you fully visible.

Or so it felt.

Mingi came up behind you, his warm hands bunching your dress around your waist.

“You know it’s one-way,” he murmured into your neck, “but your brain doesn’t care, does it?”

You whimpered, trembling.

Yunho fastened soft cuffs around your wrists and clipped them to a hook near the window frame — high enough to lift your arms and arch your back, but not tight. Just enough to make you feel vulnerable.

Completely exposed.

Your nipples were already hard from the breeze of the A/C, the clamps from earlier reapplied with Mingi’s wicked smirk. The plug still rested deep inside you, heavy and full.

Then Yunho knelt behind you.

Pulled the plug out slowly.
Slid a new toy in — longer, with a base that buzzed when he pressed the remote in his hand.

You jolted, gasping.
Yunho chuckled.

“Keep your voice down,” he warned. “Or the people across the street might get curious.”

Mingi stepped in front of you, tipping your chin up to meet his gaze.

“You look like a painting,” he whispered. “Beautiful. Helpless.”

His hand slid between your thighs. You were soaked.

“You like this too much.”

They took turns teasing you.

Yunho pressed the vibrator to your clit while thrusting the plug in and out slowly, watching your thighs shake.
Mingi kissed you deeply, tasting every moan, his hand wrapped gently around your throat — not tight, just enough to remind you who owned you.

The stimulation was too much — not enough — maddening.

And the window.
That damn mirror gleamed, showing your flushed reflection: wrists bound, nipples clamped, legs spread, and both of them looking at you like they wanted to ruin you again and again.

“Look at yourself,” Yunho ordered, pressing the vibrator harder.

“See how wrecked you are?” Mingi whispered. “Just from being our plaything.”

You cried out, legs buckling, but Yunho held you up with one hand on your waist.

“Not yet,” he warned. “You don’t come until we say.”

You were a mess — whimpering, sweat beading along your collarbones, thighs trembling violently from the edge they kept you on.

They edged you twice.
Then spanked you when you begged.
Each slap to your ass made your knees shake.

Mingi kissed the tears off your cheeks.

“Ready to be seen, baby?” he murmured. “Want the whole city to know who you belong to?”

You nodded, desperate.

Yunho turned the vibrator to its highest setting.
Mingi pulled one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard through the clamp.

You shattered.

Came with a scream that echoed in your chest, stars exploding behind your eyes, your body pulsing against the window as pleasure tore through you in waves.

They caught you when your legs gave out, gently unhooking your wrists, lowering you to the floor.

They laid you down on the soft hotel carpet, both of them whispering praise as they kissed your trembling skin.

“So perfect,” Yunho murmured, stroking your hair.
“So good for us,” Mingi echoed, nuzzling into your neck.

You floated there, blissed out and safe, curled between them as the sun climbed higher.

“Hold still, baby.”

Yunho’s voice was smooth like honey, and dangerous like the pull of a riptide.
You were spread out on the bed, pillows beneath your hips, thighs tied open with silk sashes. The plug was back in. Your nipples already sore and glistening with slick.

The camera’s red light blinked at the edge of the bed.

Mingi adjusted the angle, screen turned just enough so you could see yourself.
The way your body looked — flushed, trembling, perfect.
Your hands were bound above your head, mouth parted in anticipation, lips kiss-swollen from the last round.

“Say hi to us, pretty thing,” Mingi murmured, brushing his fingers between your legs.

You whimpered. “Hi…”

Yunho groaned softly behind the lens. “God, look at you. Do you know how good you look on film?”

Your thighs twitched, your body arching off the sheets as Mingi leaned down and licked a slow stripe up your inner thigh — not quite where you needed.

“Every moan you make belongs to us,” he whispered. “Say it.”

“E-Every moan belongs to you…”

Yunho set the camera down just enough to join you on the bed, kneeling beside your head.

“Now show us what that mouth is for.”

Mingi stayed between your legs.

Toys scattered around him like art supplies. He took his time — switching out the plug, using a slicked-up vibrator with that curved tip that made you see stars.
All while Yunho slid his cock past your lips, deep and slow, praising you through each soft choke and swallow.

Your body was on fire. You were leaking down your thighs, crying, trembling — but so damn needy for more.

“Such a good fuckdoll for us,” Yunho growled, his voice a low hum in your throat.
“Think we should keep her tied up forever,” Mingi added, increasing the speed of the vibrator.

