𝐚/𝐧: okay so this has showed me that I want a bf and im lowkey a loser 💔 but I had to make one for my dada man 😍😍 and i also don’t know if the name thing in the last picture made sense but fuck it we ball. i hope yall enjoy this cuz I DID. (it’s lowkey…bad idk 🥲)
Summary: When you originally auditioned for KQ, you got rejected, and went back to Australia and your older brother to lick your wounds. For a couple of years you tried to forget your dream and be happy with the humble life you built, but there was always something in you that longed for the stage and the lights. One day you got the call, and left to live your dream. But maybe this dream shouldn't have been chased?
Warning/content labels: 9th member, bullying, sexual harassment/assault, alienation, xenophobia, suicide, regression trope, time travel, mentions of alcoholism, restrictive eating, extreme guilt and second chances, and grave formatting issues that I blame on Tumblr.
A/N: Thank you everyone for the super sweet birthday wishes, they made me so happy! Everyone say hi to my darling @gooddaykate whose hard work is keeping this story's momentum going! As always, let me know if you want to be tagged in rest of this, either by comment or ask. Enjoy!
Before You Go Masterlist
Chapter 13 Chapter 15
Mingi doesn’t leave until the early hours of the morning. He'd seemed reluctant about going back to his room for some reason, and you hadn't wanted to be alone.
You talk, you watch YouTube, you drink a lot of tea.
If someone was to ask you what you talk about, you wouldn't be able to tell them. The topic doesn’t matter. It’s not even about getting to know each other. Just two lonely people who don’t want the quiet to swallow them whole.
You're able to get a couple of hours of sleep before Minseok knocks on your door, ready to take you to breakfast. Thankfully, the upper floors where your group is staying have their own lounge and breakfast bar, which is blissfully empty seeing how late it is.
Yeosang and Seonghwa join you after a little while, both of them having slept in, but Mingi is nowhere to be seen. You can’t say you blame him; you’re going back to sleep as soon as breakfast is over.
Seonghwa's still fussing over you, and he doesn't look like he's gotten much sleep either. In fact, out of everyone at the table, Yeosang is the only one who seems to have caught more than three hours of sleep, and while he seems a bit confused about everyone’s appearance, he doesn't mention it.
You'd messaged Hongjoong after you'd gotten out of bed that you're okay with him telling the guys what had happened last night, and after he checked that you were sure three times, he said he’d handle it.
He obviously hasn't done it yet because Yeosang seems none the wiser, but you imagine it'll be difficult for him not to say anything when Kwan's absence becomes clear. Or if he's still here, the guys will demand an explanation as to why the captain looks ready to murder their photographer.
You shouldn't care if he's still on set working. You're not there, it's not like he's going to come at you again. But you are worried about Hongjoong causing a stir.
Even just a hint of tension on set can get blown out of proportion, and you really don't need another media shit storm. It was bad enough after you'd been caught out on a date last year, with everyone but Minseok refusing to even look at you the next day.
It hadn't even been a good date.
"Chan-ah, are you okay?" Yeosang asks, pulling you out of your thoughts, the question immediately putting both Minseok and Seonghwa on high alert.
"I'm not that hungry today." You say with a placating smile, not wanting to lie by telling him you're fine, but also not wanting to rehash last night's events with any of the members who don't already know.
You'll leave that to Hongjoong, and move on with your life.
"I can get you something else if you want?" Sweet, lovable Yeosang says, standing up from his seat as if he’s about to do just that. "They have like five different kinds of melons."
"It's okay." You chuckle, silently urging him to sit back down. "I'll eat more at lunch. Promise."
Cuteness aggression is a thing. Yeosang leaning over the table, holding his pinky out towards you with a serious look on his beautiful face, proves it.
"Pinky promise." You laugh, hooking your finger with his, and watch as the smile settles on his face.
"So, what's everyone's plan today?" Seonghwa asks once the other is back in his seat, and you're sipping your tea.
"I'm going to the gym." Yeosang says. "Then maybe the pool. Other than that, just chilling."
"Sounds very you." Seonghwa chuckles before turning his attention to you, and by extension Minseok because he knows the man is not leaving you alone today. "What about you, Chan-ah? Any ideas?"
"Sleep." You shrug, trying your best to hide a yawn behind your hand. "Maybe go out, find some nice place to have lunch if I wake up before noon."
"You want some company? I was going to head out later myself, but it's always more fun with other people. What do you say?"
You glance at Minseok whose facial expression makes it clear the decision is completely up to you. He goes where you go.
"Sure." You say, picking at what remains of the eggs on your plate as you give Seonghwa a neutral smile. "Why not?"
"Hey, can I ask you for a favor?" You ask Seonghwa when you're heading back to your room, needing to get the thing that's been weighing on you off your chest.
"Of course, what's up?"
"I know this is going to sound stupid, but do you think you could check on Mingi-ssi?"
Whatever Seonghwa had expected to hear, it wasn't that.
"Yeah... Why though?"
"He came to my room last night and we ended up having a talk," You say before hurrying to clarify when the older looks like his eyes are about to bug out of his head. "Everything was fine, nothing happened, it's just... He didn't seem like he wanted to go back to his room. I don't know, like I said it's probably stupid, but it felt like something was waiting for him or something?"
The shock evaporates into worry, and you watch Seonghwa's face take on a look of understanding, but he doesn't explain.
"I'll check in on him." He instead says, shooting you a gentle smile as he, much like yesterday, reaches out, this time towards your shoulder, but stops himself before he can touch you, like he thinks better of it. "Thank you for telling me. And for caring."
"He helped me last night." You shrug, choosing to ignore the way you find yourself wanting to step into the missing touch. "It's the least I can do."
You decide to text each other around lunch time to see how you're doing and split up. You go to your room, while Seonghwa heads to Mingi's.
Your explanation had been vague, but the older still feels his stomach turning. They hadn't taken the mini bar into account when it came to Mingi having his own room, and after witnessing what happened to you, there's no way his head is where it should be.
Seonghwa's knocking on the door is obnoxious, but it's supposed to be, enough to be able to wake his friend and brother out of a drunken sleep.
The Mingi that eventually greets him in the doorway looks worse for wear. He’s barely conscious, hair a mess, with the entire room stinking of alcohol. The mini bottles of liquor spread out over the little kitchenette make Seonghwa's stomach drop.
"Mingi-ah..." The older sighs, watching his brother slump down on the bed, squinting at him when he walks over to the bottles.
"I didn't drink, hyung." Mingi mumbles as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.
"It stinks in here, Mingi." Seonghwa sighs.
"I know but I didn't drink them." He says. "I poured them out so I couldn't."
The older watches him, eyes searching for any sign that he’s not telling him the truth.
"I kept seeing her face." He mumbles, sounding close to tears. "I knew the alcohol would help me forget, so I got rid of it. I only had tea and water. Promise."
Seonghwa doesn't say anything as he walks over and sits beside him on the bed, wrapping an arm around younger's shoulders.
"The bill's going to be fucking expensive." Mingi chokes out a wet laugh.
"We'll take that any day over the alternative." Seonghwa says as he hugs him tighter. "I'm proud of you, Mingi-ah."
"This fucking sucks, hyung." Mingi sniffles, and Seonghwa can only assume he means all of it.
"It does. And I know I didn't tell you last night, but I'm so proud of you for stepping in. It was a scary situation that's going to stick with you for a long time, but you protected her when no one else did."
"Wasn't enough." The younger mumbles.
"I bet you it means the world to Chan-ah. You did the right thing, and I know she's grateful."
"She should hate me."
"Well, she's the one who asked me to check on you because she was worried, so even if she does, I'd say you’re not as screwed as you think."
"Really?" Mingi looks at him, and Seonghwa's heart aches at the fragile hope shining in those wide, sweet eyes that he adores so much.
"Really." Seonghwa smiles, leaning his head against his little brother's. "You did good, Minki."
"Do you feel okay to be alone or should I ask Yeosang to come keep you company?" He asks once Mingi has calmed down a bit more. "I'm going to go with Chan-ah and Mr Lee to find a good lunch spot, otherwise I'd offer to stay."
"I don't want to ruin his plans." Mingi says, which they both know is a definite 'no' to if he wants to be alone without saying it.
"From what I understood, his plans are going to the gym, the pool, and then just hanging out at the hotel all day. If anything, you'd be entertaining him." Seonghwa chuckles as he pets Mingi's bright hair, the need to smooth the bed head down giving him something to fidget with.
"Does he know?"
"Not yet. But Hongjoong is going to talk to the others, so if you want, I can talk to him, so you don't have to."
"Is... Does Chan-ah..."
"She's okay with it. I think she just wants to get it over with, if I'm being honest."
"Yeah..." Mingi says. "I got that feeling last night too."
"So. You spent some time in her room." Seonghwa says, and he can't help but chuckle at the blush that spreads across the younger's face.
"Nothing happened." He mumbles and Seonghwa leans his head against him again.
"I know, Minki. You're not a monster, even if your brain has convinced you that you are."
He knows his words hit their target when Mingi shivers.
"She couldn't sleep either." He says. "We talked. Drank tea. Watched videos. We... We said we'd start over."
"That makes me happy to hear." The older says softly, blinking the tears out of his eyes before Mingi has a chance to spot them.
Out of all of them, he's been the most worried about the rapper since they got you back.
"It might take time," Seonghwa cautions, even though he's well aware that Mingi knows this. "But just getting a second chance is a big step. You should be proud of that."
Mingi isn't, but maybe someday he will be.
"So, are you going to tell us why we're not having a photoshoot today, or do you want us to guess?"
Hongjoong takes a deep breath as he looks up at Wooyoung, then the others.
They're gathered in the dressing room, the managers and security having all left. They're the only ones there, as the captain hadn't felt it appropriate to air the details of your situation to anyone outside the core group.
The director had said he'd take care of everyone else who needed to know.
"The photographer has been removed from the project." Hongjoong says with a sigh, steeling himself for the tidal wave of emotions he knows are about to hit all of them. "He assaulted Chan-ah last night, so we will no longer be working with him. Any pictures he's taken will be scrapped, and we'll do pick-ups when we get back home with someone else."
The silence that fills the room is one of confusion, and while Hongjoong expected it, the weight of it is still unbearable.
"What?" San's voice is quiet as he stares at his captain, almost like he's begging him to say that he's joking.
"What does that mean, 'he assaulted her'?" Yunho asks, struggling to cling onto the disbelief that's threatening to give way to pure rage.
"He got her alone." Hongjoong says, the words are making him nauseous, but he forces himself to continue, to be the captain they all need. "He groped her, choked her and said all sorts of disgusting things to her. Mingi managed to step in and get her away from him before it got any further, but she wasn't doing well afterwards."
The crash of a bag hitting the wall startles them, and they all watch as San starts pacing the room like a feral animal ready to maim. It's rare to see him truly angry, but the murderous look on his face is a clear sign to everyone, even Wooyoung, to stay away.
"Where the fuck was security?" Wooyoung asks, looking about as ready to kill as San, as he stands frozen, staring at his captain.
"Where was Mr Lee?" Jongho adds quietly, having mostly retreated into himself to deal with his emotions the best way he knows how.
"She didn't have security." Hongjoong sighs, the severe oversight in the planning having haunted him since last night. "Minseok was deemed to be enough but he was... Dealing with a personal issue."
"What kind of personal issue?" Wooyoung demands to know, and even though Hongjoong can't say he's okay with how your manager handled the situation, he can understand it.
"His wife is pregnant. She called him last night because they thought she was having a miscarriage, and she was on her way to the hospital. Chan-ah told him to take the call, so he stepped away. Apparently, she's okay, but... Yeah."
The dressing room once again falls silent. The only sound to be heard is the buzzing of a light, and San's pacing and deep breaths to keep himself from exploding again.
None of them can say anything to that. They know that if they'd been in the manager's position, they would have done the same thing, but the consequences of that decision are severe, and very much real.
"How's Chan-ah doing?" Yunho eventually asks, his tone level enough that you'd be fooled into thinking his emotions are under control, but the look in his eyes is one all of them had hoped they'd never have to see again.
"She says she's fine, but we all know that could mean anything." Hongjoong says, slumping back in his seat as the tension in the room lessens ever so slightly. "Seonghwa's spending the day with her, so hopefully she'll open up a bit more to him about it. But yeah, it's a fucking mess."
"What about Mingi-hyung?" Jongho asks, everyone's eyes going to him. "You said he intervened. How is he doing?"
"He's... Not doing great. I talked to him last night when they came back to the hotel, but according to Seonghwa he had a rough time after that. Had to pour out all the alcohol so he wouldn't be tempted to drink it, apparently."
"Jesus Christ." Yunho whispers before he gets his phone out, instantly texting his best friend to check in.
"What happens to Kwan?" San storms over, still fuming but looking slightly less like he's about to go on a murder spree right this second.
"The director's looking into it, but Chan-ah didn't seem sure how she wanted to proceed."
"Seriously?" Wooyoung scoffs in disbelief but fixes his face when four pairs of eyes bore into him.
"She was just assaulted, Wooyoung." Hongjoong stares at him. "She's allowed to take as much time as she needs."
"I didn't mean it like that." Wooyoung mumbles, his lack of filter once again getting him into trouble. "I just meant that anyone who does that to another person deserves to go to prison, not walk around free, being allowed around other people like everything's fine."
"I don't think anyone disagrees with you, hyung." Jongho says, ever the voice of sensibility in the sea of emotion that is the group. "But definitely try to phrase it that way from the start next time."
"I'm doing my best trying to stay off the war path right now, give me a break." Wooyoung grumbles, indeed doing his best to keep breathing through the rage burning a hole in his chest.
"Mingi's with Yeosang." Yunho says, looking up from his phone. "He says he's exhausted but okay. They’re spending the day together."
"That's good." Hongjoong says, watching San as he goes back to pacing in the background, and he doesn't have it in him to ask him to stop. He needs to get it out, or they all know he'll explode for real.
"So how do we handle this? With Chan-ah?" Yunho asks.
"Don't let the fox talk to her." Jongho shoots his hyung a little mischievous smile that helps lighten the heavy mood of the dressing room.
"Haha, very funny." Wooyoung deadpans but there's a softness returning to his eyes at the joke. "Seriously though."
"She said she's okay talking about it but maybe don't be in her face about it. And no touching unless she initiates it either. Just to be safe."
"You ready for adventure?" Seonghwa asks when you open your door, mask and ball cap already in place.
"Yes. Just need to grab my wallet and I'm all set."
"You won't need it," Seonghwa says with a grin. "Captain's orders."
You really don't want to think about the amount of money that's been spent on you recently, so you force yourself not to.
"O-Okay." You say, ignoring the wrong feeling of leaving your wallet behind as you grab your room key and leave the room. "As long as you're sure."
"Trust me, I'd somehow spend more money if you weren't here." He chuckles, and even though you don't understand his logic, you nod.
Minseok, who has been outside your room since you returned from breakfast, falls into step behind you as you make your way to the elevator.
He's no doubt been on high alert the entire time you slept and got ready, and there's a twinge of guilt in your chest at how much safer it makes you feel. Normally it would make you feel suffocated, or like a child like when Yi won't let you out of her sight, but none of that is present now. If anything, you're that much calmer because of it.
It's technically not his job keep you safe to this extent, but he shoulders the new role with grace. Even though you know his mind keeps replaying last night's events over and over again.
You're sorry for putting him in this situation, even though logically you know that neither of you are to blame. Opportunity makes the thief after all, and Kwan saw you alone and naive, and he acted on it. It was circumstances, neither yours nor Minseok's fault.
