cw: smut, greek gods!au, husband!johnny, fem!reader, pet names, teasing, use of titles (king, queen, your majesty), oral sex (receiving), fingering, body worship, finger sucking, riding, mating press, lil bit of praising, creampie, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, lowkey dumbification
song rec: won’t by tanerélle | aphrodite by rini | in a week by hozier | 7th heaven by quin
"Where is she?"
"Where she always is."
Johnny's long legs carried him in long strides through the palace, bursting through the doors at the end of the corridor.
The moment he stepped outside, he could already feel your warmth radiating through the entire garden, looking much more lively than in the past six months.
Johnny found himself out here more often than not with the wilting flowers and dying trees, longing for your return just as he had. Now, life was coursing through the entire garden, the tall standing trees rustling in the breeze, flowers blossoming all around his feet. He could feel your presence growing stronger the further he walked.
When he finally spotted you, you had your back to him. And Johnny could already feel his heart hammering against his chest.
Just laying eyes on you, it seemed his lungs were finally able to intake the oxygen around him a little easier.
Without even looking away from the plants you were bringing back to life, you spoke,
"What did I tell you about those boots in my garden, John?"
Johnny looked down at his feet and then at the trail of scorched earth behind him.
"Sorry," he mumbled. He kicked off his shoes and continued toward you.
You finally turned around, and Johnny felt like it was the first time again. You stood from the dirt, your long dress flowing around you and slightly waving in the wind.
Johnny's arms were immediately around you, pulling you to him.
Your heart had ached for this man for half the year, and it almost felt like your chest would explode, finally being in his arms again.
You ran your hands up his arms to his shoulders, one of them cupping his face.
"Hi." Johnny's heart melts at the way your eyes sparkle at him.
Johnny sighs, nuzzling his face into your touch, "Hi."
"Six months have felt like an eternity away from you, my love."
"I know. It's been hell here without you."
You laughed, "That joke doesn't get any better, babe."
"It made you laugh, though," Johnny grinned.
"Because it was terrible. Leave them to Mark," you patted his chest.
"Fine."
. . .
Anything he needed to do today was quickly pushed back to tomorrow at least, Johnny not wanting anything other than to be with you right now.
Your feet mindlessly swayed in the air as you lay on your stomach face to face with your lover. You rest your chin on Johnny's chest, studying the details of his face as if they would have changed much in the past few thousand years you've been married.
"Have you been sleeping? You look tired," you frown, noticing the dark circles around his eyes.
"I'm fine," he told you. The look in your eyes was enough for him to know you don't believe him. "I've just been working a lot, that's it. And it's kinda hard to sleep when you're not here."
You sat up on your knees before swinging one of your legs over his waist to straddle him.
"I'm sorry about that, baby," you pout, caressing his face.
"You should be," Johnny teased, pecking your lips, "But now you can make it up to me," he whispered.
"Anything for you, my King," you teasingly whispered back.
Johnny's hands on your waist moved down to cup your ass. You slide one of your hands over the silky material of his shirt, grab the back of his neck, and deepen the kiss.
Johnny's hands fell to your thighs, slowly pushing the skirt of your dress up. A shiver ran down your spine, your stomach coiling from excitement. Johnny slipped his tongue into your mouth when you dragged your hips against his, trying to relieve built-up pressure between your thighs.
Your back met the mattress, your head lying against the pillows as Johnny's body occupied the space between your legs.
His hands wandered all over your body, cupping your breast, squeezing your thigh; it was all too much but not enough.
Johnny's lips traveled down to your neck, softly kissing you there. He bunched up the fabric of your dress in his hands, pushing it up to your hips. He bit and sucked your skin, making his way down your body.
"So, so beautiful," he mutters between kisses down your stomach.
Johnny touches you like he doesn't have every inch of your body memorized already; as if it were his first time with you.
He pushes your knees apart, settling between your legs. He slowly kisses his way up your inner thighs, digging his nails into your skin when he hears the faintest whimper or whines fall from your lips.
With a subtle wave of his fingers, your panties are discarded to ashes. Any other time you would've chastised his use of his powers, but you couldn't care in the slightest.