You screamed around Yunho’s cock, thighs jerking against the binds.

The camera caught everything.

And when you thought it was over… they changed positions.

Yunho sat on the edge of the bed, camera steady in one hand.
Mingi dragged you across his lap and positioned you over his face.

“Sit,” Mingi murmured, breath hot on your thighs. “Use me.”

You trembled, hesitating.

“You heard him,” Yunho said. “Be a good girl and ride his face. Look right at the camera when you do.”

Your cheeks burned, but your hips moved instinctively, need clawing through your veins.

Mingi groaned the second you settled against his mouth — tongue lapping hungrily, hands gripping your ass to keep you from escaping the pleasure.

You were dripping. So sensitive. So close.

Yunho stroked himself lazily beside you, watching you through the lens.

“That’s it. You look so good falling apart for us. Look how messy you are — fuck.”

Mingi’s tongue worked relentlessly.

You came again — loud, desperate, shaking. Eyes glazed, thighs clenched tight around his head.

When they finally turned off the camera, Yunho cradled your head in his lap, stroking your hair while Mingi pressed kisses down your spine.

“You’re ours,” Yunho whispered.
“And now we have the proof,” Mingi added, kissing your shoulder.

Your body was ruined. Spent.
But your heart? Full. Possessed. Worshiped.

**They set you down, trembling and fucked out… and make you watch exactly what they did to you.
Every scream, every shake, every filthy, precious second.
And while you watch yourself unravel on screen — they do it all over again.

Because your body?
It’s theirs to devour.
Again.
And again.
And again.**

They carried you like a doll — limp and hazy in Yunho’s arms, still blissed-out and shaking.
But as soon as Mingi clicked the remote and the screen lit up, your pulse spiked.

Because there you were.

On camera.
Tied, trembling, wide-eyed and begging.
Fucked raw and gorgeous.

You whimpered instantly. “No, please… I can’t…”

“Yes you can,” Yunho cooed. He placed you right between them on the bed, wrapped your arms around his waist, guiding your chin up.

“Watch it.”

The video played.
Your moans, raw and shameless, filled the room.
You squirmed — and Mingi pressed a kiss to your jaw, whispering against your ear:

“Look how beautiful you are when you break.”

You were soaked again.
Unbelievable.
Achy, overstimulated, and aching for more.

Yunho slid behind you, gripping your thighs and spreading them again.

“I want to see it live,” he growled.

The vibrator buzzed to life in his hand.

Mingi slipped two fingers in beside it, curling just right — and you arched like a puppet on strings.

“F-Fuck—!”

“That’s it,” Mingi smirked. “Come on. Let her watch how wrecked she was while we break her again.”

Yunho bit down on your shoulder and kept the toy in place, his other hand coming up to wrap gently around your throat.

Not enough to hurt.
Just enough to own.

You came once.
Then twice.

Tears blurred the screen but you couldn’t look away. Couldn’t stop hearing your own gasps and whines, the sweet filth Mingi whispered into your ear, Yunho’s praise cutting through your sobs.

“Look at that,” Yunho breathed, voice husky. “Your legs are shaking just like on screen.”

“Keep them open,” Mingi snapped, spanking the inside of your thigh. “You want to be our favorite movie, you better act like it.”

You screamed through your third orgasm.
Your body quaked so hard they had to hold you down.

And still… they didn’t stop.

The camera played.
You whined.
They ruined you all over again.

Eventually, the screen dimmed.
But your body didn’t.

Still twitching. Still gasping.
Your throat raw, hips sore, cheeks wet with tears and sweat.

You curled into Mingi’s chest, completely boneless.
Yunho pulled a blanket over you both, pressing kisses to your spine, whispering against your damp skin.

“Look what a good girl you were,” Mingi murmured.
“You took every fucking second,” Yunho added. “All for us.”

You couldn’t move.

But the soft smile on your lips said everything. You were able to let out “I love you” before falling into a well deserved rest.