Or at least that's what you want to believe. You should have known better. Shouldn't have interfered with Minseok's work. Shouldn't have trusted Kwan the way you did. Should have raised your voice and called out for help the second he started making you feel uncomfortable. But you hadn't. And while logic is telling you the only one to blame is the person who hurt you, your mind is having a harder time believing it. You've spent so long being blamed for every little thing that goes wrong that it's become part of your identity, the black sheep of Ateez.
The irony of Yangchan's design strikes you once again. Your sweet little black nosed friend.
"I know a couple of good places to eat." Seonghwa's voice brings you out of your thoughts, and you look up at him where he walks beside you. "Are you feeling like anything specific?"
He aims the question at both you and Minseok, and you're not sure why him so easily including the manager makes your heart warm.
"I'm good with anything. You know, just, maybe not something too heavy?" You say as you try to ignore how unfamiliar making demands feels, but Seonghwa acts like there's nothing weird about it, even grinning like he's proud of you for it.
"What about you, Mr Lee?"
"I eat literally everything." Minseok chuckles, placing a featherlight hand on your back to guide you out of the way of someone barreling their way through the streets.
He's taking his guard dog duty seriously today.
"Great!" Seonghwa grins as he turns to wave down a taxi. "Then I'm taking you to my favorite restaurant, you're going to love it."
And somehow you don't doubt it. Seonghwa is known as the foodie of the group after all.
The little restaurant on the corner street is bright and modern, yet intimate. There are maybe seven tables in total, but only a couple of them are occupied, so you're able to tuck yourselves away in a corner.
The boys let you have the corner seat where no one can come up behind you, and you feel like some kind of movie star where you're safely boxed in between your manager turned bodyguard, and one of the most beautiful men in the world.
Even when you had your issues with Seonghwa, his beauty was never in question. He’d even been the first member to catch your eye the first time you saw them all together when they debuted.
A waiter comes up to the table, asks for your drink orders and hands you the menu to look over while he goes to get those ready.
Everything sounds good. Delicious even.
There's Thai stewed pork ribs and eggs, vegetable and seafood soups, stir fries, curry, Tom Kha. You want to try all of it!
"Neither of you worry about the price." Seonghwa says, looking up from the menu, his eyes shining like they have a tendency to do around good food. "Director Kim is picking up the check."
You're about to say something, maybe some sort of protest even though you wouldn't be able to afford this on your own, but Minseok's chuckle interrupts before the words can tumble out of you.
"I've never had my boss' boss buy me lunch before."
"It's nice, right?" Seonghwa laughs, before he looks over at you. "What are you thinking of getting?"
You stare down at the menu again. The voice in your head, that sounds a lot like Yi's, is screaming at you to get a clear vegetable and shrimp soup and nothing else. But your stomach, and some rebellious part of you, is telling you to order half the menu.
"We can share if you want to try stuff." Seonghwa kindly offers and you're sure the indecision is written on your face. "Can I show you what I got last time that I liked?"
You nod, and he does, Minseok watching the interaction with a smile on his lips as he sees you relax ever so slightly.
He didn't sleep well last night, his mind too focused on worrying about Seonyeong, their baby, and you, to get much rest. He's never felt more useless in his life, even when he wasn't allowed in the delivery room after Seonyeong took a turn for the worse while delivering their daughter.
Not only was he unable to be next to his wife last night when she was terrified about losing the baby, he wasn't there to protect you when you needed him the most.
He hears what you're both ordering, and picks something different for himself. This way you'll be able to taste most of the menu, even if you won't be able to eat all of it.
He's seen Seonghwa eat before. He doubts, between the three of you, even if you order everything off the menu, that there will be any leftovers to speak of.
"Somebody roll me out of here." Minseok sighs as he leans back in his seat, perfectly mirroring Seonghwa sitting across from him. "I don't think I've ever been this full in my life."
"Tell me about it." Seonghwa groans, rubbing his stomach. "It was so good though."
"You're being total dads right now." You can't help but chuckle as you watch them.
"You saying you're not full?" Seonghwa asks incredulously, his face softening when you laugh at him.
"Oh no, I am. I'm just wondering how you two are acting the same age."
"Everyone knows I'm an old man at heart." Seonghwa chuckles.
"And I'm a spring chicken." Minseok groans as he straightens in his seat to the sound of his back cracking. "God, how am I supposed to be able to keep up with a baby and a four-year-old?"
"Don't forget Hyemin." You giggle.
"I'd never forget my princess." The manager harrumphs, briefly checking his phone as if reminded to check in by the conversation.
"How old is your daughter, Mr Lee?" Seonghwa asks, his food coma giving way for his love of children.
"She's turning nine in February. God, she's growing up so fast." Minseok looks like he's about to cry just thinking about his firstborn.
"She's adorable." You say, rubbing the manager's arm to calm him down before he actually starts crying in the middle of the restaurant.
"Of course she is, she's a carbon copy of my wife."
"She really is." You laugh. "Just as stubborn too."
"She sure is." Minseok grins. "And I love her for it."
"How's your wife doing by the way?" Seonghwa asks, voice softening slightly with his shift to the more sensitive topic.
"She's alright." Minseok says, some of the levity leaving him but not enough for you to be concerned. "Her and the baby. She apparently had, or has, something called a subchorionic hematoma. I'm not entirely sure I understand it enough to explain it properly, but the doctor described it as blood getting trapped between the baby and the uterus, which was why she was bleeding and cramping."
You'd looked up the term when Minseok had told you earlier, so even though there are some words you don't understand in Korean, you can still follow along with his explanation.
"It's apparently not uncommon this early on in a pregnancy but she's never had it with the other two, so she understandably panicked."
"That sounds terrifying," Seonghwa says softly. "I can't even imagine."
"I'm just glad her mom was there." Minseok sighs, taking the last sip of his drink. "But I promised her I wouldn't come home without a mountain of souvenirs, so until I've got those, I'm stuck here."
"Oh, then shall we?" Seonghwa smiles, looking between you and the manager. "I have some stuff I want to get too."
"Sounds good. You feel ready to go?" Minseok aims the last part at you, and you fight the impulse to tell him you want to go back to the hotel.
Even though you're used to having no money, being without your wallet is anxiety-inducing for you. And given that they're both about to spend money and you have nothing, it’s upping that anxiety big time.
"Yeah, just need to use the bathroom before we leave." You say, forcing yourself to smile and to keep breathing.
The cold water on your face and wrists helps a bit even if the baseline of anxiety doesn’t appear to be going anywhere anytime soon. You feel ridiculous about it being over something so trivial as shopping, but you suppose it's not really the cause of the anxiety but rather the trigger for all the underlying shit to surface.
It's going to be fine.
Knowing does help to make it less scary, but it's still annoying as fuck, and it's forcing you to be kind to yourself which is not really your strong suit.
Your phone starts going off and thinking it's Minseok texting to ask if you're okay in there, you quickly dry your hands and pick it up.
But it's not Minseok. It's Wooyoung. Your first message ever in a private chat.
Wooyoung 13:43
Hey
Hyung told us what happened
I'm so fucking sorry
If you need anything at all you just let us know
I'm gonna do my best to not be...
Well
Me 😅
Seriously though we're all here for you 🖤
You're not sure if you'd expected any of them to reach out to you, mostly because they're guys and you doubt they'd know what to say, but Wooyoung was the last one you would have bet money on.
You keep staring at the messages. You don't know how to respond, or even if you should. Your standard reply for everything emotional of 'I'm fine but thank you' really doesn't fly here. He wouldn't buy it and you're worried about what would happen next if you sent it.
If you'd sent it to Chris, he would have thrown you over his shoulder, dumped you on the couch, wrapped you up in a blanket, then himself, and wouldn't have let you move for 24 hours.
Wooyoung isn't your brother though. And yet he's reached out. You're getting a headache but at least you seem to have forgotten about the anxiety.
A knock comes at the door and before you can scramble up an apology for occupying the bathroom for so long, Minseok's voice comes through.
"Kid? You okay in there?"
"Yeah! Yeah, I'm okay, be right out." You call back, taking one last look at the chat and double tapping the final message, a red heart attaching itself to it.
It's too much, but you don't have time to think of anything better, and you shove your phone into your pocket and hurry to unlock the door.
"Hey," Minseok says when you emerge, looking you over like he expects you to have been held hostage in the bathroom or something. "You ready to go?"
"Yep." You say, ignoring the way your heart is still going crazy in your chest. "I'm ready."
Shopping with Minseok and Seonghwa turns out to be as anxiety-inducing as you'd feared, but for a whole different reason than you'd thought.
It turns out that when Seonghwa said you didn't need to bring your wallet, he had truly meant it. Because he's paying for your stuff. All of it.
You know Hongjoong hasn’t told him about the money situation because you both promised the director you’d keep it between the three of you until further notice, but it would appear Seonghwa has taken it upon himself to spoil you rotten regardless.
Anything you point at or look at a little too long, he takes it to the register, and you almost have to fight him to get him to drop whatever item he’s suddenly holding.
It’s strange and uncomfortable, and yet you can’t stop yourself from smiling. It’s like you’re back home with Chris, just walking around, trying to stop him from spending his money on junk you don’t need, and him insisting that you’re his only little sister, it’s his job to spoil and annoy you.
Speaking of Chris, you’ve found two things you’ll give him as souvenirs, even though if Seonghwa had his way, it would be 15. A fridge magnet, the same one that Seonghwa got, and a pair of beautiful hand wraps with Thai tigers on them. You know he and Felix are keeping up with the MMA back home, so you figure you might as well.
Seonghwa looks absolutely delighted when you hesitantly ask if maybe you could get a pair for Felix too and even tells you to get a pair for yourself when you don’t seem ready to move on from them.
It’s been a long time since you’ve done anything other than run or dance for your workouts, but maybe you can convince Chris to let you come to the gym with them when you’re home. Just for old time’s sake.
Throughout the walk through the market, your phone has been blowing up. You only had to look at two of the messages to know that Wooyoung’s had been the crack in the dam, to know that the others have followed suit.
From the ones you see before the heat and the crowd start making you overwhelmed, all of them are in private chats, none in the group, and you don’t know why but it’s making you surprisingly emotional so you decide to ignore all of them until you’re alone, cooled off and ready to deal with anything remotely emotional.
You had originally planned to do a tour of the Grand Palace on your day off, but once you’re done with the market, it’s clear that your stamina and mental energy are far more depleted than you’d expected.
So, when Minseok suggests going to afternoon tea at a cute little place he’d found online this morning, you accept. If for no other reason than you need to sit down for at least an hour, before you can even think about doing anything else.
It feels a bit strange, doing something so classically British while you’re in Thailand, but once you enter the beautiful lounge, you feel less weird about it. It’s a beautiful place, with clear influences from both turn of the century England and Thailand’s own culture, and there’s an odd feeling of home when you sit down by a window with Seonghwa and Minseok flanking you on both sides.
“Are your feet okay?” The idol asks once you’ve settled, and he notices you practically deflating in your seat.
“Yeah, they’re fine.” You say, too tired to think about being polite as you look around the lounge. “My legs are killing me though.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think about that.” Seonghwa says, a worried look settling on his face, but you wave him off.
“I wouldn’t expect you to. I should have known it would be too much with everything going on, but oh well.”
You know you’re being flippant, but the ache in your legs is getting overwhelming, and despite what these two have been doing all day, it’s really not their job to babysit you. Except maybe Minseok, but even his job description should have its limits.
“Are you okay though?” Said manager asks softly, leaning closer as if the distance between you has stopped you being honest with them. “We don’t have to stay if you’d rather go back to the hotel.”
“If you think I’m ready to move again anytime in the next hour, you’re sorely mistaken.” You say with something between a scoff and a chuckle, making the other man’s lips pull up into something that looks like a smile. “I just need to rest for a bit, get something to drink, and I’ll be alright.”
The older man leans back in his seat, seemingly satisfied with your answer, even if Seonghwa doesn’t look quite as convinced. He doesn’t say anything, but you catch him watching you several times, as if he’s looking for signs that you’re about to collapse. Little does he know, you won’t collapse from something this simple. It takes a lot more than this to keep you down.
The heat might be making you a little bit combative. Just a bit.
Wooyoung keeps staring at the chat. The little heart you left on his final message stares right back at him.
It’s the only sign of life he’s seen from you today, but Hongjoong has been keeping them updated through Seonghwa throughout the day, so he knows you’re doing okay. Or well, as okay as you can be under the circumstances.
San has been clinging to him even more than usual since they were told about the assault, but Wooyoung neither blames him nor does he dislike it. He, in fact, welcomes it. He needs the comfort as much as San does.
The others have been staying close to each other as well.
The group has a tendency to circle the wagons when outside threats are detected, protecting each other first, before handling anything else. Jongho is staying close to Hongjoong and Yunho. San and Wooyoung won’t leave each other's side .Yeosang is looking out for Mingi, and Seonghwa… Seonghwa is sticking with you, for once giving you the protection you deserve.
Wooyoung waits around for San to finish shooting his scenes, and after checking with the others to make sure they’re okay with it, they leave for the hotel together.
He’s kind of glad that there isn’t anyone taking pictures as they leave the set. Not that they’re not usually tangled up in each other in public, but this time it’s far too vulnerable for them to be comfortable being photographed.
Having to wear their seatbelts in the car is putting a distance between them that feels way too big, but with San’s hand in his, Wooyoung’s nerves are able to calm down enough to not send him spiraling.
“Has she answered?” San asks, squeezing his hand as he looks down at the younger’s phone.
“No.” Wooyoung says, squeezing back. “I didn’t really send her anything that required an answer though.”
“Yeah. But hey, you got a heart. That’s big.”
“She probably just double tapped it and forgot about it.” Wooyoung shrugs, trying to appear less affected than he is, even though he knows San can see right through it.
“Still.” He says, lacing their fingers together as he rests his head against Wooyoung’s shoulder. “She could have just done nothing at all.”
He knows San is right, but he still feels weirdly anxious about the whole thing.
“And hyung’s been with her most of the day, so she probably hasn’t even had the time to sit down.” The older chuckles, even though they both know Seonghwa will have waited on you hand and foot, especially today.
“She’s going to be exhausted when she gets back to the hotel.”
“You sound worried.” San gives him a little smile that one could technically categorize as a smirk.
“Aren’t you?” Wooyoung isn’t proud of the way he snaps at his proclaimed soulmate, but San’s smile tells him he doesn’t mind.
“Of course, I am.” He simply says, none of the intensity from earlier anywhere to be found, like all he’d needed was to explode and get the energy out to be alright again. “I’m just surprised you’re being this vocal about it.”
“Communication is a thing, I hear.” Wooyoung grumbles but whatever weird feelings he has get tamed by the way San snuggles up to him as best as he can while remaining in his seat.
“I’m proud of you, you know.” He mumbles, squeezing his hand tighter. “For trying this hard.”
The lump in his throat isn’t an easy one to swallow. He’d chuckled at the joke Jongho had cracked earlier about not letting him talk to you, but after the moment had passed, the bad feelings had lingered.
He is trying, even if it might not seem like it. You’re still scared of him. He can see it in the way your eyes automatically find his whenever San gets close to you, and it hurts every single time. He knows he’s earned the pain, that it’s nothing compared to what he’s put you through, but that doesn’t make it easier to handle.
So, for as much as he puts his foot in his mouth around you, the fact that San sees him struggling but trying his best, means the absolute world to him.
“Thank you, Sannie.” He mumbles, turning his head to kiss San’s head. “I’m going to fix this.”