Johnny's predatory gaze falls to your pussy, only a few inches away from his face.
"You gonna let me taste you, sweetness?"
You eagerly nodded, "Please, Johnny," you said so faintly it was almost a whisper.
Johnny smirked, lowering his head and flattening his tongue against your lips. You moaned, rolling your hips into his mouth. He teasingly circled your slit with the tip of his tongue before bringing his attention to your clit. You lifted your hips off the bed, raising them against his face before Johnny held your hips, keeping them pinned to the bed.
"Patience, baby. 186 days, I've waited for this. To have you again," he placed both your legs over his shoulders, giving your thighs more kisses, "So, I will take my time if I please."
He ran his tongue through your folds, your juices reminding him of sweet nectar on his tastebuds. Your eyes rolled back, bliss written all over your face as you lost yourself in the pleasure he was giving you. Johnny wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves, resulting in your back arching away from the bed.
You brought one of your hands to his head, fingernails lightly scratching his scalp.
"Gods, John, please don't stop."
Johnny moans into your pussy in response. Your legs threaten to close around his head, but he doesn't give them a chance to, hooking his arms under your thighs and keeping them apart to allow him to continue to eat you out like a starved man.
The one thing Johnny wishes he could do for the rest of his immortal life, it's to give you pleasure. The sounds you make, the look on your face, the way your body trembles, all of it; Johnny wishes to be the source of it all for the rest of time.
"Johnny—fuck. Always make me feel so good," you whine.
"You wanna cum for me, baby?"
"Yes, m'so close," you mumble, nodding.
You could feel yourself nearing the edge before finally falling over. A loud cry of Johnny's name bounced off the walls, surely heard by the palace staff everywhere.
Even after already cumming, you couldn't help the thoughts running rampant in your head, feeling your skin burn under his touch as he lapped at your folds. It aroused you, even more, having him use his strength against you, knowing he can't hurt you even if he tried.
He left you with one last kiss on your knee before he sat up. You lazily watched your husband begin to undress. He noticed your eyes on him and teasingly undid the buttons of his black silk shirt slowly. You sat up, the fatigue from your first orgasm no longer existent. A smirk was planted on your face as your eyes drank in the man before you.
Johnny could see from his spot at the foot of the bed the lust swirling around your irises and practically smell your arousal seeping onto the bed sheets.
Getting impatient, you slide off the bed and stand in front of Johnny, hooking a finger in the belt loop of his pants, tugging him closer. Your lips meet in a messy, desperate kiss, your teeth and tongue clashing.
You slide his shirt off his shoulders before running your hands down his chest, letting yourself get refamiliarized with his body, having missed feeling his skin against yours these past two seasons. Without breaking the kiss, your fingers blindly undo his pants until they end up on the floor along with his shirt.
Johnny's hand snaked around your back, pulling you flush against him, untying the laces until the front of your dress fell. He kisses your shoulders as he slips the material off your body, leaving you naked before him.
Johnny wastes no time touching and kissing your body, worshipping you as the goddess you are.
You push him back onto the bed, Johnny's eyes practically turning black as you get on top of him. You sink your teeth into your bottom lips, feeling his cock between your folds. You couldn't resist the urge to drag your hips against his once again.
"I need you so bad," you whimper, your slick dripping onto his cock.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Please, Johnny."
"Whatever my Queen wants, she gets," he tells you before lifting you out of his lap and lining his cock up with your entrance.
Lowering yourself onto Johnny's cock, you're refamiliarized with the feeling of him splitting you apart in the best ways.
"You feel so fucking good," you utter.
"Gods, you're so wet, sweetheart," Johnny groans, fingernails digging into your skin.
You grin, lifting your hips before sinking back down onto his cock.
"It's all for you, baby," you slowly start to ride him, unable to resist how good it feels to be so full.
Johnny can't tear his eyes away from your face. Loving the way you lose yourself in ecstasy.
He lifts his hips to meet yours, and your eyes roll back into your skull. Too focused on how good it feels, you wrap your arm around his shoulder to balance yourself as you bounce in his lap.
Johnny's hands were all over you while his mouth traveled over your chest, biting, kissing, and licking your skin.
