𝐚/𝐧: thank you so much for the love on my last post. I hope you enjoy this oneee. maknae line will be the next post!
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: your boyfriend went out with his team members. After having a couple drinks, they start taking shots and he drunk text you asking if you can pick him up.
PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! sugar daddy x sugar baby dynamics. not central to the plot (there is no plot) but mentioned. consensual bdsm/kink dynamics. workaholic hongjoong. studio play. daddy kink. babying. corruption kink. pussy smacking. thigh smacking. degradation. panty sniffing (he makes u smell them sorry) panty gagging. starts out sweet and tender then gets gross. basically just 2k words to make you say girl, stand up…
You knew Hongjoong was rich.
You’d seen it online—the outfits, the jewelry, the first class flights and the team rings he’d apparently dropped a pretty penny on. So yeah, you knew he was rich.
You didn’t realise how rich he was until you actually met him.
Until the fancams and Fromm messages turned to his eyes on you—only you—and hands on your skin.
His hands—strong, steady, careful—on your bare skin.
On your hands, at first, then your wrists. Then just above your knees. A little higher—to the middle of your thighs, then further. Then your waist, where your shirt rode up just a little and he snuck his hand in underneath it.
You still don’t know how it happened; why he chose you, out of everyone. You wonder if he knows, actually; he doesn’t tell you either way. Says it’s nothing for you to be worrying about. That’s not your job, worrying. Your job is to be soft and sweet and spoiled and do what he tells you to do.
Right now, that involves sitting on his lap in the studio while he works. Quietly. Unmoving. Not causing trouble. He came here to work, and you came here to help.
He finds he works better with you around. Helps to see where the money from this track is going, he joked once.
He sighs, leaning back in his seat; his hand moves from the keyboard and comes to rest on your thigh, on the soft, bare skin he seems to find some sort of grounding in. His other hand curls around your waist and rests on your tummy. He hums. “How’s school going?” He asks. “I didn't ask you today.”
“I finished my project,” you tell him. “And my essay. Submitted them.”
“Ah, did you?” You nod and he smiles; a look of satisfaction, of pride, that makes your chest feel warm. “Good girl. You’re doing so well. Ah, I should be keeping up with you more, shouldn’t I? I’m sorry I haven’t, I’ve just…”
He glances back at the computer, at the screen that hasn’t changed in almost an hour, and grimaces, lips set in a thin, frustrated line. “It’s okay,” you say softly. “You’re working hard.”
He nods, and you feel him relaxing a little—but not quite. His jaw is still tight; shoulders still tense. Hands still digging into your side like he’s trying to ground himself in your skin. You pause, chewing on your lip. “Daddy,” you whisper. He grunts; a noise of acknowledgment. “Can I… can I put my head on your shoulder?”
He’s never actually said no, but with Hongjoong it’s always better to ask. He appreciates it, in any case.
“Yeah, honey,” he says. Then, quieter, “please.”
He’s warm, always is; you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck like you’re trying to hide yourself inside him. His grip on your waist loosens, the pressure against you coming away enough for his grip to feel strong and protective rather than tense and desperate. His hand slips between your thighs then sneaks upwards—slowly, surely. You sigh. “You’re stressed.”
“I know,” he murmurs. He opens his mouth like he’s about to say something else; before he can, though, his eyes seem to catch on something. They narrow, scrutinising. You shrink back like you’ve been caught in the act of something. “What is this?”
“What’s what?”
He pushes your skirt up, over your thighs and around your waist. It’s black, short, pleated, one of his favourites. What’s not one of his favourites, it seems, are the panties sitting snug on your hips. He stares at them for a moment, then up at you, brow raised. “Did I put you in panties this morning?”
Ah. “Um…”
“I don’t think I did,” he says. “Interesting.”
“I just— the skirt is short.”
“I know it is. That’s why I chose it.”
“I didn’t want anyone to see,” you argue. “You don’t like it when other people look at me.”
He hums. “I suppose you got me there. But just for good measure—” His hand draws back suddenly then slams down, right over your covered cunt; you shriek, half in surprise and half in pain, and he smacks it again. “Don’t sneak around me again,” he chides you. “Clear?”
You nod, breathing shuddered, a little dizzy; the pain fades almost as quickly as it came, the sharpness now a small, faint stinging—it’s the fact that he did it so quickly, so casually, so… procedurally, that’s getting to you now.
“Sorry, daddy,” you mumble. “I should’ve asked you.”
“Now you know.”
His palm comes to rest on your cunt now, gently this time, soothing the sting and sparking, you quickly find, an ache of an entirely different sort. You squirm a little, thighs trying to clench instinctively but blocked by his hand between them. He clicks his tongue, sighing, but says nothing. Then the pressure increases, just a little bit, so his fingers are pressing against your clit.
He starts to move slowly. Nothing dramatic. Nothing hard to take. But you’re so needy right now.
“Daddy,” you grunt. “C’mon, I…”
“Be good,” he says. “Daddy’s working. I’ll buy you something pretty when I’m done, alright?”
You huff. “You know that’s not what I want.”
He sighs again—you’ve found it’s one of the things he tends to do when you’re being bratty—but his lips are curved and you can tell he’s amused. Endeared a little, though he’d never admit it.
“I’ll fuck you too,” he says. “That’s what you’re fishing for, isn’t it? A nice, deep fucking, that’s what you want.”
You shudder; it wracks through the entirety of your body like a rogue wave. “Yeah.”
He tuts. “I really have corrupted you, haven’t I?” He chuckles. “You were so innocent when I met you. Just a little one, so scared to be touched; I practically had to coax you into submission. Now you can’t sit still without my dick in your cunt.”
“That’s not true,” you frown.
“Which part?”
“Both.”
“Prove it, then,” he says. The smugness in his voice tells you he knows as well as you do that you can’t. “Sit still until I’m done. Be a good girl and don’t bother me. Prove you aren’t the cockwhore I think you are.”
“What’ll I get if I do?”
“Dick,” he tells you. “As much as you like, all night.”
Well that does sound appealing. “And… if I don’t?”
“Dick,” he says again. “As much as I like. And maybe a spanking to remind you not to lie to your daddy. You’d probably like that, though.”
He knows full well you would. The first time he spanked you you almost came over his lap from the smacks alone—something he never fails to hold over your head. You’re surprised he hasn’t mentioned it now.
“Okay, deal,” you say. “May the truth prevail.”
He just rolls his eyes.
You lose catastrophically, of course. He keeps you on his lap—refuses to let you slip away and retreat to the couch as you'd intended and banked on—his hands on your waist, holding you loosely enough that you can move but tight enough that you can't ignore the feeling of his hands on you. You’re certain, as well, that he’s flexing his forearms on purpose. Deliberately doing things on his computer that force him to move his hands and his fingers in just the way that sets you off.
And you just can’t help yourself.
In minutes, the feeling starts in your tummy. It goes to your head a while later. And then, before you can stop it—you squirm. Breath sucked in. A small whimper breaking past your lips.
Hongjoong goes still. His finger stills above the mouse.
“You just squirmed.”
“I—”
“You lost,” he cuts you off. His voice is level, steady, but a layer of smugness seeps through on an undercurrent, and you doubt it’s by accident. He’s enjoying this—of course he is. “You told me you could keep control, and you didn’t. You are a whore. You need dick, or you can’t stay still. You just proved it.”
“Hongjoong,” you whine. “That’s not fair.”
“It doesn’t need to be,” he says. “I told you to do something, and you failed. Stand up.”
You’re shaking as you clamber to your feet, knees weak after what feels like eons perched on his lap; he steadies you with two hands on your waist then lets you go. His expression is calm, eyes gentle, but his lips curl into a small sneer as he looks you up and down. “That was a pathetic display,” he says. “I really did corrupt you. You were such a good little girl when I found you, you know? So sweet. Not desperate and disobedient like you are now.”
You know he’s teasing, you know he’s just playing the game, just enjoying his victory; still you can’t help but whine, pouting, shoulders slumping like a scolded child. “Joong—”
He raises an eyebrow. You know that look by heart—know the warning. “Daddy,” you correct yourself.
“Better,” he says. “You made a fool out of yourself there. Being so out of control. I thought I taught you discipline.”
“You did.”
“Evidently not enough. Take off your panties.”
You hesitate for just a second too long. Hongjoong hooks an arm around your waist and tugs you towards him, turning you around so you’re facing away then lands five sharp, rhythmic slaps on each of your thighs. You squeal, trying not to squirm as he lays them down, and he turns you back around without a word.
“Currently,” he says, “I don’t plan on giving you the spanking I threatened earlier. Don’t make me change my mind. I’d hate to do it here—the walls are soundproof, but only so much. A crybaby like you, I’m sure the whole floor would hear. Take off your panties.”
You don’t hesitate this time—Hongjoong has never threatened you with anything he wasn’t prepared to follow through with. It’s part of his philosophy, his ethos; honesty in all cases. You can’t and shouldn’t trust someone who makes promises they won’t keep—even if those promises are things you’d much rather they didn’t.
You pull the panties down your thighs, stepping out of them. Hongjoong holds up a hand, stilling you, before you can put them down.
“Hold them up to your face,” he orders. You do. He adjusts himself in his seat, only slightly, eyes on you. “Smell them.”
You baulk. “What?”
“Smell them,” he repeats. “And tell me how wet you are.”
You run your fingers across the fabric, the soaked crotch that’s practically dripping onto the floor. “They’re wet,” you say. “I— I can tell from this.”
“That’s lovely,” he replies. “Now do what I told you to do.”
On some level, most of them really, you want to protest. To refuse. But you don’t. Your safeword—the little word both of you live by, that he drilled into you like a mantra and, the one time he asked you it before you started a scene and you couldn’t recall it, genuinely belted you for being careless enough to let it slip your mind—is the last thing on your mind as you lift the fabric up to your nose and sniff it.
You’ve done a lot of degrading, debasing things with Hongjoong. You’d even call some of them dehumanising. But there’s something uniquely humiliating in this; in smelling your wet, soiled panties while your boyfriend watches on, simply because he told you to. Because you’d do anything he told you do.
Your boyfriend, you notice, is rock hard; evident even through his pants. It makes you pulse.
“Well?” He asks. “Wet?”
You nod. “Yes, daddy. Wet.”
“Creamy?”
You nod. He tilts his head, silently menacing, and you rush to correct yourself. “Yes, daddy. They— they’re creamy.”
He hums. “You know what you’re smelling, baby?”
“Um…”
“Your lack of control,” he answers for you. “You let your cunt do the thinking for you. Daddy taught you to use your brain, didn’t he?”
It’s actually the opposite, and you both know that; Hongjoong takes great pride and pleasure in having reduced you to thinking with your pussy, guided by need for him, need to please him, above all else. In having dumbed you down to the extent that you’ll follow your leaking cunt and throbbing clit anywhere he takes you. But he also takes pleasure in acting like he didn’t want this at all; like your perversion, your more ‘bimbo like’ qualities, as he calls them, are flaws to be corrected. Like it’s his solemn duty to beat them out of you.
And honestly—you love it just as much. Feeling like a disappointment for how stupid you are for him. Feeling taken in hand by him; pretending he’s doing all this for your own good.
“I’m sorry, daddy,” you whisper.
“You’re going to have to prove it,” he says. “I just hope you do a better job than you did the last time you tried to prove something to me. Give me your panties.”
You push them into his outstretched hand; you know what he’s going to do next before he does it. “On your knees and open your mouth.”
You obey, slowly but steadily—careful, rather than hesitant. The taste of salt on your tongue as he stuffs the wet fabric past your lips is an unsurprising one.
“That’s better,” he smiles, satisfaction evident in his voice. “That’ll teach you modesty. You stay like that until daddy’s done. Then we’ll get you home and give you that fucking you earned, yeah?”
“Yes, daddy,” you say around the fabric, voice muffled.
Hongjoong pats your head, pinching your cheek gently.
“Good puppy.”
been utterly haunted by the concept of dilf/sugar daddy ateez recently. here’s the sugar daddy. dilf may come later.
synopsis : You make one stupid mistake on a bad day and accidentally kidnap the most dangerous man in the city. Instead of killing you, he decides you’re safer under his protection—whether you like it or not.
genre : slice of life, fluff, romance, action, mafia au, drama, crack, slow-burn, little angst
warnings : kidnapping (accidental)
author’s note : haven’t posted in agesss 😭 lowkey got stress when people started sending me asks about being a minor, being moots wif nsfw blogs blah blah thought it was the end of me and my blog 🙏
word count : 2.9k
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You knew something was wrong the moment the car door locked automatically.
Not a normal lock.
A rich lock.
The kind that sounds expensive and final, like it comes with a lawyer.
You freeze in the driver’s seat, oat milk sweating in the cupholder, hands still on the wheel.
“…Huh.”
In the rearview mirror, a man stares back at you.
Not a man.
That man.
Perfectly styled black hair. Sharp eyes. A tailored suit that looks like it costs more than your rent. Calm in a way that suggests violence is not only familiar but efficient.
He blinks once.
Slowly.
“Why,” he asks evenly, “are you in my car.”
You swallow.
“Why,” you reply, equally evenly because your soul has left your body, “were you parked in the Uber zone.”
Silence stretches.
Then—footsteps outside.
Shouting. Multiple voices.
The man in the mirror sighs.
“…Get out.”
You panic.
You do not know what part of your brain fires, only that it does, and suddenly you’re slamming the gas pedal like you’re in an action movie with no stunt training.
The car lurches forward.
Someone screams.
The suited man swears.
And just like that, you commit your first felony.
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You pull over in a grocery store parking lot because your hands are shaking too badly to keep driving.
Your heart is trying to escape through your throat.
In the backseat, the man—Hongjoong, you now know, because his phone has rung approximately twelve times and every caller has called him boss—sits zip-tied and vibrating with restrained fury.
You hadn’t even meant to restrain him.
It just sort of… happened.
“Okay,” you say, turning around in your seat. “Let’s all acknowledge that this has gotten out of hand.”
Hongjoong stares.
“…You used my emergency restraints.”
“Oh. So that’s what those buttons were.”
“They are for hostage situations.”
“Well,” you gesture vaguely, “full circle.”
He closes his eyes.
Somewhere in the distance, sirens wail. Or maybe that’s just the blood roaring in your ears.
“You have,” Hongjoong says carefully, “exactly thirty seconds to explain why I shouldn’t have my men tear this city apart looking for you.”
You nod rapidly. “Cool cool cool. Great question. So.”
You take a breath.
“I thought you were an Uber.”
His eyes open.
“…Explain.”
“You were in a black car. With the door open. In front of a building that looks like every tech startup ever. I was late. I got in. Your driver yelled. I panicked. You yelled. I panicked more. Then suddenly I’m driving and someone is chasing us and—” you gesture helplessly “—I don’t have the emotional regulation for this.”
Hongjoong studies you.
Really studies you.
Then he asks, “Do you know who I am.”
You squint. “Like… spiritually?”
A beat.
“I am not joking.”
“Neither am I,” you say earnestly. “I am very scared.”
Another beat.
He exhales, long and slow, the sound of a man recalculating the universe.
“…You’re not pretending.”
“No.”
“You truly have no idea.”
“Nope.”
His lips twitch.
Just barely.
“That,” he murmurs, “is certainly new.”
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Seonghwa is the first to realize something is wrong.
Hongjoong does not miss calls.
Hongjoong does not leave without an escort.
Hongjoong does not disappear mid-sentence while reprimanding someone.
By the time Wooyoung bursts into the office yelling “THE BOSS IS GONE,” half the building is already mobilizing.
Yeosang has security feeds pulled up.
San is pacing like a caged animal.
Mingi is loudly declaring he knew today felt cursed.
Then Jongho freezes.
“…Why is the boss’s car going ninety in a school zone.”
Everyone turns.
The footage shows it clearly: Hongjoong’s personal vehicle weaving through traffic like it’s being driven by someone who has never known peace.
Seonghwa whispers, “Who drives like that.”
Wooyoung squints.
“…Is that a reusable grocery bag in the passenger seat?”
Silence.
“What,” San says slowly, “do you mean grocery bag.”
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You’re sitting on the curb now, having insisted on “fresh air for accountability.”
Hongjoong sits beside you, still zip-tied, suit immaculate despite everything.
You hand him a fry.
He stares at it.
“…Are you bribing me.”
“Yes.”
“With fries.”
“They’re seasoned.”
He takes it.
Chews.