“I know you are, Young-ah.” San giggles softly at the affection as the city flies by outside the car. “I believe in you.”
wanteez getting progressively more fucked up needs to go further imho. make these boys escape from gitmo. we need a 4 episode chernobylteez arc. yeosang finds a potentially dormant landmine from the vietnam war and they have to play mafia with it. make yunho solve the zodiac cryptograms while seonghwa tackles corruption in the LAPD. mingi needs to clean up an industrial oil spill using only items he wins via mini game. ateez donner party. put hongjoong on the oregon trail
How Did We Get Here? - Prologue Part 3 (Yunho/fem!reader)
Pairing: Jeong Yunho/reader
Word count: 1,3k
Genre: Smut, angst, toxic relationship
Summary: Looking back, you can see it, how he slowly got you to your limits and pushed you over. But in the moment, he was just Yunho.
Contains: Toxic dom!Yunho, humiliation, degradation, begging, butt plug, inspection, painal, sadism/masochism, not safe sane and consensual, extremely dubious consent bordering non-consent, Daddy and puppy as titles, manipulation, assumed CNC but is it though?
A/N: I have nothing to add about this man, other than the fact I'm feral for him and he needs to take responsibility! This one is for my beloved beta and bestie @gooddaykate and the number one toxic Yunho enjoyer @sancerely-yours!
Enjoy!
Series Masterlist
Prologue Part 2 Prologue Part 4
"Yunho, I don't have time for this." You say as your boyfriend pushes you down on the counter and holds you there.
"You agreed to the rules, pup. You'll make time."
"I'm serious!" You try to wiggle out of his hold but the way he's pushing you down by the back of your neck makes it difficult, and you claw at his hands as he pins you to the counter.
"Stay still." He growls, momentarily releasing your neck to lock your wrists in your cuffs behind your back, before pushing you back down. "Do you really want me to punish you again?"
You'd made yourself come last night while he was out with his friends and he'd paddled your ass so hard, sitting is going to be hell today.
You stop resisting him, but you're nowhere near relaxed, earning yourself a sharp smack that makes your knees buckle and tears well up in your eyes.
"If you just did as you're told, I wouldn't have to do this, pup, you know that." He sighs but you don't apologize like you usually do. "You're being bad right now, puppy, and you know how I feel about badly behaved mutts."
The shiver of fear that runs through you has your legs shifting open for him as you force yourself to relax, tears now running freely down your face.
"I'm sorry, Daddy." You whisper, your ass hurting too much to be able to handle another punishment, and the hand that comes to knead your bruised cheek has you sobbing.
"You should be." Yunho says, watching you fight the need to pull away again, giving your stinging flesh an extra firm squeeze to make you whimper. "I taught you better than this."
"I'm going to be late for work." You continue to whisper, flinching when he rips your panties off to reveal the shameful wetness between your legs, and the base of your plug.
"I don't care. You’ll make time." He says, pulling down his sweats and coats himself in your arousal. "You always fight it and yet you always get so wet when I make you submit to me. Doesn't that say something about you, pup? That you actually like it?"
"I don't." You whimper as he kicks your legs more open, only to panic when he starts pulling on the plug. "Wait, no, no, Yunho, I don't want that!"
"Hush, puppy. You've known it was coming, if you hadn't been such a bitch this morning, I would have let you have your first time on the bed, but you made your decision."
"No, Yunho please, please don't!" You cry, pulling on your restraints as he lines himself up and slowly pushes inside your virgin hole.
"You have the power to stop it, puppy. Why aren't you using it?" He moans as he slowly but surely opens you up on his cock, as your insides burn and your pussy drips onto the floor.
You don't know. Your head's a fucking mess. You plead and beg with him to stop, and yet the safeword for emergencies lingers on the edge of your mind and you don't reach for it.
He would stop. You know he would. He's never not listened before. So why aren't you saying it?
"I think you want this, puppy." Yunho says about halfway in, rocking back and forth for a few moments to help you relax around him. "I think you like it when I decide what's best for you. Why else would you let me do this to you?"
You don't have an answer.
Before Yunho you had never even though of putting anything in your butt, and especially no kind of edge play, and now you're bent over the kitchen counter in your work clothes, with your skirt pushed up above your hips, hands locked behind your back and your boyfriend's massive cock halfway up your ass.
"Y-Yunho, please." You beg when he continues pushing, slowly filling you until he has you speared on him, lodged so deep inside you can almost feel him in your throat.
"That's not my name, puppy." He says, swatting your ass and making you yelp like the puppy you are. "What's the name of your owner? I know you know this even when you're cock drunk. I’ve drilled it into you enough times."
"Daddy..." You whisper and you whimper when you're rewarded with his hand between your legs.
"That's it, good puppy. I knew she was in there somewhere. I'm still upset at your behavior so I'm not going to help you today."
Your hips start moving on their own at his words, the pressure on your clit is too light but it's something as you hump his hand while incidentally fucking yourself on his cock in your attempt to soothe yourself.
"There you go, good puppy." He grunts, squeezing the back of your neck to make you whimper again. "You're taking me so well, I knew you could do it. I told you you could but you keep doubting me, don't you, puppy?"
"Yes, Daddy." You regurgitate the answer you know he wants, your mind turning blissfully empty from it all. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
"It's okay, I forgive you, pup." The hand at your neck softens, and you whimper happily at the first sign of softness from him. "You just have to do your best to let go of those silly ideas that you can't do something just because you're scared. And Daddy will always be here to help you."
"T-Thank you, Daddy." You whimper, grinding against his hand, feeling the pleasure slowly start to build deep in your belly. "Feels good."
"I know it does, that's why I've been helping you get to this point. It's so different from being stuffed with a toy or a plug, isn't it?"
"Daddy..."
"What is it, baby? What does my puppy need?"
"More," You mumble, squeezing around him so sweetly. "Need more, Daddy."
"You need your Daddy to fuck your cute little ass, do you? You won't whine and bitch about it being too much if I do?" He says, cruelly removing his hand, leaving you nothing to hump to take the pain away.
"No, Daddy, I promise! Please, I need it!" You sound so frantic, Yunho almost comes on the spot, but he gives you his hand back and tightens the hold on your neck.
"Better keep that fucking promise." He growls and pulls almost all the way out before he slams back inside, knocking the air out of your lungs as he starts fucking you hard.
He shows you no mercy even when you do break your promise, only presses harder against your clit to feel you desperately try to get some friction as he pounds your insides the way you begged him too.
You're so fucking tight and warm, a perfect fit him and as he's getting close, he gives you the mercy of rubbing your clit to make you squeeze him even tighter.
He makes you beg him to come, dragging it out longer than usual to make sure you're completely out of your mind before he grants you permission, letting you milk him as he shoots his load deep inside your ass for the first time.
He keeps you there against the kitchen counter until he softens enough to slip out and then promptly plugs you back up, trapping his cum inside you, before he even thinks about letting you up.
He straightens your skirt, undoes the restraints and checks the blood flow of your wrists before he finally pulls you into his arms.
You're crying like a baby, sobbing into his chest and you nod near hysterically when he asks if you'd like him to call in sick for you at work.
He carries you into the bathroom where he undresses you and gets you in the shower before getting on his knees and eating you out for being such a good puppy for him.
You don't remember your own name by the time he gets you back into bed, much less that big presentation at work you've been working at for the past two weeks.
"I think you like it when I decide what's best for you. Why else would you let me do this to you?"
how did you know, i am absolutely doing zoomies! no joke had to physically get up and take a lap before i spontaneously combust!! am honestly so hyped i can’t sleep LOL i think you really sent my head somewhere because i’ve just been combing through these, obsessed!! can’t believe you dropped a /triple/ update, can’t believe you did THAT!! yh manipulating her body with the counter and his hand so she fucks /herself/ on him, like see? you /do/ want it, didn’t i tell you, i /know/ you! diabolical that he even flips how she /begs/ switching her from defiance to desperation, and that ending? omg he did it on purpose, didn’t he, of all days to pounce, of all days for her training to end, he chooses a Big Presentation Day for her?? (it’s her. she’s the presentation. the culmination of his time and efforts!) i mean. of course he did, can’t have his poor puppy stressed, right? that must be why she’s all snappy, what’s best is staying home (with him!) and letting him take care of her, why work herself so hard, right? no thoughts head empty
Seriously I needed to know what you thought of it so decided fuck it, I'll drop it now! No way I was waiting two weeks to hear your thought about it!
I can't even tell you how much I love him using her way to soothe herself against her. Like oh, puppy wants to hump? Well go ahead but you're going to be taking what you said you didn't want so does that mean you actually want it?
Them previously playing around with the thought of CNC and edge play has definitely gotten her wires crossed because it's starting to go downhill for her now!
Oh he absolutely did it on purpose! She has something important at work that if it goes well might lead to a promotion which means her priorities shifting even more than they have during the last two weeks. She was so concerned about her job that she forgot about being his mindless puppy, probably even brushing him off a couple of times cause she was stressed and busy, and that's a no no.
So him starting it as an inspection because she has agreed to free use, just the inspections, to then make it into him fucking her ass for the first time once she's stopped fighting him? Evil 🤤
His control issues are definitely starting to bleed over into her real life now and I'm not sure if this is what makes her leave or not but I think we'll be finding out soon!
Yes! I was really proud of that line 🤣
Right though?! To trust someone so much to let them take you there, knowing that they'll protect you from everything after they've broken you down completely.
Yes! I needed him to realize that this was a massive push and he needs to make the aftercare the best there is so there are no lingering bad feelings about how it went down (as if that's how it works). But also playing with her mind like he can't be bad, he was so selfless when he went down on me, didn't even ask me to do anything for him (even though she's still plugged and it's technically another lesson). It IS love! and like she said on the main story, he was never as soft as when he did aftercare ❤️ god I love this fucked up man!
Oh I love that mix for sure! I really do think the kink itself started as a way for him to make someone soft around the edges for him, to find a sure fire way for them to defer to him, and he just happened to like the kink as well. I do think puppy here is the first person he's ever felt this way about though, the first one to bring out the obsession in him.
Cause I really do think he loves her in his own fucked up way, he just sees her differently than she sees herself and he's helping her become what he knows she can be, even if she doesn't want it for herself. Cause isn't a partner supposed to make you better?
How Did We Get Here? - Prologue Part 2 (Yunho/fem!reader)
Pairing: Jeong Yunho/reader
Word count: 1,3k
Genre: Smut, angst, toxic relationship
Summary: Looking back, you can see it, how he slowly got you to your limits and pushed you over. But in the moment, he was just Yunho.
Contains: Toxic dom!Yunho, humiliation, degradation, begging, butt plug, anal beads, painal, sadism/masochism, not safe sane and consensual, dubious consent, Daddy and puppy as titles, manipulation, double penetration, interrupted use of safeword.
A/N: I have nothing to add about this man, other than the fact I'm feral for him and he needs to take responsibility! This one is for my beloved beta and bestie @gooddaykate and the number one toxic Yunho enjoyer @sancerely-yours!
Sooooo I had scheduled this for next week but I'm so excited I'm posting it now!!! Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Series Masterlist
Prologue Part 1 Prologue Part 3
"That's it, puppy, breathe." Yunho coos as he strokes the length of your back, watching your hole slowly stretch and close around beads he's feeding into it.
"They're too big, Daddy." You whimper, tugging on your restraints firmly achored to the headboard. "I can't take it."
"You keep saying that, baby." Yunho says as he smacks your ass, pausing with the string of beads not even halfway in. "And yet you're stretching so beautifully around them."
Another two smacks, each one harder than the last, the sound of your broken moans filling the bedroom.
"Do you really think your hole would stretch this much if it wasn't meant to? Hm? Do you think you'd be this close to the edge if your body didn't crave it? My sweet perverted little puppy."
"T-that's just because it's you, Daddy." You whimper as he rewards your words by pushing another bead into you, the ones already inside moving even deeper making you shiver.
"That’s right, baby. You'd never let anyone else do this to you, would you? Only Daddy gets to play with you like this."
"Y-Yes." You hiss when an even bigger bead gets pushed inside and you think about calling yellow, but like always, as soon as the though enters your mind, there's a hand between your legs, rubbing soothing circles over your clit to help it leave again.
"There you go, just relax, puppy. Daddy's got you. I know what you need." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your flaming cheeks and chuckling when it makes you whimper. "You're doing so well, I'm so proud of you, baby."
"T-Thank you, Daddy." You mumble, gently grinding into his hand, the beads inside you shifting with the movement, and it makes you feel even fuller.
"Good puppy, hump Daddy's hand. Help yourself relax." Yunho whispers, letting you regulate yourself the way you've started doing on your own lately with his full support. "I'm going to give you two more and let you rest again, can you do that for me?"
Your mind is swimming, but you think you nod. You whimper when the hand between your legs disappears and comes down hard on your ass again, two large beads being unceremoniously pushed inside, and you sob in relief when you're rewarded with his hand back.
"See, that wasn't so bad." Yunho coos as if he can't tell you're crying but the way he rubs your clit and kisses your back keeps you pliant. "You've just got to listen when I say you can do something, puppy. No more of this self-doubt, my sweet girl can do anything I say she can, isn't that right?"
"Yes, Daddy." You mumble, grinding into his hand, trying to ignore the shame of how good being so full feels. "Thank you."
"Aw, you're welcome, puppy. And you're more than halfway now when you'd thought you couldn't even take one of them." Another smack and your hips stutter with a whine before resuming their humping.
"Wanna come, Daddy..." You mumble, chasing the high but Yunho gives you another smack before he pulls his hand away again.
"No coming until you're full, baby, you know this." He says, slowly pushing an even bigger bead inside your poor aching hole. "You get so sensitive after you come and you get so whiny about your ass hurting that we wouldn't be able to finish. And we need to finish today's training, don't we, puppy? Otherwise, no cummies at all."
He knows how much you hate the word, how small and humiliated it makes you feel, which is why he uses it sparingly, like now, when you're deep enough not to tell him no.
"D-Daddy please, I need to come."
"After we're done, baby, you know the rules."
The rules. Oh, how he loves the rules!
It took him so much work and patience to be able to introduce you to them without you running for the door.
A lot of them are the standard ones: listen to Daddy, be polite, always tell Daddy when you go out at night, eat and drink healthy things.
But then there are the specific ones that he's so happy you didn't outright turn down when he slowly but surely introduced them into your dynamic.
Puppy will not come without permission. Daily training must be completed before puppy is allowed to come. Puppy's ass must be filled before she gets permission to come. Puppy must present for inspection whenever Daddy deems it necessary.
You've been so good about following them too. You're allowed to play with yourself, but you still almost always come to Yunho when you're feeling needy and need to take the edge off.
He knows you still feel a certain way about doing your lessons on your own, which has meant that even when you've played with yourself, you aren't allowed to come. Which has really taken the fun out of it, and you now defer to him when it comes to your pleasure.
He hadn't planned it this way, but it's worked out wonderfully in his favor.
He feeds two more beads into your hungry little hole, watching it greedily swallow them both as he praises you for how well you're doing. He even slips two fingers inside your pussy, pressing upwards as he lightly fucks you to feel the ridges of the beads through the thin wall separating them from his fingers. He pointedly avoids your g-spot, it's really more of an inspection than a fucking and you're left even more on edge from it once he pulls out.
He talks you through the last three beads, the final one big enough for even him to wonder if you'll be able to take it, but like the champion you are, you manage. Even if it's to the sounds of you sobbing and begging him to please let you come.
It takes some effort for him to bury himself in your pussy, the pressure on your insides something he's never experienced before, and you're close to delirious when he starts fucking you.
You're so cute with the way you mindlessly tug on your restraints, clenching around him like a vice as he keeps you on the edge for as long as he can, dragging out the overstimulation for you until you wouldn't be able to tell him your own name.
"You ready, puppy?" He grunts as he slams into you, punching the air out of your very lungs on every thrust.
"Y-yes, D-Daddy." You somehow manage to cry as he turns your brain further into mush.