You tangle your fingers in his hair, bringing his lips back to yours. When you broke the kiss, Johnny's thumb softly edged your bottom lip, silently asking for entry.
You enthusiastically suck on his thumb, coating the digit in your saliva before he slips his hand between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit.
"Johnny," you gasp, "Fuck, I can't. John, I'm gonna-" Johnny slamming up into you, cut off your words.
The room seemed to grow warmer, the fires lit around the room burning brighter.
"Come on, baby. I know you wanna cum," Johnny rubbed coordinated circles on your clit with his thumb, "Be a good girl and cum for me," the vibrations of his voice shot straight to your core.
Your cries and moans were music to his ears, mixing with the sound of skin hitting skin. The knot inside you snapped, and Johnny felt your pussy choking his cock, sucking him deeper into your warm wet heat.
"Fucking hell," Johnny clenches his jaw.
You bury your face into Johnny's neck, allowing yourself to catch your breath.
You lift your head from his neck and rest your forehead against his.
"I love you," you whisper against his skin, kissing his face.
"I love you," he groans as you start rolling your hips again.
"Please, fuck me, John," you begged, "Remind me who I belong to."
Johnny threw you onto your back and pushed his cock back into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, unable to get enough of him.
"It would be my pleasure, your majesty," he leaned down and met your lips in a kiss, slowly drawing his hips back before easing back in.
You feel every inch of him, stretching you open, fucking you nice and deep.
"More, more, more, Johnny, please!" you lift your hips to meet his.
Your husband grabbed your legs, placing them over his shoulders, folding you in half as he plowed into you.
The tip of his cock reached so deep inside, you could feel him in your stomach, rightfully rearranging your guts.
You found yourself gripping onto the sheets, pillows—anything you could get a hold of, all the pent-up longing you've held onto all this time being released after finally being reunited with your love.
You felt yourself losing more and more control as you drowned in pleasure. Vines wrapped themselves around the headboard, flowers miraculously blossoming across the room.
Johnny's chest blooms with pride, knowing he's the only one with the ability to make you feel good enough you lose control of your powers like this. Your whimpers and whines were as sweet as a prayer on his ears. It makes him slam into you harder, faster.
If you were mortal, your muscles would've screamed in relief when he lowered your legs from his shoulders but kept your knees close to your chest. His thrusts never falter, continuing to pound into you.
Your pussy clenches around his cock, feeling even tighter than before. The way he messily snaps his hips into yours, pistoning his cock in and out of your sopping hole, you knew that knot inside of him would break sooner rather than later.
Johnny watches your pussy and swallows his cock, taking him so well.
"Gods, I've missed you," he muffles your moans with his lips on yours, "And this pussy. You were fucking meant for me," he growls, his cock twitching against your gummy walls.
"Johnny," you whine.
"What is it, my love?" he slows down but continues his deep strokes.
"Please, baby, I wanna feel you," you plead.
"Cum with me," he tells you before bringing his thumb back to your clit, sloppily circling the bundle of nerves.
Your toes curled, and your fingernails dragged across Johnny's skin, hard enough to leave red streaks on his arms.
You could barely keep your eyes open, slowly blinking up at the man above you as your body approached another climax.
"That's my girl," he hums, "Cum for your King," his eyes glimmer red.
His last words toppled you over the edge, euphoria flooding your entire body. Your orgasm sent Johnny into his own, warm ropes of his cum spilling into your messy cunt.
You whimper against Johnny's lips, feeling empty as he pulls out of you. He lays beside you, grabbing one of your legs and placing it over himself to keep you close. Neither of you caring about the mess of bodily fluids and flower petals all over the bed.
"Fuck, I've missed you," you crash your lips into his.
You pull yourself up into Johnny's lap, his hands holding your waist. You grab onto his hair, making him crane his neck up at you as you slip your tongue into his mouth, your lover sucking on the wet muscles.
You both pull away, catching your breath but staying close enough you're sharing the same oxygen.
"You really aren't trying to waste any time, huh," he asked, nudging your nose with his.
You shake your head, wrapping your arms around him.