“…They’re acceptable.”
You sag in relief.
Your phone buzzes.
Unknown numbers. So many unknown numbers.
You flip it face down and groan. “I’m so going to jail.”
Hongjoong tilts his head. “Unlikely.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“If I wanted you punished,” he says calmly, “you wouldn’t be breathing.”
You stare at him.
“…Okay but that feels worse actually.”
He huffs a laugh before he can stop himself.
That’s when you notice it.
He’s not angry anymore.
He’s curious.
And curiosity, you will later learn, is far more dangerous.
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You realize you’re about to die when seven black SUVs pull into the grocery store parking lot like a funeral procession for your sanity.
They stop in a perfect semicircle.
Doors open in sync.
Men step out.
All tall. All armed. All radiating the kind of energy that says HR complaints are handled permanently.
You whisper, “Oh cool. A flash mob.”
Hongjoong sighs. “I told them not to be dramatic.”
“This is not dramatic?” you hiss, gesturing wildly.
Seonghwa is the first to reach him.
“Boss,” he says, voice tight, eyes scanning you like you’re a threat, a liability, and a biohazard all at once. “Are you hurt.”
“I’m fine,” Hongjoong replies. “Untie me.”
San is already crouched in front of you, eyes sharp. “Hands where I can see them.”
You immediately put both hands straight up.
“Omg absolutely. Huge fan of compliance.”
Wooyoung squints. “Why are you… apologizing.”
“I’m a people pleaser,” you explain. “Even in hostage situations.”
Mingi leans toward Jongho. “She’s not even crying.”
Jongho, deeply unsettled: “That’s the worst part.”
Seonghwa cuts the zip ties. Hongjoong stands, rolls his shoulders, adjusts his cuffs like he didn’t just spend an hour bound by someone who smells faintly of oat milk.
Then—he turns back to you.
You brace yourself.
Instead, he says, “You left your phone in my car.”
“Oh thank God,” you breathe. “I thought that buzzing was my conscience.”
Every single man freezes.
San slowly turns to Hongjoong. “Boss.”
“Yes.”
“…Why is she still alive.”
Hongjoong pauses. Considers.
“She’s useful.”
You squawk. “IN WHAT WAY.”
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They take you to a warehouse.
Of course they do.
You sit at a metal table. A single light overhead.
The vibe is like a crime documentary, but the execution is… off.
Someone brings you a blanket.
Someone else brings you tea.
You’re pretty sure you hear Wooyoung arguing with Yeosang in the corner.
“I think she’s cursed,” Wooyoung whispers.
“She kidnapped the boss by accident,” Yeosang hisses back. “That’s not cursed, that’s divine intervention.”
Hongjoong sits across from you, elbows on the table.
“Tell me about yourself,” he says.
You blink. “Like… fun facts?”
“Yes.”
“Well,” you start, “I cry at commercials. I once apologized to a mannequin. I work a job I hate and I’m bad at confrontation.”
San frowns. “How did you even overpower the boss.”
You wince. “Adrenaline and unresolved issues?”
Hongjoong hums thoughtfully. “Checks out.”
He studies you for a long moment.
“You weren’t scared of me,” he says.
You tilt your head. “I was terrified generally. You were just… another problem.”
The room goes quiet.
That’s when Hongjoong smiles.
Slow. Sharp. Dangerous.
“Oh,” he murmurs. “That’s new.”
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The problem, Hongjoong quickly learns, is that you are immune to intimidation.
He glares?
You offer snacks.
He threatens?
You ask if he’s eaten.
He raises his voice?
You flinch and apologize and somehow make him feel bad.
By the end of the night, Seonghwa pulls Hongjoong aside.
“Boss,” he says carefully, “she’s not a spy.”
“No,” Hongjoong agrees.
“She’s not a plant.”
“No.”
“She’s just… a civilian.”
Hongjoong watches you across the room, laughing awkwardly as Wooyoung shows you something on his phone.
“…Unfortunately.”
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You expect to be released.
You are not.
Instead, Hongjoong says, “You’ll stay.”
You choke on your tea. “I’m sorry—what.”
“For your safety,” he continues smoothly. “You’ve seen too much.”
“I saw a warehouse and like… four guns.”
“And my face.”
You squint. “You have a nice face.”
Silence.
Mingi gasps.
Wooyoung slaps the table.
San looks like he’s witnessing a crime.
Hongjoong clears his throat. “…You’ll have a room.”
“A room?.”
“Yes.”
“This feels like Stockholm syndrome but preemptive.”
He leans closer. “You kidnapped me. This is only fair.”
You stare at him.
“…Can I at least text my boss that I’m sick?”
Hongjoong nods. “Reasonable.”
You type furiously.
You: hey im sick cant come in
Boss: again??
You: kidnapped a mafia boss
Boss: understandable, feel better
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The mafia house is not what you expect.
You expect marble. Cold lighting. A general sense of bloodstains that have stories.
Instead, it looks like an aggressively expensive Pinterest board.
Neutral tones. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A couch that costs more than your student loans. Art that you’re pretty sure is either priceless or money laundering.
You stand in the entryway clutching your tote bag like a shield.
“…Do I take my shoes off?”
Seven men stop moving.
Hongjoong turns slowly. “You… want to take your shoes off.”
“I don’t know your rules.”
Seonghwa clears his throat. “We usually… don’t.”
You nod. Slip them off anyway. Line them up neatly by the door.
Something in the universe shifts.
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You wander into the kitchen later that night and immediately make a face.
“Who organized this.”
Wooyoung perks up. “Me.”
“Respectfully,” you say, already opening drawers, “this is a crime.”
Within twenty minutes, the spice rack is alphabetized, the mugs are grouped by size, and the snack drawer is labeled.
Mingi watches in awe. “She’s nesting.”
Hongjoong leans against the counter, arms crossed. “You’re very comfortable for a hostage.”
You pause. “Oh. I forgot I was one.”
He laughs before he can stop himself.
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You don’t mean to become part of the routine.
It just… happens.
You sit with Jongho while he patches up a cut.
You listen to Yeosang talk about drones like it’s a TED Talk.
You scold San for skipping meals.
One night, you find Hongjoong in his office at 2 a.m., lights low, staring at paperwork like it personally betrayed him.
You knock softly.
He looks up. “You should be sleeping.”
“So should you,” you counter, holding up a mug. “Chamomile.”
He eyes it suspiciously. “…Is this a power play.”
“It’s tea.”
He takes it anyway.
You sit on the floor. He doesn’t comment.
This becomes a habit.
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It happens accidentally.
You come out of your room one morning wearing one of his hoodies—oversized, black, unmistakably his.
You freeze when you realize.
Hongjoong freezes harder.
The crew stops breathing.
“That’s the boss’s—” Wooyoung starts.
“I was cold,” you say weakly. “I can take it off.”
“No,” Hongjoong says immediately.
Everyone stares at him.
“…I mean. It suits you.”
Seonghwa closes his eyes like he’s praying.
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The first time it happens, you don’t even realize it’s dangerous.
A rival group sends a message.
A photo.
Your name is in it.
You’re in the room when Hongjoong sees it.
The temperature drops.
You reach out without thinking and touch his arm.
“Hey,” you say softly. “I’m okay.”
That’s when he snaps.
The room explodes into motion. Orders barked. Guns checked. Fury unleashed.
Seonghwa watches Hongjoong carefully.
He has seen this rage before.
But never like this.
Never personal.
Later, Hongjoong finds you on the balcony, wrapped in his hoodie, city lights below.
“You should be afraid,” he says quietly.
You look up at him. “I trust you.”
Something in his chest breaks.
“That,” he says, “is a dangerous thing to give someone like me.”
You shrug. “You didn’t have to protect me.”
He steps closer. “I did.”
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The first person to realize this is a problem is Seonghwa.
Seonghwa notices everything.
He notices how Hongjoong slows his stride when you’re walking beside him.
How he no longer takes calls in the same room as you.
How the hoodie incident resulted in that hoodie never being worn by anyone else again.
He notices how you’ve stopped asking when you can leave.
And how Hongjoong has stopped pretending that’s an option.
One morning, Seonghwa approaches him.
“You’re compromised.”
Hongjoong doesn’t look up from his laptop. “I’m efficient.”
“You’re attached.”
Hongjoong pauses. “…I’m cautious.”
Seonghwa crosses his arms. “You’ve doubled security rotations because someone looked at them wrong.”
“He was suspicious.”
“He was a barista.”
“Well, he spelled my name wrong.”
Seonghwa sighs. “Boss.”
Hongjoong finally looks up.
“She is under my protection,” he says firmly. “End of discussion.”
That’s when Seonghwa realizes:
This isn't strategy.
It’s fear.
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You are not stupid.
You notice the whispers.
The tension.
The way conversations stop when you enter rooms.
You corner Hongjoong in the kitchen at midnight, arms crossed, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands.
“Am I a liability.”
He stiffens. “No.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
He doesn’t answer.
You laugh softly, but it hurts. “I didn’t ask to be here.”
“I know.”
“Then stop treating me like glass.”
He steps closer. “I can’t.”
You look up at him. “Why?”
Because I can’t lose you, his mind screams.
Because you made yourself at home in my life and I didn’t notice until it was too late. Because you’re the first person who’s ever looked at me without fear or expectation.
Instead, he says nothing.
You step back.
“…Okay.”
And for the first time since you arrived, you walk away from him.
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It happens two nights later.
A hit goes wrong.
Someone talks.
Your name surfaces again.
This time, they come closer.
Too close.
You hear shouting. Glass breaking. The sound of violence you’ve been pretending isn’t real.
You’re shaking when Hongjoong finds you.
Blood on his sleeve. Eyes wild.
“You’re leaving,” he says.
“What?”
“Tonight. I’ll set you up somewhere safe. New phone. New identity if you want it.”
Your voice cracks. “You’re sending me away.”
“I’m protecting you.”
“No,” you snap. “You’re deciding for me.”
He grabs your shoulders, desperation bleeding through his control. “You don’t understand—”
“Then explain it to me!”
The silence is unbearable.
The truth presses against his ribs until it hurts.
“…Because if they take you,” he says hoarsely, “I won’t survive it.”
You stare at him.
“Oh.”
You step closer. Slowly. Carefully.
“Hongjoong,” you say, softly. “I’m not afraid of you.”
He laughs bitterly. “You should be.”
“Maybe,” you admit. “But I still choose you.”
His breath stutters.
He leans in—
The alarms blare.
Wooyoung’s voice echoes through the halls: “BOSS. WE HAVE A SITUATION.”
Hongjoong squeezes his eyes shut.
Of course.
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Chaos is loud.
Not cinematic loud—real loud. Shouting overlapping commands. Footsteps pounding.
The sharp crack of gunfire that makes your stomach drop even though you knew, abstractly, that this world ran on it.
You’re shoved into a safe room.
Steel door. No windows. One chair.
“Stay here,” Seonghwa says, gripping your shoulders. “Do not open this door for anyone except us.”
You nod. “I know.”
The door slams shut.
The silence afterward is worse.
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You sit for exactly forty-three seconds.
Then you stand up.
Because you are scared, yes—but you are also furious.
You didn’t survive this long, didn’t carve yourself into their lives, didn’t learn the rhythms of this house just to be treated like an object to be moved.
You remember the layout.
You remember the spare hallway.
You remember where Hongjoong keeps the emergency override.
You shouldn’t.
But you do.
The door opens.
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Hongjoong is issuing orders when he sees you.
Alive. Out of the safe room. Eyes blazing.
Something inside him snaps clean in half.
“What are you doing,” he roars, crossing the distance in seconds. “I told you to—”
“You don’t get to send me away,” you shout back, voice shaking but unbroken. “You don’t get to decide my life for me.”
Bullets ricochet in the distance.
The crew freezes, watching the most terrifying sight they have ever witnessed: Their boss being yelled at.
“I stayed,” you continue, chest heaving, “because I wanted to. Because I trust you. Because I—”
Your voice breaks.
“—because I love you, you idiot.”
The world stops.
Hongjoong stares at you like he’s been shot somewhere vital.
“You… what?”
“I kidnapped you once,” you say breathlessly. “I can do it again.”
Wooyoung whispers, “Holy shit.”
Hongjoong moves.
Not toward the enemy.
Toward you.
He cups your face with blood-streaked hands, forehead pressed to yours.
“I will end this,” he says softly. “And then we are talking.”
You nod. “Deal.”
He turns.
The fight ends fast after that.
No mercy. No hesitation. Just a man who has decided there will be no loose ends left in a world that dares to touch what’s his.
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The house is quiet again.
You sit on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, Hongjoong’s hoodie wrapped tight around you.
He kneels in front of you.
“I should have let you choose,” he says. “I was afraid.”
You smile weakly. “Yeah. Me too.”
He exhales. “Stay.”
It’s not an order.
It’s a question.
You lean forward and kiss him.
Slow. Certain. Real.
“I already did.”
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In the underworld, the story spreads.
How Kim Hongjoong, feared and ruthless, was once kidnapped.
How he let the culprit live.
How she ended up not leaving his side again.
When someone asks him why, he just smiles and says, “She took me by surprise.”
And if you ever tease him—years later, safe and loved—he’ll sigh and mutter,
“You know, technically, you committed multiple felonies.”
Summary: Hongjoong panics when you get hurt and instantly goes protective mode, scooping you up and telling everyone, “nobody touch her.”
Word count: 649
Request here!
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It happened so fast you didn’t even process the pain until you were already on the floor.
Practice had been brutal that night—tight schedule, harder choreography, everyone sweating and panting under the studio lights. You pushed just a little too hard on that final run-through. One turn, one misstep, and your ankle folded beneath you. A sharp cry slipped out before you could stop it.
Everything stopped.
Music cut. Feet skidded. Heads snapped toward you.
But no one moved faster than Hongjoong.
“Y/N?” His voice cracked as he sprinted across the room, dropping to his knees beside you with a speed that made even San blink. “What happened? Where does it hurt?”
You hissed as you tried to sit up, grabbing your ankle. “I—I twisted it. I’m fine, I just—”
“No.” Hongjoong’s tone was sharp, the kind that left no room for argument. “Don’t move.”
Wooyoung stepped forward. “Hyung, let me help lift her—”
Hongjoong shot his arm out, blocking him like a shield.
“Nobody touch her.”
The room froze again—but this time from shock.
Hongjoong didn’t even realise what he’d said until Yeosang raised a brow. But he didn’t take it back. He didn’t even blink. His entire focus stayed locked on you, hands trembling slightly as they hovered over your ankle.
“Joong…” you whispered, cheeks burning despite the pain. “I’m okay, seriously.”
He exhaled shakily. “I watched your foot bend. That’s not ‘okay.’”
Seonghwa knelt nearby, voice gentle. “We should get her to the medic.”
Hongjoong nodded stiffly. “I’ll carry her.”
You blinked. “Hongjoong, I can—”
“No,” he said again, softer this time but just as firm. “Let me.”
He slid one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, lifting you like you weighed nothing. His jaw was set, eyes burning with something harsh and terrified all at once. The members scrambled out of his way, parting like the Red Sea.
Mingi whispered, not quietly, “He looks like he’s about to fight God.”
Jongho nodded. “Or us.”
Hongjoong ignored them.
As he carried you down the hall, you could feel the tension thrumming through his body—the rigid arms, the tight jaw, the way he kept glancing down to check if you were still in pain.
“Joong… why are you shaking?” you teased gently.
“I thought you were seriously hurt,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “And that scared the hell out of me.”
Your heart flipped. “You care that much?”
He shot you a look like you’d just asked if water was wet.
“You’re our member,” he said. “My member.”
Your eyes widened. “Your—?”
“That’s not what I meant,” he stammered, ears instantly turning red. “I mean—you’re part of the team. I’m responsible for all of you. But when it’s you and something happens I—” He let out a breath. “I just react.”
You softened. “Protectively?”
He swallowed hard. “Yeah… that.”
When you reached the medic room, a staff member stepped forward to take you from him.
“Okay, I’ll handle—”
Hongjoong’s grip tightened instinctively.
“I said,” he repeated quietly, “nobody touches her.”
The staff member blinked, startled. “I—I need to check her ankle—”
“Oh,” Hongjoong coughed, face going scarlet. “Right. Yes. You can touch her. That’s fine. That’s literally your job.”
You burst out laughing despite the pain, leaning into his shoulder as he gently lowered you onto the exam bed.