"What do good puppies say?"
"I'm- I'm y-yours, Daddy, please- please let me c-cum."
You don't even have to think about the words anymore and the knowledge that he's imprinted them into your brain makes him growl as he reaches down to rub your clit for you, too dumb to even grind against his hand yourself.
"Come for me, puppy."
The way you clench down on both him and the massive beads so deep inside you as Yunho never stops rubbing your clit prolongs the orgasm for so long that you start to panic. You twist and tug to get away, only for Yunho to put all of his weight on you, pushing you into the mattress with no choice but to take what he gives you.
You cry, you beg, you keep coming around him, and it isn't until you pass out that Yunho lets up and gets off you.
He carefully cleans you up, undoes your restraints and pulls the beads out of your ass, marveling at the sight of your pink insides as he watches you gape.
Unable to stop himself, he reaches into the nightstand for a plug, a size bigger than what you're used to, and slips it inside before he lies down on the bed and pulls you into his arms.
The next morning, a new rule has been added to the list on the fridge.
He knows how much you hate the word, how small and humiliated it makes you feel, which is why he uses it sparingly, like now, when you're deep enough not to tell him no.
wheezing! for! air!! deliberately using it when she can’t resist to make her feel even /smaller/? push her even /further/? saving it for when she’s extra vulnerable to make the deepest, most lasting impact?? and it /works/ omg the correlation of smallness vs. fullness? as if amplifying how he stuffs her to the brim with his wants and whims and /himself/ as if reminding her there’s no room (read: no need) for anything else? not her thoughts, not her fears (not her desires)? how the shame of helping herself to his hand bleeds away because! puppies don’t know shame!! they only know to be good! and she’s his best girl when he fucks her /dumb/ isn’t she? letting him manhandle her to quell the panic, letting him take and take and take until she has no more to give i’m! melting!! (oh, and the rules? how they don’t address her directly? how he doesn’t tell her “you” will do this, rather “puppy” will do this? mindless and pliant in bed isn’t enough, let the full time dehumanization begin)
Yessssssss!! And especially using it after she'd thought about calling yellow and he stopped her before she could felt so evil, like "I gave you something to distract you but now you're trying to take advantage of my kindness, no can do puppy"
Gaaaaaah he's such a sexy little weasel and my colorblind ass wants him 🤣
Making her feel like her not being allowed to make choices is her choice in a way, because she consented to the rules and this is just how he has decided to play by them. Vague enough to be interpreted how he likes, yet so clear on what her new role is. Hers is the only one that's static while his is fluid.
Yaaaaaasssss! And having it on the fridge too, out in the open where potentially all guests can see it too unless Yunho is being really nice and takes it down when she's been good. Although what's there to be ashamed of? Is she ashamed to belong to him? He's ready to show the world how much he loves his puppy, why isn't she willing to do the same?
Hihi Feral Fridays are becoming my new favorite thing!
I loved using the orgasm control as a scare tactic knowing what's to come for her, that it was once something so new and terrifyingly exciting, letting him play with her like that, allowing him have that much power over her.
Oooooh I hadn't even thought about that! God imagine her realizing she's denying him what he needs in the relationship by being selfish (aka being reasonable), she'd be so desperate I bet you she'd agree to several new rules just to make him happy again!
I love her finding the one thing that makes everything he does feel better and settles her and turns it into her way of regulating herself during scenes, it's her one little snippet of control and he encourages her and praises her for it because she (usually) never pushes for more. Just takes what she's allowed and soothes herself.
And her thinking of it as grinding and him audibly calling it humping to further cement her place as a puppy, as well as both of them using their names and nicknames less and their titles more as time goes on so show just how the dynamic is turning into 24/7 is making me all giddy 🤣
Prompt: You’re at the club w/ your friends (including *ATEEZ member*, who has been your FWB for the past few months), when you accept a random guy’s offer to dance… (the pic is his reaction 😉)
Tags: AFAB reader.
Warnings: Suggestive. No smut.
1.) Hongjoong
“You wanna dance?!” Says a handsome stranger in your ear, leaning in close so you’ll hear him over the music. You’re not usually one for dancing with strangers, but he’s hot and you’re definitely drunk enough not to care so much. You glance at Hongjoong, who was in the middle of talking to San, when he notices you beginning to walk off with this guy. San continues talking, although Hongjoong has completely stopped listening; his eyes are absolutely fixed on you as you follow this guy a little ways away, and begin dancing.
He watches as this guy’s hands travel to your waist, holding you way too close for Hongjoong’s comfort. His chest flares with sudden anger, and he can’t help but let his eyes narrow at the scene. You, of course, know he’s watching— but he made it clear he wanted nothing more than this, and who are you to cross his boundaries? So, without a single fuck in the world, you press your ass right against this strangers hardening bulge, Hongjoong be damned.
Although you know he won’t stay still for long; that’s just not Hongjoong’s style.
Not even two minutes later, Hongjoong’s approaching, not even looking at you, and instead, directing himself to this guy. “Time’s up. I’m gonna take her off your hands now.” “Hey, fuck off, man,” The guy tries to brush him off but Hongjoong immediately grabs hold of your waist and pulls you away from your former dance partner. Your heart flutters as Hongjoong manages to whisk you away to the outer edge of the dance floor, against a wall. He looks down at you, leaning in close to your ear, just as the other guy had— only Hongjoong’s voice immediately makes your heat pulse as he says, “You’re staying close to me tonight, you understand?”
2.) Seonghwa
You’re dancing with your best friend, laughing and having the time of your life; Seonghwa and the guys are just a few feet away, dancing like wild animals, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn to see a tall, handsome guy, wearing a sweet smile on his face, “Hey, I was watching you from over there and I just couldn’t let the opportunity pass to ask you to dance.”
Your girls are all smiling and blushing for you, meanwhile, the guys are pass glances at Seonghwa. Everyone knows you’re both “having fun” together lately, though neither of you has confirmed anything outright. You smile up at the stranger, your fingers immediately finding the end of your braid and twirling it in your fingers, “Thanks but I…just came to dance with my friends tonight.” You expect him to accept your answer, but the way you’re so clearly flattered by him makes this guy wanna try just once more time. He gets just a bit closer, “Aw, come on…one dance? And if you hate me, you can toss me aside immediately.”
You slowly pass a glance at Seonghwa, who’s watching with an unreadable expression. You swallow and turn back to the stranger, “No, I’m okay, thanks—” “What are you doing, Y/n?” Seonghwa suddenly says, coming to you and interjecting, “He’s a handsome guy…you should dance with him.” You (and all your friends) turn to look at Seonghwa as though he’s grown a third head. Seonghwa looks at you, “Go on.” He’s acting cool as a cucumber, but there’s something in his tone; almost like a challenge. Like he’s wanting to see just how far you’ll get.
Never one to back down from a challenge, you turn your attention back to this guy, and you nod slowly, “Alright…one dance should be fine.” He smiles down at you and offers you his hand, to which you respond by taking it and following him a few feet away. The song changes to something more dark and sensual, and you gracefully hook your arm around the stranger’s neck, and he’s pulling you flush against him.
“Dude, what the fuck are you doing letting this guy dance with her?” Hongjoong says in Seonghwa’s ear, although his question goes ignored, as Seonghwa is absolutely entranced by you. He watches as you move with a deliberate sensuality that makes his mouth water. Far from being jealous, Seonghwa feels an insatiable lust bubbling deep within him that he’ll seek to satiate later when you’re back at his apartment— after all, Seonghwa agreed to let you dance with this guy, not go home with him.
3.) Yunho
Yunho’s lips are on your neck, devouring you with reckless abandon in the shadowy corner of the club. When he pulls away, his lips are red and raw, and he looks down at you with a dizzy smile, “You’re lucky we’re in public.” “Scaredy cat,” You tease, tugging gently at the lapels of his coat. “Lord forbid I keep an ounce of dignity left by not fucking you in public,” He chuckles, giving you one more kiss before pulling back, “Gotta go to the restroom for a second.” “Don’t keep me waiting too long,” You smile up at him. He winks at you in understanding and then makes his way to the men’s restroom.
You’re waiting for a good ten minutes, leaning against a standing table, your index fingertip tracing the rim of your now-empty glass. You’re sure the line to the restroom is long, but you’re getting bored. You wonder if you should go rejoin your group and just let Yunho find you all where you are, but just as you’re about to walk off, a voice sounds from behind you. “Excuse me?” You turn to see who it is, only to be met with a perfect stranger—
emphasis on the perfect.
“Hi?” You say, tilting your head as you try to figure out why he could possibly be approaching you. “Hi,” He says sheepishly, “I…saw you standing here and wanted to know how such a beautiful woman could possibly be at this club all alone.” “Oh, I’m not alone,” You clarify, “my…” You search for the right words; Yunho’s not just a friend, but he’s also not your boyfriend. In fact, you hadn’t really talked about how to address one another in public, “date is in the bathroom.” “Oh? Surely your date wouldn’t mind you accepting a dance then, while he’s occupied?” He smiles coyly. You stare at him for a moment, contemplating his offer.
This guy’s hot; not hotter than Yunho, but definitely still your physical type. Hm…would Yunho mind? It’s not like you’ve discussed being exclusive or anything…plus, it’s just one dance. It’s not like you’ll go him with this dude. Finally, you smile sweetly up at him, “Sure. A dance couldn’t hurt.” The guy wastes no time, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the dance floor. He doesn’t even give you a moment to orient yourself before he’s already turning you around to dance on him. You blink a few times, a bit thrown off, “Oh, we- we doing it like this? Okay,” You try to sound casual, but you’re already a bit turned off. He holds your hips in place as he begins gyrating against you. He’s a terrible dancer, this guy.
Yunho’s drying his hands on his pants as he walks out, when he sees you and that guy. He watches as this man dances in a way that Yunho can only describe as trying to simulate some kind of humping situation. Immediately, Yunho’s expression falls into a venomous glare. If there’s something Yunho is, it’s territorial. Sure, you hadn’t had the conversation about being anything more than just fuck buddies, but from the moment he first touched you, his body and mind had already claimed you as his— and he doesn’t share.
Within a few seconds, he’s coming over to the two of you and sliding himself between you and the man, bumping him out of the way. “What the fuck, dude,” The guy hisses. Yunho ignores him, instead, gently putting his hands on your shoulders to guide you away, “Come on.” “Yunho?” You say, confused. “Can’t you see she’s busy?” “Can’t you see I don’t give a fuck?” Yunho says, turning and staring the guy down. He’s tall, but not as tall as Yunho. Without another word, the guy backs off, waving Yunho away to try to preserve some last semblance of pride.
Yunho leads you off the dance floor and out of the club doors. When you get outside, you turn to look up at him only to find he’s already looking at you. “Yunho?” You say his name timidly, feeling like you did something wrong. He comes closer, then tilts your chin up to look at him, “Don’t you ever do that to me again.” He doesn’t even give you a chance to respond before he’s pressing his lips to yours; not forcefully, but definitely in a way that communicates to you
that you are, without a doubt, his and his alone.
4.) Yeosang
Yeosang sits at the booth, catching his breath as he chats with Jongho. You’ve all been at the club for about two hours so far, and it’s getting hotter and hotter. You continue dancing with your girls, still not tired enough to take a break. Even as he sits and talks, Yeosang glances at you every so often, just making sure you’re okay— and to admire you a little bit. He loves watching you dance.
You’re just about to turn around to start dancing on your best friend, when you’re met face to face with an attractive man who’s looking at you with bedroom eyes. “Hey,” He says simply, a smile on his face. “Hey?” You straighten up a bit. “I know you don’t know me but I gotta say, you’re gorgeous.” “Oh, thank you,” You smile politely, giving a slight bow of your head. Yeosang doesn’t realize you’re talking to anyone, as it’s so loud inside the club, but when he finally does, he sits there and watches your interaction.
“Of course,” The guy continues, “Listen, if you’re down, I’d love to have a dance with you.” You raise your brows, a bit surprised. It’s not that you’ve never been approached by a guy before in a place like this, but it really doesn’t happen as often when you bring the guys along. Of course, this guy hasn’t even noticed the small group of men sitting/standing just a few feet away. The guy looks at you with hopeful eyes.
Yeosang’s heart is pounding in his chest. He really wants to get up and pull you to himself so this guy knows you’re unavailable…though he knows he has no right to do so, as Yeosang was the one who told you he wasn’t really looking for anything serious when you’d confessed your feelings to him. Yeosang flashed through your mind the second this guy asks you, but you quickly shove his face to the back of your mind. He told you he wants nothing serious; you can’t hold yourself back for him. Besides, if he doesn’t like you like that, then it shouldn’t bother him if you give another guy a chance.
“I’d love to,” You smile, taking his hand. This guy smiles and follows you a few feet away. Without hesitation, you wrap your arm around his neck and begin dancing on him, even going as far as to put his hand on your waist for him. Yeosang watches with an aching heart, his eyes never leaving you. The guy leans into your ear, having finally noticed Yeosang staring, “Do you know that guy?” “Hm?” “That guy at the booth— he’s been staring at you this whole time.” “Oh him?” You glance at Yeosang, meeting his gaze and holding it for a moment, before turning back to the guy, “He’s no one.”
| (a/n): wohooooo first Ateez fic.🥳 I’ve been writing this since 5 p.m (it’s currently 1 a.m here) soooo, I haven’t proofread it yet.😖 Also, I know that the outfits are from different days, but not in my world hehe😈. Just look at that San, THAT SMILE!!! drooling on my pillow as we speak.
| wc: 5,3k
The heavy double doors of the practice room always seemed to lock out the rest of the world, creating a tiny, sacred sanctuary where the chaos of the idol industry couldn’t touch you. Being an idol meant living under a microscope—every movement analyzed, every smile performance-tested, every interaction scrutinized by thousands of cameras and millions of eyes. But in the quiet hours after midnight, when the polished floorboards reflected the soft glow of emergency lighting and the hum of the air conditioner was the only sound, you were just yourself. And Choi San was just San.
Your relationship with San had blossomed quietly, woven together from shared understanding, exhaustion, and mutual respect. As members of active K-pop groups, you both knew the brutal rhythm of comeback seasons, early morning hair and makeup calls, and the weight of constant public expectation. That shared reality made your bond indestructible. San was your anchor—gentle, deeply intuitive, and fierce in his protection of the people he cared about. When he looked at you, his eyes didn't demand a performance; they simply offered comfort.
From the very beginning, integrating into his world had been surprisingly effortless. ATEEZ wasn't just a group of colleagues; they were a family, and because San treasured you, they opened their arms to you without hesitation. Over the past year, you had built a genuine, warm friendship with each of them.
You remembered one evening in particular, during a rare overlap in your promotional schedules. Both of your groups had finished filming a special end-of-year music festival, left exhausted and starving after hours in stiff costumes under blazing stage lights. San had managed to convince their manager to let you join them at their dorm for late-night takeout, promising to keep it a secret.
That night remained in your memory as a chaotic, joyful blur. You had all piled into the living room floor surrounded by plastic containers of spicy rice cakes, fried chicken, and cooling sodas. Hongjoong had spent twenty minutes trying to maintain order while Wooyoung loudly debated the proper ratio of sauce for chicken dipping, eventually spilling his own sauce all over the coffee table. Seonghwa had immediately jumped up with a wet wipe, scolding Wooyoung like a tired parent while Yeosang quietly stole the last piece of pickled radish right from under Wooyoung’s nose.
You had laughed so hard your ribs ached, sitting cross-legged on the rug with San’s arm resting comfortably around your shoulders. Jongho had casually demonstrated his terrifying grip strength by snapping an apple in half with his bare hands just to make you smile, while Yunho tried to teach you a snippet of ATEEZ's latest point choreography right there in the narrow hallway between bedrooms.