[yunh0hotteok]

Winterfall.

summary: Yunho doesn't know when the last time he didn't feel so much loneliness. You also experienced the same thing causing you to run away from home. What happens when the two of you meet in a small restaurant in the cold winter month of December, discovering that loneliness isn't forever.

pairing: reader x non-idol! Yunho

genre: (18+ minors dni), romance, smut, situational and emotional loneliness, strangers to lovers.

word count: 4,827.

warnings: deep conversation, talks of extreme loneliness, crying, Yunho is really sweet, making out, soft dom! yunho, dry humping, unprotected sex (don't do this lmao), oral sex (both receiving) fingering, slight hand kink, pet names (good girl, pretty girl, etc.), slightly slow sex, creampie, cockwarming.

song rec: Chroma Drift by Plave and Just For Two by Jey.

The snow was so crisp and white as Yunho made his way down the street. It was like any other night when he left the office, it was close to midnight and there were few people still walking around. Yunho’s stomach kept growling since the last thing he ate was a banana and some pretzels for lunch. He knew his roommate and best friend Mingi would scold him for that later since they worked in the same place but Mingi got off a little early today.

The familiar sign of Yunho’s favorite restaurant came into view. It was a simple hole in the wall place that he had found his freshman year of college when he moved to Seoul from Gwangju. It was ran by an old Chinese-Korean couple who moved to Seoul in the late 80s and they were really famous for their seafood jjampong. Yunho hadn’t been there in about two weeks now since work was driving him crazy but it was Saturday and he always ate there every Saturday, mostly by himself but sometimes with Mingi or some co-workers. As much as an extrovert Yunho was, loneliness always consumed him. 

Even with friends, his loneliness yearned for something that he couldn’t put into words and he felt bad about it. Mingi always tried to help him out but all his attempts seemed to fail because even when Yunho was physically present… he wasn’t mentally present. 

Yunho opened the door to the restaurant and the aroma of noodles and sour kimchi hit his nose. He loved this smell and he became rather cozy to him as weird as it may seem. 

“Ya! Where have you been?” Ms. Jung, one of the owners, yelled at him as soon as she saw him. 

“I’m sorry Ms. Jung, work has been consuming me” He chuckled. 

“Mhm, well have a seat and I’ll have Riku whip up a fresh bowel for you”

Yunho nodded, making his way to a table and sitting. He noticed Ms. Jung walked over to a girl in the back and handed her more kimchi while rubbing her head before walking away. He raised his eyebrow a little in curiosity. He had never seen you here before in all his 6 years of coming here. He practically knew most of the people who walked in and out this restaurant so how could he have missed you? 

“That’s Y/N” Ms. Jung said, breaking Yunho out of his thoughts and placing his bowl of hot noodles in front of him. “She just moved to Seoul a few weeks ago from Jinju,” she sighed. 

“Why the sigh?” 

“Mm, it’s not my business to tell but just know she doesn’t have the most fond memories of everything there which is why she moved up here” 

Yunho hummed and started eating his noodles. Ms. Jung smiled at him and patted his head before walking back to the kitchen. The restaurant seemed to empty out a little within the next fifteen minutes. Yunho was sitting there eating and looking through some emails on his phone. He caught himself looking in your direction a few times, more than he would like to admit.

One thing was that you were beautiful in his eyes. Too beautiful honestly for someone like him but that’s just what he thought. 

You also did the same without his knowledge, you were glancing at him a lot. To you, he was way out of your league. Someone so tall and handsome like him would never be interested in someone like you especially with how broken you were inside. Loneliness was destined to find you, just like your parents wished on you.

You moved here from Jinju to escape everyone. Your family and the terrible ex you dated for three years that you recently broke up with over eight months ago. You never had the best relationship with your parents because of high expectations they had for you, the blur definitely increased when you went and graduated from art school instead of going to a four year university. The stain in your relationship with them caused you and your little sister to also distant from each other. There was no hate from either of you but because she was being the child your parents wanted you to be, they glorified her more so it made you shut down. 

Your toxic relationship with your on and off boyfriend Jeonghan didn’t make it any better. The constant fights and cheating from his end just for him to apologize and make it so easy for you to come back took a mental toll over you. You knew you shouldn’t have ended it after the first time he degraded you and cheated but you hated being alone. You finally ended it when all your emotions boiled over and you leashed out on him. You knew the relationship was making you toxic and depressed plus the bad relationship with your parents so you decided to move three hours away to Seoul. 

