AFTER HOURS — San | Seonghwa | Jongho
18+. mdni. jebal. its a foursome for god sake.
in which after the long tour — your bf seonghwa take his sweet time to make you wet, then willingly handing you over to his bandmates to let them finish the job.
pairing: f!reader x seonghwa x san x jongho
this work contains: +18, explicit smut, possesivebutchillbf!seonghwa, jealous!san, tease!jongho, reader is so into it, porn without plot (pwp), creampies, straight up filthy (im horny asf), missionary, doggy, lotus (kinda), riding, eating you out, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, multiple rounds, exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise kink, heavy overstimulation, begging, marking, sensory overload, they are all naked (hell yea), kissing, i mean lots of kissing, tongue play (fuuuuuck that is hot), foursome, nipples sucking, pet names, hair pulling, cursinggggg
a/n: my first entry and its ateez? ofc i am gonna start it with my line :3 but seriously i am writing this on my period so i was going a lil crazy here lol!
read at ur own risk. its not exactly heavy if you are used to sexual plots. enjoy!
The amber lights of the hotel suite cast heavy shadows across the room. The tour is finally over, the stadium crowds are long gone, and the sudden drop in adrenaline feels dangerous.
You sit back against the headboard of the massive bed, your legs stretched out on the mattress, caught in the center of their attention. There are no stage lights now, just the three men who have been waiting weeks to have you to themselves. You look down at the sheets, realizing there is nowhere to run.
Seonghwa moves first, crawling up the mattress to settle on his knees between your spread thighs. Discarding his stage clothes, his dark silk shirt hangs open. He doesn’t rush.
While Seonghwa claims your lower half, San and Jongho take their time getting ready for what’s to come. They disappear into the bathroom for a moment to freshen up, before walking back out completely stripped down.
The bare, muscular frames are imposing as Jongho and San strip at the edge of the bed, discarding everything. On you, your clothes have long been gone — Seonghwa had stripped you completely bare the absolute second they stepped into the room.
With you lying flat on your back, Seonghwa's hands slide up your knees, tracing a slow path up your inner thighs to open you up completely. He dips his head down, kissing and licking you with an intense devotion.
His mouth is warm and deliberate against your fold, using an incredibly long, heavy stroke of his tongue that buries itself so deep inside your wet heat it makes your vision blur.
The tongue stretches you open from the inside out, lapping against your sweet spot until your hips arch off the mattress in a pleading jerk. You tangle your fingers tightly into his soft hair, completely undone by how much of himself is forcing into you with just his mouth.
It’s been a solid fifteen minutes since Seonghwa first started eating you out, his tongue working relentlessly to thoroughly wreck your senses before the others even touch you. He has done nothing but worship you, drowning you in pleasure until you are completely sensitive and dripping wet.
"You're so soft for me honey, mhmmm…" Seonghwa murmurs against your thigh, his voice vibrating against your skin.
You let out a quiet whine, your head rolling back.
A sharp breath cuts through the quiet. San sits right against your side on the sheets, watching Seonghwa’s mouth against your skin until his jaw clenches tightly. The jealousy is a physical thing — he wants to be the one making you gasp.
Unable to watch a second longer, San crawled forward to crowd your upper body. While you are still flat on your back with Seonghwa between your thighs, San takes control of your top half.
His hands grope your chest and waist with a firm possessiveness. He slides his hand down to lace his fingers with yours, pinning your wrist flat against the mattress with a sudden force that completely steals your breath.
"Stop looking at him." San growls against your neck, nipping sharply before crashing his lips onto yours in a frantic kiss.
You moan into his mouth, your body tightening up completely under his weight.
"San... wait, it's too much..." you gasp out when he breaks the kiss.
He just smirks, kissing down your jawline.
Jongho refuses to miss out on the heat. Sitting on your right, he moves in with a commanding presence. He reaches down, his heavy hands locking onto your waist and thighs — wanting to shift your position.
Seonghwa slowly back away at this exact moment, wiping his lips with his fingers, smeared with your wetness — backing off to the chair behind as Jongho takes full control.
San is still thoroughly caught up in kissing you, his mouth bruising yours, completely intent on swallowing your breath.