"186 days. I've wasted enough."
a/n: I know it's been a minute but seriously life has been fucking crazy and exhausting so, sorry about that. but thank you for reading and feedback is appreciated <3
⤬ GENRE: fluff, crack, smut, nsfw, historical!au, joseondynasty!au, arranged marriage trop, strangers to lover/enemies to lovers trop, slow burn fic, noble!reader, noble!mingi
⤬ WARNINGS: nsfw content, profanity, alcohol and tobacco use, graphic descriptions of sex, penetration, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, arranged marriages, character death, set in Korea’s Joseon Dynasty, feat. other ateez members, brief mention of pregnancy, betrayal, lots of lying, mingi is two faced, arranged marriages tw: mentions of death, emotional and physical abuse, stabbing, sword fighting, war conflict, blood and gore descriptions, assassination. if there’s more I’ll add on later
⤬ WORD COUNT: 30k+
⤬ RELEASE DATE: first chapter will be released on November 30th 2022. Next chapters will be released few days/week after another (depending on circumstances)
⤬ SYNOPSIS: There's the saying that ‘All is fair in Love and War’. Being wedded to Lord Song’s airheaded son, Song Mingi, is not your idea of fair. Nor is it an idea you love, as you learn to absolutely despise the inarticulate, shy, and two faced boy, who always seems to be hiding something from you. But as the civil war rages, hellfire ensues from the people of Joseon. Revenge, greed, and lies tear apart the kingdom and its nobility. But this is not just a story of War. This is also the story about the Liar and his Lover.
⤬ AUTHOR’S NOTE: this fanfic is not supposed to reflect true history or people. This is simply fiction, and nothing is supposed to align with historical facts about the politics of the joseon dynasty. Also, this fic is gonna be SUPER long. Like over 18k probably….
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summary: you've been married to choi san since you were young, and you love him wholly and completely, but you also need to discover and understand your own sexuality. san is nothing if not supportive, and as a couple you hire an escort to help you explore those desires.
note: 18+ content, minors DNI. this fic is dedicated to anyone who's ever questioned their sexuality, especially those who have grappled with what it means to be queer while in a cishet relationship. i see you, i love you.
warnings: non idol!san, fem!reader, aged up san (36), ffm threesome, female escort, conversations and allusions to conversations about sexuality / sex work / consent, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), fingering, praise/praise kink, light degredation and dirty talk (use of slut), so much use of baby/jagi/jagiya/yeobo, double penetration, strap on sex, anal sex, multiple orgasms, rough sex, use of a vibrator, light restraints / use of silk rope on reader, verbal instruction, grinding / scissoring, intensive after care, very sweet married couple exploring new things in the bedroom etc. etc. please let me know if i missed any!
pairings: san x original female character x reader
genre: nothing but smut here
word count: 12K
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The restaurant is busy around you, servers weaving in between the tables around you and voices chattering over each other to form a warm cocooning din. It’s packed, but somehow you still feel secluded with the corner table that San ensured, little candles across the center as if it were an anniversary event.
Your eyes are wandering, flicking over every person that crosses through the doors in nervous anticipation of what’s to come. You don’t know what she looks like, not really, only her general height and hair color and that she’ll be wearing a checked coat. It doesn’t give you much to work with as you step further and further out onto this limb.
Your husband sits across from you, a warm smile on his face as he watches you, and while he’s plenty nervous for the both of you he’s holding it to himself incredibly well, for you. After several minutes of quiet between you, he finally moves his hand from its resting place against his lips and drops it over your fidgeting fingers, “Yeobo,” he murmurs, “relax, we’re early, remember?”
You tear your eyes away from the door and meet his gaze, “I know,”
“Then stop mutilating the napkins and take a deep breath with me,” He taps your fingers where you had been pulling at a loose thread and you release the napkin into your lap, not even realizing you were fixating.
You take a deep inhale and release a long, slow exhale as you hold his eyes. He nods along, squeezing your fingers, and you finally get your sense back to ask him, “What if she doesn’t come?”
“Mm,” San shakes his head, “then we’ll eat a nice dinner and go home like always and try again another night,”
“Right,” You reach for your glass of water.
“You still want to do this right?” He checks in, his eyes flicking over you, “You seem a lot more nervous tonight.”
“It just feels real now,” You confess.