You heard a chair move and you looked up. Yunho walked to the counter and handed Mr. Jung his bowel, he tried to pay for it but Ms. Jung kept insisting that it was on the house so he left something in the tip jar while they still scolded him. It made you smile a bit and you automatically knew he had to be coming here for a while for them to act like that towards him. As Yunho made his way out, you and him made slight eye contact which made him slightly bow at you with a small smile and you bowed a little at him. 

The bells rang on the door as he walked back out into the winter snow. 

Little did he know that his small gesture towards you made warmth flow through your heart. 

A week passed till Yunho found himself back in The Jungs’ restaurant again. This time it was empty except for the two older men who were almost  finished with their bowels at a table near the back. He turned his head and saw you eating near the window. You didn’t notice him yet but he smiled a little, walked to a table near the register. As on queue, a hot bowl of seafood jjampong was in front of him with pickled radish. Work really has been stressing him out and Mingi bringing home random hook ups when he was trying to catch up on sleep didn’t help. 

“She’s been looking for you,” Ms. Jung said quietly, walking next to him. 

“Mm, why?”

“Who knows, I just always see her look towards the door every time she’s here then gets a little disappointed by closing time. I think you should talk to her” 

She walked away before Yunho could tell her that would be impossible. It was impossible because of how stunning you were and he would make a complete fool of himself. Yunho hasn’t been with someone in years and you deserved someone who didn’t drown in his work to cure somewhat of his loneliness. Yunho had looked in your direction again and saw you were gone. He didn’t even notice that you had left but he let out a sign, finishing up his bowel. 

He thanked The Jungs and left for the journey to his apartment. It was very cold tonight and the wind was blowing slightly to add on. He wrapped his scarf around his neck a little tighter as he walked. A few blocks down as he passed the park, he heard someone crying and paused. His eyebrows raised and he slowly walked, eyes searching for the person who was crying. He saw a figure on the bench and made his way over, he felt very bad because the cries were like heartbreaking sobs. 

“Are you okay?” He asked as he approached. You turned your head slowly to look up at him and his eyes widened as he realized who you were. 

“I’m fine,” you looked down and sniffed. 

You heard a bag drop and the bench become a little heavier with weight. You turned your head a little and saw Yunho sitting but looking straight, crossing his arms. 

“You don’t have to share but it’s dark and I can’t let a girl sit out here alone” 

Your chest felt that warmth go through it again. You knew he was only doing as a good person but something about him made the winter not feel so cold tonight. You looked straight and sighed, sniffling. You both sat in silence for about ten minutes till you decided you could speak without breaking down. 

“I.. I just got a call from my parents that my sister passed to get into a college in America” 

“Oh that’s great, isn’t it?”

“Not exactly,” you sighed. “My parents called to praise her and tell me how useless I was to them. They were glad when they heard I moved away so they wouldn’t have to deal with their failure anymore” 

“That’s horrible, I’m sorry” Yunho said. You looked at him and saw concern in his eyes, it shocked you just a little bit because you never saw that from anyone in your life. 

“It’s nothing new but what's upsetting is the fact they sent me three million won and told me to stay out their life,” you teared up. 

You felt yourself about to break down again until felt arms around you and the warmth from a strong chest. It took you a minute to realize Yunho was hugging you. He also didn’t know what came over him but seeing such a pretty girl like you in tears and being degraded and pushed away like you were nothing made him sad with an overwhelming feeling of rage but he didn’t want you to notice. He couldn’t believe someone could do this to their daughter. Once you seemed to calm down a little, he pulled away and you could see his ears were a bit red. 

Cute. 

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t–”

“It’s okay I needed that” you smiled. 

“I’m Yunho by the way, should have said my name first” he awkwardly rubbed his neck. 

“Y/N” you nodded. 

“It’s freezing and you should get inside” he stood up. “Let me walk you home” 

“It’s okay” 

“I insist and I would feel terrible if something happened to you” 

You eventually agreed and you both set off to your apartment complex. There was small talk on the ten minute walk there, just about where he was from and where you both worked. You weren’t surprised when he said he worked for a tech company, he just looked the type to do so. That also explained why you always see him at the restaurant so late but he also learned that you worked at a cafe that closed around 9pm which is why you were always at the restaurant late also. 

You two made it in front of your building and he wished you a nice night and started to walk away. You didn’t want him to leave just yet so you said something that the last person who heard broke your heart into pieces.

“Do you want to come up for a drink?” 

He turned and looked at you, a little shocked. 

