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✮⋆｡°✩ tonight - yunho x fem!reader x mingi

⋆ ˚｡𖦹 SMUT 18+ MDNI, they’re mean like mean as hell, size kink like ‘tiny’ as a name take it however u want, like a few lines of daddy kink, mxm action but just kissing rly, threesome, wet n’ fuckin’ messy, no more spoilers that’s all u get

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⋆ ˚｡𖦹 a/n this was a commission!! thank u to the lovely yestodayys cult member who let me run with her idea and well. create this! i had SO MUCH FUN and i'm glad u love it and now u all get to read it too <3

The bar has been refurbished since the last time you came here.

The overall layout is still generally the same; during your search for your friends, you’ve looked in the ladies’ room - still to the left of the bar, cramped, only two stalls, line way too long, though it isn’t the hospital powder pink it once was - and in the smoking area, thus far. The latter looks pretty much the same, although you admit they can’t really change that much; beneath your denim jacket, you’re still only wearing a minidress and boots and it’s fucking cold. 

Escaping back inside seems the best idea. Realistically, if they’re not there or in the restroom or here, in the main room with the bar, you may as well just get over it. There’s no signal in this place for you to text them either - there never has been - and you don’t want to leave this early. You can still have a good night. You undoubtedly know some of the people here anyway - hell, maybe you’ll find a man. 

It’s the overall vibe that’s changed more than anything else; you think they must be going for some sort of seventies concept now, while before it was largely unthemed. It seems to bring more customers like this - the place is packed full on a tacky illuminated dancefloor, no one dressed the part, though beneath the flashing lights and disco ball you can't really tell. It’s flashy, somewhat exciting; it’s why you decided to wear your vintage denim jacket, even if no one else was going to play along.

The drink you’ve been nursing is still over half full, so you bypass the bar and go straight to the dancefloor. The music doesn’t match the vibe either, but you’re not bothered, swaying in your spot to the random dance song they have playing and taking a generous gulp of the liquid to ease yourself in.

Okay, it definitely feels like a better time now. Perhaps the rebrand has had some effect. You move your hips, jacket falling down your bare shoulders before catching on the strap of your bag. 

Lost in your own world, you almost miss it as you turn around to look amongst the crowd; but no, clear as day, tall and attractive enough to make your heart stop - two men, one in baggy clothes and an obnoxious fur coat and one in tighter, flared jeans, long sleeve tight across a toned, broad chest, sipping on their drinks, staring at you like a pint of water in the middle of a desert. 

You see them after they see you. You’re not sure how long they’ve been looking at you, these two men, but god they’re fixated and it makes you stop too. They can’t look away, both of their gazes trailing down your body as you move and sway with your drink in your hand, and your breath catches in your throat - not that you’re complaining, though. They’re handsome, though you assume they came together and will be leaving together too, judging by the way they’re glued to each other’s sides. 

The taller one seems to have more of a grip on the situation than the other man, but they’re both intimidating, domineering. He whispers something in the other man’s ear, long fingers brushing at his neck. Their eyes still don't leave you though, and the shorter’s plump lips break into a grin, leering, too satisfied for someone who hasn’t even spoken to you - let alone touched you. He must’ve said something he likes. 

You can’t help yourself. You smile back, and he flicks a few dark blue strands out of his forehead, taking a sip of the liquid he’s got in his glass before he slams it down on the table decisively. He says something else to the other man, something you can’t even try to lip read because he turns his back to you. He gives him a cheeky smile, almost like he’s doing something wrong, and begins to push through the crowd on the dancefloor. You stand dead still.

You wonder about the situation between them. Clearly, they’re more than friends, and it seems like the taller is the one in control, but - what’s this? The shorter man is approaching you, his too-large brown fur coat seeming ridiculous in the heat of the bar, but you see as he gets closer that he’s got nothing but a waistcoat and baggy trousers underneath. He shoots a few amused looks back at the other man, who looks less than pleased at his misbehaving, but it doesn’t sway him - once he’s at you, he pulls you into him so your back is pressed against his front and whispers in your ear just loud enough for you to hear him.

“Wanna dance?”

Do you? Fuck yeah, you do - and with his partner too, if he’s up for grabs. For now though, you suppose one will have to do, because as you smile flirtatiously in response and the DJ changes the music to something else - something sultry, heavy, with a solid beat - the man starts to grind his hips so sensually you forget everything else. He’s good at this, angling you with a firm palm on the plush of your tummy, fingers wrapping in the fabric of your minidress so that your hips grind back against him. 

The fur of his coat is expensive, you can tell just by feeling it when your hands go back to grip on his arms, and his teeth bite into his bottom lip when you grab at him.He lets you balance yourself with your hold, his own hand moving up to your chest, both of you moving in a sinuous movement that has you realising how good he’d be in bed if he dances like this. 

Just before you forget, ring-clad knuckles come to the bottom of your chin and angle your head towards where you were previously looking. He’s still there, the other man, and this time he looks positively engrossed, arms folding over his chest - his eyes don’t leave the two of you, a smirk playing at his lips like he can’t quite believe it. It’s as if you’re performing for him, the two of you, nowhere near in control of the situation; you wonder what it is, this situation, and if it’ll end in you getting fucked by both of them.

The man next to you chuckles before fully humping into the curve of your ass, unashamed; the line of his cock presses against you, half hard, fat and steadily growing like you’re doing a lot more than just grinding on each other in a packed bar. You gasp, muffled by the music but he seems to have heard it despite the noise - he nudges his nose into your neck, impatient.

“We came together, me and him,” he says, tone casual though he has to shout a little to be heard. The words say everything despite being so few, but you don’t falter, hoping that you’re moving against him in a way that’s still inconspicuous enough to be passed off as a dance. “That okay?”

You shrug as casually as you can, skin starting to feel a little heated. This is the jackpot, you think. “I don’t mind taking two.”

“I bet you fuckin’ don’t.” He huffs out a laugh. “Don’t mind putting on a show either, do you? I’m Mingi, by the way.”

“Mm, hi Mingi,” you giggle, and Mingi shakes his head, disbelieving, a smile pulling at his lips. You can’t believe it either, quite frankly, how well the night’s turned out, and your head lolls back against his broad shoulder as you move, fur coat soft under your head, a grounding presence. The other man is still looking, and you find yourself drawn to his eyes, holding eye contact with him as you manage your next question, “what’s your boyfriend’s name?”

A hum, and then plump lips press a gentle kiss to your jaw. A shiver wracks through you, straight down your spine, and he does it again a few times just to watch the effect it has on you. “Yunho,” he breathes, “his name is Yunho. Shake this ass on me, let him see it.”

“He likes to watch, huh?” You say, as if you have any problem with it whatsoever. The song changes, a dance track with an even dirtier beat now and you do as he says - you’re shaking your hips to the rhythm before you can feel embarrassed about it, everyone around you too occupied with their own dancing or flirting. 

“That’s a good fuckin’ girl,” he hums, hand moving from your front to your hips, fingers ghosting over the curve of your asscheeks where your hips get plusher and move into your thighs. Hands dig into flesh, and he groans, rutting against you once, twice, enough to have you squirming, starting to worry someone might notice. “Fuck, look at that. Shit, should we just take you back now? I wanna tear this ass apart.”

You can’t help it - you laugh again, hand coming to Mingi’s jaw to pull him forwards, his cheek pressed against yours. Yunho rolls his neck, tongue poking over his bottom lip before he’s placing his drink down and you think he’s made the decision for all three of you. 

 “And him?” You murmur.

Mingi’s nose brushes against your cheek. “He’ll tear you apart too. Might even be nastier than me.”

“I find that hard to believe.” His hips hit you just right, slow, to the beat, and you breathe heavily when he spins you around to face him like he’s going to kiss you. He’s pretty up close, sharp nose and dark blue hair and plump lips that form a predatory smile. “Fuck, Mingi, take me home.”

“Eager girl.” His head drops down, kissing you chastely square on the lips once, then twice. His lips are buttery soft and you chase them when he pulls away. He doesn’t care that you’re in public, so neither do you - you press yourself against him harder, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “We need to talk to Yunho.”

“No need.” Another voice, and another set of big, big hands that wrap around your waist and pull you back into him. You’re trapped between them now, because despite being unfamiliar with them you know who’s just gripped you and gotten involved. “She’s right, we should take her home. You’re an aching little thing, hm?”

Fingers dip up under the hem of your minidress where it hangs around your thighs, nails scratching against your skin, teasing. You’re not sure who it is this time, but the touch is so close to your panties that you whimper, the sound so broken that Yunho’s head dips into the other crook of your neck with a deep sigh, mirroring where Mingi continues to bite at you the other side. “P-please, I can’t take this anymore, I want you both, can we-”

“Fine,” Yunho breathes, exasperated, and a firm, guiding grip comes to rest on the back of your neck. “Let’s get you home, tiny.”

“On your knees.” A firm hand pushes on your shoulder, forcing you down before you can decide to obey; you drop to your knees in your pretty dress, your legs bare, their carpet scratching against your skin. Like this, they’re looming over you in a different way than before, and all you can see is long, long legs in baggy jeans and firm torsos heaving - they’re waiting, perceiving you, seeing if you’ll do anything else. Yunho’s the first to speak again, grin wide when he turns to his partner, “that’s it. She’s pretty like this, isn’t she? Quiet, so needy she’ll do anything, waiting for us to just say.”

“She’s beautiful,” Mingi says, fingers pulling your hair backwards to force you to look up at them properly. “Slutty, too.”

You whimper, squirming in his grip, though not enough to be told off for it. You wonder if they’re hard already, fat lengths trapped in the confines of their pants, but you don’t have long to think about it - Yunho’s long fingers start working at his belt, and before long the leather is pulled out from the prongs and his button is being pushed open. 

It exposes his black boxers, and you realise you’re not even looking at him anymore. Fixated on his crotch, you wait, mouth open and spit pooling at your bottom lip like a drooling dog. They both sound amused, but they don’t make you wait, Yunho pushing down his boxers and revealing his tan shaft. 

Thick, long and veiny, it springs against his stomach. It curves upwards, tip a darker shade and swollen, but not leaking just yet. The moan leaves your throat before you can help it. If Yunho’s is like this, you can’t imagine the other man - but fingers tighten in your hair and redirect you back before you can even turn to try and get a lot. 

“Mm, no,” Yunho murmurs, and you look back up at him. He looks pleased by how enthralled you are, a smile pulling at his lips, and his hand comes down to slap his shaft against your cheek once, twice. You shiver. “You can show her yours too, Mingi, really get the slut going. She wants two at once, after all, don’t you?”

“I do, I want both.” You nod dumbly, pathetically; Mingi’s resulting groan is delighted, low in his throat. His tongue licks at his teeth as he works at his own belt, and his baggy jeans drop with a rustling noise at his ankles, unashamed. Yunho has tucked his boxers underneath his balls but Mingi’s less reserved, shunning his boxers as quick as he can as Yunho starts slowly stroking half of his shaft inches away from your face.

Fuck.

Mingi’s big too, a little shorter but thicker again and his tip is leaking like a fucking faucet. If he’d left his boxers on a little longer you’d have seen the drops beading upon the fabric but he’s too impatient for that, already stroking his cock quicker than Yunho, moving hip to hip with the other man. 

“You want both?” He smacks his cock against your other cheek, laughing delightedly when you moan, nodding eagerly. “Open your mouth then, there’s a good whore.”

You blink, in a daze. “I- I can’t fit both-”

“Obviously,” Yunho scoffs. “Use your hand for the other. Are you stupid?”

Oh. Something must show on your face, a wordless reaction to his words because Yunho’s grin turns predatory then, and when he grips your hair now it’s harsher, firmer than his boyfriend had done. You scramble to say something to quell this harshness, stammering, “N-not stupid, I’ve just never…”

Yunho bursts out laughing. Your gut clenches and your pussy burns in your panties, so slick and needy that you try to rut down the floor, to no avail. “Never had two cocks at once? We all know that’s a fucking lie, baby. I think you need to stop talking.”

He’s forcing you down on his cock before you can retort.

You still try to splutter something out despite your lips being wrapped taut, barely fitting just half his length into your mouth though he tries to fuck past the resistance of your throat anyway. Your words die in your throat, replaced by a strangled whine; Mingi grabs your hand himself, impatient and wraps your fingers around his cock - putting you to use.

He’s wet from his precum already, soaked and sticky and veiny and it makes a slick noise when you start to move your fingers. It’s hard to concentrate on both but thankfully you don’t have to do much thinking; Yunho fucks himself into your mouth for you, skin salty with his own precum. Unable to do anything more than just be a ragdoll for them, you allow yourself to slump a little, mouth wrapped tight around one and hand around the other, hips just barely squirming where you’re sat. A noise leaves your throat when Yunho fucks into the resistance a few times, a deep groan leaving his own mouth.

“Tight fucking throat, hm? How tight is that cunt gonna be?”

Mingi groans, and his fingertips press at your cheeks, feeling the thickness of Yunho’s cock through your skin. He manages to move you over to him, and his shaft burns when it stretches your lips apart, thicker, wetter - you start to drool with tears biting at your eyes and he chuckles breathlessly at the sight of you.

“You like it mean, huh?” He doesn’t expect a response, voice gravelly as he starts to fuck your mouth. He’s sloppier than Yunho, a little more careless, and the strangled noise you make is embarrassing when he forces his cock all the way down. It hurts your throat but he presses your nose into the tuft of his pubes like he doesn’t really care, grinding his hips against your jaw, fingers pressing at your throat where he now bulges it instead.

When you manage to look up through a glassy gaze, you see them both together. Mingi captures Yunho’s lips with his own, one hand leaving you to cup the other man’s jaw, their tongues intertwining messily between spit-slick lips. They both groan, deep and from their chests like they’ve been waiting for this all night - your whine is louder though, nails scratching at their thighs because you’ve wanted to see it since you saw them together on the dancefloor. It forces saliva to bubble down your occupied lips, dripping over your chin and down to your throat, over Mingi’s rings.

If they’re amused by your reaction, they don’t separate for long enough to show it. Yunho tugs you to him again without even glancing your way, long fingers in your hair, and this time you’re able to get a momentum. Your mouth sinks down on him before he has time to force you there, your other hand coming to grasp Mingi’s slippery length, the saliva giving more than enough lubricant when you start to pump. 

Like this - not being yanked around - you’re able to focus, and you can’t help the noises that spill from your chest; your pussy is wet, drooling and dumb already, and they continue to make out above your head like it’s nothing that should affect you. Your gut burns, wrenching with need and want and something embarrassing because all you’ve done is suck their cocks and you’re this desperate, but it doesn’t stop you trying to get their attention.

Tongue digging into the underside of Yunho’s tip, you pool spit into your mouth and it bubbles over your lips messily, letting you sink back down on him with a wetter, tighter suction. He’s still too big to take too much comfortably but you force your mouth down, jaw be damned, hand occupied with another cock that you think you’re doing a decent rhythm with, and on the upwards stroke you press your tongue into his piss slit and suck hard.

It works. You hear the sharp inhale of breath, and he pulls away sharply from Mingi, lips parting in a louder noise just as the blue haired man moves to messily press open-mouthed kisses against his neck. He doesn’t stop him, one hand going to his head to hold him there.

“Dirty girl, knew you had it in you,” he murmurs, before his jaw goes slack in a groan, head rolling back where Mingi kisses him. Your hand has paused on the other man but if he’s annoyed, he doesn’t show it, shaft bobbing uselessly as he bites at the curvature of Yunho’s neck with his eyes on you, where you’re kneeling below them. “Bet she’s all gooey down there from sucking cock, too. Little hole clenching around nothing, slicking up her thighs, clit all swollen and hard.”

Mingi grunts, a primal noise. “Can’t wait to look. Taste it, too. I know it’s fuckin’ pretty, all soaked and tight and- ah, fuck this, I gotta-”

Two hands underneath your armpits, and you’re thrown chest first onto the comfortable bed by a very strong grip. You have enough space left in your brain for the moment to present yourself, pushing up onto your knees and letting your front lay flat to curve your spine - Mingi groans in appreciation, wasting no time before he’s pulling your dress up to your waist and your panties down to your knees. 

The cold air hits your cunt and you moan, trying to turn your head to the side to have a look at what he’s about to do to you before someone - you’re unsure who - pins it right back down, flat, suffocating. 

“Let me have a look,” Mingi coos, and two thumbs come to pull your sticky folds apart. You’re soaked, you can feel it - it’s smeared up to your asshole from how you’ve pooled in your panties, and though you hope he hasn’t noticed it, hasn’t gotten any ideas, a deeper part of you hopes he ignores your pussy and eats that hole instead. “She’s so fuckin’ messy. Fat little cunt too. When did you start leaking like a virgin, baby? When you were on your knees in front of our cocks, us stood above you like we fuckin’ own you?”

You can’t reply - again, you don’t think he wants you to. Is he even talking to you, or is he talking to her?

It was Yunho that pushed you down, you realise, because it’s the same second pair of hands that slide the straps of your dress down over your shoulders. Nudging the fabric down so that it all bunches at your waist, he scratches his fingernails over your spine on the way down, leaving you bare but feeling quite like something animalistic. 

“Mm, actually…” A nose nudges at your core and then a tongue, fat and steady, is sliding through your folds and humming when he tastes your arousal, smacking his lips messily like he’s eating a good meal. “You’ve been wet even longer, haven’t you? Since we danced in the bar. Oh, that’s something. How pent up are you, sweetheart?”

You whine. There’s no way he could know that, not really, and you know he’s just teasing you but he’s right - you were.

He continues, wet tongue moving to lick circles over your clit as he slurs. “Can’t blame you, ‘m desperate for this too.”

“Stop talking and eat.” Yunho sounds amused. “Poor thing looks like she’s gonna die if she doesn’t get something.”

At least it makes Mingi move, his lips smacking wet over your pussy before his tongue slides through the plush of your folds. The bridge of his nose is sharp when it bumps into your perineum, his tongue tracing your hole before it pushes inside and he savours your arousal from the inside with a deep, gravelly moan, something that ricochets through you and makes you finally beg.

“Yuyu,” You sound broken, too needy to think, and you feel it too - your head spins and you know you haven’t done well verbalising it but Yunho somehow knows what you need, sliding two long fingers past your lips for you to suck on. It doesn’t help, Mingi’s plush lips kissing down to your clit and making a home there, tongue darting underneath the hood to rub over you so intimately that you would never be able to stop the way you buck. Your hips fuck back onto his face but his strong forearm hooks around your tummy to keep you steady, your eyebrows furrowing in a subdued keen.

Yunho smiles, fucking his fingers into your mouth, watching the way you suck earnestly like it’s a cock - can you even tell the difference right now? It’s like you can see the wonder on his face before he speaks, cock half hard against his thigh, “Do you need something inside, honey?”

Your resulting noise is loud, deep from your chest - you’d forgotten that was an option with the way his boyfriend’s lips are working over you, but before you can beg properly the man grunts, lips leaving you for a moment.

“I’m gettin’ her ready for you, babe. She can wait.”

“Mm.” Yunho raises an eyebrow, confused, although his fingers leave your lips and brush over the base of his tummy almost instantly. “You don’t wanna go first? You were desperate a second ago-”

“Are you kidding me?” Mingi grins, all teeth that nip into your thigh as an afterthought, making you squeak. He ignores you, continuing like you can’t hear him, “a pussy like this is even better when it’s been nutted in already. I love me some sloppy seconds.”