They treated you like an insider, a trusted confidante, and someone who understood the unspoken rules of their world. San had watched you that night with a quiet, glowing pride, his dimples deepening every time you bantered back with his bandmates. You belonged there. You felt safe.
Or at least, almost entirely safe.
Because beneath the warm surface of those group hangouts and shared backstage laughs, an unsettling undercurrent had been slowly gathering strength. And it centered entirely on Song Mingi.
It wasn't something you could easily put into words without sounding paranoid, which was precisely why you had kept it to yourself. Mingi was naturally quiet in large settings—a towering, imposing figure on stage whose deep voice and sharp rap delivery commanded instant attention, but who often receded into a relaxed, laid-back persona off-camera. At first, you thought his distant demeanor around you was just his usual low-key personality.
But over time, you began to notice the pattern.
It started during combined practice sessions and backstage waiting rooms. Whenever you were in the same physical space as Mingi, an invisible static seemed to charge the air. It wasn't that he was rude; in fact, whenever you spoke directly to him, he was polite, dropping his head in a courteous nod and offering brief, low-toned answers.
It was what happened when he thought you weren't looking.
You would be sitting on a leather sofa, leaning against San's shoulder as you went over a lyric sheet together, and a sudden prickle at the back of your neck would force your eyes to wander. Invariably, you would catch Mingi’s reflection in the wall-to-wall mirrors. He would be slouched against a equipment trunk, an earbud dangling from one ear, but his dark, unblinking eyes would be fixed entirely on you.
It wasn't a casual glance. It was an intense, deliberate focus that made your skin flush with an uncomfortable warmth.
The weight of his gaze seemed to shift depending on what you were doing. When you were stretching before a run-through, wearing your fitted performance gear or crop tops that exposed your waist, you could feel his eyes tracking the movement of your body—lingering on the curve of your waist as you bent over, tracing the line of your collarbone when you wiped sweat from your neck, or fixing on your legs as you adjusted your knee pads.
Even when you wore oversized vintage hoodies and track pants on low-key days, the intensity didn't fade. His eyes would linger on your face, your lips as you spoke, or the way San's hand rested on the small of your back. It felt heavy, almost possessive, yet wrapped in absolute silence.
Whenever your eyes met his through a mirror or across a crowded room, Mingi never panicked or quickly looked away like someone who had been caught off guard. Instead, his dark eyes would hold yours for a long, agonizing second, his expression completely unreadable, before he would slowly tilt his head, pull his hood lower over his eyes, or turn his gaze toward his phone.
The subtle encounters began to pile up in your mind like dry kindling.
There was the time in the hallway outside the SBS Inkigayo studios. The corridor was narrow, bustling with stylists, managers, and camera crews hauling heavy equipment cases. You were stepping around a clothes rack when Mingi approached from the opposite direction. Instead of squeezing past on the wider side of the hallway, he walked straight down the center line.
As he passed you, his broad shoulder brushed against yours—a contact that felt far too slow and intentional for a crowded hallway. The heat of his body radiated through his thin jacket, and for a fraction of a second, his hand brushed against the side of your hip before he continued walking without a word, leaving you frozen against the wall with your heart hammering against your ribs.
And yet, every time you looked at San, the impulse to speak vanished.
San loved Mingi. They had bled, sweated, and pushed through years of grueling trainee days together. They shared a brotherly bond built on shared suffering and triumphant success. To San, Mingi was his loyal, goofy, ridiculously talented team member.
How could you possibly go to San and say, "I think Mingi looks at me differently"? Without concrete proof—without offensive words, explicit actions, or clear misconduct—it would sound like baseless drama. You knew how high-stress the idol life was; the last thing ATEEZ needed was internal mistrust seeded by an ambiguous feeling. If you mentioned it to San, it would instantly create a rift. San was fiercely protective; he would confront Mingi immediately, demands would be made, explanations demanded, and a friendship years in the making could shatter over what might be written off as a misunderstanding.
You forced yourself to swallow the discomfort. You learned to adapt. You made a mental note of where Mingi was standing in every room so you could position yourself on the opposite side. You made sure to keep your back to solid walls rather than mirrors whenever possible. When you laughed at Wooyoung’s jokes or leaned into San’s touch, you trained yourself to ignore the heavy, silent weight of those dark eyes watching you from the shadow of the corner.
You convinced yourself that as long as it remained unspoken, as long as it stayed confined to lingering glances and accidental brushes in tight hallways, you could handle it. You could protect San's happiness, preserve the harmony of the group, and keep your own career moving forward smoothly.
You didn't realize that silence doesn't extinguish a fire; it only lets the heat build until the air itself becomes combustible.
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The glow of the television screen illuminates the quiet living room, casting long, flickering shadows against the walls. You lean back against the cushions of the sofa, your eyes fixed on the screen. Today ATEEZ is scheduled to showcase their performance of "Lemon Drop," and even though you’ve heard the track a thousand times, seeing them bring it to life on a music show stage always makes your heart race.
You grip your phone tightly in your hand, checking the digital clock in the corner of the screen. The broadcast is airing now, but you know the reality behind the magic. They had probably been at the KBS studio since seven in the morning, running through dry rehearsals, pre-recording the stage multiple times until every single formation was flawless, and then waiting around for the live broadcast to wrap up. They must be absolutely exhausted. Or, at least, that is what you assume until your phone vibrates in your palm.
A message from San pops up. You slide your thumb across the screen, a soft smile immediately tugging at your lips at the sight of his contact name.
A nervous, excited flutter trapped itself in your throat. The dorm to ourselves. No manager, no members, just a quiet, uninterrupted night with San to wash away the stress of the past few weeks. You tried to shake off the lingering thoughts of Mingi, putting down the remote and adjusting your oversized sweater, trying to cool down the sudden warmth humming beneath your skin.
On the TV screen, the MCs introduce the next act, and suddenly, the music starts.
You lean forward, completely captivated. The styling for this comeback is really nice even if they looked natural. San appears on screen, the camera catching the intense glare in his eyes that contrasts so sharply with the sweet boy who just texted you. He was wearing a fitted, off-cream vintage-style t-shirt that hugged the sharp contours of his chest and back perfectly, the short sleeves tightly framing his toned, muscular arms.
But as the camera pans out to capture the full formation, your eyes find themselves wandering.
Mingi centers the stage for his rap verse, and a sudden breath catches in your throat. He is dressed in a matching conceptual outfit—a crisp white dress shirt with the top buttons casually left undone, exposing a teasing glimpse of his collarbone and chest, paired with tight, faded denim jeans that accentuated his long legs and lean frame every time the stage lights caught him. The sheer charisma radiating from him through the screen is suffocating. He delivers his lines with that deep, raspy growl, smirk playing at the edge of his lips as he looks directly into the camera lens.
You swallow hard, a sudden, unfamiliar heat blooming low in your stomach. It isn’t unusual to admire the other members—they are your friends, and they are undeniably attractive—but watching the two of them dominate the stage side-by-side triggers something entirely different inside you tonight. The raw, masculine energy bleeding through the screen makes your pulse quicken. You find yourself tracking San’s sharp movements, and then immediately shifting your gaze to Mingi’s towering, powerful frame, your mind taking a sudden, dangerously illicit turn.
You shake your head quickly, trying to dismiss the thought. You love San. He is your boyfriend, your sweet, attentive partner. Feeling this intense, heavy wave of desire for his teammate—for both of them simultaneously—makes a flush of heat creep up your neck, a mix of arousal and immediate guilt.
Nearly forty minutes later, the distinct click of the digital lock echoed through the quiet hallway. You stood up from the couch, a welcoming smile already forming on your face as the heavy front door swung open.
"San-ah, welcome ba—"
The words died in your throat.
San stepped into the entryway, looking incredibly handsome, still fully dressed in his stage outfi. But he wasn't alone.
Stepping in right behind him, tall and imposing, was Mingi. As he closed the door behind him, his dark eyes instantly lifted, locking onto yours with that same familiar, unblinking intensity that always made your heart race.
A sudden spike of cognitive dissonance hit you. Your mind scrambled, caught between the sheer, breathtaking visual of both of them standing in the narrow hallway looking like a living fantasy, and a deep, swirling confusion. Why was Mingi here? Had the plans changed? The physical heat from earlier rushed back tenfold, making your pulse thud heavily in your ears as you looked from San’s bright smile to Mingi’s unreadable, heavy gaze.
"Hey," San murmured, his voice dropping into that sweet, honeyed tone he reserved only for you. He stepped forward, bypassing the usual polite distance, and wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you flush against his chest, warmth radiating from his body. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips that tasted faintly of lip balm and stage adrenaline. "I missed you. Did you watch the broadcast?"
"I... yeah, I watched it. You guys were amazing," you breathed out, your voice slightly breathless as you gently rested your hands on his chest. Your eyes involuntarily darted past his shoulder to where Mingi was casually leaning against the shoe cabinet, silently watching the two of you, his arms crossed over his chest, a faint, hooded look in his eyes. You swallowed hard, leaning closer to San to whisper, "San... what's going on? You said the dorm would be empty. Why is Mingi here? Is everything okay?"
San didn't look startled or apologetic. Instead, a soft, incredibly gentle smile spread across his face, his dimples deepening in a way that usually calmed your anxiety instantly. He stroked your lower back, his thumb tracing a soothing circle through the fabric of your sweater.
"Everything is perfect," San whispered back, his voice incredibly tender, yet holding a strange, grounded weight. He took your hand, leading you gently into the living room, while Mingi followed a few steps behind, his heavy boots thudding softly on the floorboards.
San guided you to sit on the edge of the sofa, and instead of sitting next to you, he dropped to his knees on the rug right in front of you, looking up with absolute devotion. Mingi remained standing a few feet away, his towering shadow falling over the space, his gaze entirely fixed on your face, tracking every micro-expression.
"Do you remember what I told you in my text?" San asked gently, taking both of your hands in his, his thumbs rubbing the backs of your knuckles. "I told you I had a surprise for you."
You blinked, your heart hammering against your ribs. "Babe, I don't understand..."
"I know you've been carrying a lot of stress lately," San began, his eyes locking onto yours with total sincerity. "And I also know you've been carrying something else. A secret. Something you thought you had to hide from me to protect me."
Your breath hitched. Your hands turned cold inside his warm grip. He knew. Did he know about the glances? Did he know about the hallway at Inkigayo? Fear vied with the confusion in your chest.
"I'm not blind, my love," San continued, his voice dropping to a low, soothing purr. "And I know Mingi better than anyone. I've noticed how he looks at you. I've noticed the way the air changes whenever you two are in the same room. And..." He paused, tilting his head slightly, his gaze searching yours. "I've noticed the way you look back at him sometimes. The way your breath changes when he's near."
You felt a flush of heat rise from your neck straight to your cheeks. You wanted to protest, to explain that you were just trying not to cause drama, but San gently squeezed your hands, cutting off your defense before you could speak.
"You don't have to be scared. You're not in trouble, and I'm not angry," San said softly, a beautiful, completely unbothered smile touching his lips. "Mingi is my brother. We don't keep secrets from each other. A few weeks ago, he finally came to me. He confessed that he finds you incredibly attractive. He told me how much he desires you, but because he respects me, and because he respects our relationship, he was willing to keep his distance forever if that's what I wanted."
You looked up, your eyes wide, wide-eyed as you glanced past San toward Mingi. Mingi took a slow step forward, finally breaking his silence. His deep voice resonated through the quiet room, stripped of its usual stage, sounding raw and completely honest.
"It's true," Mingi murmured, his dark eyes burning with a mixture of vulnerability and intense desire. "I tried to suppress it. But every time I see you, every time you're near San, it's... it's hard to look away. You're beautiful. But I would never, ever do anything to hurt San, or to make you feel unsafe. That's why I told him."
San looked back up at you, his fingers gently tangling with yours. "When he told me, I didn't feel jealous. Because I trust him, and I trust you. And honestly... the thought of sharing something so intimate, something so beautiful, with the two people I love most in this world... it excited me."
The room felt entirely devoid of oxygen. The confusion that had gripped you earlier began to melt, replaced by a dizzying, intoxicating realization. The physical arousal that had been building since you watched them on the television screen was now roaring to life. Looking at San, kneeling so sweetly before you, and Mingi, standing just behind him like a dark, waiting shadow made your head spin.
"Mingi is the surprise," San murmured as he tried to wink, his voice a velvety temptation as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your knee. "He wants to be with us tonight. Physically. Intimately. And I want that too. We talked about it, we're both entirely on the same page, and we're both completely willing. But it all depends on you."
San reached up, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb wiping away the shock from your expression. His eyes were entirely devoid of pressure, offering you total control over the situation.
"We want to know what you think," San asked, his voice a soft, breathless plea. "Would you like to do this? Would you like to have both of us tonight?"
His thumb continues its gentle, soothing stroke against your cheek, his eyes bright and warm as he waits for your answer. Behind him, Mingi stands comfortably, leaning back slightly with his broad shoulders, his white shirt half-unbuttoned and a relaxed, quiet anticipation written across his features.
The initial surprise melts away, but before you jump in, a natural question springs to mind. You look down at San—at his easy, affectionate smile—and pull back just enough to check in with him.
"Baby..." you say, a soft chuckle cutting through the quiet. "Are you actually sure about this? Be totally real with me. Is this really something you want, or are you just being the 'ultimate supportive best friend' to Mingi?"
San laughs softly, a light, genuine sound that instantly takes any remaining weight out of the room. He leans up, pressing a quick, sweet kiss to the palm of your hand before looking back at you with a playful sparkle in his eyes.
"I am a hundred percent sure," San says, his tone totally relaxed and confident. "I wouldn't have brought him through that door if I wasn't. Seeing the two of you together, knowing how attractive he finds you and knowing you've been secretly sneaking glances at him too... it's hot. I'm completely on board."
Behind him, Mingi cracks a subtle, handsome grin, shaking his head slightly at San's openness as the last bit of his own quiet reserve vanishes.
You look between the two of them—your boyfriend smiling up at you from the floor and Mingi looking down at you with that magnetic, confident charm—and a grin breaks across your face.
"Alright," you say, as you blushed "I want it too".
San lets out a soft, triumphant laugh, standing up in one fluid motion and pulling you off the couch and straight into his arms. He cups your face gently, pressing a lively, deeply affectionate kiss to your lips that instantly melts away any remaining hesitation. His mouth moves against yours with a sweet, familiar rhythm, making your heart race as his hands slide down to rest warmly against your waist.
When he finally pulls back just an inch, his dark eyes are sparkling with a mixture of playful mischief and absolute devotion. His dimples deepen as he smiles down at you, leaning in to press one last tender kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"Now..." San murmurs softly, his voice dropping into a low, teasing tone against your ear. "Be a good girl, and go over to Mingi."
A thrill runs down your spine at his words. San gives your waist a gentle, encouraging pat, stepping back just enough to hand you over with total confidence.
You turn toward Mingi, who hasn't taken his eyes off you for a single second. Standing taller than both of you, leaning back with effortless confidence, he watches you approach. The quiet reserve from earlier is completely gone, replaced by a dark, magnetic intensity.
As soon as you close the small distance between you, Mingi doesn't wait. His long arm reaches out, his large hand wrapping securely around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. The contrast is instant and intoxicating—where San’s energy is bright, fluid, and sweet, Mingi’s presence is pure, unyielding gravity.
"Finally," Mingi murmurs, a low, rumbling growl deep in his chest.
He bends down, his dark eyes locking onto yours for one breathless second before his mouth claims yours. The kiss is deep, heavy, and completely uncompromising, his thumb resting firmly against your jawline to hold you steady while he takes his time with you. It’s a grounded, intense declaration of every lingering glance and unspoken desire from the past few months.