“Um.. are you sure? We just met” 

“I’m sure” you smiled. 

Your smile was going to be the death of him. 

He followed behind you as you walked up the stairs to your apartment and looked away when you put in your code to get inside. Once he stepped inside, the smell of cinnamon hit his nose. He looked around after taking off his shoes and scarf. Your home was cozy and clean, if anyone came here they would feel right at home. 

“You can go sit in the living room, I’ll be right there” you walked into the kitchen. Yunho slowly walked into the living room and sat on your couch. He noticed your bookcase filled with tons of books and CDs, he smiled at it. He also noticed your blank canvas on the counter with an apron with paint stains all over it. 

You walked in with two shot glasses and a case of soju with two beers, setting it on the table. He gulped at the sight and you could feel his nervousness. 

“We don’t have to drink all of it, I just felt lazy to keep walking back and forth” you reassured him, sitting beside him. 

“Okay, sorry it’s been a while since I've been alone with a girl” He regretfully admitted. “I know that sounded pretty lame” 

“Not at all” you shook your head, pouring both shot glasses with soju. You gave him his glass and bumped it with yours, both of you taking the shot together. 

“You live alone?”

“Yeah I can’t do the whole roommate thing” 

“Lucky,” he chuckled. 

“You have one?”

“Mhm, my best friend Mingi. We met back in middle school and wouldn’t trade him for the world but sometimes he can be a bit much” 

“Can’t all best friends be?” you both laughed at that. 

Your laugh was like a hidden melody that he wanted to keep hearing. Seeing you smile was something he hoped he got to see you do more if this night turned out on a good note and he left here as your friend because he knew you needed one. 

“Do you have a best friend?” He asked but by the look on your face after you let the question settle and honestly thought he shouldn’t have asked. 

“No, I was always a loner and people who became my friend only used me in the end” You took another shot and sipped some beer with it, looking out your window. Yunho looked at another shot also and sighed a little. 

“We have to make new memories in your life here” 

“We?” you looked at him. 

“You know?” He blushed a little. “We could be friends and I could introduce you to some of my friends, they are bit annoying but they grow on you I promise” 

He was very cute to you, rambling. You don’t know if you could possibly get close to other people again. All the trust in you was almost gone and never to return. Your family betrayed you, the man you thought you would marry someday made you feel worthless, and all the fake friends who didn’t care if you were alive or not. 

“I don’t know, I probably wouldn’t fit in and my lack of trust might cause me to be distant” 

“You can trust us”

You stared at him and he stared at you. You know you never really took in how tall and handsome he was, he really looked like he could be in someone's magazine. His broad shoulders and long legs, his big brown eyes, his lips that looked so soft to the touch, and his hands…. Wow he had huge hands. 

“Yunho?”

“Mm?”

“Have you ever felt lonely?” 

“All the time” He crossed his arms. 

“When did it start?” 

“Mm, probably not till I hit college. My relationship with my parents was a little rocky but we got along till I hit college then it felt like we started talking less but I didn’t really have much to say anymore… I think that’s why I had a few flings in college to help me cope a bit with being lonely. I tried to go on dates, I just couldn’t feel anything or no one really seemed worth dealing with” 

Emotional and situational loneliness is what Yunho felt and you were also the same. Maybe him finding you sobbing your eyes out wasn’t such a bad outcome because you were still in presence, soaking it in. He poured another shot and downed it right away like it took him a lot to even express that to you. Yunho wasn’t one to open up to people too quick but you made him.. comfortable. 

“How about you?” He asked, hesitantly. 

You sipped some of your beer and told him about your ex-boyfriend plus the relationship with your family. He listened carefully and every detail made him feel sad because you don’t deserve how lonely you are. You felt like he was going to say he was sorry but you didn’t want to hear any more sorrys from him because nothing is his fault for how you were. 

“I do have a question”

“Mm?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“If your trust is so low, why did you invite me in?” 

You blinked at him then looked down, starting to blush. With the amount of alcohol you were consuming you felt you couldn’t hide anything but you also were embarrassed that you craved him so much that you invited him in on impulse. You took another shot and hissed at the small burn. 

“I just find you.. interesting, also you sat with me so this is just like me repaying you” 

“Mm, okay” He finally opened his beer, taking a gulp. 