He stayed beside you the entire time, refusing to leave even when told he could. His knee bounced anxiously, hands fidgeting with his rings until the medic finally said, “It’s just a mild sprain. A few days of rest.”
He let out a breath of pure relief.
“See?” you smiled. “Told you I’m fine.”
“That changed nothing,” he muttered.
You squeezed his hand. “Hongjoong… thank you.”
He squeezed back immediately—like he’d been waiting for permission.
Hiii!! Here for the 'ask and receive' thingy you're doing! I'm thinking allure!MATZ (maybe seonghwa focus? 😏) with the prompts 120, 122, 214, 220, 221, 224. What do you think?? Love your fics btw 💕💕
➯a/n: OOOUUUH WHAT DO I THIIINK ? i think- shit, where'd my clothes go ? kkkkk its about time i did some pure smut in this universe !! thank you very much and enjoy <33
Allure
Scent of You
❥Park Seonghwa x fem reader x Kim Hongjoong
120 + 122: "faster, faster — please ! " + "just like — oh, fuck ! just like that ! "
✫彡wordcount: 2.6k
(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, a/b/o au
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: 214: cnc, 220: manhandling, 221: creampie/breeding, 224: knotting, predator/prey chase, clothed/naked dynamic, outdoor sex, double penetration, pet names, dirty talk, multiple creampie, this adds almost zero to the plot/universe imma be real; they just fuckin, not proof read
♫Allure Soundtrack♫ "Just howl all night, like we got nothing to lose." &TEAM, Scent of you♫
♡masterlist !♡
MINORS GO AWAY
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It's been a long time since your adrenaline was so high.
You can feel your heartbeat in your throat, in your ears, in your finger tips — in your cunt.
The chilly fall air burns your lungs as you push yourself. You're so far into the woods and away from the farmhouse that you wouldn't be able to find your way back even in the broad daylight; forget about doing it now, in the middle of the night with only the moon to guide you.
Good thing Seonghwa is hot on your tail and ready to drag you back home after he catches you.
His footsteps crunch the fallen leaves as he makes his way to catch up with you; not even trying to be quiet in his pursuit. Both of you know that he's faster, that he's eventually going to get you. But that doesn't matter. That's, in actuality, the whole point.
He and Hongjoong opened up to you a few months ago, about how they had some... peculiar interests. Things they wanted to try. Things their wolves wanted to do. At the top of that list, just below 'breed' — was 'hunt.'
It's no secret that alpha's are more in tune with their wolves natural instincts, their natural urges. The stronger the wolf, the stronger the urges. And you happen to have two very strong alpha's as your mates.
Seonghwa is the strongest wolf of your entire generation, he was the first born. When you agreed to this, he literally howled with joy at the fact that he would be able to chase you down and 'earn' what he took.
Hongjoong was just as excited, he nearly pounced on you then and there.
You can't lie. It's fucking exhilarating. Your wolf is prancing in your head at the knowledge that your mates are hunting you down with the intention of knotting you as roughly as they please.
You catch yourself by grabbing onto a tree as a lighting fast shadow crosses your vision up ahead, making you stumble. Hongjoong, it had to have been; because Seonghwa is still right behind you — oh, fuck.
You're tackled, Seonghwa's arms wrapping around you tightly and pulling you on top of him before you can collide with the dirt. "You cheaters!" You pant as you fall over him bonelessly, "he cut me off."
"We got you fair and square," he growls as he grabs the back of your sweater collar. Not another second is wasted as he riiiips the clothing down your back, "there wasn't a rule saying we couldn't corner you. Should have thought of that, Omega."
You gasp as the cold air hits your torso, exposed as he yanks the fabric off your arms. A yelp follows, having been pulled straight up and off him by Hongjoong.
He shoves you belly down onto the ground, "you're just so naive, Dolly~" He giggles, yanking your bottoms down. Not even bothering with your shoes as he pulls your pants off you. "Didn't you realize only one of us was behind you?"
"Get-" Your mind comes back to you after your initial shock of being caught and nearly stripped so fast, "get off me!" It's a little less convincing than it could be, but that's because you want them just as badly as they want you. Your ankle is immediately caught by a clawed hand as you go to kick at him, his other-worldly sharp nails threatening to press into your skin.
"I don't think so." He smirks as you look over your shoulder, wide eyes meeting his blackened ones. "You're ours. If you didn't want this, you should have ran faster~"
His words, although you know they are truly nothing but play pretend, make your heart thud in your chest harder and harder. You know you can end this with a single word. But you don't want to. "Wh- what are you gonna do?"
"We're gonna fuck you," Seonghwa's voice echos in the woods with a deep, dark purr laced in it as he stands infront of you.
The full moon is shining bright through the trees behind him, casting you in his shadow as Hongjoong plays with your hair teasingly.
"And you're gonna take it like the good little Omega that you are."
You couldn't respond even if you knew what to say as Hongjoong uses his claws and cuts your bra off of you, his palms immediately on your breasts as he grinds into your backside, making your jaw drop.
"Maybe, if you behave," Seonghwa hums as he crouches, red eyes locked on yours, "I'll give you my puppies."
You want to beg, 'please, please, fill me up!' Instead, you give him your best pout, finding yourself slipping more and more into the role of helpless prey. "You perverts..."
"Ah, we're the perverts?" Hongjoong chuckles as he continues to grind his jean clad bulge against your panties. The texture is so rough and nice. That, along with the chase — has you soaking through the fabric.
He sits up, holding you down by your shoulders as he leans his head back and takes a deep, purposeful breath in through his nose. "Mmmm," he bites his lip. You smell so tempting. So delicious. "You smell that, Baby?"
Seonghwa smirks at his question. Of course he does. "Hm? You mean that sweet smell of our Omega's cunt begging for us?" You whine, genuinely embarrassed. Curse their stupidly strong senses.
"I bet I could slip right in." Hongjoong's words make your eyes widen, and Seonghwa grins darkly, kneeling in front of you and leaning right to your face.
"I bet so too. I bet she'll let you right in~ Her pussy is telling the truth, even when her mouth is lying."
"No!" You try to push yourself up, only succeeding in pushing your ass against Hongjoong's bulge and making them laugh.
"Oh, yes, Dolly~" He unbuttons his bottoms and is hurrying to free himself while you struggle lightly beneath him. "I'm not a very patient man, you know that by now."
"Hongjoong, Hongjoong, wait! Wait a second, please!"
Seonghwa grabs the back of your neck, tilting his head as he looks down at you. "What? Why should we wait? Hm?"
"Y- At least stretch me out..." You feel so filthy for the words that leave your lips; but the harmonious rumbles from your Alpha's tell you that you definitely just did something right.
In truth, you were already more than ready to take one or even both of the them. They'd been teasing you for hours before the moon rose and the chase began.
They didn't want to hurt you, after all — not that badly.
"Oh," Hongjoong lets out an amused breath from behind you. You're just as into this as they are, slipping more and more into the game. "I'll stretch you out, alright."
He shoves your panties down your thighs, barely giving him enough room to slam into you. And slam he does. Knocking every thought from your head and your breath along with it as he settles his member as deep as possible.
It was only a slight hint of pain, the rest of what you were feeling was pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Seonghwa could see it in your face. Your brows pushed together and your eyes glazing over as small howl gets broken off in your throat. "That's it, Starlight," he breaks the facade with a soft praise, cupping your trembling jaw. "Let our mate fuck you in the dirt like the animals we are."
"F-uuuuck!" You scream as Hongjoong begins hammering into you, his growls reverberating off of the trees around you. Even as he gets lost in the clenching grip of your heat, he's careful with his claws as he grabs onto your shoulders; pulling you up to your knees.
"Hongjoong, be gen-gentle!" Don't be gentle. Don't be gentle. Fuck me like the Alpha you are.
His eyes roll back into his head as your thoughts reach him.
They reached Seonghwa as well, who now cups your face with both hands and squishes your cheeks together roughly. "Gentle? You want gentle? Too fucking bad, pup. You're gonna take us like the Omega you are."
Oh, you could faint. They're always rough. It's in your nature. But this is all new and dizzying and making you drip around Hongjoong's pistoning cock.
Seonghwa is grinning like a madman as you gulp, he can hear your heart thrumming like crazy as he comes closer. He shoves your face in his shoulder and holds you there with one hand while the other grasps onto your hip and guides you to start pushing back on Hongjoong.
"Fucking hell-" The blond hisses, his clawed hands wrapping up in your hair and holding onto you tightly. Not pulling, just grounding himself with you roughly as Seonghwa pulls you back and forth to meet his hard thrusts.
You wail into his shoulder, biting his hoodie and letting out a pathetic growl.
Hongjoong is continuing their tradition of trying to mold the shape of his cock into you so that Seonghwa can do the same and see which sticks longer. He's hitting every deep, sensitive part of you as he slips in and out at a brutal pace with the help of your shared mate.
"Just like that, Baby," Hongjoong purrs deeply, one of his hands finding his on your hip and settling on top of it. "Just like —" A breath hitches in his throat as you tilt your hips, and he's suddenly pounding into you impossibly harder while holding you at the new angle. "Oh, fuck~" He laughs breathlessly, "just like that!"
You slap your hands against the ground to cope with the new and intrusive feeling of him pushing himself somewhere... deeper. "Joong!! Too deep!" Every thrust is making his fat tip kiss the entrance of your womb. Don't stop. Don't stop.
"Cum inside of her," Seonghwa groans as he lets go of your head, eagerly yanking at his belt and locking eyes with the near feral man inside of you. "Lube her up nice and good so we can knot her together."
"Wha-aaaah," you squeal as Hongjoong pushes your face to the ground, one cheek to the dirt and your back arched deeply. His hand is on your other cheek, pining you to the ground with your ass in the air as he fucks you like he needs to breed you more than he needs to breathe.
It's almost like he does. As his pleasure slams into a peak almost as violently as he's slamming into you — he doesn't even realize he's holding his breath as he's shooting his load deep inside of you.
Not until Seonghwa's hand finds his shoulder, and he unlatches his jaw to snap at him before he realizes that's his mate too.
"Easy, tiger," Seonghwa smiles devilishly as he pushes back Hongjoong's hair, "aren't you gonna let me in?"
Fuck, yes, he is.
Hongjoong reaches down and tucks his arms under your shoulders, yanking you up as you whimper, "hurry, Alpha... Need you~"
Any part of you that was trying to hold onto the act is gone, your wolf is demanding to be knotted full by your mates. And they are more than eager to comply.
A small yip from you makes Seonghwa chuckle, watching you be jerked around with a primal satisfaction settling in his gut. Even though he knows, in reality, you wanted them this whole time — there's something so satisfying about the way they've gotten you so pliant and begging for their knots.
Your panties, still caught around your knees, stop your legs from opening all the way as Hongjoong lays back with you on top of him. He twitches inside of you, reaching around and using his claws slice the fabric. "Open up for your Alpha's, Dolly~"
As Seonghwa climbs over you, stroking his member slowly as he eyes you like a predator, Hongjoong holds your thighs and spreads you wide.
"Pretty Omega wants our knots, hm?" Seonghwa hums as he grips your jaw with his free hand, leaning over you with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Yes..." You answer breathlessly, blinking at him slowly and letting a pout form on your lips.
"Fuck — how can I say no to that?"
Your wail echoes in the silent night, your head thrown back and your small fangs gritting together as he all but shoves his bulky tip into your stretched hole. Hongjoong is panting like a dog underneath you, his eyes squeezing shut in focus as he forces himself to retract his claws. When he's successful, his fingers immediately find your clit; bombarding you with pleasure and sending mixed signals to your brain.
Seonghwa is stretching you out in an incredible and punishing way as he joins your mate inside of you, Hongjoong is flooding your body with dopamine. All of your wolves are noisy beyond belief in your mind as they howl with joy at being so undeniably close.
You hadn't come to expect gentleness from the eldest alpha, and you aren't surprised in the slightest bit that your chase had worked him up. He only gives you a single split second, while he grabs ahold of your hips, before he's done waiting and starts rutting into you.
You and Hongjoong are equally wrecked as Seonghwa grinds against him rough and deep inside of you, the sounds of his previous release squelching while being pounded back into you stirring him on.
He uses his grip on your hips to drag you up and down, his lip snarling upwards as he growls, "our perfect Omega takes it so good-"
Hongjoong is growling louder than he is now, cutting him off as he starts thrusting in time with how he moves you. "Faster."
"We don't want to break her~" He laughs lowly as the younger wolf's pout.
"She can take it," Hongjoong whines, "right, Dolly?" He rubs his hands up your torso, abandoning his teasing of your clit now that you're falling apart on their lengths.
You nod quickly, hands scrambling for anything to hold onto you. You find Seonghwa's hoodie; grasping it tightly in your fists as you look up at him. "Faster, faster — please! Please, Alpha!"
You know just how to press their buttons by now — which is exactly why you get just what you asked for.
Faster. Harder. They're animalistic in the way they take you. You can hardly think. But you don't have to. All you have to do is take it and revel in it.
A small howl leaves your pursed lips as your back arches off of Hongjoong's chest, thrusted about by their intense in-and-out and only held in place by Seonghwa's rough hands on your hips.
Your claws are dug into his hoodie, the tearing sound going completely ignored because the feeling of Hongjoong's knot swelling up and making the space they occupy even snugger.
"You gonna take it, Starlight?" Seonghwa hums a moan as he leans over you completely, crushing you between them, "gonna have our puppies?"
"Yes! Yes, pl-ease!"
Your yowl as Hongjoong's knot finally locks up inside of you — spurting even more hot cum — is muffled as Seonghwa latches his lips to yours. He keeps you right there, kissing you heated and messy as he copies the younger alpha's actions; stuffing you beyond completely and finally making that burning pleasure inside of you snap.
He rubs your stomach softly as you tremble and convulse with ecstasy, smiling against your lips as he feels their knots inside of you.
When he pulls away, he rest his head in the crook of your neck — purring loud and proud as he kitten licks at your mating mark. Hongjoong is rumbling happily below you, his arms wrapped around your waist softly and eyes closed blissfully.