Behind you, San watches with a pleased, easy smile, stepping in close to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and pressing soft, warm kisses to your neck while Mingi holds you hooked in the kiss.
"Did you like the surprise baby?" San whispers playfully against your skin, making you shiver. "Thought you would like it."
You pulled away from Mingi's lips to answer. "Yes."
You didn't hesitate for a second before kissing him again. Part of you even felt as though it was a tiny act of infidelity, because who in their right mind wants to kiss their boyfriend's best friend that badly?
"Good. Now stop kissing him and tell him how wet and turned on you get every time you look at him."
Your cheeks flushed even deeper, if that was even possible.
"That's embarrassing."
San let out a soft chuckle. "Not my problem. That's your problem, for being such a slut and getting turned on by my best friend."
You knew he didn't mean it in a degrading way, and somehow that only turned you on even more.
"Mingi, I ate her pussy once while she was watching one of your fancams. I thought she was just watching at you innocently, but when I pulled down her pants and took off her underwear, I realized how wet she was."
You watched as Mingi's—who hadn't taken his eyes off you for a single second—gaze darkened.
"Is that true?"
Suddenly, you were a loss for words, feeling completely exposed. Your boyfriend had just revealed something deeply intimate about you in front of the very person involved. You wished a black hole would open beneath your feet and swallow you whole.
When Mingi realized you weren't answering, he added, "Please answer. I'm about to burst."
A little embarrassed, you gave a small nod.
"I wish you'd been there. It didn't even take her two minutes to cum," San said with a smile.
That was enough for Mingi to grab you by the legs, lifting you into the air while he kissed you as he made his way toward the bedroom, with your boyfriend following behind.
When his legs touched the bed, he gently set you down on the mattress.
He took a step back and paused to look at you. "You've hit the jackpot. Your girlfriend is the prettiest and hottest woman in the world."
San looked at you with a proud smile. "She is. For today I'll let you be the first one to make her cum. Treat her well."
Your boyfriend placed a kiss on your forehead before walking over to the armchair beside the bed and sitting down.
As he moved to his new spot, he gave you a clear view of the mirror across from the bed. You looked like a dog in heat—your eyes seemed to beg for someone to fuck you in this instant, your hair was messy, and your cheeks were flushed.
And there he was, standing with his back to the mirror, simply watching you as he wondered where to begin with you.
"Would you kiss me? Please," you pleaded, pouting slightly.
That was the moment he lost all self-control, thowing himself over you to kiss you with force.
He was nothing like San. Sure, there were times when your boyfriend got a little rough in bed, but he had always been gentle with you, unlike his best friend.
You deepened the kiss, your hand gently caressing the back of his neck before slowly sliding up into his hair, tangling your fingers in it and giving it a gentle tug, winning a moan from Mingi.
"Do you want me to fuck you now?" he said while unzipping his jean.
"Yes, please," you pleaded.
As soon as he got rid of all his clothes, he pulled your hoodie over your head.
"You have no panties, what a slut." He then slapped your cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make your face turn to the right, leaving you face-to-face with your boyfriend.
But at that moment, you couldn't have been more grateful to Mingi, because the view was breathtaking. San jerking off at the sight of you being used by his friend as he bites his lip.
That made you feel an almost unreal level of desire.
Mingi must saw how wet you were cause he interrupt your thoughts to say: "Wow, so you like the idea of your boyfriend watching as his best friend insert his dick inside your pussy."
No more than a second passed before you felt how his dick made its way deep into your pussy. You couldn’t tell the difference between him and your boyfriend because they were almost the same size and thickness. Your eyes widened, as did your mouth, and you let out a loud moan that you were worried that your neighbors would complain about it.
You turned to face Mingi, but he cupped your cheeks in his hand and turned your face back toward San.
“Look at him, you should thank him for making this happen. Say it.”
“Thanks for this.”
Mingi shook his head from side to side as he increased his speed. 'Nuh-uh, tell him ‘thanks for letting your friend fuck me like a doll’ now say it”
“Baby” yo called. San raised his eyebrows and gestured for you to speak.“Thanks for letting your friend fuck me like a doll. Oh god.”
Your vision began to blur, and for a moment, you lost all sense of time and space.
“Mingi, keep going, she is about to cum.”
“Awww doll, are you going to cum all over my cock? Is that right? Does he know you that well? Does my cock feel that good that you are about to cum? or is it because it’s me?. Answer”
“You feel soooo goo-oh my god!” and that was it, you cum as your eyes rolled back.
Mingi slowed down, giving you time to recover. “ We're not done yet. On all fours.” demanded while getting out of you and circled around to positioned himself in front of you.
You glanced over your shoulder at San, positioning himself behind you, while Mingi inserted his dick in your mouth.
“Baby, you did so good. I’m proud of you, you are taking me so well, Just like you did with him. Be good one last time and suck his dick”
By that time you mouth was already opened for Mingi, wanting to suck him dry and feel his cum going down your throat.
“Your mouth feels amazing princess, how lucky is San to have you, to have this beautiful girl who suck his dick or shove himself inside you. I’m so jealous” Mingi said while holding your head with both hands and pulled you toward his pelvis.
“Baby, are you ready for me to fill you up? then it’s Mingi's time, you’ll have both our babies in your warm pussy. You’ll get filled up twice. Would you like that?”
You had to stop sucking Mingi’s cock for a second to answer. “Yes, gosh, I would love that. Please cum inside of me.”
San didn’t need another word, his cum spilling in your cunt as he let out a loud moan. “Are you close? It’s your turn now.” He says to Mingi.
“Move.” He commanded. Then he proceded to shove his dick in where seconds ago San’s cock was. “Pretty girl, are you enjoying yourself? you have two mans going crazy over you. I’ll fill you up so good, that when you get pregnant you won’t even know who’s baby is it.”
The simple thought of that took you over the edge again, but you were trying to wait for the perfect moment.
“Awwww, my baby is going to cum again. Baby, can you hold it for a second? Mingi is almost there.” San said as he gently patted your head.
You kept nodding, focusing on waiting for Mingi to tell you when you could
“Are you ready? let’s do it at the same time.” Mingi let out a breath. “Now, let go.”
You didn’t know how to explain it, but that moment felt magical. You had two men who cared about you by your side while you cum. You could feel the exact moment when Mingi's cum mixed with San's.
And if we’re being realistic, you were no saint, you loved the sensation of having two different cums inside, with the doubt of not knowing whose it would be if you ended up pregnant.
While Mingi went to get a towel to clean the three of you, you stayed in bed talking with San.
“Are you ok baby? Was it too much?” San asked you with loving eyes as you gave him a thumbs up.
“No, it was perfect. Thank you.” You smiled at him fondly. “Are you okay, though? Do you regret it?”
“No! My darling, I would do anything for you. I know how long you’ve wanted this, and that’s why we’re here. This won’t change anything. But I'm not gonna lie, i’m a little jealous that you came at the same time as him. But I know I can do it every single day, he is our guest of honor, I'll let him have that.” he chuckled.
Once everyone was clean, you decided it was time to go to sleep. As you drifted off, you couldn’t help but wonder if this would be the last time you were with Mingi. Would he want to do it again? But more importantly, would San want to?
Author's note: As promised, here it is — the next descent into madness. And yes, it’s Matz. Of course it’s Matz. Who else could match Hwa’s hunger, his devotion, his darkness? This chapter wrote itself in fevered whispers and smoke. I don’t know peace anymore — just the image of two monsters ruining and worshiping you in equal measure. Should I write another part? Or a softer filler to soothe the ache? Let me know what you crave. I’m listening. I do welcome feedback or any thoughts! Enjoy~ Bye-um~
Pairings: Seonghwa x Reader x Hongjoong
Description: When Joong, a dangerously charming demon from Hwa’s past, shows up at your door, you don't expect the shift it stirs in your carefully built rhythm. But what begins as curiosity quickly spirals into raw hunger, unspoken desires, and a night that changes everything. You’re not just Hwa’s anymore.
Warnings: Smut (18+), supernatural elements, intense oral sex (f receiving), double vaginal penetration (DV), rough sex, possessiveness, cockwarming, cumplay, creampie, overstimulation, filthy talk, power dynamics, light restraint, jealousy-laced desire, voyeurism, exhibitionism (mirror), dominance/submission themes, Hwa being soft but controlling, Joong being unhinged and hungry, worship kink, slight power imbalance, supernatural influence, minor dubcon implications (due to demonic pull), soul-deep claiming, sacred-level ruining, reader discretion advised—proceed only if you're ready to be claimed.
Read Before Proceeding: This content is for mature audiences only. It contains explicit sexual material and detailed depictions of sexual acts. Reader discretion is strongly advised. MDNI — Minors Do Not Interact. As always, take care of yourselves, read responsibly, and know exactly what you’re walking into before you do.
Chapters: Summoned to Ruin - Pt. 1 | Summoned to Ruin - Pt. 1.5
Masterlist for my page: Lies Lost In Silence
Taglist: (still a work in progress - do lemme know if yall wanna be tagged in future creations): @raicecakes-and-buldak
Over time, Hwa and I slipped into a rhythm that felt almost otherworldly. A routine stitched with intimacy and laughter, heat and hunger. Our lives became entangled—two shadows always finding one another, no matter the hour.
He filled my home with something I never thought I’d have: warmth. Comfort. Love. He became my reason to come home, to stay home. He matched my darkness and I matched his, two imperfect pieces that somehow fit with terrifying ease.
We talked endlessly. About everything and nothing. About the sun and the moon, about humanity and the void between. With Hwa, I never had to hide the broken parts of me. He never tried to fix them—he simply held them.
He called me his mate. Always with certainty, like it was etched into the universe itself.
I, on the other hand, still fumbled with what to call him. Mate? Partner? Boyfriend? None of it felt big enough. But I knew one thing—he was mine. In every way. In this life and whatever came after.
Then, one day, there was a knock at the door.
When I opened it, a man stood there dressed in all black—tailored slacks, sleek shirt, and sunglasses despite the fading daylight. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I felt them. Felt them like they were peeling me apart with a glance.
“Yes?” I asked, hesitating.
His voice was low. Smooth. Sin wrapped in silk. “I’m here for Hwa.”
My stomach tightened.
How does he know Hwa? How does he know he’s here?
As if sensing the tension spike in me, Hwa appeared at my side in an instant. His hands cradled my face, his eyes scanning mine. “What’s wrong?” he asked gently.
I didn’t answer. I simply pointed toward the doorway.
Hwa turned, and when he saw the man, he blinked in disbelief. “Joong?”
His voice cracked into a disbelieving laugh. “What the hell, man? What are you doing here?”
The man grinned. It was lazy. Sharp. Dangerous. “Missed you,” he said simply, stepping closer. “Thought I’d drop by.”
Hwa turned back to me, hand still resting against my cheek. “He’s a close friend, love,” he said. “Would it be alright if he came in?”
I hesitated again—but nodded. The unease melted under Hwa’s touch.
“Of course,” I said softly, stepping aside. “Come in. Make yourself at home.”
Joong entered smoothly, shrugging off his jacket. The two of them took seats on the couch while I fetched him a glass of water. When I returned, Joong removed his sunglasses—and I froze.
His eyes.
The irises were gone, swallowed whole by black. Endless and gleaming.
Hwa caught my reaction. “Joong’s a demon,” he explained. “One of the oldest. He’s been in my life a long time.”
Joong offered me a surprisingly warm smile. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I don’t bite unless asked.”
That made me laugh softly, easing some of the weight in my chest. I smiled back and returned to the kitchen, but I felt it. A gaze. Heavy. Lingered.
When I looked up, Joong was watching me.
His eyes roamed—slow and unapologetic. From my face to my hips, like he was memorizing every inch. But what startled me most was the realization that I liked it.
That sly, knowing grin he gave me as I caught his gaze?
It ignited something low in my stomach.
He was handsome. Devilishly so.
His black polo clung to him in all the right ways, and a tattoo peeked out from under one sleeve—bold lines against tan skin that I suddenly had the urge to trace with my tongue.
Later, I had plans to meet a friend, so I excused myself. By the time I returned, the air was warmer. Laughter echoed from the living room. Their bond was easy, nostalgic, like something older than time.
I greeted them and slipped away for a shower. By the time I returned to my bedroom, I tucked myself under the covers with a book, not wanting to interrupt their conversation.
Then—
A soft knock.
Hwa entered the room, sitting on the edge of the bed with a look in his eyes that made my skin warm instantly.
“I have a question for you,” he said. His voice was gentle but layered with something else—anticipation.
I closed my book and nodded. “What is it?”
He hesitated, then looked into my eyes. “How would you feel about being shared tonight?”
My breath caught. “Shared?” I repeated, the word curling on my tongue.
“Yes. Both Joong and me… with you.”
He stood and extended his hand, the choice unspoken but clear. No pressure. No expectation. Only invitation.
I looked at his hand.
Then I reached out… and placed mine in his.
We left the bedroom together, my heart racing as we walked into the living room—
Where Joong was already waiting.
The moment I stepped into the hall, Joong’s eyes snapped to me. He was still lounging on the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest—but the second he saw my hand in Hwa’s, something shifted in his gaze.
The grin that spread across his lips was slow. Dangerous.
Predatory.
“You really are full of surprises,” he murmured, voice like smoke curling around my skin. “You summoned an incubus… and you’re brave enough to take the two of us?”
Hwa kissed the back of my neck. “She was made for us.”
Joong approached slowly, brushing a knuckle under my chin. “Do I get to taste you too, pretty girl?”
“You can taste whatever you want,” I whispered.
We moved to the couch. I was caged between them—Hwa grounding, Joong electric.
Joong kissed me first—filthy, hungry, all tongue and heat—while Hwa’s hands slid under my robe, peeling it away with reverent ease. His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing skin, while Joong rolled my nipple between his fingers, pulling a moan from deep in my chest.
When the robe slipped away, I was bare. Exposed. Theirs.
Joong pulled away to admire me. “She looks good like this, doesn’t she?”
“She always does,” Hwa said, kissing down my spine. “But wait until she breaks.”
Hwa’s breath was warm against my skin as he sat down and pulled me onto his lap, my back to his chest. His thighs caged mine as his hands slid slowly up the inside of them, fingers teasing until they reached the edge of my robe.
“Relax for me, baby,” he whispered, voice thick with lust. “Let him see how beautiful you are like this. Let him see what’s his now, too.”
He tugged the robe open and spread my legs wide, baring me completely. The air hit my soaked folds and I shivered—not from cold, but from the weight of their gaze.
Joong’s eyes darkened.
He dropped to his knees like a man in prayer, positioning himself between my thighs with reverence and hunger warring in his expression. His hands slid up the outsides of my legs, then curled under—palms warm, thumbs brushing the crease where thigh met hip.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he said, voice barely more than a growl. “And you’re going to love it.”
Then he leaned in.
The first lick was torturously slow—tongue dragging up my folds with deliberate pressure, like he was savoring every second. I jolted, hips twitching, but Hwa’s hands held me steady, fingers wrapped around my waist.
Joong licked again, this time circling my clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard.
A cry tore from my lips.
My head fell back onto Hwa’s shoulder, and he chuckled darkly. “That’s it, baby. Just feel. Let him worship you.”
Joong was relentless. His tongue flicked and swirled, alternating between soft teasing and fast, precise pressure. Each suck was perfectly timed, each lick designed to bring me to the edge again and again—but never quite over.
“She tastes even better than she smells,” Joong moaned into me, voice muffled by my cunt. “So fucking sweet.”
I whimpered, hips bucking again, and Hwa tightened his grip.