You didn’t know why you felt so warm like yes it was somewhat the alcohol but also the way Yunho kept looking at you with low lid eyes even though it was just from the shots made you feel some type of way. 

You really really wanted to kiss him. 

“You can,” he said. 

“Huh?” 

“You said you wanted to kiss me” He chuckled. 

“I-I didn’t mean to” you felt the blush start to creep up everywhere. 

“So you don’t want to?” He moved a little closer. 

You looked at him and he was so much closer than you anticipated that you could smell the mint mixed with soju and beer on his breath. You looked at his lips then back to his eyes, his hand found your cheek and rubbed it. With slight hesitation, you leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed back, letting out a sigh like he had been waiting for this and you could help but smile into it. His tongue poked your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, letting him in. His tongue explored every corner, rolling onto your tongue. You moaned a bit, gripping the couch trying to ground yourself. 

“You can touch me,” he said against your lips, pecking them repeatedly and voice just a bit deeper. It made your core feel even hotter and you could feel yourself getting wetter. 

“Yunho” You whined a bit as he kept kissing you. 

“Yes, pretty?” 

“I need more” He pulled away slightly, looking at you. His eyes were filled with lust and…desire maybe. It was like you were the only thing that mattered to him right here at this moment. 

Honestly after tonight, Yunho doesn’t know if he can let you go. 

He pulled you on his lap and you straddled him with knees on both sides. He gripped your hips as you pushed your lips back on his. Yunho had never been this forward but it was something about you, he wanted to show you that you deserve happiness and to be loved on even if it’s just for tonight. 

Even if you wake up tomorrow to the snow higher than it was today and decide you don’t want to be around him anymore, at least he was able to show you for the night that you are desired. 

You pulled away to take off your hoodie and shirt to come off with it, that left you in a black lace bra that made Yunho’s dick twitch. You unhooked your bra, letting your boobs fall and he immediately took a nipple in his mouth, worshipping while pulling on the other. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, it had been a long time since you been touched like this so you were super sensitive everywhere. He licked around your nipple, trailing up to your neck. 

Sucking.

Biting. 

You rolled your hips down on his lap and it made him groan softly. You were driving him mad and he wanted to take his time with you but he didn’t know how long he could keep going without him being inside of you. You pushed him back a little, climbing down and spreading his knees apart. 

“Oh fuck” He said in a whisper. This sight of you was making his head spin. You slowly unbuttoned his dress pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. Your eyes widened at his size, he was the biggest you ever seen. 

“You can handle it, right pretty girl?” 

You blushed at that, nodding. You softly held his dick with both hands because he was super thick and slowly started to pump. His reaction made your arousal even higher, you took him in your mouth as much as you could. He let out a low groan and his hand resting on the back of your head as you kept bobbing up and down. 

“Oh f-fuck” His eyes rolled back a bit before he looked at you. You looked up at him as you stunk down, taking him deeper but trying to make sure you don’t gag. His hand gripped your hair a little as he trembled, you could tell he was reaching his point but you didn’t want him to cum just yet, not from this. You pulled off, stroking him and he let out a small whine. 

“W-Why?”

“I would prefer it better if you cum while inside me” you smiled innocently at him. 

Yunho groaned lowly, standing up and picking you up bridal style. You blushed a bit and was a little shook from him manhandling you but you pointed to your room. He kissed you while walking to your room, opening the door slowly so he wouldn’t drop you. He laid you on your back on your queen sized bed. You sat up on your elbows as he took off his button up and you started to drool a little at the sight of his toned stomach and his broad shoulders. 

And my god you couldn't wait for his large hands to touch you again.

Yunho was always a little self conscious about his body because he wasn’t that muscular and didn’t have abs but the way you were looking at him, he knew that didn’t matter to you. He laid in between your legs after kicking off his pants and boxers, he kissed you deeply and his fingers made their way down to your sweatpants. 

“Is this okay?” He said against your lips. You nodded and he kissed down your chest to your stomach as he pulled down your sweats along with your panties. He threw them on the floor and moved down, kissing your pelvic bone before making eye contact with your wet lips. He moaned at the sight and you spreaded out your thighs more to give him more room, your gesture made him want to combust. 

“You’re so wet” he ran his finger down your folds then looked at you. “All of this for me?”

“All of it,” you nodded. 