But before San can even deepen the kiss, Jongho moves in. His large hands lock onto your waist and thighs, completely disrupting the rhythm.
The sudden, forceful tug breaks the connection between your lips and San's.
San lets out a frustrated hiss, his dark eyes snapping open in irritation as he's suddenly left hanging, his hands empty as you're pulled out from under him.
"The fuck, Jongho?" San snaps, his jaw clenching as he glares at the youngest member for completely hijacking his turn.
Jongho doesn't even look up, entirely focused on his prize as his heavy grip completely takes over.
Under Jongho’s grip, you are turned over onto your stomach, your front pressing flat against the sheets while your knees tuck beneath you. You are lifted into the air in a vulnerable doggy position.
"Jongho..." you whimper, feeling the sudden cold air before his warmth hits your back.
Now in position, Jongho's large, heavy hand cups the back of your neck. His fingers tighten to tilt your face to the side, pressing deep kisses down your jawline, over your throat, and across your collarbone.
A low, rough rumble tears from his throat as his teeth catch your skin.
"Don't move." Jongho commands, his voice cuts right through the noise, holding you perfectly still under their combined onslaught.
As the heat reaches a breaking point, Jongho holds your hips firmly, positioning himself right against your opening.
Jongho pushes all the way inside you, his movements heavy and leaving you tightly caught in this doggy position.
You let out a shattered cry into the sheets.
He sighs against your ear, his large hands holding your waist.
"There, there... just take it. You're fine."
What makes it so effortless for Jongho’s thick length to slide in is the slick, pooling wetness left behind from Seonghwa’s intense attention just moments before. You are already completely soaked from his mouth.
San’s hands tangle fiercely in your hair to pull your face up, his mouth forcefully sealing over yours to shut you up with a bruising kiss. He swallows every broken sob that Jongho’s heavy, driving rhythm forces from your throat, leaving you completely trapped between their desire.
The room fills with the raw, unfiltered sound of bruising friction. His length ruthlessly bottoms out against your swollen clit with every single pace. The contact is direct, burying him deep into your slick heat.
Jongho pulls back just enough to catch a sharp breath, his hands tightening on your waist as he glares up at the older member. "Yah, yah. Hyung, stop kissing her." he pants, his voice rough and demanding. "Let go. I want to hear her voice."
San doesn't even flinch, breaking the seal of your lips for only a fraction of a second, his eyes wild and dark with jealousy as he hovers over your mouth. "Shut up, she tastes sweet right now." San growls against your wet lips, before instantly capturing them again. "Just focus and do your thing."
Your chest heaves against the sheets, your fingers digging into the pillows just to stay connected to reality. But even with San dominating your view from front, your gaze desperately fractures.
You tilt your head to the side, eyelids heavy and wet with tears of pure pleasure as your eyes scan the room, looking for Seonghwa. When your eyes finally collide with Seonghwa’s, the contrast is like ice water against your skin.
Amidst the frantic, Seonghwa is the picture of pure composure. He is watching the exact point where Jongho enters you from behind, watching his girlfriend violently hitch forward with every heavy movement, and watching San desperately try to claim your mouth.
Your eyes lock onto his, completely blown-out — silently begging your man to join in.
Seeing that desperate, worshipful look directed entirely at him, Seonghwa’s expression darkens with satisfaction. He doesn't move a muscle to help you. Instead, a slow, wicked smirk pulls at the corner of his lips.
He lazily raises his eyebrows at you, a silent challenge that says 'Look at what they’re doing to you.' He lets out a soft, low chuckle of pure amusement, entirely content to watch them exhaust themselves on a prize that actually belongs to him.
Behind you, Jongho’s grip on your waist tightens until his fingers leave red marks on your skin. His pace turns ruthless and heavy, and the steady friction makes him lose his usual quiet restraint.
"Hah… look at you." Jongho hits out, his voice deep and breathless as he drives into you, his chest slamming against your back. "Fucking taking all of me while you look at your boyfriend. You like being stretched out like this, don't you? Fucking dirty girl."
The talk and the blinding double pressure stretch your senses until you simply can't hold it back anymore. A breathless cry slips into the small space between San's lips.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum... Ah..."