“Be still,” he whispered into my ear. “You’ll come when we let you.”
He bent his head and kissed the side of my neck—slow, open-mouthed kisses that turned into wet sucks, his teeth grazing before biting down gently. I gasped, thighs trembling, overwhelmed.
His hands moved up to my chest. He cupped my breasts, kneading softly at first, then rougher, until my nipples hardened against his palms. He pinched—just enough to sting—and I arched into his touch.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he growled into my skin. “Dripping all over Joong’s tongue. So needy. So fucking ready.”
“Please,” I moaned. “I—I’m so close—please—”
Joong growled into me. “Beg for it. I want to hear it.”
“Please let me come. Please—fuck—please, I need it, I need you—”
“You wanna come on his mouth?” Hwa asked, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles just above where Joong licked. “While I mark every inch of your skin?”
“Yes—yes, please—”
“Then do it, baby,” Hwa whispered, lips brushing my ear. “Let go. Let him taste how much you need us.”
Joong flattened his tongue against my clit and sucked hard—and I broke.
My orgasm ripped through me, fast and violent. My thighs clamped around his head, back arched, toes curling as a cry spilled from my lips. Hwa moaned behind me, hands gripping my waist as Joong licked me through it, slow and greedy, lapping up every wave as I trembled and fell apart in their hands.
When I finally collapsed against Hwa’s chest, limp and ruined, Joong pulled back—his mouth and chin slick with me, eyes wild.
“She’s addictive,” he rasped.
Hwa’s hand slid from my waist down to Joong’s jaw, tilting his face upward. “Jealous?” Joong smirked.
Hwa didn’t speak.
He just pulled Joong up by the collar and kissed him.
It was brutal. Filthy. Tongues clashing, lips bruising, teeth scraping. I moaned at the sight, hand slipping between my legs again without even thinking, fingers circling my clit slowly as they devoured each other.
It was raw, unfiltered hunger. Like tasting each other meant tasting me. Like they were claiming each other in front of me, with me still slick on their mouths.
Joong’s hands gripped Hwa’s shirt, pulling him closer, and Hwa deepened the kiss with a growl. Their mouths moved like this wasn’t the first time—like they knew each other’s pace, rhythm, fire.
My fingers worked faster. I couldn’t look away.
Joong broke the kiss first, lips red and wet. He turned slightly to look at me, grinning as he caught me touching myself.
“Look at her,” he said, voice wrecked. “Fucking herself to us.”
Hwa groaned, eyes locked on mine. “Can you blame her?”
He slid his hand to my throat, not squeezing—just resting there, claiming. “You like watching us, baby?” he whispered.
I nodded, breathless.
“You want to see what we do,” he murmured, “when we both want something? How we share… how we take?”
I didn’t speak.
I didn’t need to.
He saw my answer in the way I trembled.
He grinned.
“Then get ready, baby. Because tonight, we take.”
Joong stood and extended a hand. “Come here, sweetheart.”
I stood on shaking legs, and he pulled me gently toward him…
Joong guided me to the mirror beside the couch, the cool floor pressing against my feet as my heart raced. My reflection stared back—flushed, lips swollen, skin marked with kisses and bites, glistening between the legs. I looked ruined. Ravished. Wanted.
Joong stood behind me, one hand possessive on my stomach. “I want you to watch yourself while we fuck you,” he murmured against my ear, his voice pure sin. “Want you to see what we turn you into.”
Hwa stepped in front of me and cupped my face, his kiss deep and grounding as Joong knelt behind. He spread my legs and lifted one to his shoulder, exposing me completely.
Then his tongue was on me again.
Long, slow, devastating strokes that made my knees buckle. He licked with precision—flicking my clit, then sucking hard, his tongue fucking into me just to hear me whimper. My moans were swallowed in Hwa’s mouth, my hands gripping his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me standing.
“Good girl,” Hwa whispered, breaking the kiss. “Take him.”
Joong didn’t stop until my thighs trembled. Until my hips jerked with every flick of his tongue. Until I was on the edge again.
Then his voice was dark and rough. “On the couch. Now.”
They moved me onto all fours like I was weightless—like I belonged to them. Joong knelt behind me, thick cock nudging at my entrance before he slammed in, hard and deep. My gasp turned into a moan, but I didn’t even have time to catch my breath—Hwa was already in front of me, unzipping his pants, his cock flushed and ready.
“Can you suck me while he fucks you?” he asked, voice low and wrecked.
I opened my mouth without hesitation and took him in, moaning around him as Joong pounded into me, hips slapping against my ass. I was filled completely—stretched around Joong’s cock, my mouth full of Hwa. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think.
Hwa thrust slowly into my mouth, his hand cupping my cheek, thumb wiping away a tear that had escaped from the intensity. “So good for us,” he whispered. “Such a good girl.”
I moaned around him in response.
Joong leaned over me, panting into my ear. “Come on my cock, pretty girl. Let Hwa see what I do to you.”
“Let me see you fall apart for us,” Hwa added, voice shaking with restraint.
And I did.
My orgasm ripped through me, a wild, choking cry muffled around Hwa’s cock. My entire body shuddered as Joong thrust harder, deeper, fucking me through it until he groaned and spilled inside me, hot and thick.
Hwa pulled out of my mouth and stroked himself quickly, then came across my chest and lips with a ragged moan of my name.
I collapsed between them, panting and absolutely ruined.
Joong leaned in and brushed my hair back with a smirk. “You’re dangerous,” he murmured. “No wonder Hwa’s obsessed.”
And Hwa? He scooped me up like I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest.
“You were mine first,” he whispered against my hair. “But now you’re ours.”
I thought we were done.
But Joong was already seated again, cock hard and glistening with the mix of me and him. He watched me with hunger still sharp in his eyes, legs spread wide in invitation.
Hwa wasn’t far behind. His lips brushed my shoulder, breath warm as he whispered, “You still have more to give, don’t you?”
I could barely nod, body spent but still aching. Still needy. My limbs were trembling, but my core throbbed, clenching on nothing.
“Please,” I breathed. “I want more.”
Joong grinned and held his hand out. “Come ride me, sweetheart.”
Hwa guided me toward him, helping me straddle Joong’s lap. Joong’s hands found my waist, grounding me. His cock pressed at my entrance again, and when I lowered myself, he slid in effortlessly. My walls fluttered, stretched and soaked, but greedy for more.
“You feel that?” he whispered, voice thick with desire. “Already stuffed full of me again… and you still want more?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
Hwa was behind me now, stroking himself slowly, eyes locked on where Joong disappeared inside me.
“I want to feel her too,” he murmured. “At the same time.”
The thought made me moan—filthy and desperate.
“You want us both, baby?” he asked, kissing along my spine. “Both of our cocks in your pretty little pussy?”
“Yes—yes, please—fuck, I want it so bad.”
Joong groaned, thrusting up into me once. “You hear that? She wants to be stretched, ruined. You gonna give it to her, Hwa?”
“Oh, I’m gonna give it to her,” he growled.
Joong leaned back slightly and pulled one of my cheeks to the side, giving Hwa a perfect view.
“Breathe, baby,” Hwa whispered. “Just relax for me.”
I felt him press against me—his cock thick, hot, already leaking. He rubbed himself along where Joong was buried deep, then slowly pushed forward, just the tip.
The stretch was unbelievable.
“Fuuuuck,” I cried, head falling back on Joong’s shoulder. “I—fuck—it’s so much—”
“Shh,” Hwa soothed, kissing my neck. “Just a little more, you can take it, baby.”
He pushed deeper.
I could feel everything—Joong already bottomed out inside me, and now Hwa’s cock sliding in, the tight squeeze making my walls ache and flutter.
They both groaned when Hwa finally sank all the way in.
“Holy fuck,” Joong gasped, hands trembling against my waist. “She’s squeezing us both—so fucking tight.”
“Feel so full,” I whimpered, voice shaking. “So fucking full—can’t move—”
“Yeah?” Hwa growled. “Does it feel good?”
“So good,” I sobbed. “So good for you—for both of you—”
“Use your words, sweetheart,” Joong coaxed, thrusting his hips just slightly. “Tell us how much you need it.”
“Need you. Need this. Both of you. Please—fuck me.”
That was all they needed.
They started moving—slow at first, shallow rolls of their hips, but even that made my vision blur. Each thrust pushed me between them, their cocks dragging against each other inside me, stretching me wider than ever before.
They found a rhythm. Joong would thrust up as Hwa pulled back, then switch. I was suspended between them, completely stuffed, completely theirs.
Every inch of my pussy was filled. Every nerve ending alight.
“Fucking hell, look at her,” Joong moaned. “She’s shaking—fucking clenching down like she never wants to let go.”
“She was made for this,” Hwa growled. “Made for us. You love it, don’t you, baby? Love being used like this?”
“Yes,” I cried. “Love it—please don’t stop—I’m so close—”
“You’re gonna come like this?” Joong panted. “While we both fuck you in the same tight hole?”
“Please—please, I can’t—”
“You can,” Hwa whispered against my neck. “Just a little more. You can take it, baby.”
They thrust harder, rougher now. Joong’s head dropped to my shoulder, sweat slicking his chest. Hwa had one hand between my legs, rubbing my clit fast and tight.
The pressure was unbearable.
And then I shattered.
My scream echoed through the room as my orgasm crashed over me—violent and blinding. My walls clenched around them, pulsing hard, and both men groaned loud as they followed.
Joong came first, cock twitching as he spilled deep inside me, hips jerking.
Hwa thrust three more times before he cursed and buried himself fully, flooding me until I could feel it leaking out around both their cocks.
They stayed like that for a moment—breathless, pressed to my body, caging me in.
I was shaking.
Destroyed.
Overflowing.
Joong kissed the side of my face gently. “You fucking angel. No one else could take that like you.”
Hwa pulled out slowly, watching the cum drip down my thighs. “Ours,” he whispered again, pressing a kiss to my temple. “All fucking ours.”
They carried me back to the bed, laying me between them like something sacred.
They just held me—bodies still tangled, hearts still racing, lips brushing over every inch of my skin like they couldn’t stop touching me.
i was training a young person at work, and she referred to sexual assault as "SA" out loud, and i immediately was like, "no, it's sexual assault, call it what it is," bc idgaf if the algorithm overlords have taught y'all that you should fear direct language, how tf do any of you expect to ever address real issues with any amount of seriousness if you can't even say the words? imagine an advocate looking a sexual assault survivor in the eyes and asking "did he grape you?" it's absolutely fucking absurd, but these young interns and new hires are coming into an environment where we deal with survivors of all different kinds of abuse, and they're coming with the mindset that the words are as bad as the actions, and that makes them shitty at the job and look juvenile af
i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience
say the fucking words, guys. just say the goddamn words before i go insane!!!
How Did We Get Here? - Prologue Part 1 (Yunho/fem!reader)
Pairing: Jeong Yunho/reader
Word count: 1k
Genre: Smut, angst, toxic relationship
Summary: Looking back, you can see it, how he slowly got you to your limits and pushed you over. But in the moment, he was just Yunho.
Contains: Toxic dom!Yunho, humiliation, degradation, begging, butt plug, painal, sadism/masochism, not safe sane and consensual, dubious consent, Daddy and puppy as titles, manipulation.
A/N: This man has me in a chokehold again and no one is allowed to look into why he makes for such a good villain in my eyes! This one is for my beloved beta and bestie @gooddaykate and the number one toxic Yunho enjoyer @sancerely-yours!
Enjoy!
Yunho Masterlist
Series Masterlist Chapter 1
"I’m scared, baby." You whisper, looking back over your shoulder as Yunho rubs the lube over your hole transfixed by the way it almost gives way when he presses his thumb against it.
"I know, but you're being so brave for me." He says, smacking your ass to take your mind off your nerves. "Such a good puppy."
"P-please don't call me that, it's embarrassing." You whimper, hiding your face in your hands but he can see the way your pussy clenches at the name.
"Why? Is it really that embarrassing to be sweet? To be loyal and caring?" He gives it a push and his thumb slips inside, loving the way you fight the instinct to pull away from the unfamiliar feeling. "So eager to please?"
"I'm not a dog, Yunho." You throw back but your voice is breathy, and he can see just how wet you're getting.
"You're right, you're not a dog. You're a puppy." He chuckles, feeling you clench down on his thumb. "My sweet, adorable little puppy who always makes me so happy."
"Baby…"
"Hm?" Yunho hums, pushing further until you've taken him to the first knuckle, giggling when you yelp. "What is it, puppy? Talk to Daddy."
"M-my clit," You mumble into the covers. and he smacks you again to make you lift your head. "Please touch it. Need it."
"Aw, good job, pup. Good job telling Daddy you're feeling needy." You're drenched now and he takes his time ghosting his fingers over your clit, keeping you in the discomfort a little longer. "I'm so proud of you, baby. You're being so brave even though I told you you didn't have anything to worry about. Silly puppy."
Soft circles on your clit and he starts moving his thumb. Slowly in and out, feeling your hole relaxing ever so slightly every time he pulls back.
You're squeezing him, the humiliation and submission working your brain into accepting what you'd previously been so apprehensive about.
"Think my good girl can handle two fingers?"
"N-no, it'll hurt."
"Only a little bit, it's part of it. But I won't let you tear, I promise." He coos, leaning over you to kiss your shoulder, a weak little whimper leaving you at the softness of the action. "I know you can do it, just relax."
He pulls out, still circling your clit as he gives you more lube, watching it gather at the tiny gape before he brings his fingers back.
He has to smack your ass a couple more times before you're relaxed enough to take him and he almost comes watching your hole stretch obscenely around his digits to the sound of your sobs.
"Yunho please-" You whine, gasping when his first knuckles push inside. "It's too much. It hurts."
"You can always use your safeword if you don't think you can handle it." He says, pausing but not pulling out to let you stretch further while you gather your thoughts. "But I know you can. I'd never give you more than I know you can handle."
Your silence is a victory, and he pulls back an inch before slowly pushing back, increasing the pressure on your clit to what he knows you like.
"Do you trust me, pup?"
You shiver, ass squeezing him so tight he actually worries you might hurt yourself.
"I-I do."
"Then say it like you mean it. Like I taught you."
The breath you take is a big one, pushing the remaining silly thoughts out of your pretty head, and he grins watching you obey.
"I trust you, Daddy."
"That's it." He coos, pushing deeper while continuing the circles on your clit, knowing you're getting close. "You're so perfect, baby, such a beautiful puppy for me. You're everything to me. Let me give you everything you need, everything my perfect girl could ever want."
"D-Daddy!"
"What do you say, puppy? What do perfect girls say when they want to come?"
"I'm yours, Daddy, please let me come!"
He finally bottoms out, two fingers pushed as deep as they can go inside your virgin hole, and the sobs it draws from you are magical.
"Come for me, puppy."
You've never orgasmed harder.
Yunho's fingers on your clit prolongs your climax, as he whispers what a perfect puppy you are for him, how lucky he is to have you in his life, that good puppies get treats.
It's only when you reach back, trying to stop the overstimulation that he pulls the fingers out of your ass and reaches for the plug. It's only the smallest one but you still manage to struggle before he gets it in properly, continuing to rub your sore clit while it settles inside you.
He pulls down his sweats and sheaths himself balls deep in your pussy, grabbing hold of your now flailing arms to hold them still at the small of your back as he starts fucking you.
You're so fucking tight with the plug in you, and the little whimpers and grunts his hips punch out of you on every stroke has him on the edge embarrassingly fast.
He rubs you harder as he gets close, leaving you shaking as it's all too much for your poor body to handle.
"Come for me again, puppy." He moans, your pussy fluttering and clenching around him like crazy. "Come and show me my good girl likes to be stuffed full."