"Such a perfect Omega," Seonghwa purrs, "we're so lucky."
warnings & tags: mentions of menstrual pain, discomfort, and blood. slight smut, implication of period sex. mostly fluff. afab reader.
a/n: every time I read a period fic I'm like so huh this author is definitely on their period and hates it and you know what? I am too. write the self-indulgent delusions, babes, it's good for you.
seonghwa, who immediately senses something is off the day before you even start, noticing how on edge you are about small things you don't usually react to, how uncomfortable in your own skin you seem to be.
seonghwa, who when you do start the following day, acts like you're a diseased bedridden person from the 1700s who must stay in bed all day because the Illness is so terrible. he protests when you say you're fine as you sit up, wincing a little at the cramping and the sudden flow. "No, angel. Let me take care of you," and gently pushes you back to your pillows.
seonghwa, who despite this, actually knows a lot about periods already, having researched it out of curiosity in the past and has been secretly hoping to have the opportunity to take care of you.
seonghwa, who has asked you to tell him when you're on your period– just so he can make sure he treats you even more like his princess during that time.
seonghwa, who brings you pain medicine, water, and a salty snack and a healthy snack (because he wants to give you what you want and what you need), and goes on a quick run to the store when he realizes you might need a heating pad, or some comfy socks, or a stuffed animal, or chocolate, or a bunch of pads and tampons, or – basically, he buys everything he thinks you could possibly need and you laugh when he comes back with so many bags.
seonghwa, who asks, "do you want some company or to be left alone?" softly, hoping for one answer but ready to understand another. you ask him to stay with you, to his secret relief, and he comes to lay right beside you on the bed, his head on a pillow, just staring at you with the sweetest sympathetic eyes. when he sees you move to get more comfortable with the heating pad, sighing at the varied temperatures and discomforts across your body, he says, "I'm sorry you have to deal with this, baby. it's so stupid!" his voice is little, innocent, and so cute.
seonghwa, who has you lay your head against his chest as he sits up, so that he can stroke your hair, soothing you, his voice deep and vibrating in his chest beneath you every so often.
seonghwa, who very, very shyly but not uncomfortably asks if you'd want a...massage. you think he means a back massage or neck massage, so you say yes, and you're a little startled when you feel a sudden warmth of skin–not the heating pad–on the area just below your belly button and just above the hem of your underwear. his hands still when he feels your little jolt, hovering above your stomach. you laugh a little and explain your reaction, and he asks, "so, do you not want–" "no, no I do...please," you laugh shakily. he puts just the right amount of pressure there, loosening the knots of ache just slightly, sending goosebumps up and down your body. he smiles at your sighs.
seonghwa, who, on some days, might let the freak out a little and let you know that he's willing to help you cum to make you feel a little better. whether or not you take the offer depends on the day, but when you do, he'll help you by rubbing your pussy until you cum, or on rare days when the stars align and you're on the same horniness wavelengths, he'll put on a condom and fuck you. yeah. he doesn't mind a little bit of a mess when it comes to you. especially if he knows it will help you feel better, right?
seonghwa, who makes sure you shower after any of the above, so that you can feel clean and healthy down there. who also gets in with you as an added treat.
seonghwa, who helps you breathe and break out of any spirals that come with your period moods. who grounded you by holding your hands, or hugging you tightly, or puts his hands on either side of your face and says in the sweetest, softest voice, "my love, it's all okay. I'm right here. I love you, and it will work out."
seonghwa, who, when you do go out while on your period, keeps checking on you, either by just asking, "doing okay?" or offering pain meds around the time when your last dose would wear off or rubbing the small of your back with a lot of pressure, remembering that you said that's where the cramps hurt often.
seonghwa, after a few months of watching you deal with each period, is secretly amazed at how much women deal with every month, usually without saying a word, and by default grows more amazed with how resilient and graceful you are through it.
seonghwa, who will hold you close to him on your more painful nights, soothing you to sleep with massages of your lower stomach or lower back or with stroking your head or arms.
seonghwa, who showers you with an absurd amount of kisses and tells you how pretty you are and how strong you are during this time so you don't forget it, so you don't fall for negativity of the hormones that tell you otherwise.
synopsis: it's reader's first time. seonghwa doesn't make a big deal of it, but is gentle and...encouraging.
tags: one-shot (drabble?idk). seonghwa x reader. [fem, virgin] reader's first time. soft [dom?] seonghwa. praise kink oop. smut / p->v / etc. etc. you get it!
warnings: explicit content (mdni), smut, first time / virgin reader, coming inside, slight aftercare, praise kink ofc. use of pet names (good girl, baby, angel, sweet girl, darling, the fucking WORKS)
a/n: I...uh...was struck with inspiration and didn't feel like writing a whole ass fic so here we are....though it definitely turned into a pretty long one. i wrote this at 2 am so if I don't wake up to any h*rny gdamm comments y'all are getting a smut ban (lmao kidding ily)
*holds your hand* listen. I need you to imagine soft-spoken seonghwa for like most of this. It will add to the experience. think seonghwa on lives. okay bye
enjoy ;)
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When you two were building up to it, sitting on his lap, a little more touchy and a little more heated than usual, Seonghwa didn't react much when you told him you hadn't had sex yet.
"okay, angel," he said sweetly, smiling softly. "good to know." and then he proceeded to kiss your neck, leaving little, gentle bites.
you let out scattered breaths, your body revving up in so many different places. but you needed to make sure he knew what he was getting into.
"I need–" you pulled back reluctantly, analyzing him. "–i need you to be...easy on me."
Seonghwa's eyes were sympathetic, then serious. "Baby," he said, "I'm always going to be careful with you."
"I know, hwa, but–"
"Are you nervous?" his thumbs rubbed circles on your waist, hands pressed firmly there.
You looked down, feeling his stare on you. A small, embarrassed smile. "A little."
He nodded, a hand under your chin, making your eyeline return to him. "Hey. We'll take it slow. You let me know if anything–anything–doesn't feel right. You've gotta let me know, though, baby."
You nodded, reassured. You trusted him.
The two of you made out a while more, and you felt him grow hard beneath you. Excitement rose in your chest, warmth spreading in other areas, but you still felt nervous.
"You tell me if this feels good, baby," he said, having turned you so your back was against his chest, fingers slipping underneath your panties.
You breathed shakily. He moved his fingers, alternating between pushing in–slowly, carefully–and circling your clit.
"I think I know the answer," he chuckled, his deep voice vibrating against your ear. "But I need you to use words, just so I know for sure– is this good? Are you okay?"
"Y-yes. Good," you barely got out.
"Ohh," he cooed, voice just above a whisper, "good job, baby! Good girl–thank you so much for telling me."
The praise and encouragement were beyond overwhelming. Normally, you'd see that kind of talk as condescending, but you knew he really meant it–even if he was exaggerating it just slightly. You needed it, really, to get over your nerves. He was guiding you, giving you careful nudges toward being more confident with this.
"Do you think you can come, angel? Can you let go for me?" his soft-spoken voice hummed right against your neck.
You nodded emphatically, biting your lip, and let out a strained cry, trying not to embarrass yourself with your noises.
"Good! That's right, darling, just let go."
You descended from your peak a minute later, Seonghwa still rubbing at your clit, preparing you for the next step.
"You ready for the main event?" he teased, planting kisses on your shoulder.
You nodded with a smile, feeling more relaxed after your first round.
"Good girl. You're doing so well."
He lifted you, putting you on your back on the mattress. He worked at your clothes, carefully pulling down your pants and underwear, giving you a requesting look when he went to undo your bra. You nodded, nerves building up again. He sensed it.
"So pretty," he murmured, planting a quick few kisses between your breasts. "Such a pretty girl. I'm so lucky."
You squirmed a little, and he smirked at your reaction while he pulled his boxers down, getting himself ready. He gave himself a few pumps, biting back a moan, and scanned your face.
"Doing okay? Ready?"
"I think so."
He put his hands beside your head, hovering over you. "It might hurt a little at first," he said softly, frowning a little. "If it hurts too much, you let me know right away, and I'll pull out."
"Okay," you smiled, trying to assure him that you did want this.
He kissed your cheek. "Brave girl. This is the good part," he winked.
He lined himself up, prodding his tip at your entrance, getting you used to the feel of him.
"Okay," he said, breath a little shaky. "In a few seconds, I'm going to push in. You let me know how you feel, baby." You nodded, hands ready on his shoulders.
He pushed in, and your breath hitched as he groaned. You felt stretched out, warm, and full. He stilled.
"How's–" his head hung down, fighting back a moan, trying to keep his focus on you. "–How's that?"
"Weird," you chuckled weakly. "But–good. A little sting. But I think if you move–"
He pulled himself back slowly, then pushed back in– not slamming, but gentle. You gasped.
"You feel so good," he shuddered, eyes shut, losing some control for the first time. "Okay?"
"I'm good," you nodded frantically. "Just–just move."
In response, he pulled back and pushed in again, still slow, but a little more forceful. You gripped his shoulders.
"Keep going," you whispered.
He kept thrusting, finding a solid pace, and coming back to the words of encouragement. "Baby, you're doing so good!" he huffed. "Taking me so well."
You whined, your sense of embarrassment about how you sounded fading.
"Oh, so good– such sweet noises, baby. Keep doing that. Let me hear it," he praised, kissing your neck as a reward.
You responded with louder moans and whines, each cut short by harder thrusts. You put a hand over your mouth instinctively.
"Let them hear it, baby," he said, gently prying your hand away. "Let people hear how well you're fucking me."
Your back arched slightly off the bed, and Seonghwa had to readjust to keep at the same pace. The new angle had him hitting a slightly different spot, and it was driving you over the edge.
"Close," was all you could get out, eyes shut tight as you moved with him, your arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him for dear life. "So close, Hwa!"
"Me too," he huffed into your neck. "Come with me, baby, you can do it."
You felt wave after wave coming until you eventually broke, falling from your high, seeing stars, still feeling Seonghwa pounding into you. You let out a gutteral cry, so loud you knew in the back of your mind that Seonghwa's neighbors absolutely heard. You didn't care, because at the same time you were feeling Seonghwa come inside you, warmth spilling into you, his thrusts slowing but not easing, him gasping out and groaning.
"Good girl, angel!" he breathed heavily as he rode his high out. "Good job, baby, you did–" another breath, "Oh, you did so good."
Eventually, he pulled slowly out of you, and was quick–even if clumsy–to get a warm, wet cloth to clean you and himself up.
"I'm proud of you, sweet girl," he said quietly, a smirk forming. He put the cloth down, moving to kiss you, slow and intentional. "That was so fucking good."
"Yeah?"
"Yes," he nodded emphatically. "Your first time, and easily my best time. Also... did you know you have a praise kink?"
Your cheeks grew hot. "That's what that was? I thought you were just being sweet!"
"I was being sweet. But you were also very responsive to that sweet. So I amped it up more than I usually would."
"Oh. Then, uh, yeah. Guess I do."
"Lucky for you," he said, kissing a line down your shoulder, "So do I."
1.9k, Naga!Seonghwa, witches, magic, mentions of death, imprisonment, chains, abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, fire, implied slaughter, implied age gap (@stellasays45)
“Well, aren’t you marvelous.”
You were curled up in the corner of a dark and cold cell when you heard a voice. You looked up to see a hooded figure standing on the other side of the bars. You had no idea who they were, or when they got in here, but if they were allowed in they must be someone important.
“Come here.”
You had a feeling that you shouldn’t disobey, so you carefully approached, sitting on your knees before this individual. The stranger knelt down and reached across the bars, their hand ghosting over bits of your body. You knew what they were staring at. Scales decorated your skin sporadically, making you look like some kind of reptile.
“Look at me.”
That you really didn’t want to do, but once again you felt like there wasn’t a choice. You slowly looked up, revealing the matching monstrous eyes, one red and the other white.
“Truly beautiful.”
“…”
“You must be cold.”
The stranger took their coat off, and you saw the man beneath. He got the coat through the bars and wrapped it around you tightly.
“The cold won’t kill you, but it can be unbearable.”
Without another word the man left, and you weren’t sure what to make of that whole encounter. The coat was nice though, as it was rather cold down here, but it would be a temporary comfort. Still, you returned to your corner and made yourself as small as possible. Guilt still weighed heavily on you because of what had happened. Yesterday was supposed to be a joyous occasion, yet it was the exact opposite. You were the daughter of the coven leader, and your family had always been extraordinary. The women in your lineage were witches, but they were born without any magic of their own. It wasn’t necessarily something shameful, but created a beautiful tradition. There was magic in your family, but it was something that was passed down between mother and daughter. With every generation the magic would grow stronger and stronger, which is how your family came to lead the coven.
It was your turn to take on the title, and inherit your power, once you were of age. The whole coven gathered for the ceremony. Transferring magic was never easy, but that day things went so wrong so fast. When you felt the magic flow into your veins it burned, and you screamed in agony. You could have believed this was meant to happen, but you weren’t told beforehand. Not to mention the rest of the coven was confused. You collapsed to the ground, screaming and thrashing around. Then black smoke began to emanate from certain parts of your body, as if your skin was burning away and revealing the scales underneath. Your eyes even changed color, becoming so inhuman. Since no one knew what happened you were merely locked up and left alone. Your body had settled down after a while, but you were quite cold.
There was no one around, so you were just left to wonder why everything had gone so poorly. Your mother had told you of the ritual, as had your grandmother. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way, yet it did. You had scales on your body now, your eyes were monstrous, this had to be some kind of curse. Although you didn’t understand why it had fallen upon you. Your coven was not a bad one, your family were not bad people, but you were being punished nonetheless. Of course your mother had tried to take the magic back, but she couldn’t. This power could only be given and not taken. This led to the rest of the coven growing fearful of you, saying you were a bad omen. They wanted you dead, but the magic would be lost if that happened, so something else had to be done.
Your magic would be extracted from you, and that would certainly be painful. From there your mother would try again with another child. It hurt knowing you were going to be discarded so easily and then replaced. At the same time though, you didn’t really want to live like this. So when the day arrived you went quietly with those sent to collect you. They chained you up and took you to the center of town. You kept your head down the whole time, too ashamed to see anyone. This wouldn’t be easy to watch, and it wouldn’t be easy to endure, but once over your end would be quick. You wanted to apologize for the failure you were, but such words were meaningless. The best you could do now to atone was to give back the magic and die. So you closed your eyes and waited for the end, except it never came. Instead you heard gasps and murmurs in the crowd.
“You cannot take what does not belong to you, not anymore, and not ever again.”
You opened your eyes and looked to the crowd, seeing a rather familiar face. The man from before, your only visitor, was present. It was clear this person was a stranger to the coven, and as they slowly approached others stepped aside. They had a cocky grin on their face, seeming to hold a secret no one else did.
“Who are you?” The coven head asked. “How dare you show up uninvited and interrupt-”
The man chuckled. “If you don’t know who I am, then you’ve been left incredibly unprepared.”
“Pardon?”
“Shall I enlighten you?”
“I do not care for your story.”
“Oh it is not mine, but yours. A long, long, long, long time ago one of your ancestors was unable to bear a child. Yet magic could always provide solutions. The only problem there was that they were not powerful enough. So that little witch had to look elsewhere. Of course instead of seeking out help and making a fair deal they sought to take what they needed. Along their journey the witch stumbled upon a young naga, imprisoning the poor creature and taking every last drop of its power. Once having bled them dry the naga was discarded, left to rot and die in nature. Now the witch had enough power, and could have a child as they always dreamed.”
“You are speaking nonsense!”
“Am I? Does this not sound familiar at all? You see, despite everything that witch only ever had one child, a daughter. A witch born without magic of her own, a consequence of birthing a child that was not meant to be. Alas, magic can provide solutions. The witch could give her magic to her daughter, so that she may grow up to be a proper witch of her own. Thus a little tradition began. In this lineage, only one child would be born per generation, always a girl, always without magic, so power had to be transferred from mother to daughter. A little sad, but it did have such a wonderful side effect. With each generation the magic would grow stronger and stronger, allowing the witches from this bloodline to be incredibly powerful from such a young age. What a wonderful gift, don’t you think? Except that’s not really the case, it never was.”
“You are no one to speak on my family! I know my history, and you speak lies!”
“I don’t know what lie you were told, but I promise you my words are the truth. You see, that little naga did not die that day, nor did it forget. It had to grow and cultivate its own power from scratch once more, yet it remained incomplete. As if something was missing, a part of their very essence strangely absent. Then it all made sense. It was the power of the naga that allowed a child to be born, and that power was passed on from one generation to the next. The magic that was growing stronger with each generation was not the power of a witch, but a naga.”
“What are you talking about!?”
“You all know as well as I do that magic has rules, and balance needs to be maintained. To steal power from another, such actions have consequences, severe ones. That witch took what did not belong to them and created something that was not supposed to exist. Such a debt is to be repaid tenfold, don’t you agree? That’s why the girl you hold in chains is not a witch, but a naga herself. Born from stolen power, and the method of repayment.” The man laughed darkly. “Despite that wretched witch’s efforts and desires, in the end her lineage will cease to exist, and I get back what was stolen from me.”
“Liar! All you’ve said are lies! You know nothing about my family!”
“It doesn’t matter whether you believe me or not. This coven of yours will burn.”
An explosion suddenly rocked the town, a ball of fire appearing in the distance, then another and another. A coven was protected by the magic of its people, yet the stranger was able to cause destruction so easily. That meant they were powerful, and incredibly dangerous. The coven immediately scattered to protect their home, but it wouldn’t be that easy. Giant serpents engulfed in flames appeared from the raging fire, attacking their surroundings and causing further destruction. Then one of those flaming serpents attacked the coven head. In the chaos you collapsed to the ground, still chained up and not knowing what to do. Despite the fires burning all around, you still felt cold, and you tried to make yourself small.
“You won’t be cold anymore.”
When you heard a calm voice speak you slowly looked up to see the stranger standing before you. He knelt down, reaching over to caress your face. His touch was oddly warm.
“Who… who are you…?”
“Your master, your maker, your other half, or more accurately, yours, as you are mine.”
As he spoke a black mist suddenly circled around the stranger, revealing a snake skin suit, and different eyes, similar to yours.
“What a wonderful gift for us.”
The chains on you suddenly broke and fell away as you were pulled in closer by the stranger. Before you knew it their lips were pressed against yours. What began as a soft kiss grew deeper as you leaned into it. There was something about him that was pulling you in. An odd sense of familiarity, this feeling of comfort and peace. He felt like home, and you just didn’t know it until now. You wanted more and more of him, feeling this warmth growing inside you, flowing into you from him. You didn’t want to stop but he was the one who pulled away, although you were the only one breathless.
“You’re not cold anymore, are you?”
You shook your head, realizing he was right, you weren’t cold anymore. He offered you a smile, helping you to your feet.