Before you can raise any kind of objection to being talked about like that, right over you while he’s between your legs, Mingi’s tongue dives back between your folds. He licks up your arousal and drools onto your heat, pushing further up, where his hands spread your cheeks and expose the smaller hole, the one that makes your face flush and gut wrench in embarrassment. 

“Bet you’d let us fuck this too,” he grumbles, and you nod, squirming in your place, as much as you can with the way his boyfriend’s pushing you down. “How fucking filthy. You just met us and you’d already let us fuck your asshole open. God, you’re amazing, might be fuckin’ made for us.”

Something bubbles in your gut, something so needy that you can’t help the garbled wail you let out. It’s incoherent at first, but Yunho lets your head move just enough to verbalise what you need to, “Want you both, anything, please, please, give me cock-”

“Give me cock,” Yunho giggles, shaking his head in disbelief. “What a bimbo. Fine, I’ll give you cock, honey. Mingi, lemme move her.”

Mingi obeys instantly, pulling away from your slick cunt and thighs, letting you be manhandled again by the taller man onto your side. You know this one, deep in your lust-muddled brain, and you let one leg slide forward to display your core as he slides behind you, chest to your back. He’s fully naked now - you’re not sure when this happened - and the palm he smooths your hair down with grounds you a little, other hand moving secure on your tummy.

“Y’want it?” He murmurs, and you see Mingi moving next to you, naked, muscled, distracting - your mouth waters. His eyes move down your body, over your flushed cheeks, teary eyes and down to your nipples, the curve of your tummy and the swell of your thighs; his hand moves to his cock, and you see his gaze move down Yunho, too, before he finally grips the base and starts to move up the vast length. Yunho’s fingers tighten in your hair a little, bringing your attention back to him. “Don’t get distracted, tiny. Talk to me. Do you want it?”

He moves his cock to the mess between your legs, pushing through arousal to get to your folds and at the resistance of your hole. The weight of it makes you gasp wetly, but he doesn’t let you squirm away when you try, only pulling you back into it. 

“S-So big, Yunho, I want it, please.”

“There you go, good little slut,” He coos, satisfied, and pushes just the first inch in. Your hole clenches tight from the stretch, almost pushing him back out and he groans, using his grip on your thigh to pull you back onto it. “Let me in, baby.”

“C-Can’t help it, ah-“

Something shifts in him then, and the next thrust of his cock is stronger, meaner, something that makes your walls give way to more of him, accompanied by a sharp bite to your neck. It hurts a little but it feels so good; your eyes roll back in your head with a keen, and Mingi huffs out a breath.

“Oh, little bitch is so fuckin’ tight,” he moans, one palm coming to push your leg upwards, against your side, trying to open you up further. It doesn’t help - he’s just far too big, your pussy tightening in protest despite how bad you fucking want it. “Do I have to split your hole open to get inside? Funny, ‘cause it’s fucking drooling around me like it can’t get enough.”

One of his hands comes to rest on your breast, idle but firm, and his thumb swipes over your nipple just to make you gasp. You try to fuck yourself downwards but he really is too big, cockhead already hitting your cervix and it knocks the wind out of you. Mingi’s hand tightens on an upwards stroke of his shaft and he smiles, amused, eyes flicking between you and his boyfriend.

“Let him in, sweetheart. He’ll make it hurt.”

You try your best; squirming and whining in Yunho’s hold you manage to slack your gummy walls enough for him to push more of his cock inside but it makes you squeal, too much all of a sudden, and his fingers move from your chest to your clit. His nails dig into it and you gasp, writhing away before his grip pulls your back to his chest again. 

“What the fuck is this for if I can’t fuck it? Useless little cunt otherwise, hm? Maybe I should just pull out, leave you-”

“No, nonono, please, Yunho,” You babble, moving around enough that it forces more of his length in. This time he seems to push past something that allows him to sink in balls deep, and it’s so far inside, pressing at your cervix and you think you might cum already.

Yunho huffs, placated now that you’ve let him in, yanking you backwards by your ass, letting the plumpness of it rock him into a bounce. It works, and he starts to fuck you steady, slow at first, letting you get used to it - his knuckles graze at your nipple before he pinches meanly, a breathless, chuckle of pleasure leaving him at your jolt.

“Fu-uck, ‘s so- need more, more, please-”

“More?” He asks, like he didn’t know, and you nod dumbly. You’re shocked by Mingi responding, not Yunho; walking on his knees towards you, his fingers come to your clit and roll it between his fingertips. It’s too much all of a sudden, and Yunho starts to speed up, his long, ridged shaft cutting into your gummy walls. Mingi’s ministrations make your pussy easier, more slack, and Yunho’s able to fuck quicker, cock not prohibited by how tight you’re squeezing around him. “That’s it. There you go, Min, cocksleeve’s gushing like a little whore now.”

“Mm, can feel it,” The man in question murmurs, eyes fixated on you like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen. Your eyebrows knit in pleasure, lips parting in a squeal when his thumb rubs over your bud firmly, and this time you feel it, the slick, sticky gush of your pussy with every thrust. It leaks over Mingi’s fingers and further down, to your thighs, Yunho’s balls and his own lithe legs. 

You feel dumb with it all, and you’re not even halfway through taking one. 

“Feels nice like that, doesn’t it?” Yunho sounds unaffected, and you whimper, nodding, “I can tell. Dirty cunt gushing like that, I’d swear you came already.”

Mingi leans down on the bed, distracting you momentarily before there’s something wet pressing at your clit. It’s his tongue, you realise, and you can’t control the hand that goes to that dark blue hair - he moans at the feeling of your fingers tightening, tugging, and you force his mouth closer, wet lips mouthing over your pussy until he hits Yunho’s cock. 

“Shit, that’s so-” you gasp, hips bucking, “oh, I- fuck, I’ll cum, please-”

Mingi’s tongue moves over you again, licking over the intrusion of his boyfriend inside of you. It doesn’t stop his movement, his cock still pistoning in and out while you’re forced to take, take, take, and when the shorter man’s lips purse and suck on your bud you writhe away, pleasure all-consuming.

Your orgasm hits you hard, beginning in the base of your tummy and making your thighs shake. One hand holds Mingi steady, and the other moves to Yunho’s side, anchoring you through it, but your pussy clenches dumbly in a rhythm that makes the man inside grunt and bite your neck sharply. Your own noises are abused, loud and too incriminating, but neither men make a move to quiet you.

“Ride it out, c’mon,” Yunho says, voice hoarse, and you find it in your static body to fuck yourself on both men while your legs lock and your toes curl. “Good girl. There you go, that’s it.”

It helps, quelling the strong climax into something steadier, nicer, and Mingi’s tongue flicks over your clit just enough for you to come down from it. 

The kiss the older man gives you is controlled, a little awkward from the angle but it tells you everything you need to know. You’re safe, you’re looked after and it’s exactly what you need after an orgasm that strong - his nose bumps your cheek when he kisses you deeper, giving you a few pecks as he pulls away; it makes you want more, but he’s already moving.

You realise too late that Yunho still hasn’t finished, and he pushes you onto your front, leg still slightly raised from the way he had you. His hips hit your ass as he bottoms out again, and you gasp - it’s so deep, so much that you want him to cum soon, hope he’ll cum soon and fill you up, and you remember you have another one to take after this. The realisation makes your pussy clench as he fucks inside and he lets out a stuttered breath against your shoulder, bumpy nose nudging at your jaw.

“You’re okay,” He soothes you, and you nod, whimper soft. “I’m gonna cum soon, baby. Gonna make you take it, ‘kay? Then Mingi’s gonna fuck it back into you.”

“Y-yeah,” you nod, and when Yunho starts to thrust again, punishing, Mingi seals your lips with his and swallows your noises. He kisses messy, teeth nipping at your bottom lip and he lets you suck on his tongue when you need something in your mouth again, not minding at all that your hands scramble at his broad shoulders for purchase.

You feel Yunho pull backwards, hands on the small of your back to hold you down, and it’s the sight of you and his boyfriend kissing that does him in. He gasps, letting out a shaky breath as he presses his hips tight to the plush of your ass, cockhead fucked so deep that it makes you try to squirm away again; Mingi keeps you still, giving you dirty, open-mouthed kisses and licking over your teeth.

Between your legs, you feel thoroughly used - when Yunho pulls out, cock softening a little, your pussy gushes fresh cum and as if it’s his queue, Mingi’s already moving over.

Yunho slaps your ass as he moves away from you, “Atta girl. She’s ready for you, Min.”

Fingers prod at your swollen hole, messy, creamy rivulets slicking down to Mingi’s rings as he spreads it open and inspects. If you had anything left in you, you’d feel embarrassed at the way he’s looking at you so intimately but well, he’s already done it once and you’re still horny. You shift back on the bed and chase his touch when he moves away, although you don’t have long to be disappointed because the feeling of a blunt cockhead against you makes you push your hips up, front going slack again.

“Look at that. Dumb slut knows how to present for a cock,” Mingi chuckles, although there’s no real bite to his words - his breath is shaky as he shuffles towards you, and seconds later there’s inches of fat cock spearing you open because he can’t wait himself at this point.

“O-oh,” You stutter, head raising and knocking back. You see Yunho, in front of you now, face so close to yours but it’s comforting rather than threatening. “Fuck, it’s-”

“Ssh, just feel it,” Yunho murmurs, stroking your cheek with one, big hand, and your eyes roll back into your head when he starts to thrust. His movements are deep and slow at first, letting you feel all of it, every vein and ridge and you swear you feel him leaking inside, too, when he pushes deep and pulls you flush against him like he isn’t fucking your pussy open in front of his boyfriend.

Mingi whines, sharp, “Tiny little pussy, so small, fuck-” his fingers hook around your shoulders, pulling you back onto him, “how are you still so fucking tight?” Your own hands scramble in the sheets until your fingers hook into them for leverage, and you writhe, moaning so viscerally that Yunho pets your hair to calm you down. Mingi’s thicker than him so despite taking the older man first, the stretch of your hole to accommodate him has your eyes watering, his hips stuttering into the creamy mess of a hole that his boyfriend left. “Can I- fuck, I can’t, I can’t, can’t play anymore-“

“Mingi,” Yunho warns, but it’s softened by the grin curling his lips, fond.

“Can’t, fuck, baby, I love your pussy,” Mingi babbles, and his hands move to your asscheeks, spreading them further, watching where his cock disappears into you. It’s slick when he starts to move, a creamy ring around the base of his cock, wet plaps echoing around the bedroom when his balls begin to hit your clit steadily. “Love- love it, love it everytime- I love you.”

Something dawns on you. You’re not playing anymore, not really, not the elaborate scene Yunho came up with late at night before you headed out to the bar you three met at - and your back bows towards the bed, curling away from your boyfriends, 

“Mmgh- I love you too,” You whimper, scrambling on the sheets for your third, your other boy. Fingers intertwine with yours immediately and he kisses your hairline, your nose, your lips; you cry out, head lolling against his. “Yunho- Yuyu, Yuyu, love you-“

“I love both of you, although you’re both fucking pathetic,” Yunho laughs, smoothing your hair. “Can’t even roleplay properly. Both of you cry like virgins as soon as I let him get inside of you.”

Mingi’s head drops to your shoulder, his weight pinning you down when he collapses atop of you. You’re separated from Yunho but you don’t mind at all when he starts to drill you properly - this is his favourite position, after all, it didn’t matter if it was you or Yunho underneath him. 

His hips don’t stop moving, pistoning into your cunt where you’re flat on the bed, his lips parting in a deep groan, “Pussy’s too good to think. Sorry, Yunho, p-promise it was hot.”

He’s not sorry at all, you all know that. Yunho scoffs. “I know it was. You two acting like sluts on that fuckin’ dancefloor, just like you were all those years ago. Hard, leaking, wet in your pants looking at me. I could see how horny you were.”

“Mmhm,” Mingi nods, delirious. You’re not able to respond, chest clenching in pathetic wails every time he pushes deep, fucking the noises out of you, and his hand moves to your back, soothing over your spine until he slaps your ass hard just for the sake of it. “G-Good little toy, that’s right, don’t have to speak, just take it. Good girl.”

He’s babbling again, nonsensical, praises and degradation into one - he’s always the same, and it always makes you gush easy for him. Yunho slides your hair out of your face, exposing flushed cheeks and spit slick lips, your eyes crossed with pleasure. The sight of you makes them both groan, and the older man plants a gentle slap on your cheek, gripping your jaw when you gasp.

“Fucked dumb,” He muses. “How pretty. Why don’t you cry a little for him, hm? You know he loves that.”

“It’s so much,” you manage, and he nods, cooing at you. It’s that which finally breaks you, and your chest bubbles with a sob, ripped harshly from you. “‘S so much, I can’t- can’t take it, daddy, please!”

They laugh at you again, you hear them, though Mingi’s is a lot more in awe than the other man’s. 

“Who’s your daddy, baby?” Yunho’s asking you, and it’s something he asks you often but it feels like you’re trying to move across clouds to respond to him. Everything’s so soft, comforting but your pussy continues to get rammed, overwhelmed, and you squeal, legs knocking together when you feel his thrusts start to get harsher but staggered. 

“B-both of you.” You slur. “Both- daddy, fill me up too-”

It ignites something in Mingi - he pulls out, gripping himself at the creamy base and flipping you over by your waist again. You’re on your back now, able to see them both, your boys; Yunho has that cheeky glint in his eyes that you love, looming over you with a half-hard cock and tousled, boyish hair - if you didn’t know him, you would trust him. 

Mingi distracts you, crowding into your space with furrowed eyebrows, thick thighs knocking your legs apart again before he sinks back inside. Yunho laughs at his impatience, hand smoothing over the younger man’s back as he starts to fuck you again and you know he’s really gonna cum now, moving so fast and hard that you both get knocked up the mattress a little.

You keen, “Fucking- oh, oh, that’s-“

“Language,” Yunho’s hand moves and pinches your thigh, and you wince, legs locking around Mingi. He pins you back down and then moves his focus to your clit, rolling it between his fingers; it’s so wet that it feels too good too quickly. “Gonna cum, aren’t you, baby?”

Your eyes roll back into your head when his fingers move over you instead, firmer, rubbing circles that make you heave, trying to catch your breath. Unable to answer him again, he hums, displeased.

That’s right, you almost forgot. He lets you get away with some things earlier but you don’t act like that around him, not really, only when you’re pretending like you don’t know them. Now, you know them, and there are rules - that also means you beg to cum, and you thank whatever higher powers there be because you remember before you fall off the edge.

“Please,” You struggle, nails scratching at both of them again, their arms this time, “please, please let me cum. Daddy, daddy, please-“

Mingi growls, fixated, “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum, you better cum with me, tiny.”

“There you go, honey. Your daddy said you can,” Yunho says, almost too sweet for you to believe but no, they did say that, and you’re squealing from it before they can take it back. 

You gush again, fluttering and writhing where you lay and halfway through it, Mingi nudges the dark haired man’s head to press his cheek against yours at an angle and kisses you both. 

Barely knowing what to do in your haze, they hold you still, tongues both messily sliding over yours, over each other - the man inside of you whimpers, thrusting harshly one last time, gasping against your mouths before he fills you with a fresh wave of cum. His cock throbs with it, pumping into you and when he can’t take it anymore he collapses, head on your chest, full weight a little overwhelming. 

Yunho kisses you a few times, fingertips moving to rub soft circles into your shoulders, your upper arms, before moving across your boyfriend’s scalp, massaging him too. He moans gratefully, exhausted, and you feel the same - your limbs are stiff and you groan when Mingi finally rolls off, slumping next to you in the wet sheets.

“I’ll just be cleaning you up, honey.” Yunho’s voice is gentler, and you hum, a smile creeping on your face - there he is, always in control. Mingi mumbles something that you don’t quite catch, arm hooking around your tummy, but your boyfriend hears him, chuckling, “That was referring to you, too.”

You want to laugh. “Don’t tell me he was trying to move.”

Yunho shifts closer, wet towel suddenly soft against your skin, and when you finally open your eyes he’s there, still naked, cock soft against his thigh and you wonder if he came again, sometime during it all. “Like I said, both of you fuck like virgins. Dead afterwards. Perished, even.”

You can’t argue. You’re not planning on moving any time soon; although the sheets are ruined, you’re exhausted after all that. The boys’ roleplay ideas are always crazy but well, there’s some that get a bit out of hand, like recreating the night you all met.

For the second time, Mingi grumbles nonsensically next to you. Yunho kisses the mole on the younger man’s cheek before kissing your hairline again. 

“Speaking of perished,” He murmurs, eyes shifting down to you playfully, putting on a dramatic voice, “I still think the next scene should be me, as Spider-Man, saving you and Min from possible perish-“

“Enough,” You grumble, kicking him softly with your foot. “Go to sleep.”

His laugh is so loud it makes Mingi kick him too, half-asleep, but then he really does settle, towel discarded on the floor. As if he was waiting for his presence to drop off properly, the younger man squirms closer on the mattress and reaches over you to tug Yunho in, pulling you into a pile, legs intertwined and a little sticky. It’s soothing though, naked and cuddling with your men, and Mingi starts to snore almost instantly.

The man plastered to your back sighs, though you know he’s not really bothered. “Sleep? With that?”

You huff, “Then just talk to me, duh.”

“Duh. You can actually just watch me play video games, if you want. Remember, my new monitor came yesterday, it’s curved and sexy and it’ll show you everything in-“

You fall asleep before he’s anywhere near finished.

[gummygowon]

hentai desuka? p2| jeong yunho

word count: 3.5k

genre: pwp (minor dni!), pervert!yunhox afab reader, college au!

"hentai desuka?" - are you a pervert?

warnings: 18+ mndi! mutual masturbation, fingering, semi-drunk sex? no p in v stuff - not proofread asdrffsdf

read part one here!

author's note: hello! here's part two for all you nasties omf (hoping i tagged everyone that requested the part two) - i have a part three situation in mind? but let's see how well this does and how busy i get as my new job picks up

"yo, the trio next door are throwing tonight, wanna go?" san asks popping into the living room.

"were we invited?" yeosang pipes in. surprisngly, he's down for parties most of the time but he has manners.

"yeah, i just ran into one of the roommates on the way back. we can just head over there for an hour or something." san answers as he puts down his groceries in the kitchen. although, san was an absolute light weight he itches for a good night out here and there.

"sure." yunho replies not looking up from his laptop.

"dude what have you been working on for the past couple of weeks. you've been glued to your laptop the whole day." yeosang interjects, still not answering san's question.

"this stupid group project that's due at the end of the week." yunho grumbles, still not looking up.

"are you like the only one contributing?" san questions peeking from the fridge door.

"no, definitely not."

which is true, you were getting your shit done on time but yunho sort of partially waited last minute to start the project and didn't realize that if he wanted to get everything done well, he was already behind. yes, he wanted to do a good job on the project for the grade but also to impress you? in some odd way.

"okay well, this is the perfect opportunity for a break then!" san chirps as he comes from the kitchen. "party starts at nine so get ready soon so we can pregame."

"ay ay captain." yunho calls out from the table finally closing his laptop.

"dude, like one shot is gonna kill him if we pregame." yeosang whispers when san walks into his room.

a small laugh escapes yunho's lips, "he'll be fine. we're just gonna be right next door."

yeosang was right.

san was a little more than buzzed after two shots but was determined to still go to the party which already starting based off the loud music bumping from the walls.