Yunho smirked at that a little, testing the waters and pushing one finger inside of you. You gasped and threw your head back against the pillow. Yunho’s finger was long and kind of thick so it stretched you out a little and he immediately found the spongy spot inside of you. His mouth found your clit, licking it up and down while pushing another finger in. 

“Oh god, Y-Yunho” you moaned loudly. He hummed, the vibration going straight to your clit. He pumped his fingers a little faster and harder, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. You felt that tight knot in your stomach and it was ready to let go. He pulled his fingers out and licked over your pussy one time before moving back and kissing you, making you taste yourself. You moaned a little and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

Yunho grabbed his dick, pumping it a little before sliding it in between your folds to lubricate it. You moaned at the feeling and squirmed a little when his tip would bump into your clit. 

“Are you sure about this?” He asked. 

“A little too late to be hesitant considering how far we have come Yunho” you giggled at him. 

“I-I know. I mostly talking about the no condom part” 

“I’m on a pill and clean, I’m okay with it” you reassured him, pecking his lips. 

He nodded and slowly pushed into you, knocking the air out of your lungs as he filled you up. He moans as he continues, finally bottoming out. He paused so you could adjust to his size, he didn’t want to hurt you by any means. 

“Y-You can move”

He pulled out till his tip was just in and pushed back in a little harder. You let out a little scream at that and gripped his back, he moved at a slow yet deep pace. You could feel all the ridges and veins on his dick and it just made you wetter. 

“God you’re so perfect. Taking me so well like a good girl” He said in your ear. 

“Y-Yunho” you whimpered. 

“What? You like when I tell you how good you are for me, pretty girl?” He licked your ear, moving at a faster pace. 

So pretty. 

So perfect. 

You deserved to be loved like this all the time. 

His words were making you close to the edge but also close to crying. Your ex never talked you through it like this, he never made you feel wanted like this. You felt the tears start to spill over and Yunho looked at you with concern, he started to slow down his pace.

“N-No, keep going” you gripped his back. “Please, I need it I need you Y-Yunho”

“You got me baby” He moved deeper and harder. 

“God you’re so deep” you moaned. You felt that band snap in you and your orgasm crushed into you like a tidal wave. Yunho kissed you through, lifting your leg around his hip to push deeper. The overstimulation immediately kicked in and you loved it. 

“F-Fuck” 

“Can you give me one more pretty? I’m so close I need you clench around my dick like that one more time” 

He started to pump faster into you and you could feel all of him in your guts, it made you whimper and claw at his back but it felt so damn good that your second orgasm was creeping up faster than you anticipated. 

“Y-Yunho” 

“I got you, let go baby. You deserve this beautiful” He kissed your temple as you let go for the second time and he followed behind, stilling in you then moving a bit to carry you through both your highs. He was about to pull out till you locked your other leg around his waist. 

“Hold me for a while please” you buried your head in his neck. He smiled a little and nodded, repositioning you both so he didn’t slip out of you but you were now laying on his chest as he laid on his back. 

The birds chirping and sunlight coming through your window woke you up. You groaned and stretched your body out, you tried to feel for Yunho but just felt the coldness of the sheets. You set up in a panic and noticed you were in a large t-shirt and you didn’t feel sticky. 

You got out of your bed and walked into the living room, there was no sign of him and his stuff was gone. You sighed and sat on your couch, you knew it was all too good to be true.

You turned your head to the door as you heard a code being put in and the door opened up with Yunho holding a tray with two coffees and a bag of food. You teared up a little bit as he walked over after slipping off his shoes. 

“Are you okay?” He quickly put the food and drinks down, pulling you into a hug. 

“I thought you just up and left me” you wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“Never pretty” He rubbed your head and you looked up at him. He flashed you a smile then pecked your lips. 

“Don’t scare me like that” You punched him playfully. He chuckled and sat down beside you, handing you a coffee. 

“Sorry I didn’t want to wake you up but I ran back to my place to change clothes then I thought you might be hungry once I got back. I should have left a note” 

“It’s okay, the coffee saved you” you sipped some more. He laughed and pulled out an egg and cheese breakfast sandwich and handed it to you. 

“So does that mean you want to see me more?” He asked. 

“Yeah” you blushed. “Do you want to see me more?”

“I don’t think I can ever let you go Y/N” 

Who knew someone like him would want someone like you in this cold winter? 

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