…not me picking apart (read: dying over) the summary, of all things, “But in the moment, he was just Yunho.” tell me WHY does this sound soft, it’s reading nostalgic, it’s reading wistful (it’s reading he’s my favorite mistake 😭 real we could have had it all vibes! am projecting and unrepentant) /and/ you’re making this another mini series?? literally tossing and turning, you feed us so! well!
"You're so perfect, baby, such a beautiful puppy for me. You're everything to me. Let me give you everything you need, everything my perfect girl could ever want."
what. have. we. here!! is it any wonder she lets him do whatever he wants, when he coaxes as sugary sweet as this!! especially while she’s under? urging her to trust him, to surrender, because he’ll take care of (her) everything?? i’m so torn and loving it because he’s almost /gentle/ as he breaks her down, and that’s the killer isn’t it? how he soothes away the hurt he deals and convinces her it’s not that bad, right? it’s actually good, right? goodness when he insists on calling her puppy even when she asks him not to? just plowing onwards as if she’s the one! being unreasonable! how he placates her while simultaneously being mildly condescending please the voice you give him does things to me 😌 this whole process is so slick and seamless, how he glosses over each protest with praise, each discomfort with positive reinforcement? associating pleasure with reward ah, hindsight’s 20/20 but even then i have blinders on!! you had me pick my poison and i’m chugging it hot damn
GAAAAAAH I'M SO EXCITED HOLY SHIT!!! (I'm not doing zoomies, you are!)
Hold on I'm posting the second one right now cause you made me so happy!!
Hindsight really is 20/20 but love, like Lady Justice, is a blind bitch and don't see colors so no red flags detected with Yunho!
He broke her down so beautifully, didn't he? Just little by little, fracture by fracture until he'd ruined her and shaped her into someone she didn't even know anymore. Just constantly making her brain associate pain, discomfort and humiliation with praise and affection, needing so badly for him to love her that she forgets how to love herself.
He's so sweet when he wants to be - us and reader just falling right for him despite all these weird grey flags everywhere
Weeeeeellll if she gets hurt it's going to take weeks to convince her to try again, and like he said in the main story, he doesn't enjoy seeing her bleed 😇 (#green flag)
VERY responsible owner! You can't startle puppies right off the bat, everyone knows that!
How Did We Get Here? - Prologue Part 3 (Yunho/fem!reader)
Pairing: Jeong Yunho/reader
Word count: 1,3k
Genre: Smut, angst, toxic relationship
Summary: Looking back, you can see it, how he slowly got you to your limits and pushed you over. But in the moment, he was just Yunho.
Contains: Toxic dom!Yunho, humiliation, degradation, begging, butt plug, inspection, painal, sadism/masochism, not safe sane and consensual, extremely dubious consent bordering non-consent, Daddy and puppy as titles, manipulation, assumed CNC but is it though?
A/N: I have nothing to add about this man, other than the fact I'm feral for him and he needs to take responsibility! This one is for my beloved beta and bestie @gooddaykate and the number one toxic Yunho enjoyer @sancerely-yours!
Enjoy!
Series Masterlist
Prologue Part 2 Prologue Part 4
"Yunho, I don't have time for this." You say as your boyfriend pushes you down on the counter and holds you there.
"You agreed to the rules, pup. You'll make time."
"I'm serious!" You try to wiggle out of his hold but the way he's pushing you down by the back of your neck makes it difficult, and you claw at his hands as he pins you to the counter.
"Stay still." He growls, momentarily releasing your neck to lock your wrists in your cuffs behind your back, before pushing you back down. "Do you really want me to punish you again?"
You'd made yourself come last night while he was out with his friends and he'd paddled your ass so hard, sitting is going to be hell today.
You stop resisting him, but you're nowhere near relaxed, earning yourself a sharp smack that makes your knees buckle and tears well up in your eyes.
"If you just did as you're told, I wouldn't have to do this, pup, you know that." He sighs but you don't apologize like you usually do. "You're being bad right now, puppy, and you know how I feel about badly behaved mutts."
The shiver of fear that runs through you has your legs shifting open for him as you force yourself to relax, tears now running freely down your face.
"I'm sorry, Daddy." You whisper, your ass hurting too much to be able to handle another punishment, and the hand that comes to knead your bruised cheek has you sobbing.
"You should be." Yunho says, watching you fight the need to pull away again, giving your stinging flesh an extra firm squeeze to make you whimper. "I taught you better than this."
"I'm going to be late for work." You continue to whisper, flinching when he rips your panties off to reveal the shameful wetness between your legs, and the base of your plug.
"I don't care. You’ll make time." He says, pulling down his sweats and coats himself in your arousal. "You always fight it and yet you always get so wet when I make you submit to me. Doesn't that say something about you, pup? That you actually like it?"
"I don't." You whimper as he kicks your legs more open, only to panic when he starts pulling on the plug. "Wait, no, no, Yunho, I don't want that!"
"Hush, puppy. You've known it was coming, if you hadn't been such a bitch this morning, I would have let you have your first time on the bed, but you made your decision."
"No, Yunho please, please don't!" You cry, pulling on your restraints as he lines himself up and slowly pushes inside your virgin hole.
"You have the power to stop it, puppy. Why aren't you using it?" He moans as he slowly but surely opens you up on his cock, as your insides burn and your pussy drips onto the floor.
You don't know. Your head's a fucking mess. You plead and beg with him to stop, and yet the safeword for emergencies lingers on the edge of your mind and you don't reach for it.
He would stop. You know he would. He's never not listened before. So why aren't you saying it?
"I think you want this, puppy." Yunho says about halfway in, rocking back and forth for a few moments to help you relax around him. "I think you like it when I decide what's best for you. Why else would you let me do this to you?"
You don't have an answer.
Before Yunho you had never even though of putting anything in your butt, and especially no kind of edge play, and now you're bent over the kitchen counter in your work clothes, with your skirt pushed up above your hips, hands locked behind your back and your boyfriend's massive cock halfway up your ass.
"Y-Yunho, please." You beg when he continues pushing, slowly filling you until he has you speared on him, lodged so deep inside you can almost feel him in your throat.
"That's not my name, puppy." He says, swatting your ass and making you yelp like the puppy you are. "What's the name of your owner? I know you know this even when you're cock drunk. I’ve drilled it into you enough times."
"Daddy..." You whisper and you whimper when you're rewarded with his hand between your legs.
"That's it, good puppy. I knew she was in there somewhere. I'm still upset at your behavior so I'm not going to help you today."
Your hips start moving on their own at his words, the pressure on your clit is too light but it's something as you hump his hand while incidentally fucking yourself on his cock in your attempt to soothe yourself.
"There you go, good puppy." He grunts, squeezing the back of your neck to make you whimper again. "You're taking me so well, I knew you could do it. I told you you could but you keep doubting me, don't you, puppy?"
"Yes, Daddy." You regurgitate the answer you know he wants, your mind turning blissfully empty from it all. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
"It's okay, I forgive you, pup." The hand at your neck softens, and you whimper happily at the first sign of softness from him. "You just have to do your best to let go of those silly ideas that you can't do something just because you're scared. And Daddy will always be here to help you."
"T-Thank you, Daddy." You whimper, grinding against his hand, feeling the pleasure slowly start to build deep in your belly. "Feels good."
"I know it does, that's why I've been helping you get to this point. It's so different from being stuffed with a toy or a plug, isn't it?"
"Daddy..."
"What is it, baby? What does my puppy need?"
"More," You mumble, squeezing around him so sweetly. "Need more, Daddy."
"You need your Daddy to fuck your cute little ass, do you? You won't whine and bitch about it being too much if I do?" He says, cruelly removing his hand, leaving you nothing to hump to take the pain away.
"No, Daddy, I promise! Please, I need it!" You sound so frantic, Yunho almost comes on the spot, but he gives you his hand back and tightens the hold on your neck.
"Better keep that fucking promise." He growls and pulls almost all the way out before he slams back inside, knocking the air out of your lungs as he starts fucking you hard.
He shows you no mercy even when you do break your promise, only presses harder against your clit to feel you desperately try to get some friction as he pounds your insides the way you begged him too.
You're so fucking tight and warm, a perfect fit him and as he's getting close, he gives you the mercy of rubbing your clit to make you squeeze him even tighter.
He makes you beg him to come, dragging it out longer than usual to make sure you're completely out of your mind before he grants you permission, letting you milk him as he shoots his load deep inside your ass for the first time.
He keeps you there against the kitchen counter until he softens enough to slip out and then promptly plugs you back up, trapping his cum inside you, before he even thinks about letting you up.
He straightens your skirt, undoes the restraints and checks the blood flow of your wrists before he finally pulls you into his arms.
You're crying like a baby, sobbing into his chest and you nod near hysterically when he asks if you'd like him to call in sick for you at work.
He carries you into the bathroom where he undresses you and gets you in the shower before getting on his knees and eating you out for being such a good puppy for him.
You don't remember your own name by the time he gets you back into bed, much less that big presentation at work you've been working at for the past two weeks.
How Did We Get Here? - Prologue Part 2 (Yunho/fem!reader)
Pairing: Jeong Yunho/reader
Word count: 1,3k
Genre: Smut, angst, toxic relationship
Summary: Looking back, you can see it, how he slowly got you to your limits and pushed you over. But in the moment, he was just Yunho.
Contains: Toxic dom!Yunho, humiliation, degradation, begging, butt plug, anal beads, painal, sadism/masochism, not safe sane and consensual, dubious consent, Daddy and puppy as titles, manipulation, double penetration, interrupted use of safeword.
A/N: I have nothing to add about this man, other than the fact I'm feral for him and he needs to take responsibility! This one is for my beloved beta and bestie @gooddaykate and the number one toxic Yunho enjoyer @sancerely-yours!
Sooooo I had scheduled this for next week but I'm so excited I'm posting it now!!! Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Series Masterlist
Prologue Part 1 Prologue Part 3
"That's it, puppy, breathe." Yunho coos as he strokes the length of your back, watching your hole slowly stretch and close around beads he's feeding into it.
"They're too big, Daddy." You whimper, tugging on your restraints firmly achored to the headboard. "I can't take it."
"You keep saying that, baby." Yunho says as he smacks your ass, pausing with the string of beads not even halfway in. "And yet you're stretching so beautifully around them."
Another two smacks, each one harder than the last, the sound of your broken moans filling the bedroom.
"Do you really think your hole would stretch this much if it wasn't meant to? Hm? Do you think you'd be this close to the edge if your body didn't crave it? My sweet perverted little puppy."
"T-that's just because it's you, Daddy." You whimper as he rewards your words by pushing another bead into you, the ones already inside moving even deeper making you shiver.
"That’s right, baby. You'd never let anyone else do this to you, would you? Only Daddy gets to play with you like this."
"Y-Yes." You hiss when an even bigger bead gets pushed inside and you think about calling yellow, but like always, as soon as the though enters your mind, there's a hand between your legs, rubbing soothing circles over your clit to help it leave again.
"There you go, just relax, puppy. Daddy's got you. I know what you need." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your flaming cheeks and chuckling when it makes you whimper. "You're doing so well, I'm so proud of you, baby."
"T-Thank you, Daddy." You mumble, gently grinding into his hand, the beads inside you shifting with the movement, and it makes you feel even fuller.
"Good puppy, hump Daddy's hand. Help yourself relax." Yunho whispers, letting you regulate yourself the way you've started doing on your own lately with his full support. "I'm going to give you two more and let you rest again, can you do that for me?"
Your mind is swimming, but you think you nod. You whimper when the hand between your legs disappears and comes down hard on your ass again, two large beads being unceremoniously pushed inside, and you sob in relief when you're rewarded with his hand back.
"See, that wasn't so bad." Yunho coos as if he can't tell you're crying but the way he rubs your clit and kisses your back keeps you pliant. "You've just got to listen when I say you can do something, puppy. No more of this self-doubt, my sweet girl can do anything I say she can, isn't that right?"
"Yes, Daddy." You mumble, grinding into his hand, trying to ignore the shame of how good being so full feels. "Thank you."
"Aw, you're welcome, puppy. And you're more than halfway now when you'd thought you couldn't even take one of them." Another smack and your hips stutter with a whine before resuming their humping.
"Wanna come, Daddy..." You mumble, chasing the high but Yunho gives you another smack before he pulls his hand away again.
"No coming until you're full, baby, you know this." He says, slowly pushing an even bigger bead inside your poor aching hole. "You get so sensitive after you come and you get so whiny about your ass hurting that we wouldn't be able to finish. And we need to finish today's training, don't we, puppy? Otherwise, no cummies at all."
He knows how much you hate the word, how small and humiliated it makes you feel, which is why he uses it sparingly, like now, when you're deep enough not to tell him no.
"D-Daddy please, I need to come."
"After we're done, baby, you know the rules."
The rules. Oh, how he loves the rules!
It took him so much work and patience to be able to introduce you to them without you running for the door.
A lot of them are the standard ones: listen to Daddy, be polite, always tell Daddy when you go out at night, eat and drink healthy things.
But then there are the specific ones that he's so happy you didn't outright turn down when he slowly but surely introduced them into your dynamic.
Puppy will not come without permission. Daily training must be completed before puppy is allowed to come. Puppy's ass must be filled before she gets permission to come. Puppy must present for inspection whenever Daddy deems it necessary.
You've been so good about following them too. You're allowed to play with yourself, but you still almost always come to Yunho when you're feeling needy and need to take the edge off.
He knows you still feel a certain way about doing your lessons on your own, which has meant that even when you've played with yourself, you aren't allowed to come. Which has really taken the fun out of it, and you now defer to him when it comes to your pleasure.
He hadn't planned it this way, but it's worked out wonderfully in his favor.
He feeds two more beads into your hungry little hole, watching it greedily swallow them both as he praises you for how well you're doing. He even slips two fingers inside your pussy, pressing upwards as he lightly fucks you to feel the ridges of the beads through the thin wall separating them from his fingers. He pointedly avoids your g-spot, it's really more of an inspection than a fucking and you're left even more on edge from it once he pulls out.
He talks you through the last three beads, the final one big enough for even him to wonder if you'll be able to take it, but like the champion you are, you manage. Even if it's to the sounds of you sobbing and begging him to please let you come.
It takes some effort for him to bury himself in your pussy, the pressure on your insides something he's never experienced before, and you're close to delirious when he starts fucking you.
You're so cute with the way you mindlessly tug on your restraints, clenching around him like a vice as he keeps you on the edge for as long as he can, dragging out the overstimulation for you until you wouldn't be able to tell him your own name.
"You ready, puppy?" He grunts as he slams into you, punching the air out of your very lungs on every thrust.
"Y-yes, D-Daddy." You somehow manage to cry as he turns your brain further into mush.
"What do good puppies say?"
"I'm- I'm y-yours, Daddy, please- please let me c-cum."
You don't even have to think about the words anymore and the knowledge that he's imprinted them into your brain makes him growl as he reaches down to rub your clit for you, too dumb to even grind against his hand yourself.
"Come for me, puppy."
The way you clench down on both him and the massive beads so deep inside you as Yunho never stops rubbing your clit prolongs the orgasm for so long that you start to panic. You twist and tug to get away, only for Yunho to put all of his weight on you, pushing you into the mattress with no choice but to take what he gives you.
You cry, you beg, you keep coming around him, and it isn't until you pass out that Yunho lets up and gets off you.
He carefully cleans you up, undoes your restraints and pulls the beads out of your ass, marveling at the sight of your pink insides as he watches you gape.
Unable to stop himself, he reaches into the nightstand for a plug, a size bigger than what you're used to, and slips it inside before he lies down on the bed and pulls you into his arms.
The next morning, a new rule has been added to the list on the fridge.
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