"let's go!" san shouts as the roommates make the quick walk next door.

yunho on the other hand was much better at handling his alcohol and was feeling a good buzz. his mind drifted towards you again. he wondered if you would be the at the party. maybe you guys could finally talk about more than your fucking class or group project.

"maybe you can find your package." yeosang notes half-jokingly as san knocks on the door.

for a second, he had no idea what the hell yeosang was talking about until he remembered his extremely well-thought out cover up when he was trying to figure out more about your rendezvous to his apartment building.

"oh yeah, you right."

the door opens and reveals the led-lit living room semi-packed with people. music leaked into the hallway as the three guys stepped inside and removed their shoes.

"there's some drinks in the kitchen. knock yourselves out!" an unfamiliar voice shouts at the guys.

san makes a beeline for the center of the room where there's a group of people dancing and mingling. yunho absentmindedly followed yeosang into the kitchen. his brain was too occupied trying to scope out the crowd. he recognized a few faces here and there but no one that he actually knew and talked to.

"you want any jungle juice?" yeosang asks pulling yunho out of his thoughts.

yunho nods in response and looks back into the small crowd in the middle. san's yapping to a small group of girls already with his face flushed as hell. among the people in the room, yunho finally spots you. you were sitting on the couch that was pushed back to the wall to make room for the makeshift dance floor, also in deep talks with another guy. you were wearing a maroon halter top that exposed more of your tattoo. still, in the dark yunho had a hard time making it out.

"you looking for your package or what?" yeosang teases as he hands yunho his cup.

"you can say that."

"do you know anyone here?" yeosang asks as he leans back on one of the counters his body facing the living room.

"kinda? i recognize a few people but my uh-a group project mate is here too."

yeosang looks back out to the room of people socializing. "are they cute?"

yunho nearly chokes on his drink.

"woah- i was just joking."

it was almost like divine timing or something because as yunho was recovering from his near-death experience, you stumbled into the kitchen.

"yunho?" you ask, your voice higher than usual.

he looks up and tries his best to not look like a fool. "oh hey!"

"oh my god, what are you doing here!" you ask as you inch closer to the roommate duo.

yunho could see your features more clearly now, especially the bright blush across your soft cheeks and the dazed look in your eyes. "i live next door so i came with my roommates." yunho motions towards yeosang who gives you a small wave.

"ohhh!"

yeosang catches yunho's gaze quietly and gives him a wink before leaving the two of you together which was lowkey a blessing and a curse in disguise.

yunho's eyes flick back towards you who was sifting through the dozen of random drinks on the table.

"you want a shot?" you ask, beaming up at yunho.

you looked pretty like this, yunho thought. flushed cheeks without a care in the world. even though, he still had his mystery jungle juice in his hand, how could he refuse you?

"sure!"

after nearly over pouring both shots, you hand yunho's to him carefully, "to that fuckass group project!"

"and hopefully a good grade!" yunho adds on before clinking his paper shot cup with yours, hitting it on the counter before letting the lukewarm soju hit his throat.

yunho can most definitely handle his alcohol but there was something that was making his beat faster. maybe it was the second hand smoke he was consuming in the apartment?

"do you dance?" you shoot another question at your groupmate.

"yeah, kinda?" yunho sheepishly answers being humble.

"really?" disbelief crosses your face. "i know i'm like drunk as hell but i can tell when people are fucking with me."

yunho awkwardly shrugged his shoulders. "i'm not."

"let me see then."

"like right now?"

you look back towards the living room and grab yunho's arm. "yep!" dragging him to a less crowded area in the living room, you finally let go of him. "go!"

something in the alcohol kicked in hard cause yunho actually listened. he carefully listened to the music over everyone's loud voices, finding the beat and then eventually a groove to the song. gradually, yunho started breaking out into bigger moves attracting the attention of the people nearby. to keep the good vibes going, "put me on something" by p-lo began playing causing everyone to shout in excitement. somehow a mini dance circled formed with yunho, san, and another party goer all smeezing and busting it down to the song earning the crowd's approval.

you couldn't help but gawk in awe, you had no idea yunho could get this lit. at some point, yunho pulled you in to start dancing which you happily obliged.

"i didn't know you could dance like that!" you shout over the music.

a small smile appears on yunho's face, "you'd be surprised."

you roll your eyes at yunho's nonchalance before going back to dancing.

yunho didn't know when you slipped from the dance floor but once the music genre changed to something a little slower, he realized he was thirsty. in the kitchen, yunho grabbed a cold water bottle from one of the coolers in the kitchen.

as he caught his breath, his eyes immediately went back to scoping the apartment for you. eventually, he found you sitting on the floor, grumpily waiting for the bathroom to open up. yunho grabbed another water bottle before stalking off to you.

"you good?" he asks as he hands you the bottle.

you happily take the bottle from him, "yeah, i just need to fucking pee. but someone! is taking forever."

yunho squats next to you on the floor, "you wanna use my bathroom? i'm right next door."

"are you for real?" you ask, your mood changing instantly.

"yeah, i don't mind."

"let's go."

next thing yunho knew, you were in his apartment, scratch that, you were in his fucking room. it was actually incredibly impressive that he wasn't tweaking out.

he patiently waited on the edge of his bed, trying to will away his nasty thoughts from his brain. before yunho exploded from his own thoughts, you pop out of the bathroom, patting your hands on your jeans. "you got a nice place."

"t-thanks." yunho stuttered. "let me go too and then we can head back. you can wait here or in the living room."

when yunho locked the door and sat on the toilet seat he fucking realized that his hamper was in his bathroom. his hamper that had your stolen underwear hanging off the side was fucking gone. shit. yunho immedialately pulled the hamper to him and rummaged through the dirty clothes.

where the fuck did it go? he could've sworn he saw it last when it was peeking out from the side of it. as long as you didn't see it, it would be fine right?

it was well too late to even do anything about it cause yunho's hamper was in the bathroom fucking near the toilet. there was no way you didn't notice it.

it was a wrap. it was fucked. yunho will now be remembered as the fucking perv next door.

he immediately, pressed his ear to the door to try and make out any sounds like texting, whispers, or a shut door. nothing. ah, fuck. shit. yunho took another thirty seconds to calm his fucking racing heart. how was he gonna face you now?

preparing for the absolute worse, yunho slowly opened the door and braced himself for yelling and/or a slap across his face.

"there you are." you purr, you were sitting on the edge of the bed with your arms behind you. there was a dark look in your eyes that yunho couldn't decipher especially in his buzzed state.

whatever calming techniques yunho did in the bathroom wore off, his heart was racing and something else was pulsing. "r-ready to go back?"

you hum, pretending to mull it over in your head. "can we sit for a minute? i'm tired."

unable to say no and also too scared to argue, yunho obliges and begins moving to his gaming chair while scanning his room for his contraband.

a frown falls on your face, "noo, come here."

god, he was going to explode.

carefully, yunho sat next to you, being mindful to keep his distance. but of course, you toyed with that gap and pushed it to it's limits. you lean in close to yunho's side, lips just ghosting the outer shell of his ear. "are you looking for something?"

yunho's heart dropped. his breath got caught in his throat. you knew.

"i-i don't know what you mean." god, he sounded pathetic.

"really?" you tease, staring deeper into yunho's soul.

"yes-s?" he avoided your heavy gaze, staring at everything but you.

soft fingers tug at his chin, forcing him to look at you. you just raised your eyebrows to emphasize your question. when yunho doesn't say anything you continue, "i didn't know you liked lace." slowly, you pull your stolen green lace panties from your pocket.

"i'm sorry." yunho blurted automatically and pulled away from your hand, "i-i didn't mean to-"

"it's okay yun, i'm not judging. i just wanna know why you took them." you laugh, trying to ease his frantic nerves, "these are my favorite pair, y'know."

any logical part of his brain completely refused to function. first off, the intense guilt, shame, and embarrassment of you finding your stolen panties in your classmate's bathroom, then the fact that you just called him, yun, and lastly and most surprisingly, you're not mad? no, wait pause let's also the fact that his favorite color and material just also happened to be your favorite underwear?? call him delusional, but yunho felt like this was some twisted match in heaven.

"i just think you're really pretty." yunho honestly blurted out. his fave burning even more. if he was red before, he didn't want to imagine the shade of tomato he was right now.

another cute laugh came from you, "yun, you could've just told me that instead of stealing my panties."

"i-i'm sorry, i can wash them and give it back to you."

"wash?" you pause and turn your full body towards him, "yunho, what were doing with these?"

yunho watched as you spread the thin fabric between your hands. a part of him was going stirring and beginning to go feral. you were basically playing with his cum. his dried cum that stained the pretty dark green fabric of yours. he looked up to see you were patiently waiting for an answer. yunho was buzzed on more than just alcohol at this point. the sickening urge came back to his body. a part of him just wanted to see what would happen if he just told you the truth.

he came back to his senses when you leaned back again on the bed creating movement. yunho studied for a second more, taking in the way how stunning you looked. hair down with your tattoo fully on display that he realized and it was a lot bigger than he imagined it to be. you had this look in your eyes that rivaled that sick urge yunho got every and now then. that look was egging him, no- daring him to tell you the truth.

"i used it to touch myself." yunho whispers, his own words betraying his brain, "i used it a lot especially when i was stressed."

"oh really?" you say in genuine surprise. "can you show me how you were touching yourself? i'm a visual learner, remember?"

holy fucking shit.

did yunho black out? was he dreaming? what the fuck was happening. this whole interaction was not something yunho planned for. he was expecting fury, disgust, humiliation, not you being into it???

"you can do that for me, can you?" you ask, voice dripping in a velvet purr. "it's the least you can do after stealing from me."

"y-yeah. i can do that." with a shaky hand, he grabbed the lacy panties from your hand and retreated back to his gaming chair so he could face you better.

after stalling the best he could by pretending to get comfortable and debating if he should argue and say he really only jerked off in the shower with it, yunho began by pushing his pants down enough to free his boxers. softly, he rubbed himself with the lace through his own underwear. he kept going until soft moans were tumbling past his lips.

yunho gave up on resisting the urge and let it take over his body.

with greedy fingers, he pulled his cock loose from the cloth and immediately replaced the cotton with the lace. a louder moan escaped his lips as yunho threw his head back in pleasure. the different texture created a new yet familiar sensation on yunho's hard cock.

he peeked through hooded eyes to see the same dark look that you had paired with your teeth biting hard on your bottom lip. the view turned him on even more as his hips gave a particularly harder thrust.

you couldn't just sit there and watch without anything which led to you tugging your shirt down enough to fully show your bra. through the bulky material, you began to palm yourself at the site in front of you.

more moans filled the air causing yunho to pry his eyes open to the glorious view of you equally getting yourself off. still fully clothed, yet you looked hotter than ever. your legs tightly crossed as a way to relieve sone of the pressure building in your core and your pink lacy bra out on display with your small hands trying it's best to grab everything had yunho so so fucking close.

yunho didn't even have to close his eyes and imagine some lewd image of you anymore. with heavy eyelids, he made sure to take in every moment that was happening. god, what fucking universe did he please to deserve such a treat.

"fuck, y/n." yunho groaned, "i'm close."

"keep going," you grit through your teeth.

and he did. he kept rubbing your stained panties over and over again so much so that his eyes were forced shut. the familiar pressure building in his lower stomach was about to spill over the edge, he just need a little more.

"yunho please."

that was it. that was all he needed for him to finish. more groans and curses kept tumbling out of his mouth as he rode out his orgasm.

by the time, he was done collecting himself he remembered that you were still here. daringly, he looked over to see you pouting with an impatient look.

"did you not finish princess?" yunho asked, not even fully aware of the petname he just called you.

you shook your head in response, desperately wanting yunho to take control.

"do you want me to help you?"

"y-yes." you mumble, crossing your legs even tighter.

"i got you princess."

yunho slips on his boxers on again not bothering to fully clean himself up before sliding behind you. with careful hands, you let him move the both of you so that you're rest comfortably with your back against his chest. you make quick work shimmying your bottoms down and kick the remaining fabric somewhere in the room.

"are you okay, princess?" yunho asks, his hands still resting on his thighs.

"yes." you mumble, becoming increasingly shy when you realize just how exposed you are.

yunho doesn't say anything more but he can feel how tense you are so he starts off by rubbing slow circles on your inner thighs before slowly moving to your clothed cunt.

a low hum slips from your lips. impatiently, you wiggle your hips closer to yunho's hand, urging him to do more.

it literally doesn't take much for yunho to get hard again once he realizes how needy you are. he doesn't make you wait long as he finally slips his long fingers into your sopping cunt. yunho has to physically stop himself from bucking his hips at how soaked your pussy is. it's practically dripping already from just watching yunho.

god, the things you did to him without even knowing.

yunho couldn't help himself as attached his lips to the base of your neck, sucking and nibbling without a care. the combined sensation of yunho's fingers sliding in out while he went fucking crazy with the neck kisses was beginning to overstimulate your senses.

he could feel the pressure in your lower core was building up fast based on how mouthy you were with him.

"fuck, yunho. i'm so close!" you gasp, clawing at his arm that was caging you in.

the relentless attacks on your body barely slowed even as you reached your high. yunho paused kissing your neck to focus on his fingers and the way you took him so fucking well. god, he would have to start praying or meditating or something as a way to thank the universe for bringing you to him.

soon after, you reached your high as yunho finally slowed his fingers allowing you to adjust and catch your breath. yunho took the moment to memorize this absolute beauty of a view in front of him. he had to take as many mental photos as he could. especially, the way he pulled his fingers out and a gush of cum spilled out.

fuckkkkk.

before you came to your senses, yunho reached over to his nightstand to grab some tissue so he could clean you up. carefully, he wiped away the cum, making sure to pay even more attention to your sensitive areas.

when he was done, you slowly stirred in the bed and began to dress yourself. a wave of panic flowed through yunho as he immediately began overthinking every little fucking detail of what just occurred.

"are you okay?" yunho sheepishly asks, suddenly hyper aware that he was still in his boxers. "a-are we good?"

a soft smile appears on your lips when you turn around after zipping up your pants. you wrap your arms around yunho's neck, "i'm great actually, i'll see you next week for our one on one review, yeah?"

christ, the effect you had yunho needed to be study. "y-yes."

you didn't pull away at first, instead tugging at yunho so that his ear was somewhat near your lips, "make sure to wash my panties too."

when you pull away, yunho's complexion is already deepened into a strong cherry color. you were about to leave the room when you stop in your tracks and look back, "but, if you leave fresh load on them, i wouldn't mind that either."

taglist: @sweetkain @hwastarsworld @woosansbb @fauxontherun @yungijoongsbaddie

[ikeumiu]

BUBBLES

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗜𝓞 ──── in which you run into hongjoong before a show, wanting a photo (maybe a kiss) but you’ve caught him at a horrible time. a time in which his stomach is bubbling and he’s rushing to the nearest bathroom.

﹙ 𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗨 ﹚ kim hongjoong x fan!fem!r | 𝑓𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿/𝑐𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗒 + swearing suggestive&parasocial jokes photo creds to rightful owners ﹗

𝓁ani speaks : hello this silly little plot popped in my head a few days ago, i have no idea why 😭😭 but here ya go. inspired by my dear @opiuons , this fic right here!!! this is also very self indulgent of me but ask me if i care

[yungistiny]

bound & ruined

[ J. Yunho ]

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summary: in which your dominant boyfriend is about to whimper and shake

warning: switch yunho, switch reader, unprotected sex, edging, multiple orgasms, choking, spanking, bondage, squirting, jerking off, anal fingering, oral, face riding, overstimulation, creampie

genre: smut

pairing: idol yunho x afab reader

word count: 4.6k

masterlist

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The apartment was unusually quiet for a Sunday afternoon. Yunho and Yeosang had left hours ago for the last day of the the fanmeet, leaving you with complete control of the television, a blanket thrown across your lap, and Yunho’s oversized hoodie draped around your shoulders because it still carried the faint scent of his cologne. The livestream countdown ticked away on the screen and you smiled despite yourself. Being the girlfriend of someone in ATEEZ came with strange little rituals. Learning choreographies without meaning to. Recognizing the members’ in ear monitors before anyone else noticed. Knowing exactly when Yunho was about to crack a joke during a ment because one corner of his mouth always twitched first.

It also meant you’d seen Wake Up more times than you could count. Concerts. Dance practices. Now fan meetings. Every single version somehow managed to feel different. Somehow managed to drive you a little crazier every time. You tucked your feet beneath you as the camera swept across the stage, the crowd erupting loud enough that even through the television speakers it filled the apartment. “There he is…” you murmured with an involuntary smile as Yunho walked into frame beneath the lights, freshly dyed light pink hair almost glowing against the darker stage, his white shirt crisp beneath the fitted black pinstriped vest. Even from the couch, you knew exactly how warm he’d be after the performance, how his sleeves would inevitably end up rolled to his forearms backstage because he hated the feeling of damp cuffs.

The music started and your attention snagged on that familiar prop. The black silk rope. Again. “Seriously?” you muttered to absolutely no one. You’d watched this choreography so many times you could probably perform half of it yourself. You remembered the first rehearsal clip Yunho had shown you, grinning as he asked, “Too much?” while practicing with the rope in your living room. You’d rolled your eyes then, insisting he looked ridiculous. He hadn’t believed you. Mostly because your face had turned bright red five seconds later.

Now, the choreography had become second nature to him. The rope slid effortlessly through his hands as if it belonged there, each practiced movement smooth, confident, almost unfairly controlled. He didn’t have to think about it anymore. You, unfortunately… thought about it far too much. You let out a slow breath, leaning back against the couch cushion. “This is getting ridiculous.” Every performance left you with the exact same thought. Yunho was always the one in control. In every playful argument. Every time you had sex. Until that choreography. Until you’d watched him effortlessly loop black rope around his hands for what felt like the millionth time.

And somewhere between the first performance and today… a dangerous little thought had planted itself in the back of your mind. What if, just once…. the roles were reversed? You groaned dramatically, dropping your head back against the couch. “He’d never go for it.” The television, unsurprisingly, offered no sympathy. Onscreen, Yunho finished the routine with the same confident smile that had first stolen your heart, meanwhile, his girlfriend sat frozen on the couch, blanket pooled forgotten around her lap, staring at the television with an expression somewhere between exasperation, inspiration, and hard need.

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By the time Yunho and Yeosang got home, the city had settled into that familiar Sunday night lull. Restaurants still buzzed beneath glowing signs, but most apartment windows were already lit with warm lamps instead of bright ceiling lights. Yunho unlocked the front door with practiced ease. “I’m home,” he called out as the door swung shut behind them. He slipped off his sneakers, lining them neatly beside Yeosang’s. “Baby?” Still no answer as Yeosang wandered straight toward the kitchen, already opening the refrigerator. “She’s probably out.”

Yunho hummed absentmindedly. “Yeah.” It wasn’t unusual. The convenience store at the end of the block had become one of your favorite little routines whenever he was gone for schedules. Sometimes you’d wander down there for ramen at 11:00 at night. Other times you’d come back with ice cream, chips, and whatever new drink had caught your eye. More than once he’d opened the freezer only to discover four different flavors because, in your words, you couldn’t decide. He smiled to himself at the thought as his eyes drifted toward the living room.