“I’m Seonghwa. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“I… I’m y/n…”
“Beautiful.”
“… I… I don’t fully understand what’s going on… you… and I…”
“Sh, sh, sh, it’s okay. Today is merely your birthday, a cause for celebration. In time everything else will make sense.”
“So… what happens now?”
“Well, you are mine, and I will take good care of you.” Seonghwa offered you his hand. “Shall we?”
There was no hesitation as you reached for Seonghwa’s hand. He smiled and pulled you close, the two of you walking together, intending to leave this burning place behind. It seemed so foreign to you now, and with each step you felt like you were shedding a piece of the old life you had. You weren’t who you thought you were, but now that you were with Seonghwa you could discover who you were truly meant to be. That was quite a gift in itself, perhaps the best one for a birthday.
The eldest of the two glanced over at their partner. Quiet for a moment as they processed before a smile appeared on their face.
“I agree. We just need to find a good omega.”
“We have a wide variety within our company, I’m sure we can find one that suits us.”
“What are you thinking? A big company party to celebrate our recent success?”
“The reason is irrelevant as long as we gather everyone. Besides, who doesn’t like free drinks and food. I’ll have Yeosang get you a list of all the omegas at our company.”
The next morning a company wide email went out to invite everyone to a celebratory event. The CEOs wanted to reward their employees with a nice evening out, and hoped everyone would stop by. The atmosphere was certainly festive and all those in attendance seemed to be enjoying themselves. From above Seonghwa and Hongjoong watched it all, hunting for their prey. Seonghwa had his list on the tablet in hand, checking off names as he got a better look at his potential targets. There were a few interactions here and there but by the end of the night every name seemed to be crossed out.
“No one of interest?”
“The omegas here seem rather dull.”
“Well, I suppose we can look at our overseas branches before venturing elsewhere.” Hongjoong took the tablet from Seonghwa, looking over the list. “What about this one? It seems we haven’t crossed paths with them yet.”
Seonghwa glanced over. “I haven’t seen that omega at all.”
“Hm… Yunho, come here.”
When Yunho heard his name called he rushed over to greet the CEOs. He hadn’t had a chance to thank them for hosting such an event, but before he could say anything a tablet was placed in his hand, and Hongjoong was pointing at a profile picture of one of the employees from his department.
“I don’t see this person in attendance.”
“Ah, yes, they had to decline the invitation. They are quite sensitive to large crowds. I apologize on their behalf and ask for your understanding.”
“Hm, very well.”
Once gone Hongjoong returned the tablet to Seonghwa. They still had one more omega to look at. It just wouldn’t be tonight.
“I’ll have them stop by the office tomorrow morning.”
“With what excuse?”
“We’ll come up with something.”
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You had a little routine when getting to work to help you brighten up your mood. A morning boba was a must along with a delicious pastry. It was an enjoyable breakfast and a small benefit to having a good job. When you got to the office you greeted your coworkers, getting to your desk and preparing for the day. Although you had barely logged in when the head of your department came over to see you.
“Good morning, Yunho, how are you today?”
“Wonderful. Are you just getting in?”
“Yup, did you need something?”
“Not right now, but I wanted to tell you the boss wanted to see you in their office.”
“The boss?”
“You know, the CEOs.”
“What!? Why?”
“I’m not sure, but they expect to see you this morning. You know where to go right?”
“Uh… yeah… yeah, I do…”
“Good. You should go see what they want before you get started on your work, okay?”
“Okay…”
“Alright. Good luck.”
“… huh…”
You really had no idea why the boss, technically bosses, of this company wanted with you. There wasn’t anything special about you, your title was an average office worker. Once the shock of the news wore off you managed to get up from your desk and head to the elevator. You were kinda moving on autopilot, tryna figure out why the owners of this company wanted to see you. Then it hit you. The big party yesterday that you couldn’t attend, but there was no way they would be upset over something like that, let alone know you weren’t there. You didn’t even bother speaking to any of your coworkers about this, just going up to the main office to see what this was all about. Maybe you were over thinking and this was a good thing, but that was way too hard to believe.
When you arrived the floor was rather empty and eerily quiet. You recalled being up here maybe once or twice before and usually for any other reason besides speaking to the boss. The office up here was a bit weird though. You weren’t sure if anyone else worked up here given the desks seemed empty, especially the one right outside the boss’ office. That was the other weird part. There were two boss’ and thus two doors, but they both led into the same room. Someone had told you before the whole point was to make it easier on some guests as they usually come to speak to one rather than the other, but you get both in the end, for the most part. You had no idea which door was which so you just picked one and knocked. When you heard a voice tell you to enter you froze up for a second before composing yourself and stepping inside.
“Good morning, sirs… you wanted to see me?”
“Yes, please have a seat.”
It was way more jarring being in the room. Either side of the room seemed identical with bookshelves along the wall, a desk towards the back in front of the windows, at the middle was a table with some sofas set up in a symmetrical way. This almost made you nauseous, but you kept your focus, walking over to have a seat. You needed to remain calm or else your nerves would be obvious. The two gentlemen soon joined you, seeming way more relaxed than you. They gave you no hints as to why you were here, and somehow you figured it was better to take the initiative. Yet you stumbled through your words.
“Uh… if this is about yesterday-”
“No, no, no, nothing like that. We wanted to inform you that we are planning to fill our secretary position. We noticed you had experience on your resume and wanted to inform you that you’re being considered for the position. If that’s no issue of course.”
“Uh, no, not at all. Thank you for your consideration.”
“You should hear from us by the end of the week.”
“Alright, thank you.”
You hesitantly got up and bowed, making your way out of the office. It wasn’t until you were in the elevator that your legs gave out. You caught yourself on the railing, managing the strength to stand back up. That wasn’t as bad as you imagined, but it would certainly be on your mind all day.
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“So, what do you think?”
Seonghwa didn’t answer right away, instead moving over to where you had been sitting moments ago. He took a moment to breathe in the lingering scent.
“It’s faint, she must be on some strong suppressants, but I like it.”
“She seems very docile and timid, meaning she’s breakable.”
“Very.”
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A few days later you got to work to find a box at your desk, panic immediately began to overtake you when your boss came over. He congratulated you on your promotion and told you that you’d be starting in your new position today. It was best to pack up your things and get going. For a moment you were confused until you remembered that secretary position. You didn’t actually think you would get it, surely there were more qualified candidates, but here you were. Once you processed everything you packed up your personal items and cleaned up your desk properly. You handed over important paper work and said goodbye to your coworkers. Some though you were quitting, but you told them you had been promoted. Everyone wished you well and then you were on your way.
It was weird to be back on the top floor, but you were going to have to get used to this going forward. When you had been here before, you were told the desk in front of the main office was the one for the secretary. You expected someone to be there waiting for you, but the area seemed empty. You went over to set down your box of stuff, thinking you probably had to knock to let your new boss know you were there. Although before you had a chance someone called your name. The gentleman introduced themselves as Kang Yeosang, explaining that they were the one originally handling the duties you were going to take on. Or at least, those specific tasks were being delegated to you now. He helped you get set up, explaining how things worked. The phone on either side of the desk connected to one of the two bosses, and you would also need to be on top of their schedules.
The three monitors on your desk also meant you were supposed to look over their emails. You’d have access to both, one on the monitor to your left, and the other on your right. The middle monitor was for usual work. Of course they’d also call or email you when they needed something, so you had to be prepared to take on any task. It sounded all like your typical secretary duties, so nothing was that new to you. The only thing you needed to get used to was the set up. Yeosang assured you that you weren’t expected to instantly be good at your job, and to not be afraid to ask questions. He had already sent you an email with his number so you could reach him whenever you needed to. With that done he took you on a small tour of the floor.
Besides first appearances, there were cubicles and a small office set up. Yeosang didn’t really explain what those that worked there did, but it wasn’t important. You got to know where the common area was, as well as the break room. It did kinda suck that you would be alone for the most part, and you were the first person to greet whoever came to this floor. Still, that was all expected, it would probably just take some time to get used to. Yeosang brought you back to your desk, letting you know there was a help button under your desk in case anything bad happened. The building had high security, and only authorized personnel were allowed, but you never knew what might happen. You thanked Yeosang for everything and he left you to unpack.
You cleaned up your new desk and organized your things. The silence was certainly a bit unnerving, but it would all become normal to you in time. As you adjusted to the new position you got to know more about the CEOs of the company, Hongjoong and Seonghwa. They certainly worked well together, so you couldn’t imagine how things got if there was ever an issue. Either one managed different things, but it seemed like the other was always in the loop. You rarely talked to them in person, and only a few words were ever exchanged over the phone. Most of your communication was via email, and they’d always let you know if guests would be by that day or if they were expecting a phone call or needed to be on do not disturb for a few hours. It wasn’t as difficult as you first imagined.
“What’s this?”
You were on suppressants, and you had to take your pills daily. Yet on this particular day Hongjoong was around to witness you grab your pill bottle. He caught your wrist and took the bottle from your hand, examining it and questioning you. It wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about really, but you still felt shy.
“… those are my suppressants…”
“Right, you’re an omega. I suppose the company health insurance covers these?”
“Yes, and I’m very grateful for that.”
“Good to hear. Here you are.” Hongjoong handed you back the bottle. “I’d like some coffee from this shop down the street. I’ll send you a message in a bit with my order and Seonghwa’s.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ll need this.” Hongjoong handed you his card. “Get yourself something too.”
“Okay, thank you, sir.”
This was certainly a first for you. Well, not actually, going on coffee runs weren’t uncommon but this was the first time you had been asked to do such a thing. It was also the first time you talked to either boss for more than three words. You tried not to freak yourself out, this was part of the job after all. You took your pills and moments later got that coffee order. You wrote it down and then sent Yeosang a quick message that you’d be stepping away for a moment and to keep an eye on the front desk. It was actually kinda nice to step out of the office for a moment and get so fresh air. Thankfully their coffee orders weren’t that complicated and you didn’t get anything for yourself cause that still felt wrong even if you were told it was okay.
It wasn’t until you got back to the office that you realized what would happen next. You were gonna have to go into their office and deliver the coffee yourself. Outside that initial meeting where they told you about the possible promotion, you hadn’t been in their office. You were nervous to go back in, but you were gonna have to enter either way. Before knocking you double checked to make sure neither one of them was busy then made your entrance. You chose to knock on Hongjoong’s door, since he was the one who originally made the request. When he told you to enter you did so, offering a smile and trying to keep professional. You set down his coffee on his desk, and returned his card, then did the same with Seonghwa. You told them to enjoy, getting a small thanks from both, and then stepping out.
After that they had you do coffee or lunch runs more often. It kinda felt like that first one was a test to see if you could handle such tasks. You knew it wasn’t everyone’s favorite, and it wasn’t something a secretary always did. For you it wasn’t a problem. If anything it was a welcome change to routine. Although as the days went by you started feeling a bit sick. There were a few dizzy spells here and there, you’d find yourself zoning out for a moment until something caught your attention. You weren’t sure what was wrong with you but it didn’t seem that serious. That is until you found yourself in their office on one occasion. Hongjoong needed you to deliver some documents to a client nearby. You were waiting for him to gather the paperwork and write down directions for you when you started to feel a bit dizzy.
You held yourself together, but that’s when you realized what the problem might be. It was only then, standing in the office for longer than usual, did you actually pick up on their scents. With your suppressants you shouldn’t be able to do that, yet the scents of two powerful alphas were a bit overwhelming. You gave nothing away and were given the documents you needed to deliver. Once outside their office you felt better, and when you left the building and got fresh air you were completely fine. You never had a problem with your suppressants before, so you didn’t know what this meant. Maybe you just needed a stronger dose. You weren’t used to being around alphas, let alone such powerful ones, so that could be the answer.
“Y/n, let’s go.”
“Hm? Where are we going?”
“Seonghwa and I have a doctors appointment today.”
“Oh, and you want me to come with?”
“Who’s gonna answer our phones while we’re being examined.”
“Ah, right, of course.”
Since you had been at a desk all this time you weren’t used to answering their personal phones. Of course for such occasions it was necessary. You guess they never really took personal days. You’d be riding with them in their personal car which felt a bit intimidating. Given your current situation it was probably best not to be in such small closed environments with them, but you couldn’t really deny this without cause, and you rather not talk about your health. The trip was quiet, and when you arrived at the doctors office things moved forward smoothly. The two gentlemen handed you their phones and their coats, and you waited outside their examination room. For starters you needed to put the coats off to the side cause the scents were a little too strong and now was not the time to have a problem.
Besides a regular check-up they were doing extra tests so it seemed like this might be a whole day endeavor. You didn’t mind. Their phones only rang a handful of times, and you explained that the two were preoccupied and that sending an email would be best. You also took note of a few things to remind yourself and about things you should tell the other two once you had a chance. Of course you found ways to keep yourself busy. Around noon you asked if either one wanted you to get them some food from the cafeteria, but due to the tests it was best not to eat, so they declined. If anything, before you went off to get yourself something Hongjoong stepped out to stop you. At first you thought something was wrong, or maybe he had changed his mind, but what he wanted was something entirely different.
“You know, I’ll be done with my check-up in a bit, but Seonghwa still has a few things to do. Since you’re here, why don’t you get your own annual check-up done.”
“Oh no, that’s alright. I can schedule my own doctor’s visit when I’m not on the clock.”
“It’s no problem. You know the company insurance covers everything, and I can keep an eye on my own phone and Seonghwa’s once I’m done.”
“Uh…”
“We won’t leave without you if that’s a concern. I do insist you make the most of your visit today.”
“I… I suppose…”
“Excellent. I’ll let the nurse know to prepare a room for you.”
“Ah, thank you.”
You didn’t plan on seeing the doctor today, but Hongjoong made a compelling argument. You were already here, and your insurance would cover this completely. Not to mention being here with the CEOs, you’d certainly get the best treatment. Besides, you were fighting boredom here so you might as well be productive. A nurse came by to collect you a while later and you went through the proper procedurals. There were a few extra things thrown in but overall the doctor let you know you were in good condition. You wanted to ask about your suppressants and recent symptoms, but it would be best to talk about that with your primary physician. Not to mention, according to your recent tests, you were doing well, so maybe it was all just some minor illness.
By the time you returned to the office it was pretty late in the afternoon. The working day wasn’t over, but you were allowed to go home early. It was nice to get some rest after a long day. Although when you got back to the office you realized your symptoms were actually getting worse. It wasn’t some kind of illness though, that finally became clear. As Hongjoong made it to the office he asked you to follow him. You did so until he made it to his desk and began to take off his jacket. You quickly realized what he was doing and took his jacket, intending to hang it up for him behind his desk, but he told you to wait a moment. He grabbed his card from his wallet, telling you he wanted coffee from his usual place. You took it and bowed, putting his jacket on the coat rack and stepping out.
At first you thought you were fine but you began to feel really hot and light headed. You rushed over to the restroom, trying to figure out what’s wrong. You splashed water in your face and for a moment you were alright. That’s when you realized what was wrong. Hongjoong’s scent was all over your clothes from holding his jacket too long. You quickly took off your shirt and placed it on the other end of the sink. You got some towels and ran them under water so you could use them to wipe off the scent from your shirt. This shouldn’t be happening to you, yet it was. Your suppressants weren’t working anymore, so you needed to make an appointment immediately. So far you had gotten lucky, but who knows what might happen in the future. While trying to wash your shirt you heard the door open and yelled, trying to cover yourself with your damp shirt.
“Woah, take it easy, it’s just me.” Yeosang held his hands up. “What are you doing? Are you okay?”
“Me? This is the omega restroom!”
“I know.”
“Get out!”
“I guess you’re on strong suppressants.”
“… oh… sorry, I-”
“It’s fine. We don’t really advertise and with suppressants we’re all equal more or less. Now why are you half naked in the bathroom? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just needed to clean my shirt.”
“Did you spill something on yourself? Let me see.”
Before you could answer Yeosang took your shirt from you, examining it, but there was nothing wrong with it. You kept your hands over your chest, trying to hide as much as you could.
“I don’t see a stain…”
“That… uh… that’s not the problem…”
“Huh?”
You sighed. “My suppressants aren’t working.”
“What do you mean?”
It was a bit embarrassing to say, but you explained to Yeosang how you had been picking up on Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s scent despite being on suppressants. They were powerful alphas so you figured you just needed a stronger dose, but their scents had certainly been affecting you, and it’s only gotten worse.