Hearing you beg triggers something in Jongho. His grip locks your hips completely in place as he pounds into you, his words turning completely unhinged.
"Yeah, yeah cum for us. Tighten up around me. Let me feel how ruined you are."
San hovers right over your face, his dark eyes wide and full of mischief. He had been devouring your mouth so ruthlessly just moments before — swallowing your breath and giving you no room to think.
But the exact second he catches the desperate climax coming through, he cruelly pulls back. Completely desperate for the bruising comfort of his mouth again, your lips part and you mindlessly stick out the tip of your tongue begging for a deep kiss to swallow your cries.
San lets out a soft, hot chuckle at the sight. He leans down and just lazily grazes the very tip of his wet tongue against yours, dragging it slowly back and forth in a torturous, light tease.
You let out a broken, high-pitched whine, desperately trying to thrust your tongue further out to fully catch his, but he instantly pulls back, giving you a quick peck on the lips.
"San, come here…I wanna kiss you." you cry out, your hips violently trembling under the double stimulation as Jongho drives into you from behind.
San just pouts his lips at you, looking entirely mock-sulky and teasingly innocent as he shakes his head.
"No way." San murmurs against your lips, a sudden wicked smirk breaking through his pout. "You're already getting too much back there. You have to work for this."
His lips brushing yours just enough to let the wet tip of his tongue swirl lazily around yours once more, deliberately denying you the full kiss you're begging for. He then pulls back just far enough to watch you squirm.
"Jongho, ah! Stop…I can't! Let me cum." you wail, completely losing your mind as the maddening friction on your tongue and San’s — clashes with the ruthless pounding from the back.
"So whiny, tch." San pants, his smirk widening as he presses another quick peck to your cheek. "Keep begging."
Behind you, Jongho takes a deep, ragged breath, his grip tightening on your hips as he drives even harder, completely unbothered by San and his game to you.
"Fucking tighten up for me." Jongho commands, his voice incredibly deep and rough against your shoulder. "Hold on, I am almost there."
The depth of Jongho's push forces an incredibly loud, shattered moan straight from your throat.
"Jongho! Oh my god, ngh!" you scream out, your fingers tearing at the sheets as his name rips from your chest.
Hearing you scream his name so intensely snaps something in San. His playful demeanor vanishes in a flash. He leans down instantly, his fingers tangling fiercely in your hair to pull your face up.
"Come here." San growls against your lips, his voice raw.
He crashes his mouth down on yours, abandoning the tease completely to bury his tongue deep inside your mouth to swallow your loud cries. Right as San’s bruising kiss completely dominates your senses, you finally break. Your muscles squeezing around Jongho as you spill over into your first climax, shattering his composure at the exact same time.
"Fuck? You are cumming already? Shit." Jongho lets out a deep, guttural growl right against your neck, completely consumed by the tight, pulsing heat of your release.
"Take all of this, fuck..."
Driven by your walls milking him while San claims your mouth, Jongho forces a few more pushes before he finishes completely inside you with a ragged groan, the white-hot burst of his release flooding you at the exact moment San finally devours your soul with a deep kiss.
"Shit… Ngh. You feel good. Damn, you squeezed me hard girl."
Seonghwa finally stands up from the edge of a chair, looking down at your shaking form.
"Save something for me, would you both? Don't break my girl before I even get a turn."
Seonghwa turns away. He casually unbuttons his cuffs, heading straight into the en-suite bathroom, letting the shower begin to hum.
The walls can’t block out the noise. Inside the shower, Seonghwa listens to the heavy breathing continuing on the bed.
Exhausted but satisfied, Jongho slowly withdraws from behind, letting you sink completely flat onto your stomach against the sheets.
He leans back against the headboard with a heavy exhale, though his large hands remain active, restlessly touching and smoothing over your flushed skin from behind.
The moment Jongho clears the space, San’s possessive jealousy flares over the edge. Since he is already right in front of you, he quickly repositions his body on the mattress.
He drags himself up the bed, looming right beside Jongho against the headboard, and reaches down to grab your waist.