The blanket you’d been using earlier was still tossed across the couch, one sleeve of his oversized hoodie hanging over the armrest where you’d clearly abandoned it in a hurry. An empty mug sat on the coffee table beside the television remote, the screen now dark after the livestream had long since ended. “You watched today,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else as Yeosang appeared in the doorway carrying a bottle of water. “She said she would.”

Yunho reached down, absentmindedly picking up the hoodie. It still held a faint trace of your perfume beneath the familiar scent of his own, enough to make him smile despite how tired he was. “I’m gonna shower,” he said, draping the hoodie over one arm. “She’s probably grabbing snacks or something.” Yeosang nodded. “If she brings back those honey butter chips, they’re mine.”

Yunho made his way down the short hallway, pushing open his bedroom door with the toe of his sock. The room was exactly as he’d left it that morning. His side of the bed was unmade. Your charger still dangled from the outlet beside your pillow. One of your books rested face down on his nightstand where you’d clearly promised yourself you’d only stop reading for five minutes.

He set his bag on the floor with a sigh before shrugging out of his jacket, tossing it neatly across the chair in the corner. The silence didn’t strike him as strange. Not yet.

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Steam curled lazily beneath the bathroom door, the steady rush of the shower muffling the rest of the apartment as Yunho stood beneath the hot water with his head tipped back, letting the day’s exhaustion wash off him along with the last traces of stage makeup and washout pink dye. His shoulders ached pleasantly from three days of performances, fan interactions, and endless rehearsals. It was the kind of tired that only came after giving everything you had to thousands of people.

Outside the bathroom, the apartment remained quiet until the front door clicked open and you stepped inside carrying a small matte black paper bag tucked discreetly under your arm. Or tried to anyways. “Hey,” you called softly, slipping off your shoes. Yeosang leaned around the corner from the kitchen, still holding the bottle of water he’d been nursing. “Finally.” You blinked. “What?” He pointed an accusing finger at you. “Did you get the honey butter chips?”

“No.”

His face immediately fell. “You went out… and didn’t get snacks?”

“I wasn’t really shopping for snacks.”

“Then why’d you go?”

You hesitated for the briefest second before casually lifting the paper bag a little higher against your side. “Just…needed to grab something.” Yeosang eyed the bag suspiciously. “What’d you buy?”

Your grip tightened almost instinctively. “Oh…nothing exciting.”

“Hm.” He narrowed his eyes for a second, then shrugged. “As long as it’s not another mug.”

“I do not have that many mugs.”

“You have twelve.”

“I use them.”

“You rotate through three.”

“They all have different purposes.”

Yeosang stared. “You’ve named your mugs, haven’t you?”

“…Maybe.”

He sighed. “I’ll never understand either of you.”

You laughed, grateful the conversation had veered away from the bag tucked against your side. Because inside wasn’t another mug. Or a candle that Yunho and Yeosang liked to remind you that you had too many already. The small boutique three blocks away from the apartment wasn’t technically the closest shop. It also wasn’t the kind of place you could accidentally wander into. You’d stood outside its tinted windows for nearly ten minutes before working up the courage to go inside, your heart pounding so loudly you were convinced the cashier could hear it.

Even now, your cheeks warmed at the memory. The employee hadn’t batted an eye. They’d simply asked if you needed any help. You’d somehow managed to mumble, “I’m…just looking.” And then five painfully awkward minutes later, you’d walked back out carrying one small purchase nestled inside the discreet black bag now hidden against your side. A length of soft black rope. Nothing flashy. Nothing ornate. Just enough to turn a reckless thought that had been living rent free in your head ever since you saw the choreography for Wake Up for the first time into something undeniably real.

The sound of the shower still echoed faintly from down the hall as you slipped past the kitchen. “I’m gonna put my stuff away,” you said over your shoulder. Yeosang waved absentmindedly. “If Yunho asks, tell him I’m still mourning those chips.”

“I’ll let him know.” You disappeared down the hallway, closing Yunho’s bedroom door behind you with a quiet click. Only then did you finally pull the black rope from the bag. It rested neatly coiled in your hands. Seeing it sitting there in the bedroom somehow made the idea feel much less like an impulsive fantasy… and much more like a conversation you were actually going to have.

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The bathroom mirror had long since disappeared behind a layer of steam as Yunho ran a towel through his damp pink hair one last time. The hot shower had done exactly what he’d hoped. His muscles felt looser, the lingering ache in his back softened to something manageable after another full day of smiling, dancing, and waving beneath bright stage lights. He adjusted the towel secured around his waist before reaching for the doorknob and going down the hall to his bedroom.

You were perched against the headboard in one of his old tshirts, absently scrolling through your phone. His lips curved into a smile. “There you are. I thought you went missing.”

“I was only gone for a little while.”

Yunho wandered farther into the room towards his closet. “I came home and you weren’t here. I even called for you.” He was teasing because you and the guys all loved to call him clingy.

“I heard from Yeosang.”

He chuckled. “Apparently he was more concerned about honey butter chips than where you were.”

“He seemed pretty devastated I didn’t get any.”

“He’ll survive.” You smiled faintly before dragging your eyes down his damp body, gaze lingering at the obvious bulge of his dick behind the fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist.

Yunho noticed but decided to let you continue instead of tease you as he tilted his head. “So…” He stopped beside the bed. “Where’d you go?” Your gaze moved from the small drop of water you had been following as it moved slowly down his stomach to back up to his eyes. “Just out.” You shrugged.

“Out where?”

“The neighborhood.”

He gave you an amused look. “The neighborhood’s kind of big.” You shrugged again with what you hoped looked like casual indifference. “I just needed to grab something.”

“What’d you grab?”

“Nothing important.”

“Hm.” Yunho knew you well enough to recognize when you were being deliberately vague. Normally you would’ve happily told him about every aisle you’d wandered through, every impulse purchase you’d almost made, and whatever cashier had tried flirting with you.

Tonight… you were dodging.

His gaze drifted toward the nightstand as he reached for the charger he’d left plugged into the wall that morning. And that’s when he noticed it. The small matte black paper bag sat neatly beside his phone. It wasn’t large. The top had been folded over twice. No logo faced him, only plain black paper with short rope handles. He frowned slightly. “I don’t recognize that bag. Where’s it from?”

Your heartbeat stumbled. “Oh…” You glanced over far too quickly. “Yeah.” He picked up his phone but kept looking at the bag. “So that’s what you went out for?”

“Mhm.”

“What is it?”

You sat your phone down. “It’s…” You searched for an answer that wasn’t technically a lie. “…something I wanted.” He looked back at you with a suspicious look. “You’re being incredibly mysterious.”

“Am I?”

He stepped closer, leaning one shoulder lightly against the wall as he studied you for another moment. There was something different tonight. Not bad. Just….. Off. You wouldn’t quite meet his eyes for more than a second before looking away again. And every few moments your attention drifted toward the black bag as though checking it was still there and then right back to his dick. Yunho followed your gaze once more and when it drifted back to the bag…. “Can I look?”

Your eyes snapped back to his. “No.” The answer came so quickly that even you blinked and he couldn’t help laughing. “That was suspicious.”

“It’s…a surprise.”

“A surprise? For me?”

“…Eventually.”

He folded his arms, an amused grin slowly spreading across his face. “Now you’ve definitely made me curious.” You offered him your most innocent smile as he narrowed his eyes playfully. You looked away for all of two seconds just long enough to convince yourself he’d drop the subject.

Yunho, on the other hand… he’d absolutely no intention of letting his curiosity die that easily. The moment your attention drifted back toward your phone, he moved.

“Yunho!” Before you could react, he’d leaned across the nightstand, snatched the little black paper bag by its rope handles, and taken two long steps backward with a grin that screamed catch me if you can. “Hey!” You shot off the bed. “Give that back!”

He laughed, holding it just out of reach. “You’ve been acting suspicious since I got out the shower.”

“It is literally none of your business.”

“…My surprise isn’t my business?”

“You weren’t supposed to find out yet!”

“Too late.”

“Jeong Yunho.”

“Y/N.”

You folded your arms. “Don’t.”

“I just want one little peek.” His fingers were already unfolding the neatly creased top of the bag.

“Yunho…”

He glanced up, catching the genuine panic on your face and that only made him more curious. “What on earth could possibly have you this nervous?” Without waiting for an answer, he reached inside and your heart dropped into your stomach. “No, no, no…”

His fingers brushed something soft. Fabric. He slowly drew it out and looked at the neatly coiled length of black rope slipping from the bag into his hand and the room fell completely silent as Yunho just kept staring at it. His brows furrowed together. “What…” His eyes slowly lifted from the rope to you. Then back to the rope. Then back to you again. “What?”

You suddenly found the floor incredibly interesting.

“Baby? Why…” He held the rope up slightly, still looking utterly bewildered. “Why did you buy rope?” You rubbed the back of your neck, cheeks burning so hot you were convinced they could light the room.

“It’s…” you didn’t know how to say it. [[[[ “Baby I really want to tie you up and use you.”

Yunho looked at the rope again, then at the little black bag still dangling from his other hand. Realization didn’t hit all at once. It arrived in pieces. “Wait. Is this because of Wake Up?” It’s not like he was oblivious. He’d noticed the way you would get flustered at the choreo.

“…Maybe.”

Yunho stood frozen for another minute, still holding the neatly coiled rope as the corners of his mouth slowly, helplessly curled upward. He looked at you with an expression somewhere between stunned, amused, and deeply turned on. He gripped the rope and moved to stand in front of you where you still sat on the bed. He used his free hand to reach up and grip your chin gently making you look up at him. “Is that what this is?” His thumb brushed across your bottom lip. “You want me to tie you up, baby?”

You almost said yes without thinking. Almost completely forgetting what you bought the rope in the first place. “It’s…” you darted your tongue out, wetting your lips. “it’s not for me….”

Yunho stared at you, his grip on your chin holding on until the realization hit him and his hand fell. He was quiet for a few minutes before he spoke. “You….” A disbelieving breathless laugh escaped him. “you want to tie me up?”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he laughed. “Yeah…. that’s not gonna happen.” He shook his head and you pushed him back as you stood up. “What?” You felt like you were being rage baited. Him laughing like the idea, the fantasy you had, was ridiculous. Like there was no you would ever tie him up. So….. you pushed him. “Are you a pussy?”

Yunho’s laughter stopped. His eyes darkened almost instantly and his grip on the rope tightened. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” You looked down at the rope in his grip then towards his bulge still hidden behind the towel and smirked when you noticed his dick twitch. He liked this. He just refused to admit it. “You can’t do it. Unfortunate.” You moved your hand, all the nerves you had earlier about bringing this fantasy to him, gone. You slid your hand up his chest. “I had so many…..” you let out a little breathless laugh. “ways to use you.”

Use him….. the thought alone made Yunho’s dick twitch again. He could feel himself getting hard. He’s never let anyone in control before. He’s always been a very dominant person in bed. Even in the two years the two of you have been together the closes you ever got to taking control is when you ride him. And that didn’t really count for much.

“Look at you…” your voice was full of false concern as you slid your hand back down his chest and moved it right against his dick. “you’re already hard just thinking about it.”

Yunho’s mind raced the second the words left your mouth. He kept replaying the image of you binding him, taking control, using every inch of him while he lay helpless. The thought should have felt ridiculous, but his dick twitched hard again, betraying how much the idea turned him on. He swallowed, jaw tight, trying to look unaffected even as the tips of his ears turned red.

After a long moment he exhaled through his nose and muttered, “Fine… you can try. But we both know you’ll have me pounding that pussy to come before you can finish.” He pressed the coiled rope into your hand, fingers lingering against yours like he was still deciding whether to snatch it back. You didn’t give him the chance. Your free hand hooked onto the towel around his waist and yanked it off in one swift motion. His dick sprang free, thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip and the sight made your pulse jump because he was harder than he wanted to admit.

Yunho shifted toward the bed, but you snapped the rope across his bare ass with a sharp crack making him jolt and a startled grunt escaping him, but he refused to turn around or let you see the way his dick bobbed at the sting. Instead he climbed onto the mattress without a word, settling on his back against the pillows. “So… like how do you wanna do this?” His voice came out rougher than usual.

You grabbed his wrists, looping the rope around them with quick, confident knots as Yunho watched every movement, eyes darkening as you pulled the bindings tight. Once his hands were secured you shoved him flat, climbing over his hips and dragging his bound arms above his head. The rope stretched taut when you looped it around the headboard. He tested the restraint immediately, biceps flexing, but the knots held firm making a low, involuntary sound leave him when he realized he truly couldn’t get free.

You slid off him slowly, pausing just long enough to drag your tongue over the leaking tip of his dick. Yunho’s hips jerked upward, chasing the wet heat, but you were already moving away, standing beside the bed and peeled your clothes off piece by piece while he watched, chest rising and falling faster with every inch of skin you revealed, dick twitching visibly when you finally stood naked in front of him.

“By now you’d already have me sprawled out,” you said, voice low and teasing, “trying to edge me while burying your tongue in me.” The image hit him hard and his dick jerked again, a fresh bead of precum sliding down the length as you crawled back onto the bed, kissing up his thighs, letting your breath ghost over his balls before dragging your tongue in one long stripe from base to tip. You never took him into your mouth though. Instead you continued upward, nipping at his chest until your teeth closed around one nipple and Yunho hissed, hips bucking as more precum spilled from him.

You straddled him again, his dick trapped hot and hard against your stomach. It throbbed against your skin, the tip brushing the underside of your breasts when you leaned forward to kiss him then sat back up and rocked your hips just enough to let the length slide between your folds, coating him in your wetness while your clit dragging along the ridge of him. Yunho groaned, voice strained. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

You teased him just like that for a good long minute before reaching down and wrapping your hand around his dick. You stroked him slowly at first, savoring the way his abs tightened, then picked up speed until your fist was flying over him. “Look at you,” you murmured, “already leaking all over my hand. You like being tied up don’t you.” Yunho’s only answer was a broken moan as you brought your index finger to your mouth, sucking it slowly until it glistened.

Yunho’s eyes widened as you reached between his spread thighs, panting and watching your hand disappear lower. The first press of your fingertip against his hole made his entire body tense. You pushed inside carefully, working the digit deeper while your other hand kept stroking his dick. “Holy fuck,” he gasped, the word cracking into a whimper when you started thrusting your finger in time with your strokes. “God, baby…. your finger feels so good… fuck, don’t stop….. please….” His dick pulsed in your grip, balls drawing tight and right as his breathing turned ragged and his thighs started to shake you pulled both hands away.

Yunho blinked up at the ceiling, chest heaving, dick twitching angrily in the sudden absence of touch. “What are you doing?” he demanded, voice hoarse as you crawled up his body until your knees framed his head. “You want my pussy, baby?” His mouth opened, the word, please, already forming, but he bit it back at the last second and you smirked. “Yeah, you do.” You lowered yourself, settling over his face.

Yunho’s tongue met you immediately, plunging deep, groaning into your folds as you rocked against his mouth. His bound hands jerked uselessly at the headboard while you rode his face, using his tongue exactly how you wanted, gripping the headboard, grinding yourself against him, crying out when he sucked your clit and held on until your thighs trembled and you came with a sharp cry, grinding down harder. You couldn’t move for a second, catching your breath before sliding off of him, leaving his chin and lips shiny with your release.

Yunho panted, still tugging at the rope. “Okay… come on… I need…..” You cut him off by straddling his hips again and reaching between your bodies, lining his dick up and sinking down in one slow motion until he bottomed out. Both of you moaned at the stretch, your walls clenching him as you started a slow pace, rolling your hips in deep circles, grinding your clit against his pubic bone with every downward stroke.

Yunho’s breathing grew ragged fast again, he was already overstimulated from everything you’d done to him so far that the orgasm hit without warning. He came with a choked shout, dick pulsing inside you, flooding you. But you didn’t stop. You rode him straight through it, pace increasing until the wet sounds of your bodies filled the room.

You leaned forward, wrapping one hand around his throat and squeezing just enough to make his eyes roll back and make him whimper, the sound high and needy as you kept pounding yourself down onto him, your own pleasure building until you started to squirt around him, splashing between your thighs. Your legs shook but you didn’t let up until the tremors became too much and you had to stop, lifting off him on shaky limbs.

Yunho lay wrecked beneath you, chest heaving, dick still twitching and glistening as you grabbed his legs, folding him in half until his knees nearly touched his shoulders. His eyes went wide, a mix of shock and raw need as you climbed back on, sinking down onto his overstimulated dick once more.

The new angle let you take him even deeper and Yunho moaned brokenly with every thrust, completely lost. “Please… fuck, baby… fuck… take it… please… it’s yours…” The words tumbled out of him in a desperate babble, voice cracking as you rode him hard, the wet slap of skin echoing as you chased your own release. “Yunho…. say it….” You held onto his legs. “say you love it.”

“Fuck….” He jerked against the rope then tightened his grip on it just taking it. “Yes…. Fuck… yes…. Baby use me… fuck me…”

And you did. You kept pounding yourself on him relentlessly, your walls fluttering as you felt him throbbing. Yunho came again with a loud, helpless moan, dick jerking inside you. The feeling pushed you over the edge, crying out, walls clenching harder now as you came, body shaking. You stayed seated until the last aftershocks faded, milking him for everything he had before slowly lifting off of him, both of you panting and spent.

Yunho’s wrists were still bound above his head, chest glistening with sweat, expression dazed and thoroughly fucked out. The rope had done exactly what you hoped, left him completely at your mercy, and he hadn’t been able to hide how much he loved every second of it.

You dragged yourself off the bed, snatching his robe off his closet door, pulling it on and staring at your ruined boyfriend. “I’m gonna take a shower.” You bent down, kissing him, then turned and started walking towards the door.

“Y/N…” Yunho jerked at the rope. “I’m still tied up.” You didn’t even glance at him as you opened the door. “I won’t be long.” He gaped at you as you left him there. “Y/N! Get back here! Baby, please! This isn’t funny.” He slammed his head back against the pillows as Yeosang peeked in the room, took in the sight of him naked and bound….. “Mingi, they’re done.”

“What?” Yunho jerked at the rope as the shower could be heard turning on down the hall. “Yeosang… get me out…”

Yeosang just snorted and left as Mingi rounded the corner. “Dude…” he started laughing. “you get loud, you know that?” He walked inside, “where’s my charger I let you borrow?” Yunho glared at him. “Fuck your charger! Get me loose.” Mingi ignored him, finding his charger on the bedside table. He grabbed then dug his phone out of his pocket.

“What are you doing!” Yunho stared as Mingi angled his phone then it flashed taking a picture. “DELETE IT.” Yunho snapped, he was jerking so hard at the rope now the headboard started banging against the wall. “Damn man….” Mingi grinned at him as he shoved his phone back into his pocket and started walking back out of the room. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

And Yunho could do nothing but lay there.

Used.

Thoroughly fucked.

And completely bound.

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[starlitjoong]

Amazing

[bnanamlkluvr]

Poly!YunSanGi SMAU

Pairing: Boyfriends!Yunsangi x Fem!Reader Tags/warnings: no smut, pure fluffy stuff, some adult language, just yunho, san, and mingi being the best and goofy boyfriends, fem petnames, purely fictional stuff 

A/N: I love these freaks

[everyonewooeverywhere]

NSFW 18+ | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Word Count: 2.2k

Tags (Some are exclusive to part 2): Polyamory, Threesome (F/F/F), Lesbian Sex, Cigarette Burning, Kink Discovery, Strapping, Butchfemme dynamics, Dom Seongwa, Switch Mingi, Literally everyone is lesbian (hallelujah)

Pairing: Butch GF!Seonghwa x Femme!Reader x Butch!Mingi

This is a PART ONE. Second part is coming soon.