“Oh, well that’s interesting.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re on suppressants yet you’re still picking up on their scents, you know what that means, don’t you?”
“…uh… no, I don’t…”
“Oh, sweetie, congratulations.”
“What are you talking about?”
“If you can pick up on their scents, even while on suppressants, that’s a sign that they’re your mate.”
“What? No… no, but it’s both of them, not just one.”
“An omega can have more than one mate.”
“Yeosang, you’re talking crazy. There’s no way those two are my mates.”
“That’s really the only explanation.”
“I… that’s just ridiculous.”
“Not impossible.”
“No, no, it’s just not true.” You got your shirt back on. “I just need to go to the doctor.”
Your shirt was a bit wet, but it was fine now. You still thought Yeosang’s words were ridiculous but for now you had to focus on work. You went out for the coffee run, delivering it as usual and not lingering in their office for too long. Afterwards you set a doctor’s appointment needing to get yourself checked out properly. It was set for the weekend and you managed to make it until then without any other incident. When you saw your doctor you went through things as normal and explained your current situation. According to your charts everything seemed fine, so you got the worst answer possible.
“Usually, when an omega on suppressants picks up on a scent, it means that person is their mate.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I understand it might be hard to believe, but that is usually the case.”
“Can you just increase my dosage, I’m sure that will solve the problem.”
“That wouldn’t really be good for your health.”
“If I can keep my job I’d argue otherwise.”
“I’ll set up another appointment for you. Before you’re given a higher dosage you need another examination.”
“Fine. The sooner the better.”
The next doctor appointment was a week out, and you figured you’d be alright until then. You just needed to avoid being in your bosses’ office for too long, and not get too close to them. Although it was easier said than done.
♥♥♥♥♥
Progress had been slow for Seonghwa, but Hongjoong insisted he be patient. Everything was working out in their favor thus far, they just needed to play their cards right. Still, as far as he saw there had been no change.
“Y/n, follow me.”
As Seonghwa made it to the office he asked for your assistant. He had seen Hongjoong do it before and asked about it. He was told it was a good idea to slowly get the omega used to their scent. He slid his jacket off and you took it. Seonghwa noticed some uneasiness in your scent, but he didn’t pay much attention.
“Y/n, I need you to run an errand for me.” Seonghwa began. “I have a bunch of meetings today and-”
Hongjoong started laughing all of a sudden and Seonghwa threw a glare his way. He didn’t understand the rude interruption but Hongjoong just shook his head and kept laughing.
“What is so funny!?”
“Look.”
Hongjoong pointed over to you and Seonghwa finally understood what he was talking about. You were standing in the same spot, jacket in your arms, eyes a bit glassy and staring off into space. Now Seonghwa understood, a smirk appearing on his face. Now he was seeing progress. He gently guided you over to the sofa, having you sit down. He took the jacket in your hands and draped it over your shoulders. That look on your face was quite adorable, he admired it for a moment, petting your head softly. He had heard about this before, how cute an omega could get when overwhelmed by an alpha’s scent. It was certainly a sight to see, but it was best to return to his own work. Whenever this passed you’d certainly be startled.
♥♥♥♥♥
When Seonghwa asked you to follow him you were already nervous, but you kept yourself together. Then he started talking about some errand and you were trying to listen but your head was spinning. You noticed the world around you was starting to fade and you feared passing out. The last place you should do that is in your boss’ office. Yet you couldn’t do anything about it and your world became black. You thought you’d wake up in a hospital, but instead you were in the same place. Your vision slowly faded in, and it took a moment for your senses to recover. You heard some typing, and soon realized you were sitting in your bosses’ office. Then you felt something on you, seeing you had Seonghwa’s jacket on. You quickly jumped to your feet, dropping the jacket.
The two others had been working nonchalantly this whole time, but when you suddenly came to life their attention shifted to you. They both offered you a smile, but you were already bowing and apologizing for your behavior. You were still processing exactly what had happened, but before they could say anything you ran out of the office, going to the restroom to clean your shirt again. You felt so embarrassed your face was surely burning. Now that you had time to think you understood what had happened. Seonghwa’s scent had gotten to you and you completely blacked out. The last thing you remembered was standing and listening to Seonghwa, then you were on the sofa with his jacket on. You had no idea how you could face them again, and honestly you didn’t think you could.
Then you grew still. If you had done anything pathetic in that time, maybe they wouldn’t tell you to save your dignity, but not knowing was driving you crazy too. You couldn’t even bring yourself to ask either. You fell to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. No matter how you looked at it, you knew you couldn’t keep doing this. It would likely only get worse, and there was no guarantee that a stronger suppressant would help. You took a moment to really think things over, but by the end of the day you had made up your mind. It was gonna suck, and you’d be in a tight spot for a while, but it was better than staying in your current situation. So the next morning you walked into your bosses’ office and set down your resignation letter on either of their desks.
“What is this?” Hongjoong asked.
“Thank you for everything, I-”
“No.”
“Hm?”
“I’m not accepting this resignation. Not without a valid reason.”
“I… I’m switching careers so-”
“Bullshit.” Seonghwa snapped. “I want a real reason.”
“…”
“Now.”
“I… I… my suppressants aren’t working…” You admitted. “I’ve been taking them but still… your scents… I’ve gone to a doctor to increase the dosage… but I don’t think that will help… so it’s best I leave before things get worse…”
“If you’re on suppressants but still picking up our scents, you know what that means, right?”
“Ah… I’ve heard, but that’s ridiculous.”
“How come?”
“I… you both are incredibly powerful alphas… and high class… any omega would likely be affected… it’s only natural really… so I recommend a beta secretary in the future… I’ll be going now, thank you again for everything.”
You bowed and tried to leave but as you got to the door Seonghwa placed a hand over it, keeping you from opening it. You immediately took a step back, meeting his gaze for a moment before averting your eyes.
“What’s so wrong about us? We’re clearly your mates.”
“… no… no, something is just wrong with me… I’m sorry…”
“You don’t need to apologize.” Hongjoong remarked, approaching from behind you. “I understand we’re scary all on our own but you don’t need to be afraid.”
“… please just let me go… I won’t bother you over this…”
“We’ve known about our special relationship for a while now.” Seonghwa added. “We just didn’t say anything cause we didn’t think you’d believe it, but we’re all on the same page now. No need to hide it anymore.”
“… that… that’s not true… it’s not possible…”
“It’s very true, and I don’t appreciate this mentality from you. I thought an omega would be overjoyed to find her mates.”
“I… I need… to think… I…”
“What is there to think about?”
“I…”
There was another door, you should have tried it instead of standing around since Hongjoong was now blocking your way. The two had you trapped in their office right now. You really just wanted a moment to yourself, to clear your head and process, but they didn’t seem to have any intentions of letting you leave. This all felt more like a bad dream than anything else. They weren’t listening to your little please and you weren’t sure what they wanted with you right now. It was the middle of the work day, but that didn’t seem to bother them at all. Hongjoong suddenly pulled you close, and you knew why. You tried to pull yourself free, but he was a lot stronger than you.
“Maybe we should talk this out somewhere else. A conversation like this is rather… intimate.”
“… no… no I’m fine…”
“I can tell otherwise. Shall we?”
Before you knew you were being led out of the office. You stumbled in your steps as you walked with them. Seonghwa grabbed your things and next thing you knew you were in the elevator with the two. The last thing you needed was to be in an enclosed space with them. Things started to blur, and you struggled a bit to stay on your feet. Their scent seemed stronger, like they were trying to mess with you on purpose. It only got worse though. When the elevator doors opened you found yourself in the parking garage. You half expected a vehicle to pull up, but instead you were brought over to their car. Hongjoong handed you over to Seonghwa, the two of you getting in the back seat. You tried to fight back, to get free and run, but you were easily shoved inside the car.
When Seonghwa reached over to put your seatbelt on you his scent made you feel so dizzy. Now that you were so close, you were really starting to pick up on his scent and you couldn’t deny how nice it was. His scent reminded you of a cozy fire in the winter and it made you feel so warm. Your vision got blurry, you couldn’t focus clearly and you had no idea where you were going. Time didn’t have much meaning, so you had no idea how long you had been on the road before the car came to a stop. Seonghwa helped you out and you nearly fell to the floor, but he kept you on your feet. You noticed a big house before you, and from what you could see of your surroundings, trying to run now would get you nowhere. You were helped inside, and when the door closed you felt nervous.
“… what… where am I…?”
“Home.” Hongjoong stated. “Welcome.”
“… home…? This isn’t…”
“We’re here to talk after all.”
Before you knew it Seonghwa had you sit on a couch, placing his coat on your shoulders. You tried to take it off but he took your hands in his.
“How long have you known we’re your mates?”
“… you’re not…”
“There’s no need to deny it.” Hongjoong sat at your other side. “I guess you feel unworthy of us. Why is that?”
“It just… it doesn’t make sense…”
“You were bound to find your mate eventually, so what’s the problem?”
“… both of you… there’s no way you’re my mates…”
“You keep saying that, but the proof is right in front of you.” Seonghwa remarked. “Your body knows the truth, so your mind just needs to catch up.”
Before you could refute his words Seonghwa had his lips pressed against yours. His kiss was deep and needy, catching you completely off guard. You didn’t lean into it, but it was certainly affecting you. When he pulled back you felt a bit disoriented, falling back into Hongjoong’s arms. Now his scent was getting all over you. The calm scent of the sea soothing your racing heart. At this point it was hard not to think that perhaps you were overreacting to this whole thing. The goal was ultimately to find a mate, you just so happen to have two. Maybe it was just the fact you never imagined this was how it would all go down that made you so reluctant. Without really meaning to you let out a content whine, snuggling up to Hongjoong.
“There we go, you’re finally listening to your body.”
“… wait…!”
Those words snapped you out of it, realizing you were starting to slip. Even if you were starting to accept this, it wouldn’t be good to just dive in head first. When you tried to move away Seonghwa crawled forward, pinning you between the two. You placed your hands on his chest, but he had no intention of moving. Not to mention Hongjoong now had his arms around your waist.
“We’ve been waiting a long time for this, I’d rather not wait anymore.”
Seonghwa silenced you with another deep kiss, his touch and scent making you dizzy. Being trapped between the two like this, it was practically over for you and you knew it. Even if you thought to resist, to still go over things logically, your resolve was waning. You eventually kissed back, your own actions slowly turning to desperation. It was in your nature to submit, and if you were no longer able to fight then you’d fall in completely. Seonghwa responded in kind, taking your head in his hands and kissing you until you were both out of breath. When he pulled away you were panting, already out of it.
“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”
Hongjoong properly carried you in his arms bridal style, taking you upstairs to what you assumed was their bedroom. You were playfully tossed onto the giant bed, and you were vaguely aware that it was bigger than a king size. Seonghwa was already getting out of his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, climbing on the bed and getting on top of you. He dove in for another kiss, his lips then trailing down to give attention to all of you. By then your clothes were starting to bother you, but you were struggling to get them off. The others noticed, finding you pathetic and cute and helping you out. For the moment you were left in your bra and panties, Hongjoong admiring you with a predatory gaze.
“You’re quite lovely, aren’t you?”
“…”
“Don’t be shy, we’re going to take very good care of you.”
Seonghwa was all over you, just as naked as you, peppering every inch of your flesh with needy kisses. You felt a heat underneath your skin, and every little kiss was a moment of relief. There was no thought of resistance left, so you let the two do as they pleased. Hands explored your body, eventually getting rid of the last bits of clothing you had on you. This was a first for you, and your reactions revealed that to them. It seemed to excite them more, knowing they were going to be your first everything and break you in. At first Hongjoong merely watched as Seonghwa ravished you, enjoying the show. His lover getting to indulge with such a submissive pet. When it was just the two of them they had their own fun, but this was new to them too.
You were so squirmy and loud, not leaving much to the imagination. Your own scent was letting them know that you were enjoying yourself. At this point you were completely at their mercy and would do anything for their affection. There wasn’t any hesitation or shyness left, just an instinctual need to please the alphas before you. Although you did get a bit nervous when Seonghwa pushed your legs apart. You tried to close them instinctively but Seonghwa growled, telling you to be good. You nodded slowly, letting your body relax under his touch. Soon his lips were on your skin again, distracting you as a hand traveled between your legs. His warm fingers rubbed against your folds, circling around your clit. You felt your bundle of nerves heating up down there, and then Seonghwa took the next step.
You wrapped your arms around Seonghwa as you felt him push a finger inside you. It was a welcomed intrusion, something you had never been bold enough to do on your own. There was some initial discomfort, clearly lacking any experience, but Seonghwa seemed to know what he was doing. He was gentle in his exploration, giving you a heads up before adding another digit. Your mouth hung open as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling an oddly nice sensation. Then it only got better as Seonghwa found your sweet spot, aiming for it every time. You were such a whining mess beneath Seonghwa, letting him have fun control. When he added another finger you got a bit tense. Hongjoong told you to relax, placing upside down kisses on your face. He smelled so sweet, making you melt into his touch. It was probably both their pheromones mixing and getting to you that were making you so obedient, but you didn’t care.
Once Seonghwa felt he had done enough prep he got you to look at him through foggy vision. He asked if you were ready to take him and you nodded eagerly. His fingers felt amazing, so you could only drool at the thought of what his length actually felt like. He praised your eagerness, and moments later you felt something much bigger rubbing against your folds. Seonghwa said you looked so beautiful under him, and you were about to become even more gorgeous. He was slow and gentle with you, hands on your hips and guiding himself inside. Your mouth hung open, feeling that strength and gripping the sheets tightly. Hongjoong laughed at the scene, whispering in your ear how you were being such a good girl. He took one of your hands in his own, letting you squeeze it tight as Seonghwa spread you open.
“Such a good omega, taking your alpha so well.”
“Hm.”
You couldn’t believe how big Seonghwa was, getting him all up inside you. He stayed still for a moment, letting you feel everything. Then Hongjoong decided to tease, reaching between your legs and playing with your clit. Reflexively you began squeezing Seonghwa, pretty moans falling from his mouth. Hongjoong enjoyed this very much, encouraging Seonghwa to move and make you feel even better. To him it felt like you didn’t want to let go, but it was motivation to give in. He tried to keep his composure, but you felt so good his grip on your hips got tighter and he gave into his own animalistic instincts.
You cried out Seonghwa’s name, reaching for him. He intertwined his fingers with yours, your tight grip making him smile. Hongjoong was still watching it all with glee, but he wasn’t going to be left out. He pulled your hands away from Seonghwa, lifting you up and letting you rest between his legs. Your back was on his chest, and Hongjoong’s hands reached up to massage your breasts. His touch was a nice addition, and after a moment one of his hands went between your legs once more. You whined and tried to get him to stop, not wanting the overstimulation, but Hongjoong’s growl in your ear made you freeze up. A small little reminder that you were currently their play thing and at their mercy. So it wasn’t long before you felt a strong heat between your legs, something inside tightening and needing release.
Hongjoong held you tightly as you reached climax, loving the sensation of your desperate squirming. You were panting and shaking, Seonghwa still moving to drag this out of you, loving how tight you got. Afterwards you were still trembling and extra sensitive, but Seonghwa didn’t let up as he was chasing his own high. You were whimpering, practically on the verge of tears as you were being used like a toy. Any attempt at words just came out inaudible, and when Hongjoong started peppering you with kisses it just felt so nice. Seonghwa’s hot breath was right in your face too, his pretty face looking ethereal. You wanted to kiss him, and he noticed, pressing his lips to yours as he reached climax, his moans basically for you. Although after a moment Hongjoong pulled him away, stealing a kiss from him too.
“What a good boy.” Hongjoong praised. “You like your omega?”
“Hm.”
“Then let me have a taste now.”
“… wanna… wanna…”
“I know, but it’s my turn now, isn’t it? Be a good boy.”
Hongjoong pet Seonghwa’s head softly, getting him to move away from you. Even with something warm and sticky between your legs, when Seonghwa was gone you felt a bit cold, but it hurt to close your legs. Hongjoong was still praising Seonghwa, the two switching places. You were now resting in Seonghwa’s arms as he placed lazy kisses on your face and neck. He nibbled gently, latching onto certain areas and leaving his mark.
“You two are so lovely.” Hongjoong commented. “Now let me see what my pretty Hwa did to our omega.”