With one forceful lift, San hauls you completely up onto his lap. You are now sitting upright, straddling San's lap in a riding position, face-to-face, while Jongho watches right from his side.
His large hands immediately lock onto your hips, pulling your chest flush against his as he completely takes control from below. Your hands clamping onto his broad shoulders.
"Ah! San!" you scream out, your lower body adjusting to the sudden stretch.
Your head rolls back, a soft, trembling sob escaping your lips as the friction hits your overstimulated nerves.
"Wait... San! I'm still so sensitive... please… you're stretching me too much..." you whimper, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes.
San pauses for a second, his body locked tightly against yours, his chest heaving as he stares up at your flushed face. A soft, tender expression flashes over his features. His thumbs are smoothing over your hips.
"I know, sweetheart. It's fine." San assures you, his voice dropping into a low, breathless murmur right against your lips. "Just relax against me. I've got you. Just take it slow."
Right beside San, Jongho lazily tilts his head down, his eyes locking onto the exact point where you and San connect. He lets out a low chuckle, a smug smirk pulling at his lips.
"Look at that…" Jongho teases, his deep voice dripping with amusement as he gently pats your thigh. "You're taking him so easily now. Guess I opened you up perfectly for him, hm?"
“Ah… ah San…” you whimpered, closing your eyes and focusing on the pleasure of his veiny and girthy length.
San's eyes flash with a mix of heat and irritation, his grip tightening on your hips as he locks his lower body against yours.
"Shut up, Jongho." San gasps out, his breath hot and uneven as his gaze snaps back up to lock onto your face.
The heavy and rhythmic friction of sliding up and down his thick length makes you scream out into the room. He sets a ruthless, relentless pace from below, lifting your hips up just to drive them back down onto him, filling you completely with his length until your mind goes entirely blank.
"Oh sweetheart… how does that feel compared to Jongho, hm?" He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze through your tears of pleasure. "Look at me. I don't want to share you ever again. Tell me I'm the only one you feel right now."
You look up at him with completely flushed, droopy eyes because it feels too good. Your hands blindly move up from his broad shoulders to wrap tightly around his neck. You tilt your head back against his grip, your lips trembling as you let out a wrecked cry, answering him completely.
"It feels so full... San…Please... I only wanna feel you… God."
San’s dark eyes flash with absolute adoration, a worshipful awe taking over his face as he continuously pounds up into you.
"Yeah? Then do it again for me, sweetheart." San gasps out, his hands squeezing your hips so tightly. "Look at how good you take me. You're so beautiful. Cum again for me, baby. Cum for me."
At that exact moment, Jongho leans forward over you. His large hand cups your bare breast. His thumb rubbing roughly over your erect nipple before he seals his hot mouth right over it — torturing you completely with a deep suckle that turns your shattered cries into needy gasps.
"Good girl…" Jongho murmurs against your flushed skin during a brief breath, his lips brushing the side of your breast as his voice comes out rough and heavy with genuine pride. "Take it all from him."
The praise and the suffocating heat are the exact things that push you completely over the edge for the second time.
"Wait. I'm coming... San... I really wanna cum!" you moan, your voice breaking in the air as you arch blindly into San's lap.
Desperate to catch the orgasm, you fiercely arch up into San's oncoming thrusts, overriding his rhythm on your own terms.
The demanding shift catches San completely off guard. His eyes widening in pure surprise at your sudden boldness.
Beside him, Jongho is thoroughly impressed by how desperately you're working for it. San and Jongho lock eyes right over your flushed face. A silent look of amusement passing between them.
They both grinned heavily, Jongho swiping the tip of his tongue over his lips with a slow, wicked smirk while San bit down hard on his own lower lip with dark eyebrows drawing together in absolute pleasure — completely enjoyed and drunk on the sight of you desperately chasing your peak on his thick length.
"You want it that bad?" San pants. "Yeah… keep going then. You’re taking me so well." His heavy hands lock right onto your waist for support, guiding your movement to slide down his thick length.
The agonizing tease is the final breaking point. Your inner muscles clamp down as you finally breaks into a second climax.
"San... ah, I like it. I like it so much." you whimper breathlessly against his neck.