Synopsis: Keeping your sex life interesting was never your job. It was Seonghwa's. And she always knew how to keep you on your toes.

Author's Note: Chat I'm sorry this is such an aggressive self-insert. So just picture me, ok? Perfffff

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"I hope they haven't been waiting on us too long," a small pout forms on your lips. You may have taken a little more time than you intended to get ready. But looking this good took time, and your girlfriend was certainly never going to be the one to rush you. In fact, she often enabled it, sitting behind you on your spot on the floor and playing with your hair until you were ready to do that too.

Seonghwa's hand curls around your waist, two fingers just barely slipping under the waistband of your miniskirt, "they can be patient." She presses her lips to the crown of your hair.

You look up at her, subconsciously leaning into her side, your head tucking into the curve between her shoulder and collarbone. The smell of her perfume is strongest there, notes of cardamom and sandalwood burrowed into her skin. "You look really handsome tonight," you slide a hand up her chest to her neck, nails tracing her jaw, placing a small kiss to the right of her chin. A thin, clear print of your lips from your gloss shines on her tan skin. Your fingers tangle in the mess of layered necklaces clasped at the back of her neck. 

She really does look good, and it makes your stomach flip just looking at her. The loose, washed-gray tank top hands perfectly on her slender frame. She has it tucked into her black denim jeans and covered by the thin steel gray vest that sits over it. And with it all is the beat up, onyx leather jacket you thrifted for her birthday that's conveniently sitting over your bare shoulders right now. Your green Coach purse sits over her shoulder, holding your phone and her keys. You can see the small goosebumps through the lines of ink covering her arms, but you know she's not going to take that jacket back until you're both warm inside.

She chuckles, pulling you in front of her, both arms wrapped around your waist, "Thank you, mama." You loop an arm around her neck to keep yourself balanced. "You look pretty, too," it's just a murmur as her lips graze yours. It's not a full kiss but it's enough to satiate her urge to let everyone know she's unapologetically yours right now. Her fingers play with the hem of your white tank top, thumb tracing the stitching, "I like this top."

You raise an eyebrow at her, "Yeah? Not just the way my boobs look in it?"

A slow smirk rises on her lips, "Why not both?" Her eyes trace over your body, over the swell of your breasts, down the shape of your stomach and hips, all the way to the strappy black heels on your feet. 

The piercing gaze pricks your skin, a reminder of how unequivocally hers you really are.

The queue slowly inches forward, but it hardly feels like any time at all. Seonghwa doesn't unwrap herself from you even as you make it inside. She keeps her arm snugly around your waist as you approach. You see your friends at the far end of the bar, chatting it up with one another over an assortment of drinks.

Saturday nights at EIGHT's were always busy, but you could always count that your friends would be camped in that same spot even if they had to bribe people out of the way to be there. It never really mattered to you, but Yeosang always insisted. That was your spot, no one could take it.

You see her first, her warm, blonde hair shining in the bar's neon orange lights.

"Ah you made it!" she beams, "I was getting worried." She tosses her hair over her shoulder before wrapping you in a hug, her arms linking tightly around your shoulders. You struggle to breathe when she squeezes you, clearly oblivious to her own strength as her biceps tighten with every second.

You inhale a deep breath when she lets you go, a small laugh escaping you, "Sorry we're late. I lost track of time."

"All good, honey!" She smiles up at Seonghwa, hugging her in an identical fashion to you before sitting back on her bar stool.

"Jongho's in the bathroom," Yeosang sips at her margarita, licking a speck of salt off of her fingers, "she's had a bit to drink already." Jongho could always out drink the rest of you when it came to tolerance, but her bladder control was another story. "Actually, Hwa, there was something we wanted to talk with you about."

Seonghwa nods, her arm securely around your waist. You drift away from their conversation, brain and eyes wandering further down the bar. 

To the bartender. One you'd never seen before.

You're used to the same two men working the behind bar every Saturday night. Soobin worked the end closest to the entrance, and Theo worked at the other end—your end. Soobin is exactly where you expect him to be, flirting with older men at his end of the bar. 

But Theo. Well, he's nowhere to be found.

Instead, there's a woman. A beautiful woman. She's tall, probably bordering six feet. Her silver hair is cut into a mullet that just shaggy enough where you want to push it out of her eyes. And her arms, god her arms, you can't help but imagine them flexing right in your face—maybe even wrapped around your throat.

As she approaches, you can see the glint of silver jewelry right on her bridge, and a hoop dangling from the center of her nose.

She catches your gaze immediately, a more than friendly smile on her face. Seonghwa's presence doesn't even phase her. It makes your stomach flutter.

"What can I get started for you, baby?" Just as you had hoped, those arms do flex right in your face. 

"A mojito, please," you reach to pull your card out of the purse hanging from Seonghwa's shoulder, but she shakes her head.

"It's on the house."

You freeze, dropping the bag, "Are you sure? I don't mind."

"All good. Don't worry about it." 

"Where's Theo?" Your eyebrows pinch together, trying to get a good read on her.

A deep laugh escapes her, "Oh c'mon, baby. You're not really asking me about a man while I'm trying to flirt with you, are you?"

Seonghwa's hand flexes on your hip. You glance up at her. She's still focused on Yeosang, but the message is clear. She's listening. She knows.

"I'm sorry. I've just never seen you before." I would remember. "Are you new?" You lean forward against the bar, hands folded one on top of the other.

She slaps a handful of mint leaves, tossing them in a glass, "Just filling in. Theo's out for the week, so I'm covering for him. I usually only work weeknights."

"Ah…I see." You watch as her arm flexes as she shakes the drink with one hand. You admire the tattoos wrapped around it, how they dip and stretch around her biceps. 

You smile when she pours the drink in front of you, putting a straw in the glass. "Thank you," you smile, biting your lip just barely. You can taste the cherry flavoring of your lip gloss. "What's your name?"

She reaches her hand across the bar, "Mingi." You shake her hand, her grip so firm it makes your legs wobble, "it's nice to meet too." Her name is just as masculine as she is. She smirks as you look her up and down again, eyes tracing over her shoulders this time, exposed by her tight black tanktop, and over her chest down to where her hands are settled on her waist.

Her fingers are covered in rings, all silver, none the same shape or size. You wonder what the chains around her neck would feel like under your fingertips or how close they would hang over your face if she was on top of you. She chuckles, giving you a lopsided grin before being called away by another patron.

You watch as she saunters away, going to greet the group of older women chatting together a few stools down from you. They greet her with wide, familiar smiles.

The hand on your waist squeezes again. You look up at Seonghwa, and this time she's looking back down at you, eyebrow raised in question. You can read it from her expression. You like her?

You nod, lip pulling between your teeth, "Where'd you even find her?"

"Mmh, I have my secrets," she plants a kiss on your cheek, "don't wanna spoil the fun." Her eyes drop to your lips, bottom one jutted out in a pout. But she only chuckles, hand running over your hair, "you trust me."

"I do."

She tilts your chin up with her knuckle, "good girl." The kiss she leaves is fleeting, just a reminder. She's in control, and there's no need to worry about anything.

—

Mingi has a break an hour later. She waves you down to join her out back. Anticipation flutters in your stomach, but you join her excitedly, leaving Seonghwa with your friends.

"Figured it might be easier to talk with you out here," she smiles that goofy smile again, the one that's slightly off-center and shows of the slight crook of one of her front teeth.

You nod, moving to stand in front of where she's leaned up against the brick wall, turning down the cigarette she offers you. You like looking at her up close now. You can take it all in much easier. The curves of her muscles are much softer in the streetlights, but you still watch them flex as she brings the cig up to her lips. You admire the chains looped to her belt, they clink together when she adjusts her hips, and you can't help but want to tug on them.

"You can touch, honey." She shifts her legs so you're standing between them now, her hand resting on her thigh but close enough to her hip that you feel like she might grab it at any moment. And you desperately hope that she does.

You bite your lip, looping your pointer finger through one of her belt loops like it's something you've done a thousand times. Her stomach rises and falls with every breath, and you want to press your hand against it, feel the muscles contracting. "Do you really work here?"

She raises an eyebrow, "yes?"

"Hm," you trace your thumb over the stitching of the belt loop, "but Hwa must've found you online, right? Is that a coincidence or…" 

"You're cute," she chuckles, free hand ghosting your hip. You lean into it. "I think you know very well that I'm not supposed to tell you that."

You purse your lips, stepping closer, "Why are you listening to her? What about me?"

She takes a drag, blowing the smoke away from your face. Her hand slides to your back, the callouses of her fingers on your bare skin, "She warned me that you were this type." She laughs, "you just like to make trouble, don't you? And take people down with you?"

"She won't hurt you," you mutter, hands sliding up her stomach, fingers caressing the bare skin of her midriff. “Her rules aren't serious. It's just fun.”

“That’s not the impression I was given,” she cups the back of your neck, thumb pressing into the underside of your jaw tilting your face up toward hers. “I am curious what happens when you get in trouble, though.” Her voice drops an octave, “I wonder how she punishes you, pretty girl.”

You slide the tips of your fingers under her top, splaying them across her ribs, almost pressing yourself completely into her, “You’re welcome to find out.” Her eyes drop to your lips, and you take that as your invitation to press them against hers.

She hums into the kiss, tangling her hand in your hair, tilting your head to better slot her lips against yours. She tastes faintly of bourbon and cigarette smoke, a taste you eagerly swallow. You focus on her bottom lip, nibbling on it gently.

Her hips press into your front. And that's when you feel it, the distinct bulge right at her zipper. A quiet moan slips from your throat and into her mouth.

Mingi grins, pulling from you not even an inch, "I thought I'd come prepared tonight." Her hand wraps around the meat of your thigh as she hoists it up, wrapping your leg around her waist. She grinds into you, pushing the mound of her strap between your legs.

You feel a sharp burn on your thigh. Her cigarette. You gasp into her mouth, failing to mask the moan.

She jerks back from you. "Shit. Baby I'm sorry," she tosses it to the ground, stepping on it, grinding it into the gravel. She caresses the burn on your thigh, "Are you okay?" Her voice is serious, worried.

But you can't help the heat pulsing between your thighs. You wished she hadn't put it out. You wanted to try it again.

She raised an eyebrow at you when you bit your lip, nodding and leaning back into her. "I'm fine."

You felt her soft chuckle through the hands you had planted on her chest, "you just learn something new about yourself?"

"Maybe," you whispered, leaning back in to kiss her. Her phone was vibrating in her pocket but you ignored it.

But she stopped you, pecking you on the lips. She pulled the phone out of her pocket to show you the screen. A timer. Another rule you were kept in the dark about. A thrill shot up your spine. "My time's up, pretty girl." You whined, head falling forward onto her shoulder. "C'mon. Let's get you back inside."

[everyonewooeverywhere]

very diligently working on part 2 trust 🫡

[starlitjoong]

Oh I’m so sat.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

NSFW 18+ | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Word Count: 2.2k

Tags (Some are exclusive to part 2): Polyamory, Threesome (F/F/F), Lesbian Sex, Cigarette Burning, Kink Discovery, Strapping, Butchfemme dynamics, Dom Seongwa, Switch Mingi, Literally everyone is lesbian (hallelujah)

Pairing: Butch GF!Seonghwa x Femme!Reader x Butch!Mingi

This is a PART ONE. Second part is coming soon.

Synopsis: Keeping your sex life interesting was never your job. It was Seonghwa's. And she always knew how to keep you on your toes.

Author's Note: Chat I'm sorry this is such an aggressive self-insert. So just picture me, ok? Perfffff

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"I hope they haven't been waiting on us too long," a small pout forms on your lips. You may have taken a little more time than you intended to get ready. But looking this good took time, and your girlfriend was certainly never going to be the one to rush you. In fact, she often enabled it, sitting behind you on your spot on the floor and playing with your hair until you were ready to do that too.

Seonghwa's hand curls around your waist, two fingers just barely slipping under the waistband of your miniskirt, "they can be patient." She presses her lips to the crown of your hair.

You look up at her, subconsciously leaning into her side, your head tucking into the curve between her shoulder and collarbone. The smell of her perfume is strongest there, notes of cardamom and sandalwood burrowed into her skin. "You look really handsome tonight," you slide a hand up her chest to her neck, nails tracing her jaw, placing a small kiss to the right of her chin. A thin, clear print of your lips from your gloss shines on her tan skin. Your fingers tangle in the mess of layered necklaces clasped at the back of her neck. 

She really does look good, and it makes your stomach flip just looking at her. The loose, washed-gray tank top hands perfectly on her slender frame. She has it tucked into her black denim jeans and covered by the thin steel gray vest that sits over it. And with it all is the beat up, onyx leather jacket you thrifted for her birthday that's conveniently sitting over your bare shoulders right now. Your green Coach purse sits over her shoulder, holding your phone and her keys. You can see the small goosebumps through the lines of ink covering her arms, but you know she's not going to take that jacket back until you're both warm inside.

She chuckles, pulling you in front of her, both arms wrapped around your waist, "Thank you, mama." You loop an arm around her neck to keep yourself balanced. "You look pretty, too," it's just a murmur as her lips graze yours. It's not a full kiss but it's enough to satiate her urge to let everyone know she's unapologetically yours right now. Her fingers play with the hem of your white tank top, thumb tracing the stitching, "I like this top."

You raise an eyebrow at her, "Yeah? Not just the way my boobs look in it?"

A slow smirk rises on her lips, "Why not both?" Her eyes trace over your body, over the swell of your breasts, down the shape of your stomach and hips, all the way to the strappy black heels on your feet. 

The piercing gaze pricks your skin, a reminder of how unequivocally hers you really are.

The queue slowly inches forward, but it hardly feels like any time at all. Seonghwa doesn't unwrap herself from you even as you make it inside. She keeps her arm snugly around your waist as you approach. You see your friends at the far end of the bar, chatting it up with one another over an assortment of drinks.

Saturday nights at EIGHT's were always busy, but you could always count that your friends would be camped in that same spot even if they had to bribe people out of the way to be there. It never really mattered to you, but Yeosang always insisted. That was your spot, no one could take it.

You see her first, her warm, blonde hair shining in the bar's neon orange lights.

"Ah you made it!" she beams, "I was getting worried." She tosses her hair over her shoulder before wrapping you in a hug, her arms linking tightly around your shoulders. You struggle to breathe when she squeezes you, clearly oblivious to her own strength as her biceps tighten with every second.

You inhale a deep breath when she lets you go, a small laugh escaping you, "Sorry we're late. I lost track of time."

"All good, honey!" She smiles up at Seonghwa, hugging her in an identical fashion to you before sitting back on her bar stool.

"Jongho's in the bathroom," Yeosang sips at her margarita, licking a speck of salt off of her fingers, "she's had a bit to drink already." Jongho could always out drink the rest of you when it came to tolerance, but her bladder control was another story. "Actually, Hwa, there was something we wanted to talk with you about."

Seonghwa nods, her arm securely around your waist. You drift away from their conversation, brain and eyes wandering further down the bar. 

To the bartender. One you'd never seen before.

You're used to the same two men working the behind bar every Saturday night. Soobin worked the end closest to the entrance, and Theo worked at the other end—your end. Soobin is exactly where you expect him to be, flirting with older men at his end of the bar. 

But Theo. Well, he's nowhere to be found.

Instead, there's a woman. A beautiful woman. She's tall, probably bordering six feet. Her silver hair is cut into a mullet that just shaggy enough where you want to push it out of her eyes. And her arms, god her arms, you can't help but imagine them flexing right in your face—maybe even wrapped around your throat.

As she approaches, you can see the glint of silver jewelry right on her bridge, and a hoop dangling from the center of her nose.

She catches your gaze immediately, a more than friendly smile on her face. Seonghwa's presence doesn't even phase her. It makes your stomach flutter.

"What can I get started for you, baby?" Just as you had hoped, those arms do flex right in your face. 

"A mojito, please," you reach to pull your card out of the purse hanging from Seonghwa's shoulder, but she shakes her head.

"It's on the house."

You freeze, dropping the bag, "Are you sure? I don't mind."

"All good. Don't worry about it." 

"Where's Theo?" Your eyebrows pinch together, trying to get a good read on her.

A deep laugh escapes her, "Oh c'mon, baby. You're not really asking me about a man while I'm trying to flirt with you, are you?"

Seonghwa's hand flexes on your hip. You glance up at her. She's still focused on Yeosang, but the message is clear. She's listening. She knows.

"I'm sorry. I've just never seen you before." I would remember. "Are you new?" You lean forward against the bar, hands folded one on top of the other.

She slaps a handful of mint leaves, tossing them in a glass, "Just filling in. Theo's out for the week, so I'm covering for him. I usually only work weeknights."

"Ah…I see." You watch as her arm flexes as she shakes the drink with one hand. You admire the tattoos wrapped around it, how they dip and stretch around her biceps. 

You smile when she pours the drink in front of you, putting a straw in the glass. "Thank you," you smile, biting your lip just barely. You can taste the cherry flavoring of your lip gloss. "What's your name?"

She reaches her hand across the bar, "Mingi." You shake her hand, her grip so firm it makes your legs wobble, "it's nice to meet too." Her name is just as masculine as she is. She smirks as you look her up and down again, eyes tracing over her shoulders this time, exposed by her tight black tanktop, and over her chest down to where her hands are settled on her waist.

Her fingers are covered in rings, all silver, none the same shape or size. You wonder what the chains around her neck would feel like under your fingertips or how close they would hang over your face if she was on top of you. She chuckles, giving you a lopsided grin before being called away by another patron.

You watch as she saunters away, going to greet the group of older women chatting together a few stools down from you. They greet her with wide, familiar smiles.

The hand on your waist squeezes again. You look up at Seonghwa, and this time she's looking back down at you, eyebrow raised in question. You can read it from her expression. You like her?

You nod, lip pulling between your teeth, "Where'd you even find her?"

"Mmh, I have my secrets," she plants a kiss on your cheek, "don't wanna spoil the fun." Her eyes drop to your lips, bottom one jutted out in a pout. But she only chuckles, hand running over your hair, "you trust me."

"I do."

She tilts your chin up with her knuckle, "good girl." The kiss she leaves is fleeting, just a reminder. She's in control, and there's no need to worry about anything.

—

Mingi has a break an hour later. She waves you down to join her out back. Anticipation flutters in your stomach, but you join her excitedly, leaving Seonghwa with your friends.

"Figured it might be easier to talk with you out here," she smiles that goofy smile again, the one that's slightly off-center and shows of the slight crook of one of her front teeth.

You nod, moving to stand in front of where she's leaned up against the brick wall, turning down the cigarette she offers you. You like looking at her up close now. You can take it all in much easier. The curves of her muscles are much softer in the streetlights, but you still watch them flex as she brings the cig up to her lips. You admire the chains looped to her belt, they clink together when she adjusts her hips, and you can't help but want to tug on them.

"You can touch, honey." She shifts her legs so you're standing between them now, her hand resting on her thigh but close enough to her hip that you feel like she might grab it at any moment. And you desperately hope that she does.