Hongjoong dipped his fingers into the mess between your legs, making you whine. You were still aching, but he didn’t care. He praised you for how well you had done, and that this was only the beginning. He worked you over with his fingers, making sure you were ready for round two. While he did that Seonghwa’s hands were caressing your body, pinching and teasing to get a reaction out of you. By then you had a bit of a glow on your skin, barely able to catch your breath. Then you felt Hongjoong move his fingers away, knowing what came next. Seonghwa grabbed your arms, making sure you didn’t get in the way. You were still overstimulated and aching, but you didn’t get to refuse the other alpha now.
Hongjoong’s hands ghosted over your body before latching onto your hips, digging into the bruises Seonghwa had surely left. He praised you for doing so well, and then you felt something new between your folds. You desperately grabbed Seonghwa as you felt Hongjoong stretching you open. It sounded so filthy as you felt him pushing into you, mixing into the mess you already had down there. He certainly kept it slow and rocked your body at a gentle pace. You didn’t know if this was better or worse than Seonghwa’s animalistic nature. Still, you gave in and let yourself feel everything, moaning and melting into the sensations overwhelming you. Your vision was already a blur but you were having a good time, and you certainly felt safe. Although this time around there was this ache with the heat. You were already pushed to your third orgasm with no real break in between them.
They likely knew, but that wasn’t gonna make them go easy on you. Instead Hongjoong pushed you over the edge. Tears slid down your cheeks, so overwhelmed and unable to rest. It burned in a good way though, and you just held on for the ride. You wanted to grab Hongjoong, to hold him close, but Seonghwa denied you, wanting to feel your body tremble in his embrace. Of course Hongjoong kept going until he achieved his own high, using you as nothing more than a means to an end. Although he stayed put afterwards, resting his head against your chest. Praise spilled from his mouth, something you could barely pick up on. Then you felt something else. Hongjoong had remained inside, not moving, but something was happening. Even in your hazy mind you understood what was happening, immediately squirming.
“Easy, easy now, be a good omega and take what you’re given.” Hongjoong pet your head softly. “Don’t you want pups?”
“… I…”
“Sh, you’re in good hands and you know it.”
You weren’t sure what the answer to that question was, but your body gave a response on its own. Seonghwa started to whine and complain too, having wanted to knot you first, but Hongjoong reminded him the night was far from over. He was right about that. It hurt so good to tease you with the knot, really feeling like you were going to break, but unable to do anything but bare it. When it came to this, you were both at the mercy of your instincts. Once Hongjoong calmed down Seonghwa insisted on getting his turn. He shoved the other away from you, peppering your burning skin with kisses. Before you knew it he was inside you again, that animalistic nature taking over.
From there things just became such a blur. Your vision would fade in and out, these rolling waves of glee constantly washing over you. This whole scenario was a first for you, and you were absolutely putty in their hands. You couldn’t tell how many orgasms you had, after the third everything blended together. It was more like you were stuck in a constant state of bliss. Not to mention they both desperately wanted to knot you, but Seonghwa was certainly more eager than his partner. You don’t know when things finally settled down, but you were too exhausted to keep your eyes open. You were barely conscious, feeling the aches in your body and knowing you’d feel it way more tomorrow.
Seonghwa took it upon himself to clean you up a bit before snuggling against you. A hand rested over your stomach, drawing lazy circles. There was no way you weren’t pregnant now, but if by some miracle that was the case, he didn’t mind breeding you again. You were fast asleep now, likely won’t be waking any time soon. Seonghwa was already planning what to do next. A warm bubble bath, dressing you in the softest clothes. There was no way he’d let you leave his sight now. He wasn’t even sure he wanted you as his secretary anymore. Your desk was far from him, and others would see you. He’d have to talk with Hongjoong about this, and also call a doctor to come examine you later.
“Seonghwa.”
“Hm?”
“Are you happy with our omega?”
“Of course. She’ll be a good mommy.”
“And what about you?”
“Hm?”
“Don’t you think you’ll be a good mommy too?”
“Of course.”
“I’m glad you agree.”
Hongjoong pulled Seonghwa away from you, getting on top of him and pinning him down. He was quick to press their lips together, savoring the taste. Soon his lips trailed down, a gentle and loving bite placed on Seonghwa’s shoulder. The boy hissed, surprised but not at all upset. It was rather cute.
“I see you still have energy.”
“Benefits of being an enigma. I have more power than you, and it’s doing wonders for me. Now it’s time to reap what I sowed.”
“Huh?”
“I said I wanted pups, Seonghwa.” Hongjoong reminded. “I wasn’t gonna stop at us breeding our new omega.”
“You’re not-”
“It’s your turn to be bred.”
“Hongjoong-”
Seonghwa tried to get the other one off. This was something to talk about, and not just spontaneously decided. Besides, Seonghwa wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. Although when he tried to get free Hongjoong growled and pinned his arms above his head with one hand.
“… hongjoong… are you being serious right now?”
“I’ve been waiting patiently. Do you think those long doctor visits were just routine? I’ve already been assured you’re ready to carry my pups.”
“You…” Seonghwa chuckled, glancing over at you. “Then what was the point of us getting an omega?”
“A gift. I didn’t want you to be all by yourself, so I figured we’d get an omega to keep you company.”
“And breeding her?”
“You’re still an alpha too, love. I know you have your own desire to breed, and this way we’re both satisfied. I even had them check our omega, she’s very healthy and fertile, as are you.” Hongjoong kissed Seonghwa deeply until they were both out of breath. “Perhaps I’m a little jealous that you get to be mommy and daddy.”
“Lucky me.”
“Now be my good little alpha and let me knot you.”
“Go on. Show me what you’ve been holding back.”
“You have no idea. We’re gonna have such lovely pups all together.”
Pairing: Boyfriend!Matz x Stressed!Uni student!Reader
Warnings: MDNI (18+) — Stressed reader, sleep deprived reader, university exam season, crying, eating, fluff and smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving, m receiving, f giving), vaginal sex, spit-roast, threesome smut, slight power dynamic, soft dom!Hongjoong, switch!Seonghwa, lots of praise
Author’s Note: Giving you guys this update early as compensation for not posting anything on Tuesday—First time writing smut, so let me know what you guys think! UYT chapter 3 still on track to be updated tomorrow <3
WC: 5.1k
School sucks. You’re a great student, one of the best performing in your major, and, according to your boyfriends, the hardest working person they’ve ever seen. You’re positive they’re just gassing you up because they love you, but you’re happy that your work is at least recognized. But it’s getting towards the end of the semester, meaning the whole University is filled with students working overtime. Exams are just around the corner, major essays and projects are being finalized and the party hubs of the city have died down as students rush to get their grades up enough to pass. You’re doing well in your classes, of course, but the end of the semester is always a rough time.
You’ve been working non-stop for the last few weeks, studying for your exams and trying desperately to finish your thesis paper for one of your classes. You lost count of how many hours you’ve worked in the library over the last few days, staying until they close around midnight and going home just to keep working. And while you’ve been able to handle the stress and exhaustion, today it all seemed to come to a head.
You haven’t slept more than a total of 10 hours the last four days, and you haven’t eaten nearly enough to sustain yourself. But honestly, the hormones from the stress were enough to suppress your hunger, so you didn’t pay it much attention. You’re exhausted, honestly, yearning to lay down in bed or even just curl up and sleep on the floor of the library, desperate for rest. But you don’t have time. You huff, slamming your laptop shut, earning a few glances from the other students working the library. You don’t dare look at them, stuffing your laptop in your bag with a sigh. You snatch it up and turn to leave, completely silent as you drive yourself to your apartment.
You fumble with your keys lazily as you try to open the door, finally sighing as it squeaks open. You slip into the apartment, taking off your shoes at the door and heading to the bedroom you share with your two boyfriends. Seonghwa, hearing you, turns around with a warm smile to greet you.
”Hey darling, welcome home. We missed you.”
You look up at him, but the second you see his warm expression, you feel your throat tighten, so you quickly look away. “Ah, yeah, I missed you guys too.” You clear your throat. “I have to work on my paper, so I’m gonna go work for a bit.” You don’t wait for him to respond to walk away to the solace of your bedroom.
Seonghwa walks with his mouth slightly agape as you turn your back to him, not able to say anything. Almost immediately after he gathers his thoughts, he rushes over to the living room, where Hongjoong is splayed out on the couch working on a song. He gently tap his shoulder, and Hongjoong removes one side of the headphones to hear.
”Joongie… I think something’s wrong with our Y/N.” He says worriedly, and Hongjoong snaps his eyes up from the screen to look at him.
“What? What’s wrong?”
Seonghwa runs his hand through his hair, clearly worried. “She came in so quiet, and her face seemed so tired… she hardly acknowledged me when she walked in.”
Hongjoong’s expression grows thoughtful, his eyebrows scrunching slightly. Your recent stress hasn’t gone unnoticed by your two boyfriends for the last few weeks. They’ve watched your eyes grow more and more tired every passing day, and while they’ve tried their best to bring you little snacks or cheer you up with little kisses to your temple when you’ve been working for a while, they’ve mostly let you to your work, not wanting to disturb you. But for Seonghwa to be this concerned now… Hongjoong trusts his boyfriend in thinking that something’s wrong. “Okay… why don’t you go talk to her, hm? I don’t want to overwhelm her with both of us, but I want to check on her.”
Seonghwa hesitantly nods, and Hongjoong presses a comforting kiss to his forehead before letting him go visit you.
You hardly register the knock at the door until it creaks open, and you freeze up, looking over at him with wide, guilty eyes. There are tears streaming down your face, your nose running and your sleeves wet from wiping your eyes. Seeing him, with his beautiful, elegant face twisted in concern taking in the sight of you, you only feel worse. You turn away, desperately attempting to dry your tears as he approaches. You hiccup helplessly as he turns the office chair around so you’re facing him, optnig to hide your face in your hands.
Seonghwa steps closer so he’s standing between your legs, gently pulling you into him. You let your face, still covered by your hands, lean into his stomach, feeling one hand resting protectively on your back while the other rests on the back of your head, his thumb rubbing comforting cicely into your hair. Almost immediately, you let go to wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face deeper into his tummy and sobbing against his hoodie.
Seonghwa feels himself tear up at the sound, his voice softly shushing you while he cradles your head against his body. He doesn’t move, holding you just like that, not planning to ever let you go.
Hongjoong, hearing the gut-wrenching sound from the other room, sneaks into the room, standing behind Seonghwa and rubbing his back. The taller man is blinking back tears, his hands holding you close to him as you let out pitiful sobs of frustration and exhaustion, sounds he’s never heard from you in the two years you all had been dating. Hongjoong, too, feels his throat tighten, distracting himself by silently comforting Seonghwa in the meantime. The three of you remain like until the sound of sobs dies down to sniffles, and Hongjoong moves to kneel next to your chair. He places a hand on your thigh, gently rubbing there.
”Hey, beautiful.” He whispers softly, gently easing your hands down for you to look at him. You do, your swollen eyes meeting his. “Hey… there she is…” His voice is soft and quiet, almost as if he’s talking to a kitten. You're grateful for it, the sound not overwhelming your mind.
You snuffle, leaning into his hand when he moves to cup your cheek. “I-I’m sorry…” you squeak out, and he immediately shakes his head, shushing you.
“No, no ‘sorry’. I can speak for both of us when I say that Seonghwa and I want you to be happy. But part of that means taking care of you when you’re sad, hm?” He just watches you for a moment, gently holding your face in his hands as he kneels in front of you. “…What’s the matter babydoll?”
You close your eyes and try to clear your blurry eyes, opening them again to look down at his loving face. “I… I just got frustrated.” You explain, your voice wobbling pitifully. “I’m so tired, and I have so much to do. But I feel stuck on this stupid paper, and I have to finish it, and…” You trail off, your throat burning as tears slip silently down your delicate cheeks and onto Hongjoong’s delicate hands.
Hongjoong nods, gently wiping the little drops of water away with his thumb, not breaking his gaze. “It’s okay, we’ve got you now. We’re going to go take a break, baby.”
You open your mouth to refuse, but Seonghwa shushes you before you can say anything. “No, no, he’s right Y/N. You need to eat and take a break, or you wont be able to get anything done anyways.” He pauses. “My mom always used to tell me that productivity is subjective. Sometimes, the most productive thing you can do is take a break, eat some good food, and get some sleep. Right now, that’s exactly what would be most productive to you, understand?” His voice is gentle but firm, and his tone gives you no choice but to tentatively agree.
Hongjoong smiles proudly up at Seonghwa, dropping his hands from your face and standing up, offering his hand to you. You take it, letting him pull you up. You sigh longingly as Hongjoong closes your laptop shut, and Seonghwa places a guiding hand on your back as he walks you three to the living room.
While it pains you to step away from your work, you immediately feel relieved as Seonghwa pulls you with him onto the couch, instinctively finding your position on his chest as he lay down with his head resting on the cushy armrest. His hand tangles in your hair, the other rubbing your back up and down in slow, repetitive motions. The steady thumping of heart under your cheek is enough to make you come undone, and your shoulders relax.
Smiling fondly at the sight, Hongjoong sits next to your tangled bodies, opening his phone. “We’re ordering in tonight. What are you feeling, pretty girl?”
The corners of your lips twitch up, though you don’t bother to open your blissfully closed eyes. “Pasta?” You respond, the thought of noodles making your mouth water.
Hongjoong laughs and pats your butt affectionately, ordering you guys a few of your favorite pasta dishes to share.
In the meantime, Seonghwa struggles with the remote, trying to put on a cute animated movie to cheer you up. Finally figuring out what buttons to press, he finds a selection of studio ghibli movies and let you take your pick. Hongjoong calls in to order the food while the two of your start the movie, and as soon as he’s done, he walks back over to the couch. You turn around so you’re laying on your back against Seonghwa’s chest, his arms wrapping around your waist while you reach your arms out to Hongjoong. He smiles brightly before climbing into your arms, laying with his head resting on the soft pillows on your chest and his arms joining Seonghwa’s around your waist. Content to be between both of them, you sigh.
It’s the best you’ve felt in weeks. Seonghwa’s chest rising and falling steadily against your back, Hongjoong snuggled up close to you, letting you tangle your fingers in his hair, the soft strings of the ghibli movie—it was perfect. When you drift off, hands resting limp and calm against Hongjoong’s back and hair and head resting comfortably back against Seonghwa’s happily beating heart… your boys can’t help but feel the same.
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You awake groggily at the sudden loss of the comfortable weight on your chest, grumbling at the cold air hitting your front. You open your eyes, Seonghwa giggling lovingly at your state from behind you and Hongjoong nowhere to be seen. You pout, looking around.
”He’s getting our food.” Seonghwa explains softly, his voice hardly above a whisper. You nod, not bothering to move as you hear Hongjoong open the front door and thank the delivery person. He returns with a slight grin, holding up the bag of food victoriously.
You smile, sitting up and moving to get up off the couch. Seonghwa clicks his tongue in dissatisfaction, pulling you back to stay. “Where do you think you’re going?”
You giggle, wriggling weakly in his grasp. “To the table? To go eat dinner?” You respond, your voice already containing more of it’s usual happiness.
Hongjoong laughs and shakes his head, his eyes making pretty crescents. “No, silly, we’re gonna eat in the living room today. It’s treat.”
You gasp, turning to look at Seonghwa. Usually, he’s the one scolding you and Hongjoong about your cleaning and organizational habits, always keeping you both in check. So for him to be letting you eat in the living room…
Seonghwa rolls his eyes, but his grin never leaves his face as he gently lest go and helps Hongjoong unpack the food onto the coffee table. You gasp excitedly, sitting crisscrossed on the floor in front of the couch. Seonghwa ruffles your hair before going to making the three of you bowls of pasta.
The food is delicious, of course. You hum with satisfaction, not remembering the last time you ate a proper meal. Sure, pasta isn’t the healthiest meal, but it sure does hit the spot after not eating anything but protein snacks and the random fruits your concerned boyfriends brought you every once and a while. They seem to notice, not taking their eyes off you as you go silent to eat, eagerly slurping up pasta. Proud to see you feeling better, they also find that the food is especially good—maybe just because you look so happy eating it.
You listen intently as Hongjoong talks about the songs he’s working on, never having felt so happy just to hear him ramble as you are now. Seonghwa is silent, too focused on his food, but he occasionally bumps your shoulders with his legs, still sitting on the couch as you sit on the floor between his legs. It’s been so long since you’ve all gotten to just sit and eat together, between the weird schedule of your classes and studying for finals, Hongjoong’s production, and both of the boys' dance practices. Looking at Hongjoong’s happy face and gently rubbing Seonghwas calf as it cages protectively around your form, you feel yourself tearing up.