Your knees give out entirely and you collapse forward, your flushed chest pressing flat against San's while your body and clit pulses around him.
The tight squeezing of your climax vibrates straight through San’s core, shattering his control. He then keeps chasing his own orgasm, driving his length and hips upward with a desperate hunger.
"You like being stretched like this, hm?" San pants wickedly against your ear, his pace turning fast and frantic — still chasing his orgasm. "Then take it all."
He kisses you deeply while hammering into you to catch his own peak.
"Where do I fill it, sweetheart? Tell me where you want it." San pants against your lips, hovering right at the absolute edge of breaking.
A fleeting thought tells you it's completely useless to even think about asking him to finish outside; Jongho had already filled you up earlier, so at this point, it didn't even matter.
"Please... inside. Inside me please." you whimper desperately, completely undone.
With a heavy groan, his lower body hits yours with a final force as he completely surrenders to his release.
He drives up one last time to lock flat against you, his body shaking as he finishes deeply inside — the white liquid spilling over, completely overwhelmed by the sheer volume of how much he left inside you.
As it streams in a thick, messy rush down your flushed skin, it instantly mixes with the cooling pool of Jongho’s release from before — the two fluids merging together into a slick, heavy cream that completely runs down your thighs.
"Ngh. You did so well, sweetheart."
As both of your breathing slowly stabilizes, San lifts a heavy hand, gently patting and caressing your damp hair away from your forehead. His touch is incredibly tender, a sharp contrast to his previous frantic energy.
"You okay? Can you get up?" he said softly, his thumb brushing over your flushed cheek.
You try to nod, but your body is completely weak. You slowly try to pull your hips away from his lap. A quiet gasp escapes you at the highly sensitive, sticky wet stretch as his length slowly glides out of your cream-filled pussy — your legs completely giving out as you collapse flat onto the bed right beside him.
San lets out a lazy chuckle, his heavy arm playfully tugging your hip back toward him. "Aww…You were begging to be filled up a second ago. Now just look at yourself."
Not long after, the bathroom door clicks open and a cloud of warm steam rolls out. Seonghwa steps out with a towel around his waist, his eyes taking in the view on the bed.
Hearing the click, Jongho looks up at him. You and San collapsed together on the mattress, entirely overstimulated, flushed, and barely able to move.
Jongho looks at Seonghwa’ freshly showered appearance, "Hah...look at him." Jongho huffs out, his voice incredibly deep and rough from exhaustion as he nudges San with his elbow. "Fucking lazy. He really let us do all the heavy lifting."
San groans, lifting his head just enough to glare up at Seonghwa, though there's no real heat behind it — just the smug satisfaction and disbelief of a man who knows he performed in ruining his friend’s girlfriend.
"Seriously hyung? Standing in there while we did all the actual work for you? Just look at her. So ruined she can't even open her eyes. Made her cum twice by the way. She's so sensitive you won't even be able to touch her without her screaming. Good luck with our leftovers."
Seonghwa doesn't look offended at all. As your boyfriend, he has an unshakeable confidence that his bandmates couldn't possibly rattle — meaning he can easily afford to be patient. He just stands at the edge of the mattress, looking down at his two completely spent, useless bandmates, then lets his heavy gaze settle entirely on you.
Seeing your completely thoroughly wrecked state doesn't displease him in the slightest; instead, a potent heat flares in his chest. Knowing it was his own bandmates who worked you into this condition only makes the view incredibly hot.
Seonghwa’s smirk only widens, his eyebrows raising in that familiar confidence as he drops the towel from his hands — leaving his body naked.
"I have plenty of patience." Seonghwa said softly, "And I have plenty of time. Unlike you two....tch."
He sinks onto the mattress, crowding over your upper body until his face is just inches from yours, his knees settling onto the edge of the bed right beside you.
You are lying flat on the bed, completely exhausted as he looms directly over your face, millimetres away.
"Right, honey?" Seonghwa whispers against your lips, his eyes locking onto yours, following every tiny, frantic flutter of your pupils.
The sound of his voice cuts straight through your overstimulated core. Your hands, still trembling violently, reach up to Seonghwa and lock firmly behind his neck, your fingers digging into his clean skin.