You bite your lip, looping your pointer finger through one of her belt loops like it's something you've done a thousand times. Her stomach rises and falls with every breath, and you want to press your hand against it, feel the muscles contracting. "Do you really work here?"

She raises an eyebrow, "yes?"

"Hm," you trace your thumb over the stitching of the belt loop, "but Hwa must've found you online, right? Is that a coincidence or…" 

"You're cute," she chuckles, free hand ghosting your hip. You lean into it. "I think you know very well that I'm not supposed to tell you that."

You purse your lips, stepping closer, "Why are you listening to her? What about me?"

She takes a drag, blowing the smoke away from your face. Her hand slides to your back, the callouses of her fingers on your bare skin, "She warned me that you were this type." She laughs, "you just like to make trouble, don't you? And take people down with you?"

"She won't hurt you," you mutter, hands sliding up her stomach, fingers caressing the bare skin of her midriff. “Her rules aren't serious. It's just fun.”

“That’s not the impression I was given,” she cups the back of your neck, thumb pressing into the underside of your jaw tilting your face up toward hers. “I am curious what happens when you get in trouble, though.” Her voice drops an octave, “I wonder how she punishes you, pretty girl.”

You slide the tips of your fingers under her top, splaying them across her ribs, almost pressing yourself completely into her, “You’re welcome to find out.” Her eyes drop to your lips, and you take that as your invitation to press them against hers.

She hums into the kiss, tangling her hand in your hair, tilting your head to better slot her lips against yours. She tastes faintly of bourbon and cigarette smoke, a taste you eagerly swallow. You focus on her bottom lip, nibbling on it gently.

Her hips press into your front. And that's when you feel it, the distinct bulge right at her zipper. A quiet moan slips from your throat and into her mouth.

Mingi grins, pulling from you not even an inch, "I thought I'd come prepared tonight." Her hand wraps around the meat of your thigh as she hoists it up, wrapping your leg around her waist. She grinds into you, pushing the mound of her strap between your legs.

You feel a sharp burn on your thigh. Her cigarette. You gasp into her mouth, failing to mask the moan.

She jerks back from you. "Shit. Baby I'm sorry," she tosses it to the ground, stepping on it, grinding it into the gravel. She caresses the burn on your thigh, "Are you okay?" Her voice is serious, worried.

But you can't help the heat pulsing between your thighs. You wished she hadn't put it out. You wanted to try it again.

She raised an eyebrow at you when you bit your lip, nodding and leaning back into her. "I'm fine."

You felt her soft chuckle through the hands you had planted on her chest, "you just learn something new about yourself?"

"Maybe," you whispered, leaning back in to kiss her. Her phone was vibrating in her pocket but you ignored it.

But she stopped you, pecking you on the lips. She pulled the phone out of her pocket to show you the screen. A timer. Another rule you were kept in the dark about. A thrill shot up your spine. "My time's up, pretty girl." You whined, head falling forward onto her shoulder. "C'mon. Let's get you back inside."

[everyonewooeverywhere]

very diligently working on part 2 trust 🫡

[booposaurusrex]

Ateez most frequent position~

Ateez (individual) x f!reader (smut)

DISCLAIMER : MDNI! This drabble in absolutely no way represents the actions or thoughts of Ateez. This is a work of pure fiction!

Hongjoong: Standing

Don't hate me but he's a busy guy. Most of the time he only has time for quickies, especially in his studio. You're both so insatiable that he can't even lay you down to properly fuck you. He will drop to his knees, throw a leg over his shoulder, and eat you out against the wall then stand abruptly and plunge himself deep inside of you. He still makes love to you on his days off but you spend a lot of time together in his studio.

Seonghwa: Missionary

It seems basic but Hwa is really big on eye contact and intimacy. He's actually very stern about you looking away. He wants to see every micro expression you make, kiss your lips and neck, and whisper dirty sweet nothings in your ear. He also loves how small and vulnerable you look under him, spread open with no shame. He loves going slow and steady to savor the feeling of your warm bodies pressed impossibly close together.

Yunho: Spooning

People compare him to a dog and/or puppy and it's not that far off in this situation. He has to physically stop himself from humping your beautiful plush thighs when you're lying in bed so he loves slipping inside you from behind while lying down, rutting against you like a dog in heat. Slow or fast, depends on your energy but no matter what he's scattering marks on your upper back and shoulder. One hand on your breast teasing your nipple, the other gently playing with your hair.

Yeosang: Chokehold

He loves to hit it from behind but he loves squeezing your head in his huge bicep more. It makes him feel a lot bigger and stronger than he already is. The goal is to completely wreck your tight hole and receive hickies on his bicep. However, his gentle nature never slips, no matter how brutally he's pounding your pussy, he constantly checks in.

San: Lotus

He has a very deep, emotional, connection with you and he hates quickies. He can wreck you sure, but he prefers to make love in the most intimate way possible. He loves having you sat on his lap (criss cross), deep inside you while your foreheads are connected and your breathing is synced. The slow grinding gives way to breathy moans and him swallowing them and he kisses you passionately.

Mingi: Cowgirl

Mingi worships your breasts so he wants to watchem bounce. Mouth all over them while his large hands switch between running up and down your spine and grabbing/slapping your ass. Don't worry, when your legs get tired that man becomes a piston.

Wooyoung: Any position he can eat you out

HES A MUNCH! He thinks about eat you out almost 24/7. He wants to throw you on every surface, in any outfit, any position, regardless of if people are around, though he does show restraint, he's the only who gets to see you in that state. He just wants to taste you and feel you convulse around his magical tongue. Bonus points: he may or may not have a tongue piercing

Jongho: Butterfly

This man wants to use your legs at ear muffs. He reaches impossibly deep inside you as he has you layed on any and every surface. Your legs thrown over his shoulders while gazing deep into your eyes. His thrusts are aggressive (however very controlled) but his simultaneous ministrations on your clit are gentle so the dual sensation shatters you.

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A/n: I definitely didn't expect my first fic/drabble to be smut😭🙏🏽 I have so much fluff in the vault but this was finished first. I hope you enjoy, have a lovely day🩷

[starlitjoong]

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CHAPTER FIVE

“I spent most of my time trying to convince myself that if I loved him harder…” his eyes darted away from Hongjoong’s, worried he might cry if he met his gaze. “...he’d finally love me the same way.”  Hongjoong didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. “He never hit me, though.”  .... “Sometimes I wish he did. So his words wouldn’t be the only thing that cut so deep.” 

Warnings: Yeosang's mean ex mentioned. nothing serious but still sad :(

wc: 3.8k

a/n𐔌՞. .՞𐦯: I'm back from my hiatus! Please enjoy this chapter. I'll be rolling out more chapters soon so we can wrap this story up :3. oki bye

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A few days had passed since Jongho’s grand reveal. The two roommates did their best to address it without making it a big deal. Instead of it being an elephant in the room, it resided in a corner like a judgmental cat. The rift between the pair had also mended. It felt easier to breathe again. Dinners were spent with Jongho asking any embarrassing questions he had. Yeosang couldn’t help but take a little pride in his knowledge of being gay. For once, he was the one giving advice, not the one seeking it. Jongho would also text more often, sometimes even sending LGBTQ+ themed videos to Yeosang; sometimes for humor, other times to ask questions. It became routine. 

So much so that even others started to notice. 

“Dude, if you keep using your phone during meetings, the boss is going to fire you,” Mingi warned, wheeling his office chair over to Jongho’s desk. Jongho’s small smile faded, replaced with his usual neutral expression. 

“I think he’d get you first, given your search history.” Jongho taunted. Mingi sighed, rubbing his face with embarrassment. 

“For the last time. I did not mean to look that up on my work account.” Mingi defended. “Anyways, what's got you hooked on your screen recently? Finally got a girlfriend?” 

Hilarious. 

“Nah. Just texting Yeosang,” Jongho said shortly. He didn’t feel like coming out to his friend right in the middle of their office. Mingi side-eyed him. 

“Right. Just ‘texting’ Yeosang,” Mingi pressed, putting up air quotations. Jongho rolled his eyes.

“Yes. Don’t you have work to do?” 

“Yeosang must be doing something special then, because no one can get you to smile like that when they text,” Mingi stated, referencing Jongho’s usual stone-cold face. 

“Well, for starters, he’s not annoying me like a certain someone is right now,” Jongho teased. 

Mingi accepted defeat, retreating to his desk for the rest of the workday. Jongho watched him go, wheeling back childishly to his spot. He didn’t realize how observant his friend was. He also didn’t realize he’d been smiling while texting. A sense of embarrassment washed over Jongho, the tips of his ears turning hot. He shook his head to take his mind off it. 

Similarly enough, Wooyoung noticed the constant texting between the two roommates, too. He pressed Yeosang about it for nearly an hour in a coffee shop after class. 

“All I’m saying is that: since the time you guys started rooming together, you haven’t texted this much before. Something is up!” Wooyoung said, stating his case. Yeosang laughed, nervous because he’s terrible at hiding things from his best friend. If he presses any further, Jongho’s secret is at stake. 

“Nothing is up. We’ve just gotten closer, that's all.” Yeosang explained, tucking his phone in his pocket. Wooyoung caught the act quickly, eyebrows raising with curiosity. 

“Sure. Because closer means you have to hide your text messages when in public. PLEASE TELL ME YOU GUYS ARE DATING.” Wooyoung says, way too loudly for the cafe they're in. Yeosang jumps, shushing Wooyoung hurriedly as his face burns with embarrassment. 

“Oh my god! Could you be any louder?” Yeosang cringed. “No! We are not! WHY would you assume that?!”

Wooyoung pretends to ponder. A devilish smile crept onto his face. 

“Listen, I see the way he looks at you. I don’t care what anyone says; that man is gay. Or at least he’s into you.” He said. Yeosang stared at him, dumbfounded. How the hell can he tell?

“You’re twisted, Woo.” 

“You’re deflecting ‘cause I’m right.” 

Oh my god, Jongho is gonna kill me. 

“You’re not.” 

“Okay, then tell me what brought you guys so close all of a sudden?” Wooyoung was relentless. Normally it was whatever, but Yeosang has been distant with him lately, and he’d be damned if someone was stealing his best friend. 

Yeosang sighed. 

“Jongho is.. Just going through something. Family things. You know he doesn’t like talking about that stuff.” It wasn’t technically a lie, just not the whole truth. Yeosang can continue with a clear conscience. 

Wooyoung’s eyes squinted like a fox. He knew that wasn’t the whole truth, but he decided to leave it be. Yeosang wouldn’t lie unless he absolutely needed to. Yeosang sheepishly smiled, recovering his phone from his pocket. Amidst their intense conversation, Yeosang’s phone was flooded with messages. Most were from Jongho, sending him videos of various drag queens and queer TikToks. But one in particular caught Yeosang’s eye. 

Hongjoong: Hi, Sangie! Are you free for dinner tonight? I miss youuuu 

Yeosang’s mind blanked. 

Wooyoung, being the nosy best friend, took over immediately. Snatching the phone from his hand, Wooyoung squealed with excitement. 

“Ooo! He’s asking for another date! He wants you so bad.” He began typing away on Yeosang’s phone. 

“Of… course.. I’m… free… for you…” Wooyoung said aloud as he typed. Yeosang shoved his shoulder. 

“What are you doing?!” 

Wooyoung shrugged, handing back the phone with a pre-typed message. “You gotta lock this in, Sangie. I’m just helping.” 

“I’m perfectly capable of scheduling a date. Besides, what if I wasn’t free tonight?” Yeosang asked. 

“Because you’re going on a date with Jongho?” 

That earned Wooyoung a stern shove. He cackled. 

“I’m kidding, I promise!” 

Yeosang looked down at his phone, the cursor blinking at him. Anxiety set in when he realized that Hongjoong could see when he read his message. 

Shit, I need to respond.  

Yeosang: Hi Hongjoong, I’m free tonight :) 

Hongjoong: Hooray! I’ll pick you up at 7, dress cute x

Yeosang’s stomach began to churn. Whether it's excitement, nerves, or a secret third option, he didn’t like it. 

Wooyoung watched his best friend’s face flash with emotion. It concerned him that something that should be exciting caused so much emotional turmoil instead. He decided he’d talk about it later, not wanting to ruin their hangout. 

_______

Jongho’s evening was ruined the moment Yeosang stepped out of his room. His patterned cardigan was hanging off one shoulder, a gold pendant sitting prettily on his chest. It took all of Jongho’s willpower to look away. 

Yeosang stood awkwardly in the dining room, fidgeting with his bag like he was looking for something. He waited for Jongho to say something. 

“So… what time is he coming again?” Jongho asked, lazily clicking through the channels on TV. He had to remind himself not to grip the remote so hard. 

“Seven o’clock. He should be here any minute.” Yeosang responded, padding over to sit on the edge of the couch, next to his roommate. The clock read 6:58 pm, which meant in two minutes Yeosang would be out and about with the one guy who can truly get under Jongho’s skin. He could feel the annoyance bubbling up inside him. 

Yeosang’s phone went off, signaling that his date for the evening had arrived. His pulse spiked, the nerves hitting as he struggled to put his shoes on. He turned to face Jongho once more. 

“So, will you stay up for me again?” He asked, his voice softer than an angel’s. Jongho sucked in a breath, meeting the red head’s gaze. 

“Yeah, I'll be up.” Was all he could muster. Yeosang noticed the sharpness in his voice. He gave a slight nod before waving and walking out the door. Jongho stared at the front door, silently hoping Yeosang would walk right back in. Of course, he didn’t. 

Jongho let out a deep sigh, flopping backward on the couch. Could this get any more complicated?

_____

The restaurant Hongjoong chose was small. Tucked away on the quiet side of town, the warm lighting cast just the right light to highlight Yeosang’s features. In comparison to the lively bar they met at the first night, this place felt more intimate. Yeosang preferred it this way. 

Another plate was set between the pair, Hongjoong nervously shaking his leg underneath the tablecloth. The ginger-haired man did everything in his power not to stare at his date, but he couldn’t help but sneak a glance here and there. 

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like,” Hongjoong said sheepishly. “I may have ordered over half the menu.” 

Yeosang laughed, shaking his head. 

“I started to question that once the plates kept coming,” He pointed out. “I’m surprised they let you order this much.” 

“I called ahead and paid for a preset menu,” Hongjoong confirmed. “...I was hungry.” 

“Orrrr you wanted an excuse to stay at the table longer.” Yeosang teased. Hongjoong laughed mid-bite. 

“Guilty.” 

The conversation came easily. Hongjoong was friendly, always letting Yeosang finish his stories. Still, it felt like something was missing. They talked about classes, awful professors, Wooyoung and his inability to stay quiet, and their own respective projects. By the time dessert arrived, Yeosang’s stomach hurt from laughing. 

Hongjoong met his eye as he took a sip from his drink. 

“...Can I ask you something?” 

Yeosang sat straight. He hated that question. The suspense always killed him. 

“Uh… sure.” 

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” 

“...Okay— You’re scaring me.” 

The pair went quiet for just a second. Hongjoong looked like he was trying to find the words to say. 

“How do you feel about dating? Like in general,” Hongjoong began. Yeosang’s mind is already racing. 

“You just seem like you have something holding you back. That's why I’m asking,” He clarified.

Yeosang’s smile faltered. There were two ways this could go. Either he completely avoids the question and hides his past for the rest of his life, or he’s honest and faces his feelings for once. 

“Ah..” 

Hongjoong quickly waved his hands, dismissing himself. 

“We can forget about it. That was so invasive of me; ’m so sorry.” 

“No, it’s okay.” Yeosang’s voice was barely above a whisper. 

“My ex-boyfriend and I dated for about two years. He was my first boyfriend. We got together right after I had come out to my family.” He started. 

Hongjoong nodded once, saying nothing. 

“He wasn’t… good for me.” Yeosang paused for a second. “But I didn’t know that until after we split. 

Something in Hongjoong’s eyes shifted, expressing an emotion Yeosang is all too familiar with. Pity mixed with admiration. It never sat right with him. 

He laughed dryly, trying to lighten the mood. 

Next to him, Yeosang’s phone lit up with a notification. It caught his eye.

“Sorry, one second.”

It was just Jongho sending him a video, but still, it made Yeosang smile. He swiftly put his phone away. 

His thumb had brushed the microphone icon, and he didn’t notice the blinking red dot as he slipped his phone into his pocket. 

The recording quietly began. 

“I spent most of my time trying to convince myself that if I loved him harder…” his eyes darted away from Hongjoong’s, worried he might cry if he met his gaze. “...he’d finally love me the same way.” 

Hongjoong didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.

“He never hit me, though.” 

The fact that it needed to be clarified made the air go thick. 

“Sometimes I wish he did. So his words wouldn’t be the only thing that cut so deep.” 

Hongjoong’s eyes widened ever so slightly. What does that even mean?

Yeosang looked up now, determined to make sense of his statement. 

“Cuts and bruises heal, and over time you forget they even happened,” He continued, eyes locked on his date in front of him. 

“But words? They stick with you forever, no matter how hard you work to forget them.”

Silence. How does someone respond to that?

“He always knew how to get me good.”Yeosang continued. “He’d say such mean things to me.” 

“‘You’re lucky somebody wants you.’”

“No one else puts up with you except me.” 

Yeosang’s fingers twisted in his palms, trying to ground himself. He hated recalling these memories. 

But it was nice to talk about it for once. 

“Eventually, I believed him.” his voice went soft, the admission crushing something deep inside him.

“That’s why I apologize for everything. Because that was the only way I kept him.” 

Memories of the many arguments they had came flooding in. The many nights Yeosang would spend crafting apology messages, the early mornings he used to grab his ex’s favorite coffee. The nights that ended with Yeosang crying, then apologizing for crying. It made his stomach hurt just thinking about it. 

Hongjoong reached over, a warm hand resting on Yeosang’s knee. 

“I’m so sorry, Sangie.” His voice was gentle. 

Yeosang looked at where they met. Eyes dull. 

“I still believe in love.” 

Hongjoong blinked. 

“I’m just worried the next person is going to prove he was right.” 

Neither of them spoke for a long moment. Yeosang’s words hung in the air like a thick fog. Hongjoong sighed, clicking his tongue simultaneously. 

“He was wrong.” 

Yeosang smiled sadly. Of course, he knew that. 

“Yeah, I know.” 

Hongjoong shook his head. 

“No. I don’t even know the guy, but I can tell you he is dead wrong.” His voice was firm this time; it startled Yeosang a little bit. 

“You’re the kind of person to help a bug reach safety. There's no one more kind and gentle than you, Yeosang.” Yeosang felt tears prickling his eyes. 

“You make people feel safe. You deserve someone who makes you realize your worth.” 

Yeosang's cheeks turned a little pink. It was nice to hear those words out of someone else’s mouth. 

“I hope you’re right.”

___

The pair stood outside Yeosang’s apartment, rocking back and forth on their heels as they chatted. 

As the chatter died down, Yeosang smiled widely. 

“Thanks a lot.” 

This puzzled Hongjoong; he wasn’t exactly sure what his gratitude was for. 

“For dinner?” 

“For listening,” Yeosang clarified. “And for dinner too.” 

“I don’t really talk about that stuff. Not even Wooyoung knows the whole story.” 

“I’m honored, then.” Hongjoong mimicked a bow; they both laughed. 

“You should be.” 

They stared at each other awkwardly, not sure how to end the night.

“So…” 

Yeosang tilted his head, waiting for Hongjoong to continue. 