”I missed you guys.” You whisper in a beat of silence, taking another bite of pasta to counteract the sentimental tears forming. Hongjoong looks up at you, giving you a delicate smile. Seonghwa sets his bowl down, gently massaging your shoulders as he, also, tries not to cry, not wanting to make you upset.
”We missed you too, babydoll.” Hongjoong replies, and Seonghwa squeezes your shoulder as well in emphasis. He looks thoughtful for a moment, before clearing his throat and setting his bowl down. “Y/N?”
You look up, swallowing your big bite of pasta before responding. “Hm?”
Hongjoong laughs softly, before shaking his head and scooting closer to you, gently taking your hand and holding it in his lap. “Hwa and I love you so much. We never ever want to see you so stressed, yeah? We understand that you have a lot to do—we’re in a similar position a lot of the time. But… just like how you make sure to take care of us when we’re feeling overwhelmed, we want to take care of you too.”
You blink, taken off guard by his sudden seriousness. Senoghwa gently reaches around to tuck your hair back behind your ear. “He’s right. It’s okay to get frustrated, stressed, tired… even just sad. But it’s not okay to completely isolate yourself from everyone around you and push yourself past what your body and mind can handle.” He adds, gently combing through your hair with his fingers. He’s right, you realize. Unknowingly, you had been avoiding your friends and even your two beloved boyfriends, hiding in the library to avoid coming home and staying cooped up in your bedroom at every opportunity under the pretense of discipline. Seonghwa’s words from earlier echo in your mind. Productivity is subjective… Sometimes, the most productive thing you can do is take a break…
You nod slowly, setting your own bowl down. “Yeah… you guys are right,” you admit with a slight look of guilt. “I’ve probably been stressing myself out more than necessary because I’ve been getting so frustrated.” You explain, earning a nod from Hongjoong. You continue. “And… I promise from now on, I’ll rely a little more on you guys. I’m sorry for worrying you.” You meet Hongjoong’s eyes and gently squeeze Seonghwa’s calf, and they coo.
”Such a sweet thing…” Seonghwa praises, squishing your cheek even from his odd position behind you. You blush, suddenly shy, and Hongjoong laughs, lightly hitting Seonghwa’s thigh. The three of you go quiet for a minute, the air lighter.
Interrupting the silence, Hongjoong clears his throat, looking up at you. “Y/N?”
You nod, giggling at his tone. “What? You’ve said my name like that twice already, it’s so cute~”
Hongjoong scoffs and nearly argues, but his blush creeps up his face before he can rebut. He shakes his head. “I’m being serious here!”
You and Seonghwa laugh, but you quickly shake your head and squeeze his shoulder. “Sorry, sorry. Go ahead, honey.”
He blushes at the nickname, his personal favorite from you, and clears his throat again. “Well, Hwa and I were talking while you napped, and we wanted to ask if you’d like to let us take care of your stress for you tonight? You know, help you relax a bit..?”
You smile, shaking your head innocently. “No, I’m sorry. There’s not really much you guys can do, my paper is built off of research I’ve been doing all semester. I appreciate the offer, of course, but I should really just write it on my own.”
Hongjoong blinks. He’s known you for a long time, but he will never not be astounded by how your sweet, dense brain works. He laughs in shock. “Hah… geez, Y/N… for somebody so smart, you sure are slow.” He says, and Seonghwa coughs back a laugh before pretending to scold him. You tilt your head.
”Uh… sorry?”
Hongjoong shakes your head, and Seonghwa moves to sit on the floor with you guys, feeling awkward not being able to see your face.
“No, not like that my dear.” He explains. He gently takes your hand and presses it to his lips. “We want to take you to bed, our love. It’s been a while since we could take care of you, hm?”
Your face heats up immediately. Seonghwa has always been the best of you three at initiating this kind of intimate affection, so it shouldn’t come at any surprise. But even after sleeping with your boyfriends hundreds of times… they only get sexier You subconsciously press your thighs together.
Seonghwa just chuckles at your cute reaction, standing up and grabbing the trash from your dinner. “Think it over while I clean dinner up, hm?”
You watch with your mouth slightly agape as he takes the trash to the bin in the kitchen, stunned silent. You turn to look at Hongjoong, who tucks your hair back affectionately.
”Kiss me?” You whisper suddenly, looking up at him shyly through your eyelashes.
Hongjoong smiles softly at your request, cupping your jaw and tilting your head up so he can access your lips. He kisses you softly, his plush lips molding naturally against yours. He turns his head to the side after just a moment, gently licking at your bottom lip, and you part your lips to grant him access. He eagerly intrudes your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours. His hand slowly comes up to rest on your waist, his thumb slipping under the hem of your shirt and rubbing easy circles over the smooth, delicate skin there. You hum into his mouth and rest your hands on his shoulders for support, desperate to taste more. It’s been a long time, you realize, since you’ve done anything like this with your boyfriends. You’ve missed it.
Seonghwa returns, raising an eyebrow at the sight and sitting on the side of the couch, opting to just watch for a little while. He knows he’ll get his turn.
Sure enough, Hongjoong pulls away just for a moment at seeing Seonghwa sit down, leaving you whining. He clicks his tongue.
”Tsk tsk… patience babydoll. Lie down on the couch for me, hm?”
You nod and quickly position yourself comfortably on the couch, happy when Hongjoong climbs over top of you and continues kissing you. To your dismay, he refuses giving you entrance back into his mouth, instead moving to press slow, open mouthed kisses down your jaw. You breathe heavier at the sensation, letting out shameless little gasps and whimpers when he nips sensitive parts of your neck. Almost too swift to notice, Hongjoong slides his hands up under your shirt, pulling it up over your head in one smooth motion before crawling downward to kiss your collarbone, lingering around the straps of your bra. Just before you feel yourself growing impatient, he unclips the fabric barrier as if reading your thoughts, gently sliding it down your shoulders to reveal your soft breasts.
He exhales in wonder at the beautiful sight, reaching one hand up to gently palm at the flesh there. “God, baby… how could I have ever forgotten how much I missed these pretty things, hm?”
You blush shyly at his praises, his tone of voice one that always gets you in a space ready and wanting to please. You arch your back impatiently, the cold air leaving you desperate for their touch. Hongjoong smiles, letting you get away with it for now and leaning down to gently take the soft flesh of your breast into his mouth.
You gasp slightly as his tongue caresses the bud of your breast, comforted with the feeling of his mouth tenderly kissing the plush skin there. You pet his hair in return, and Seonghwa reaches a hand up to rub Hongjoongs back encouragingly, fond of watching his lovers feeling good.
After a few minutes of getting you slowly more and more needy from Hongjoongs touches, Seonghwa finally moves to tug at the waist of your pants, easing them down your thighs and folding them neatly on the other side of the couch. He repositions himself to be propped on his elbows between your thighs, and you shiver when you recognize the position. His breath brushes against the heat between your thighs as he leans forward, turning his head to suck at the skin of you plush thighs. He gently kneads the soft flesh under his hands, slowly easing your thighs further apart as he inches up closer to where you need him. You roll your hips forward, desperate.
Seonghwa smiles, finally leaning forward and licking a fat stripe from your leaking entrance up to your clit, stopping there to suck on the bundle of nerves there. You gasp at the sudden stimulation, arching your back into his tongue and earning a delicious hum from him. “God, you taste so good…” Seonghwa moans into your dripping folds. He rolls his tongue expertly over the now erect bud while Hongjoong switches to sucking small marks into your collarbone, the combination sending you reeling.
When Seonghwa suddenly slides two fingers inside of you, you finally let out a full moan, earning a smile from both men. Hwa’s fingertips brush against the perfect spot inside, and combined with his tongue messily lapping up your juices and Hongjoongs attention back on your breasts, you nearly cum on the spot.
Hongjoong places a hand on Seonghwa’s head, signaling for him to stop.
You pant as you come down from the edge. “I want more,” you manage to get out in between breaths, looking up at Hongjoong.
He chuckles. “Such a needy little thing, hm?” You pout, and he giggles, finding you cute. “Bend over the side of the couch.” Seonghwa glances over at him with surprise at his suddenly domineering tone. Hongjoong just shrugs. “If our baby wants it so bad, then let’s give it to her. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how naughty our girl is, hm?”
Seonghwa glances over at you with concern, wanting to make sure it’s really what you want. He doesn’t have to worry for long, though, since you’re already scrambling to bend over with your elbows propped up on the armrest of the couch. He lets out a surprised laugh. “God, Joong. Maybe I did forget.”
Hongjoong smirks, his adoring eyes raking over your submissive position. “Seonghwa, tell me baby, do you want her pussy or her mouth? You get first pick today.”
The pretty man needs no time to decide. “Can I please get her pussy today, Joongie?”
Hongjoong nods and presses a sweet kiss to Seonghwa’s cheek. “Of course you can, love. Thank you for asking so nicely.”
While you can’t see them talking behind you in your current position, the way they talk to each other alone makes you blush. The three of you all love each other so much, there’s no doubt about it. And even when Hongjoong takes over a more dominant role, he’s never really mean, making sure his partners know that his priority is always taking care of them. You smile softly, in your thoughts, when you feel Seonghwa climb on the couch behind you.
You grip the arm of the couch in anticipation. Seonghwa presses the head of his dick against your folds, rubbing it along your clit and spreading your love juices around. You drop your head at the feeling, biting back a moan. When he finally slides in, though, you can’t help but groan out his name, pushing your hips back against him until he’s fully seated inside of you.
Hongjoong hums in satisfaction as he watches, reaching to rub comforting circles on the smooth skin of your back. “Deep breaths, baby. Does it feel good?”
You nod immediately, a little too eager. “Y-yes…” You hiss.
Hongjoong chuckles. “Good girl. Seonghwa, baby, don’t move until I tell you to.” Seonghwa groans but agrees nonetheless. Hongjoong walks around to the side of the couch where you’re facing, cupping your jaw. “Stick out your pretty tongue for me.”
You obey, parting your lips quickly and letting your tongue drop out for him, too far gone to be embarrassed about how much saliva you’re producing. He bites his lip, stroking his fully erect length in front of your face, giving you the most perfect view. When he finally rubs the bulbous head of his pretty cock against your tongue, you hum. He doesn’t do much more for a while, leaving both you and Seonghwa, who is essentially just being cockwarmed, impatient. But just before you lose your composure and ask hm outright to just fuck your throat, he finally slides his length into your mouth.
You eagerly wrap your lips around him, tightening them expertly and sliding your tongue over the underside of his pretty length, making him roll his eyes back.
“Hon- ah god… you’re so good, baby. So perfect-“ He pants, placing a hand on the back of your head and bottoming out in your throat. While he isn’t quite as long as Seonghwa, you’ve always thought that his dick fits perfectly in your mouth. Just enough to make you feel full without causing any painful gagging. You hum around him, and he finally breaks. “Oh god- Hwa, baby, move… I don’t know how long I can last…”
Seonghwa doesn’t have to be asked twice. Without warning, he starts thrusting in and out of you firmly, holding onto your waist for support. You gasp, not caring about volume anymore as he pounds into you, each thrust calculated and firm. Hongjoong can feel you rocking from Seonghwa’s relentless pace, and he lets out a low groan, holding tightly onto a fistful of your hair. “Babydoll, can I fuck your throat? P-please?”
You blink up at him expectantly in response, and he tilts his head back as he finally slides slowly in and out of your mouth.
Hongjoong slowly begins to fuck your mouth, savoring every inch as he watches your throat stretch around him. His hand remains steady on the back of your head, but he never pushes further than you can take—he knows your limits too well. Your eyes water slightly from the fullness, but the way both your boyfriends are moaning, praising you, touching you, has your arousal spiking all over again.
Behind you, Seonghwa is groaning softly under his breath, his thrusts now faster, deeper, his hips snapping into yours with growing desperation. “Fuck, you feel so good, love,” he pants, leaning forward to press kisses to your spine as he grinds into that sweet spot that makes your whole body shiver. His fingers tighten on your waist, and you can feel how close he is by the way his movements get a little sloppier.
“God, she’s dripping, Hwa,” Hongjoong murmurs with a breathless laugh, hips stuttering forward as you suck him harder, slurping around his cock like it’s the only thing you need. “Our baby’s soaking you.”
Seonghwa lets out a shaky whine, the sound sending heat straight to your core. “I—fuck, Joongie, I’m gonna—”
“Not yet,” Hongjoong growls through his teeth, voice tight with restraint. “Wait for her. Baby,” he coos down to you, pulling slowly out of your mouth with a wet pop. “Do you wanna cum?”
You nod frantically, voice hoarse with need. “P-please—I’m so close…”
“Then do it,” Seonghwa chokes out, slamming into you just right as he reaches around to rub quick circles on your clit. “Cum for us, baby. Let us feel you.”
It takes nothing more. Your orgasm crashes over you, thighs shaking as you scream out their names, walls clenching around Seonghwa’s cock in desperate pulses. He gasps, loud and broken, and finally lets go, spilling inside you with a deep, satisfied groan, hips grinding into you to ride it out. His head drops between your shoulder blades, breath hot and fast.
The sight of his two lovers feeling so good is enough for Hongjoong. He jerks himself off over your tongue, the pace of his fist desperate and sloppy. He jerks forward, trembling as he cums in front of you, thick spurts of release painting your tongue. You swallow up every drop on instinct, humming softly as he pants and wipes the corner of your lips with his thumb, utterly dazed.
For a long moment, all that fills the room is the sound of your shared, panting breaths. Seonghwa slowly pulls out, careful not to hurt you, and places a tender kiss to the curve of your lower back before helping you back onto the couch properly.
You collapse back onto Seonghwa chest, arms wide open for Hongjoong as he makes his way back around to the seat of the couch.
“Holy shit,” you mutter with a breathless laugh as Hongjoong climbs in next to the two of you, placing a loving hand on your thigh.
Hongjoong kisses your forehead, smiling contentedly. “We’ve really missed this.”
Seonghwa hums his agreement against your shoulder, holding you tighter.
You smile, eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion finally catches up with you. “Me too,” you whisper, yawning. Wrapped between your two lovers, bodies warm and sticky and pressed together, it’s hard not to feel sleepy.
The two men notice with fond expressions, glancing at each other.
Seonghwa kisss your cheek. “Alright, love, let’s go get you cleaned up. Something tells me it’s bedtime.”
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A/N — I haven’t posted porn links in a while, so I thought why not? AND AS I ALWAYS SAY, they may or may not work. My apologies if they don’t, I can’t fix it. Also I apologize, twt has been so dry lately.
Horny!yeosang who likes when you come home from a girls night out because of how needy you get.
Horny!yeosang who likes to fuck you in front of the mirror, simply to make you watch yourself.
Horny!yeosang who likes whenever you jerk him off at every stoplight.
Horny!yeosang who gets so pent up that he fucks you with the intent to get you pregnant.
Horny!yeosang who likes when you use your foot to tease him throughout the day.
Horny!yeosang who gets desperate to the point he begs to cum.
Horny!yeosang who fucks you to sleep after such a stressful day.
Horny!yeosang who likes to play with your tits while eating you out.
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1. soobin sent a video!
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4. hongjoong getting bored at the drive in
5. watching Minsung fuck as a punishment
6. Beomgyu finally let you peg him
7. bangchan said he can handle face riding
8. Mark needed to relax so he called you
9. San’s morning routine
10. wooyoung and his very skilled hands
11. Taehyun fucking you near a window hoping someone would see
12. you and Felix both wanted hyunjin and he wanted both of you
13. mingi fucking you on the dorm couch
14. jisung lost a dare and now JNJM get to have some fun
15. Seonghwa fuckin you in his bunny costume
16. Yeonjun and his breeding kink
17. kai having his way with you
18. renjun finally getting home after the concert
19. Changbin wanted to fuck you in car so he did that
Notes from coco:
hai guys i just wanna say that i’ve very appreciative of the 1,000 of you that are watching and waiting for links. I try to stay consistent, but i’m a college student and i didn’t have much time. NOW I DO so I’ll be consistent as possible. THANKS AGAIN LOVE YOU GUYSSSSS AND DONT ME SHY TO GIVE ME LINKS OR EVEN JUST TALK TO ME 🩶🩶🤍🤍💜💜💜