With every ounce of strength you have left, you pull him down to you. Your legs lifting from the mattress to wrap tightly around his waist, locking him flush against his body.
"Hwa…I want you. Please, babe, I need you." you breathe out against his mouth, a wrecked confession.
Seonghwa’s breath hitches. Hearing you call for him like that reminded him that at the end of the day, you are entirely his — he is your boyfriend, and no one else can claim you the way he does.
He didn't wait long enough. He doesn't wait for them to leave.
Instead of backing away to let the other two clear out, Seonghwa shifts his weight heavily, his hands locking onto your hips as he aligns himself and drives straight up inside you.
You let out a long whine, as your fingers immediately claw at his back — feeling him getting deeper into you.
Unlike San and Jongho who frantically chase their own satisfaction, Seonghwa takes his time, shifting his rhythm into slow, deep strokes that feel heavy and intensely intimate. A low hiss escapes his lips as he boxes you in, pinning both of his arms securely around your head to trap you completely under him.
You aren't even flustered by the fact that the other two are still right there; you are completely undone by the realization that no matter what has already happened, your boyfriend will always be the one who can feel this good. He completely reclaims your body in an instant. His rhythm is deep, steady, and relentless.
"Oh my god... babe, you feel so good." you whimper, your voice breaking with every heavy push. "Oh, I miss you… you're so good, please...Seonghwa…"
Seonghwa’s expression softens into something incredibly tender, even as his lower body continues to push into you with a heavy friction. His thumbs smoothing gently over your tear-stained cheeks while his hips completely wreck you below.
"I know, baby. I miss you too. I am here." His voice becomes low, laced with so much raw affection it makes your chest ache. "Look at how beautifully you fit around me. You're so perfect. Can you feel me honey? Say it again..."
"Yeah… I love you. It's always you, Hwa...always you… l love you…" you sob out, completely overwhelmed by the intoxicating mix of his gentle touch and voice followed by the deep, rough stretch of him filling you up.
"I love you too, baby." he whispers, his voice thick with raw emotion as he leans down, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that leaves you completely breathless.
He kisses you then. Soft, slow, and devastatingly deep — completely swallowing your whines as his pace turns fiercely demanding, pushing you to the mattress beneath him.
Across the room, San and Jongho are still wandering around, completely unbothered, lazily gathering up their discarded clothes, watches, and some other stuff from the chairs and floor. They really taking their sweet time.
San pauses, a jacket draped over his shoulder, his eyes locking onto the bed. His gaze tracks the violent, heavy friction of Seonghwa’s hips driving into you, taking in the way your legs are locked behind their hyung’s back, and the wet, helpless sounds echoing from your throat and pussy.
An unholy heat hits San's throat, as he tries to swallow down the sudden spike of envy. He grips the jacket in his hand a little tighter, completely transfixed by how utterly wrecked you look under a man who is being so protective yet so brutal with you.
"Fuck, man. That's so hot... real lover's shit right there." San says, a heavy smirk on his face as he watches you praise their hyung so helplessly.
Jongho tosses his shirt over his arm, stepping closer to the edge of the bed with a completely relaxed, teasing grin. He looks at how deeply Seonghwa is buried inside you, completely skipping any sort of cleanup.
"But ours are still left inside." Jongho teases, raising his eyebrows at his older member. "Are you not gonna wipe her first, or what?"
You whine loudly at the teasing, burying your face in Seonghwa’s neck, completely overstimulated and needy as his heavy pace continues to push you right back toward the edge.
"Hwa, don't stop...you feel so perfect..." you cry out, completely helpless beneath him.
Seonghwa’s jaw tightens, a flash of authority taking over his face as your praises and his members' teasing hit his pride all at once. He grips your waist brutally tight, his rhythm turning heavy and demanding as his dark eyes snap over his shoulder, glaring directly at the two of them.
"If you all don't get out. NOW." Seonghwa growls, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly low, cold rumble that fills the entire suite.
San just chuckles, grabbing his boots, while Jongho gives a satisfied shrug as they finally slide toward the door, leaving you completely at his mercy.
The night is indeed still long.