“I’m trying to think of how to say this without making it weird.” 

“Well, just standing there staring at me isn’t helping much.” 

Hongjoong huffed and laughed. 

“Fair.” 

“So…?” Yeosang prompted. 

Hongjoong looked at him. Eyes burning into his. The intensity had Yeosang captivated. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

Yeosang’s mind blanked. His mouth fell open, ever so slightly, with surprise. 

“Oh.” 

“FORGET IT,” Hongjoong yelled bashfully, covering his face. “I shouldn’t have asked. I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” Yeosang said, trying to be comforting. 

But was it? 

He wasn’t entirely sure. Hongjoong had been so kind and patient with him. He deserved an honest chance more than anyone. 

Yeosang decided to go for it. 

“You can. If you want.” He answered. Hongjoong looked at him with wide eyes and red cheeks. He smiled.

The distance between them closed slowly. It didn’t feel rushed. There was no pressure. It was just the two of them. The faint scent of Hongjoong’s cologne and his warmth flooded Yeosang’s senses as he tilted his head, closing his eyes gently. 

Their lips met. 

It was soft. Brief. Honestly, nothing more than a lingering brush. 

Hongjoong pulled away first, scanning Yeosang’s face. 

“Was that okay?” He asked, bracing himself for the worst. Yeosang blinked. 

“It was…”He paused. “It was nice.” 

Hongjoong smiled, letting out a breath. Something about Yeosang’s hesitation didn’t sit right with him, but he was too excited to acknowledge it. 

The moment lingered strangely in Yeosang’s chest. He’d expected to feel something only told in fairy tales. Butterflies in his stomach. Or even a rapid heartbeat. 

But it felt like nothing to him. Like their lips had bumped into each other by accident. 

Hongjoong bid Yeosang a goodnight, joking that Jongho might kill him for having him back so late. 

___

The apartment felt unusually quiet. The traffic outside was surprisingly tame, and the neighbors next door decided to tuck into bed early tonight. 

Jongho sat cross-legged on the couch, laptop screen displaying an overdue assignment. The TV droned quietly in the background, some random drama show playing. Every few minutes, his eyes would drift to the clock on his computer. 

8:23. 

Not that he was keeping track. 

His phone buzzed. He reached for it lazily, stretching so he wouldn’t have to sit up. 

Yeosang (1) 

Jongho’s pulse spiked. Why would his roommate respond to him while he’s out on a date? He knew he shouldn’t have sent that video. 

He unlocked his phone, entering the text chat quickly. 

One unread voice message. Three minutes long. 

No follow-up text. 

No explanation. 

“What the hell?” Jongho whispered to himself as he paused the TV, turning his phone volume up. 

Static crackled through the speaker, the sound of being moved around following. 

Then— 

“... I spent so long trying to convince myself that if I loved him harder…” 

Jongho froze. In the distance, he could hear Yeosang’s voice. Muffled by the sweater he was wearing, Jongho could still hear the serious tone he took. 

“...he’d finally love me the same way.” 

Jongho’s phone almost fell out of his hand. His breathing slowed as he continued listening. When the voice message ended, he replayed it over and over again. His chest lurched painfully. Every sentence felt heavier when he relistened to it. His jaw began to ache because he was clenching it so tightly. He never really asked about Yeosang’s ex. Wooyoung always said to just leave it alone. 

He didn’t realize it was the entire reason Yeosang is the way he is. 

His heart hurt for his roommate as he finally put all of the pieces together. Someone had taught him to survive in a way no human should have to. 

Jongho decided that whoever that man was, he hated him. Someone who couldn't cherish and love Yeosang for his gentle soul was clearly not worthy of it. 

He flopped onto the couch, phone next to him. His mind was racing. 

How long has he been carrying all of this?

He played the recording one more time. 

_____

Yeosang quietly slipped off his shoes, gently closing the front door behind him. The glow from the TV made the living room shine with a blue hue. Jongho looked up from the couch immediately. 

“You made it.” 

“I told you I’d be home” 

“Yeah, I know.”

His voice was softer than usual. Yeosang smiled, happy to hear Jongho’s tone. 

“Thanks for staying up,” Yeosang said as he hung his keys. 

Jongho shrugged. 

“I said I would.” 

Yeosang’s chest burned with warmth. He liked knowing someone was waiting for him, no matter how late he came home. 

He padded over to the couch, collapsing next to Jongho. For a moment, neither of them said a word. 

Jongho set his phone down. 

“...So how was it?” 

Yeosang let out a small hum, his arm raising to cover his eyes. 

“It was nice.” 

“Yeah?” 

“The restaurant was cute.”

Jongho nodded.

“And he paid again.” 

“Nice. Free meal.” Jongho joked. Yeosang cracked a smile. 

“And we talked.” 

Jongho froze. It was obvious Yeosang hadn’t meant to send that message. He fought with himself because he didn’t know how to bring it up. 

“What about?” 

Yeosang removed his arm from his face, blinking rapidly as he stared at the ceiling. 

“... A lot.” 

Jongho simply nodded. He’d bring up the voice memo later. 

“... He kissed me.” 

Jongho’s stomach dropped. He hoped his face didn’t expose his surprise. 

“Oh.” was all he could react with. Yeosang kept his eyes up. 

“Yeah.”

“How was it?” 

Yeosang sat up now. He frowned. 

“I’m not sure.” 

“What do you mean?” Jongho asked, head turning to look at him. 

“I..” He laughed awkwardly. “I thought I’d feel more.” 

“More what? More horny?” Jongho asked. That warranted a couch pillow right to the head. 

“No.” Yeosang denied. “People always talk about sparks.” 

“But this just felt like a kiss.” 

Jongho stayed quiet for a second.  

“Well, I don’t know if kissing a guy is any different but… I felt the same way with the girls I’ve kissed.” 

Yeosang stared right at Jongho, who was now refusing to make eye contact. 

“That's right. You've never kissed a boy before!” He said, suddenly excited. 

“Ew. Don’t make it sound so elementary.” Jongho groaned, shaking his head. 

“Oh, c’mon Jjong. Don’t be embarrassed.” 

“I’m not embarrassed.” 

“Sure.” 

Jongho gave Yeosang a look, a playful one. 

Yeosang’s mind raced when the two fell silent. Before he could think it through, he was speaking. 

“Do you..” 

He hesitated. Jongho’s eyebrow raised in confusion. 

“Wanna try?” he finished. 

Silence. Yeosang started blushing immediately. This must be how Hongjoong felt. 

“Um…” 

Yeosang waved him off frantically. 

“I WAS KIDDING.” He yelled, covering his face with another pillow. 

“I just thought that if you.. If I… I mean—” he explained, voice muffled from the pillow. 

Jongho couldn’t help but laugh. Yeosang was so cute when he was flustered. 

Every reasonable part of Jongho knew he should decline the offer. That it wasn’t fair to either of them. That a kiss should occur naturally and not as an experiment. 

But somewhere deep in his heart screamed that he should selfishly take the opportunity. He wanted to know what it felt like. And maybe more specifically what Yeosang felt like. 

He sucked in a breath. 

“...I’m down.” his voice was low. 

Yeosang’s pillow fell from his face. He blinked. 

“... really?” 

Jongho nodded. 

“If you’re sure.” He stated. 

“Okay…” 

Yeosang slid closer to Jongho on the couch. Their eyes wouldn’t leave the other’s. 

The glow from the TV mixed with the light from the window made Yeosang look as ethereal as ever. His eyes shone with excitement as he got closer to Jongho. He paused just inches from Jongho’s face; he could feel the other’s breath ever so slightly.

“This is weird.” Yeosang joked. Jongho laughed.

“Yeah, it is.” 

Jongho swallowed thickly. He closed the gap even more. 

“You sure it’s okay?” He murmured. Yeosang nodded. 

The pair met halfway, their lips meeting softly. Just a gentle press, nothing more. 

They pulled apart hesitantly, like they were both unsure they wanted it to end. The silence in the apartment was deafening. Jongho’s eyes were locked on Yeosang’s lips, a slight shine to them now. His heart was racing. 

“That was…” Yeosang mumbled, hand reaching up to graze his lips. 

Jongho couldn’t speak. His heartbeat thundered in his ears as he gathered his emotions. 

The two decided to quickly move on, deciding that thinking about it too hard was too emotionally challenging for them. 

It had left them speechless. 

The sparks that Yeosang had heard so much about had run through his body like lightning; he could still feel the buzz on his lips. 

Jongho lay sprawled out in his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he reclaimed the shape of Yeosang’s lips on his. He knows he shouldn’t think about it too hard. But he can’t help himself. To him, it just felt so right. And that fact scared him the most. 

Why did it have to be Yeosang?

[starlitjoong]

that one specific clip of yunho turning red after wooyoung kisses him

UGHHHHHHH

[starlitjoong]

Happy birthday to the sweetest soul ever!! 🏔️💗

[starlitjoong]

In light of recent news: yunho’s tag in valorant is def imissher rn

[liliesonthego]

Jiung & Keeho / Double the Fun ── 18+ (MDNI)

Summary ⟅ Jiung has been harbouring secret feelings for his best friend's girlfriend, but when Keeho catches him kissing you and is not angry, he's given a surprising offer.

Requested: anon

Bf!Keeho x reader x friend!Jiung / ⟣ SMUT / 6k ⟢

Warnings: poly, mfm, double penetration (dpv), slight mm, oral (f. rec), fingering, handjob (m. rec), kinda cheating but not really cause keeho knows, dirty talk!, praise, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart etc), slight degradation if you squint, squirting, soft dom!jiung, slight mean dom!Keeho, multiple orgasms, creampie, subspace

Lily's note — 🪷 okay tbh the plot of this is just cock i can't lie it was supposed to be softer but I got carried sway with keeho😭😭 so yes the plot gets lost and... that's okay. Also the warnings did change a bit from what I posted so... anyway lowkey a mid fic but keeung makes up for it

“Baby, wanna help me grab some drinks?”

You nod against where you're nuzzled into Keeho’s shoulder, letting him pull you up from the couch by the hand to lead you to the kitchen. 

From where Jiung is sitting he can just barely see you two move around the small space to pour the drinks, and right as Jiung turns to shift his focus back to the crappy reality T.V. show they (Intak) put on, Keeho grips your waist and pulls you into his body. 

He tries to look away, he even turns his head to face the TV, but his eyes stay glued to where yours and Keeho’s lips lock. 

His mouth goes dry when your tongue darts out to lick into Keeho’s mouth, and when Keeho’s hands move from your waist, down your lower back, and over the swell of your ass to squeeze, he feels his soft cock tighten a bit in his pants. But most of all, he wishes that were him.

His gaze is ripped away when his body jerks into the armrest of the couch after Taeyang, who's sitting beside him, shoves him hard in the side. He whips around to fix him with a bewildered stare, but all Taeyang does is look from him, to the kitchen, then back to him with a stiff shake of his head. The message is clear: What the fuck are you doing?

His whole body burns with shame for being caught staring, and by Taeyang no less, who he’d reassured months ago that the “thing” he clearly has for you (after Taeyang caught him laughing a little too hard at one of your jokes) was nothing but a silly little crush, one he swore up and down he’d gotten over. 

Well, he hasn't—clearly—if the way he awkwardly shifts and crosses his legs to conceal the growing tightness in his pants is anything to go by. He avoids Taeyang’s eye contact like the plague and swallows down the lump in his throat when he hears him scoff under his breath. A jolt of irritation flickers through him at Taeyang’s reaction. It’s not like he wants to like one of his best friends girlfriends. He hates it. He hates the pit of guilt in his stomach that grows whenever he’s around you and Keeho, forced to watch him be the one to touch you, to hold you, to make you laugh and smile when he wishes it was him instead. And it’s not like he even has any animosity towards his friend, no—he’s happy for him. He just wishes he could have gotten to you first.

He doesn't glance at you when you cross in front of him with the tray of drinks or when you sit down and throw your legs over Keeho’s lap. In fact, he doesn't look at you for the rest of the night, not until you're closing the door behind the four members that decide to call it an early night. He knows he should go too, but he selfishly stays back just to spend a bit more time with you without Taeyang shooting lasers into his skull. 

You twist back around and throw him a smile that he almost audibly awes at, pausing to ask him where Keeho went.

“He said he had to take a call.” 

You nod and saunter over to plant yourself right beside him on the couch. He tenses when your knee brushes his thigh and attempts to inch it away without you noticing. Your perfume floods his senses and is close to infiltrating his self control, until he reels himself back in and immediately regrets his decision to stay. 

“I’ll head out too, let you two have your—” his attempts at getting up falter when your hand splays across his chest, pushing him down against the back of the couch. 

“Stay.”

Your hand smoothes all the way down his torso to settle on his thigh. He stares at it, his breaths turning shallow when you lightly squeeze the hard muscle there. His eyelids flutter at the contact, your warmth seeping through the denim so close to his—

He clears his throat and snaps back to reality. “R-Really, I should go.”  

You push your elbow onto the backrest of the couch to lean further into him, your chest nearly grazing his shoulder. 

“Why are you so eager to leave?” Your breath fans against his ear as you speak. “I barely got to talk to you tonight with everyone here.”

Jiung doesn't know what the fuck is going, all he can focus on is your hand climbing higher and higher on his thigh and the voice in his head screaming at him to push you away. He can't muster up the strength to, so he resorts to saying, “W-Well Keeho was hogging you the whole time,” with hopes that you’ll remember your boyfriend and retract your hand. 

You don't, you only smile at him all smug and knowing and something about it makes him feel like he’s fallen into a trap.

“Oh, how selfish of him to keep me all to himself.” 

His heart thuds harder at your condescending tone, his stomach clenching with a sharp jolt when your hand brushes over his bulge.

When his breath hitches you apply more pressure, pressing down onto his boner, whispering against where your lips are now hovering over his neck, “Good thing he’s not here right now.” 

You press a chaste kiss right over the prominent vein pushing through his skin, waiting to see if he’ll push you off and when he doesn't, you part your lips and dart your tongue out to flick over his salty skin, trailing wet kisses upward. 

He shudders out a gasp when your hand begins to knead his hard cock through his pants. The pressure mixes with the sensitivity on his neck to dismiss almost all rationale from his brain, and with the miniscule amount remaining, he weakly protests your touch. “We s-shouldn’t be doing this, he’s right in the other—”

A whimper filters out from him when you nibble at his earlobe and tug it between your teeth. You hum for him to continue but all he does is drop his head back into the couch, the last of his defenses crumbling. “Oh, god…”

Adrenaline courses through you at how quickly he loses all inhibition from just a few light touches. There was also something undeniably exciting about knowing how little he tried to fight back despite there being a big possibility he’d get caught kissing his best friend's girlfriend that sets your senses on fire. 

With two fingers at his chin, you turn his head so you can take in the guilty look of bliss on his face before you lay your lips over his. Soft and warm, they part instinctively for you and you take his bottom one between yours, sucking it into your mouth to draw out a broken sigh. 

You throw a leg over his lap to straddle his waist, his hands hesitantly raising to rest over your thighs while your own press against his lower stomach, bunching his shirt into your palm while you slide your hands up. 

Your weight settling over his lap is almost enough to rid him of the thought of Keeho entirely; morals be damned. You felt way too good, especially when you arched into him, your clothed cunt dragging teasingly across his boner. 

Your hand cradles the back of his head, your fingers threading through his hair—his lips unmoving against where yours are still kissing him.

A crease forms between his brows when he realizes both your hands have disappeared under his shirt to run over the lean muscle of his torso, which means—

Jiung’s eyes fly open. He wrenches his mouth away from yours and twists his head back as far as he can to see Keeho peering down at him from his spot behind the couch, his expression unreadable. He shoves you off of him as fast as he can, wincing when he hears you land with a muffled, “Mngph!” and darts off the couch.

“Keeho! I’m—I’m so sorry! I didn’t—she—I’m sorry!” he stumbles over his words to form an adequate enough apology. “Please, I’ll do anything just don’t be…” His words falter when Keeho breaks out into a smile.

“Relax, Jiung,” Keeho says, his voice calm as he rounds the couch to sit on its arm beside where you pull yourself back into a sitting position. “It’s okay.”

Jiung’s cheeks flame at the way you both look at him, not a hint of shock or anger present in either one of you. If anything, your gazes are heated and he watches Keeho press a delicate kiss to your forehead before turning back to face him. 

“How… how can it be okay?” Jiung whispers, eyes darting between you. “I just betrayed you—”

Keeho cuts him off with a mischievous, crooked smile that does little to soften the shock from his next words.

“We know you like her.”

He freezes in place, his mind racing a mile a minute. “What?”

“We know you have a thing for her. We’ve known for a while, actually.”

Jiung’s embarrassment momentarily eclipses at the understanding in Keeho’s voice, more confused than ever. “And you’re not… angry?”

His eyes dart to you when you stand and approach him. He watches your movements carefully, looking back nervously to see Keeho’s reaction when you reach out to grasp his hands in yours. All Keeho does is lean forward to rest his elbows on his knees, staring at him intently but still, with no anger.

“Why would we be angry?” You ask. “You can’t help your feelings. It doesn’t have to be an issue.”

Jiung stares, completely taken aback and at a loss for what is happening. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what’s going on.”

He lets you tug him slowly back to the couch where Keeho rises to stand.

Keeho wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back against his chest, both your hands still intertwined with Jiung’s, as he speaks, “We were thinking… It can be more for you… if you want.”

The implication hung in the air, tantalizingly alluring. His tense muscles relax a fraction now that he's sure that Keeho isn't upset, but he's still as confused as ever at whatever is being offered to him.

“More?” He repeats for clarification.

“I’m just going to be blunt, she wants you to fuck her—”

“Keeho!” You cut him off with a shove that has him falling back to the couch with an unrestrained laugh. Jiung is pleased to see the flush that blooms on your cheeks at the exposure of your own little secret; his cock gives a needy jerk in his pants.

You turn back to him with a bashfulness that is too cute for what the situation calls for. “I’d be lying if I said I haven't thought about you in that way, and I thought it could be fun…? If you're down, of course.”

It all sounds a little too good to be true. The fantasy of you he’d guilty used to pleasure himself for months being presented to him on a silver platter; it made the heat in his gut flare into an eager burn. But there was one last thing he couldn't wrap his mind around.

“And what's in it for you?” He asks, nodding in Keeho’s direction. 

Keeho leans back on the couch with his hands behind his head, bucking his hips slightly to get comfortable, grinning up at his friend. “I get to see my girl pleased and happy.”

You scoff at him. “Don’t act like you don't want this too.”

Keeho shrugs his shoulders, not disagreeing, and lets the silence settle around you. You wait for Jiung to come to his final decision. He doesn’t trust his voice to speak, so he nods once and you exhale a happy, excited sigh. 

He clears his throat and asks, “So how does this work?”

He stares blankly as you and Keeho exchange knowing glances, and Keeho jumps back up from the couch to settle behind you again, his front pressed to your back. Your eyes flutter shut when he snakes a large hand around your body, so low on your belly that his fingers graze where you need him most, and he pushes you back to grind his erection into your ass. 

You disconnect one of your hands from Jiung’s to reach behind and wrap around his head, pulling his face into the crook of your neck. He makes sure that Jiung is watching while he peppers wet open-mouth kisses on your skin until you're panting and your head falls back on his shoulder. 

Jiung watches on, entranced by your needy little sounds and the responsiveness of your body to Keeho's.

“First of all, she likes to be taken care of,” Keeho says, drawing Jiung’s attention back to him. “You’re gonna help me take care of her, right Jiung?”

He nods and swallows down the flood of saliva in his mouth when he feels you give the hand you're still holding a squeeze before tugging him forward until his feet brush yours.

“You can be a little rough with her, but not too much. She’s sensitive. She also likes being told what to do, don’t you baby?” Keeho asks and you nod obediently. “Good girl. Why don’t you unzip his pants and feel him up a bit? Gotta make sure he’s as hard as possible for later.”

For later? The mystery of what is to come sends a wave of heat rushing through Jiung’s body. You release his hand, your fingers deftly flying to undo the button of his jeans and drag his zipper down. 

The outline of him is visible, pressing through the fabric of his underwear. You slip your hand beneath the waistband, wrapping your fingers around his cockhead. He jerks at the contact, his hips bucking into your grip as you slowly stroke him. 

“See how worked up he is already?” Keeho murmurs into your ear. “All that time watching us… he’s been waiting for this.”

He couldn’t even deny it now that he knew how obvious he was being. He could only indulge in your soft hand pumping him just right.

“Fuck,” he gasps, his eyes screwing shut for a moment before he forces them open when Keeho’s fingers grip his jaw.

“She also loves being kissed. Don’t forget, or she gets whiney.” 

Keeho guides Jiung’s jaw forward until his lips meet yours again. He kisses you deeply now without the previous shock and hesitation, tasting the sweet lemonade you were drinking earlier. 

He pulls his hand back when Jiung cradles your face in his hands, your own slightly picking up speed in response.

Keeho’s hands return to your waist, slipping beneath your shirt and inching up until they graze over your nipples. He circles the sensitive flesh with a featherlight touch until they stiffen into peaks. He takes each between two fingers, twisting and pulling until you’re a moaning mess. His hands fall back to the hem of your shirt and he tugs it up, separating the kiss, to undress you. 

Jiung’s eyes blaze at how ruined you already look, your lips swollen and your eyes half lidded and hazy.

Keeho’s hands return to cup your tits, squeezing and rubbing over the already sensitive pebbled skin. You whimper and lean back further against him, your hand going slack against Jiung’s cock.

“See? I told you she’s sensitive,” Keeho chuckles, “One time I made her come just from playing with her tits—”

You whine and push your ass back roughly against him, your lips curling into a frown. 

“You’re embarrassed? You don’t want Jiungie knowing how easy you are, baby?” Keeho doubles down, forcing your writhing body to still in his grasp.

“Kyo please just—” you choke out a gasp when his fingers pinch your nipples. You clamp your thighs shut, trying to satiate the aching throb that has been building. “P-Please…”

“Please? Please what? You want us to fuck you already?”

You whimper through a nod and Jiung watches the exchange with wide, blown out eyes, his cock steadily throbbing where your hand was still gripping him. 

“Why don’t you tell him how you want us to fuck you, hmm? Why you are so eager to have him join us?” 

Keeho’s hands finally cease their torture and slide down to your hips, giving you the chance to speak. You look at Jiung who’s waiting headily for your response. As if remembering where your hand was, you resume your slow, careful strokes as you muster up the courage to speak.

“I… want your cocks,” you say, averting your gaze down to where you’re stroking him to avoid his eye contact. You feel suddenly timid under his watchful, heated stare, the questions too daunting to outright ask. But as usual, Keeho is there to force it out of you.

“C’mon princess. Tell him what you really want. Don’t be shy now.”

You huff out an exasperated breath, your eyes glazing over as the words come out shaky and unsure. “Want both your cocks in me together.”

Jiung ruts into your loose grip at the thought of both him and Keeho buried inside of you, filling you completely. A raw, primal want floods through him that sends his heart hammering against his ribs. 

“Fuck, really?” he manages to choke out.

You nod, your cheeks flushing a deep, telling crimson. Keeho smiles against your neck, grazing it with his teeth before biting down playfully.

“That’s what she wants, Jiung. Double the fun. She wants her cunt stuffed with cock so, what do you say? You agree?”

With your hand stroking him so deliciously, his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard and utters the word you’ve been waiting for, “Yes.”

Keeho smiles at him with satisfaction, and leans down to whisper in your ear, “Pull him out sweetheart.”

You follow his command and tug Jiung’s aching cock out of his pants, watching with hungry eyes as it hangs out of the fabric, long and curved slightly, flushed a bright, angry red at the tip. Your mouth falls open in a breathy gasp at how pretty he is. Behind you, Keeho’s hips buck into you.

“I told you he’d be the right size.”

Jiung’s head sways, dizzy at the prospect that you two have already consulted over whether or not his dick was the right match for your freaky escapades. He shoots Keeho a questioning glance but Keeho only shrugs.

“We’ve all seen each other naked before. Did you expect me not to remember the size of your dick?” Keeho shoots back. He chuckles against your shoulder when Jiung’s lip curls at him, and he quickly adds on, “If I remember correctly, you were watching both of us make out in that kitchen, or am I wrong?”

His cock pulses at the memory of Keeho’s big hands gripping you and his mouth parting to accept your tongue. A part of him wonders why he’s never felt any jealousy towards Keeho. Now, the answer is clear, but his ego is too big to admit it.

Keeho gives him an annoyingly smug wink, his hands curling into your bottoms to inch them and your panties down your thighs. “We have to prep her first. Gotta stretch her out enough to take both of us.”

He sits you down on the couch and beckons Jiung forward to get a better view of him pulling them fully down your legs. He gently parts your thighs until they’re spread open wide, your weeping cunt on full view. 

Jiung gawks at the amount of arousal that coats your heat, watching as a heavy bead of your slick gathers and drips onto the couch beneath you. Your clit peaks out from its hood, hard and pulsing, desperate for attention. He reaches down to grip himself at the base, squeezing hard then stroking to satisfy the pleasure coiling in his stomach. 

Keeho’s finger prods through your folds, tracing a lazy path through your slit to collect your wetness and spreading it over your clit. You whimper, your legs attempting to clench shut, but he holds them open with his other hand, his fingers digging roughly into your thigh. 

“Look at her,” Keeho murmurs, also taken by how pretty your dripping cunt looks, never tiring of seeing how wet you get. He inches his finger down to rub at your hole, circling his finger until he presses in, breaching the tough muscle that pushes against him. “So perfect and so fucking tight. I don’t know how she’s gonna take both of our cocks. Can barely take me alone, but we’ll make it work, right darling? Your greedy cunt is gonna take two cocks?”

You don’t hear any words, all you can focus on is his finger curling deep to press against that spongy spot in you, your eyes rolling back at the shock of pleasure.

Your cunt clenches when Keeho withdraws his finger, offering it up in Jiung’s direction. “Wanna taste?”

He doesn't think twice before he sinks to his knees between where you both are sitting on the couch, his stare fixing on the glistening essence coating Keeho’s finger. He grabs Keeho’s wrist and takes the soaked digit into his mouth, his lips closing to fully taste your sweet and musky flavor. He sucks slowly, his tongue swirling, his eyes fluttering shut as he savors the taste. 

He misses the look of astonishment that you and Keeho share. When he’s lapped up every last bit of you, he pulls off with a soft pop.

Keeho chuckles darkly at him, “I meant you can eat her out, but that works too.”

The blush that had just left him returns, deeper than before. He shoots Keeho a glare, his jaw tightening. “You’re such an asshole,” he mutters.

“You guys love me.” Keeho stands over you both to work open his belt, and gestures to Jiung. “Go ahead, open her up. I always have to prep her to take me.” 

He doesn’t have to be told twice. His hands grip your thighs and he leans forward with a gentle sweep of his tongue through your folds that has you gasping, your fingers threading through his hair to push him harder against you. The taste of you combined with the way your hips tilt up to meet him unleashes something in him.

He moans into your cunt, his tongue circling your clit with a growing confidence before dipping lower to tease your entrance. He drinks you in and you give an experimental grind over his tongue that has his nose bumping pleasantly against your bundle of nerves.

You squeeze your nipple with your free hand, your gaze falling on Keeho who’s watching the scene unfold, now bare of any clothes and pumping his cock from base to tip.

“Slip a few fingers in, Jiung,” he instructs, “Stretch her open.”

Jiung doubles his efforts, his lips sealing around your clit, sucking gently between the flick of his tongue around the sensitive nub. He pushes two fingers against your entrance until they slip inside, curling and scissoring them to loosen you up. Your back arches, a sweet little cry slipping through your lips when he pulls his fingers out just to plunge right back in. The pleasure builds, the muscles in your belly tightening as you teeter on the edge.

Jiung boldly adds a third finger even as he struggles to pump them all into you, and it’s enough to send you over the edge. Your mouth falls open into a silent scream while you convulse over him, your vision blanking into a bright, white light for a moment.

He pulls off while you slump against the couch, still shuddering through the aftershocks of your orgasm. Keeho moves to stand beside him, and when Jiung looks up, his jaw goes slack at how big Keeho is, his hand barely able to curl around his girth. He turns back to your fluttering pussy, questioning exactly how they were both going to fit in you.

“Think she’s ready for me?” Keeho asks, his voice raspy and low.

The question isn't directed towards you, but you feel the need to reassure them that you’re still eager to take them. “I am,” you slur, your head lolling back against the cushion.

Keeho grins affectionately at you. “That’s my girl.” He moves to sit beside you on the couch, pulling you into a deep, healing kiss before he gently maneuvers you over his lap. He settles your back against his chest and rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Come on, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, his hand patting your hip. “I know you’re tired, but I need to slip it in.”

With a weak, shuddering breath, you raise yourself up, wrapping one arm around his shoulder for support while Keeho guides himself to your soaked entrance. The broad head of his cock nudges against you. 

“Easy now,” he coo’s, helping you sink down.

A desperate, filthy noise escapes you when he fills you, his thickness stretching you wider. There was little resistance thanks to the obscene amount of wetness coating your folds, and how Jiung worked you open. When you’re finally seated fully on him, your bodies flush, Keeho groans and bites into your shoulder. “Fuck, don’t even need lube, do you, princess? You’re so fucking wet.”

Jiung watches, mesmerized, as Keeho begins to move slowly, his hips rolling upward into you. Jiung quickly rids himself of the remainder of his clothes, his own cock aching and neglected watching Keeho fuck you.

Sensing his need, Keeho’s gaze snaps up to him. “Come here,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.”

Jiung eagerly moves forward, fitting himself between Keeho’s parted legs. He braces a knee on the couch, his heart racing excitedly when you reach out to lay a hand on his chest. Keeho stills his movements and nods at him, his own control fraying when you squeeze around his cock. 

“Okay, Jiung, go slow. Real slow. We’re gonna fill her up together.”

Jiung nods and lines himself up, pressing the head of his cock to nudge against your swollen folds. He presses down against Keeho’s cock, his lips parting in a breathy whine at the contact, Keeho’s velvety cock soft and smooth against his own. He tries to inch in, the first attempt unsuccessful as his cock slips to glide against your pulsing clit, leaving you writhing.

Keeho grips your hips tight in his hands. “Stay still, baby. Just breathe through it… Come on, let Jiung’s cock in.”

“Wait,” Jiung interjects, his voice strained. “Just let me…”

His fingers slide along Keeho’s cock to your entrance, pressing to enter in alongside him. You whimper at the precise pressure from his fingertips against your walls.

“You’re doing so good,” Jiung whispers, rubbing his free hand over your belly to soothe the stretch. He speaks softer than Keeho, approaching you with care in comparison to his friend's rougher demeanor.

Your nails dig into his chest when slides in another finger that you suck in easily, curling and scissoring you just like before until he’s knuckle deep. He listens to your punched-out whines as your body yields to the stretch. 

Jiung glances up to find your eyes soaked with tears, your cheeks flushed red. His heart squeezes at how fucked out you look and he slips his fingers out to see the ruined look intensify. He grips his cock harder and presses himself back to where Keeho’s disappearing in you. He pushes his hips forward, and the three of you cry out in tandem when he breaches your hole, the tip slipping in.

“F-Full—” you manage to croak out at the painful stretch. “‘S too m-much.”

“You’re gonna take it,” Keeho soothes, kissing your shoulder. “This is what you wanted. So be a good girl and take it.”

You whimper at his harsh words and nod, giving Jiung the green light to sink further into you. He does, sliding in deeper until only half of his cock is left, a groan ripping through him at the crushing tightness. He could feel Keeho, hot and throbbing, right alongside him, your gummy walls straining around both cocks. The sensation was mind-bending.

“Oh my fucking god,” Keeho mewls, “You’re stretched so wide. Doing so good, taking us in your tight, pretty cunt.”

Jiung slips his hands under the back of your knees, pressing your thighs against your chest to fold you in half. With one last, careful push, he slides in as deep as he can go, only an inch left not pushed in you. You sob openly, a raw broken sound at the overwhelming sensation of your pussy stretched to its absolute limit. 

For a moment, no one moves to give you time to adjust, the three of you breathless. Keeho’s forehead rests on your neck while Jiung’s breaths come in ragged pants. You are barely conscious, your body impaled on them the only thing tethering you to earth.

Keeho was the first to stir, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “How is it, baby? You’re stuffed with cock, just like you wanted,” He mumbles, his voice thick with awe and lust. “Is it everything you were hoping for?”

Jiung’s hands tremble where he holds your legs, struggling to remain still in the suffocating, divine heat when your walls never cease their fluttering around them, a desperate, rhythmic clench that threatens to undo him completely. 

“C-Can’t…move,” you slur, words coming out jumbled. “So f-full.”

“It’s okay, princess. You don’t have to do anything,” Keeho reassures, his hips giving the tiniest rock that makes Jiung bite his lip at the exquisite drag. “Just take it for us, all you have to do is take it.”

You cry out when Keeho gives a sharper thrust, a fresh wave of pleasure filtering through the pain. Jiung finds his voice, his gaze locking onto the filthy sight of you folded open so vulnerably and stuffed full. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers. “So perfect.”

Keeho draws back an inch, then pushes forward again, his movements forcing Jiung’s cock to shift inside you as well. Jiung mirrors Keeho’s action, pulling out when he’s situated back in, taking turns fucking into you. 

“Oh, fuck,” Jiung groans, his head dropping forward. The friction was unlike anything he’s ever felt.

“That’s it,” Keeho praises, sliding a hand to wrap around your throat from behind. “Just like that, your greedy cunt is swallowing us so good.”

Your eyes, barely open, drop down to watch them thrust into you, their movements shallow with barely any room to move. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, your body alight with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. You could feel the coil tightening quick again in your stomach, your climax building fast. 

You words dissolve into meaningless sounds, all you could manage was a stream of broken babbles. “Ah—ngh—gonna c-come…”

Keeho’s hand tightens around your throat. “We’re fucking you stupid, huh? Can’t even form a thought.” 

Jiung’s hips falter at the tears streaming down your face, your jaw slack and open, his cock swelling from the sight alone as Keeho continues, his thrusts growing harder. He feels the overwhelming need to kiss you, remembering Keeho’s earlier advice. He leans forward and slots his lips between yours, kissing you even as your mouth falls open in a shaky moan.

All at once, the coil snaps. You keen as your back arches away from Keeho’s hold, your toes curling at the white-hot current that short-circuits any remaining thought.

The intense, clenching pressure was enough to force Jiung’s own orgasm out of him, his movements stilling completely with Keeho’s cock rubbing against him, coaxing his own to empty deep inside you in hot, endless spurts. 

“F-fuck Keeho!” Jiung gasps, his body shaking when Keeho starts hammering into you, his thrust turning brutal and short, chasing his own high, still milking the remainder of Jiung’s cum out of him.

You were overstimulated beyond belief, trembling uncontrollably as the aftershocks continue to ripple through you. Just as you think the orgasm finally subsides, a new, sharper wave begins to build, your body bowing in sharp twitches. Your oversensitive nerves scream for relief.

Jiung buckles forward at the new tremor of your cunt. “S-shit Keeho… she’s gonna…” he trails off, clenching his eyes shut.

“Not done yet, are you, princess? Want to give me one more?” His hand slides from where it was gripping your belly to find your swollen clit. He presses hard against it and you jolt with a wanton gasp.

“Ah! Kyo, no—please, no more—”

“Shh,” he soothes, his touch relentless, circling the throbbing bud with firm pressure. “One more and that’s it, you can do it baby. Do it for us.”

Your vision spots, your mind goes fuzzy, and when Keeho pinches your clit, your third orgasm hits with a violent rupture. Your body convulses, a hot gush of release soaking Keeho’s hand and their bodies beneath you.

Jiung marvels at the sight of you squirting, his softening cock throbbing at the sight.

It’s exactly what Keeho needs to bring his own release. With a guttural roar, he slams his hips up into you one final time, his body stiffening as his cum mixes with yours and Jiung’s to coat your walls.

No one dares to move. Keeho stays in deep, Jiung nestling against him, both of them still partially hard inside you as the last of Keeho’s tremors subside. Jiung is the first to pull out, slow and careful, feeling the tight drag as he withdraws, slipping free with a wet squelch. He kneels back, his dazed eyes watching the thick flow of cum seep from your stretched hole.

You sob at the hollowness and loss of their combined fullness. 

“Shh, it’s okay,” Jiung whispers, his voice hoarse. He moves forward, his hands gentle on your hips. Keeho, understanding, gives a final, tender kiss to your shoulder before relaxing his hold and helping Jiung to ease you off of his softening cock.

The moment his tip slips out, the remainder of your releases floods out, dripping down over Keeho’s stomach. 

They lay you down on the cushions, your body completely boneless, a trembling, oversensitive mess. You stare blankly at the ceiling, trying to come to terms with the emptiness and the faint soreness that was already settling in your muscles.

Keeho leans forward to press a kiss into your hair while Jiung rubs soothing circles into your thigh.

They stare at the breathtaking sight of your pussy slightly gaping, swollen and glistening, painted with streaks of white fluid. 

“Fuck…” Jiung breaths, his strokes turning worshipful on your thigh.

Keeho’s gaze drips down, and he lets out a soft, incredulous scoff. “Jiung, what the fuck? How are you still hard?”

Jiung blinks stupidly and looks down, his cheeks heating at the sight of his cock still half-hard, stirred back to life by your wrecked state.

You hear the words, “Still hard,” and your heavy-lidded eyes shift, a spark of interest lighting in their hazy depths. “Hmm?” you slur, turning your head towards Jiung.

Jiung’s eyes widen in panic, disbelief clouding his features at how you still are interested in taking more even after being fucked into oblivion.

Keeho bursts out laughing and leans in to capture your lips in a messy, languid kiss. When he pulls back, he’s still grinning. “I think you’re done for tonight baby. Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open.”

You pout, the expression adorable on your wrecked face. Ignoring Keeho, you turn to press a sleepy kiss to Jiung’s lips, nuzzling into him when his arms wrap around your frame protectively.

Keeho watches the two of you, smiling fondly and content. He lets out a long, happy sigh and stretches back on the couch, fixing Jiung with a satisfied smile. “What did I tell you? Double the fun.” 

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₊˚.༄ ATEEZ boyfriend texts ft. JONGHO

note: can you tell he’s my bias? my goat? my man? my everything?

warnings: MDNI, suggestive, ‘baby’ as a petname, jokingly mean to san and yunho, cursing.

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