“And is real good, or is real too much?” He murmurs.
You swallow tightly and nod, “It’s good,”
“Then relax,” He urges you again, “it’s going to be fun,”
You slide your hand out from under your husband’s, tucking both into your lap so you can find the loose little thread on the end of the napkin again, pulling it idly and inadvertently unwinding the stitched hem. When you had suggested trying something new in the bedroom two months ago, you didn’t know exactly what you meant. It took time to work through it with San, to identify exactly what it was you had been aching for, and it took even longer to work through what it meant that what you needed was another person.
He watches you patiently as you try to quell your nerves, finally looking back up to him, “Sannie,”
“Yes?”
“Are you still alright with this?” You ask again, even though he assured you a thousand times over on the drive over.
“Yes,” He nods, clear and assured, “you know me, jagi, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
Relief floods you and you take steady comfort in his warm eyes, “Okay, okay, I think I can do this.”
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m,” You search for the right words, chewing the inside of your lip a little as you think, “I think I’m actually a little excited.”
“Good,” He grins, “you should be,”
You lean forwards, hands back on the table now and thread forgotten, “I wonder what she’s like,”
“I mean,” San shrugs, “we talked to her on the phone, she seemed nice?”
“She did, didn’t she?” You nod, remembering the phone call from last week.
“Mhm,” San takes a sip of his drink, “though, I’m not really sure what to expect either, it’s not like I’ve done this before.”
You laugh at the absurdity of it all, and think back to the way that San had quietly tucked you into his side on the couch a month ago while he did research. It led you down a long and winding path of discovering that the right thing to do for you both would probably be hiring an escort, and then finding one who would be interested in working with a couple. When you finally found Jae, with her exceptionally professional and clean website complete with a crystal clear manifesto on consent, guidelines, and payment terms, you knew you had found your match.
It took a few weeks to organize the meeting, and run through her several step process of verifying both you and San for her safety and organizing health panels, not to mention the fairly frank phone call that felt far more like a phone interview for a job than you were expecting.
“I wonder,” You start to say, reaching to check for your phone, but an unfamiliar voice interrupts smoothly and you snap your head up.
“You must be the Chois,” Her voice is smooth, buttery and rich, but when you look up she’s nothing like what you pictured.
She’s only an inch or two taller than you, with a pretty face of fine, delicate features. Her hair is long, a deep chestnut brown and coiled in thick waves down her back, pinned neatly around her face with a set of embellished clips. She’s dressed incredibly simply, but stylishly, in an outfit that you could picture yourself reaching for if you were going into the office.
San recovers first, standing immediately and pulling out a chair for her, “Yes, hello,” he smiles warmly, “I’m San, you must be Jae,”
“It’s nice to meet you,” She shakes his hand with a cordial bow and a warm smile of her own before turning to you.
“Sorry,” You remember yourself and stand, dipping into a bow to greet her too, “I’m y/n,”
“A pleasure,” She smiles.
Nervous knots wrap together inside you as you all take your seats again.
“So,” San clears his throat and looks to her, “can we get you a drink?”
“Please,” She nods, “a champagne cocktail?”
San’s brow raises but he nods and slides his chair back to find your server, or perhaps head to the bar, and he glances to you, “Jagi?”
“Um,” You were planning on staying sober for the evening, but a drink or two to take the edge off your nerves seem like a good idea now that she’s here and in front of you, “the same, I think,”
“Okay,” San smiles, “two champagne cocktails. I’ll be right back,”
You watch him as he walks away, swiftly ducking between the tables and throwing a glance back at you once he’s hit the bar.
“How long have you been married?” Jae asks you, and you meet her eyes for the first time.
“Twelve years in April,” You answer easily and she smiles.
“A long time,” She says, “did you marry young?”
“Mm,” You nod, “I was twenty-one when we got married, and Sannie was twenty-four,”
“Ah,” She nods, a knowing look in her eyes, “I’m used to working with older married couples, it was refreshing to talk to you both on the phone last week.”
“Oh,” You perk up, her easy frankness putting you at ease already, “really?”
She rests her hand on the table, a simple elegance to her movement, “I think it’s nice,” she says, “incorporating something new at this stage.”
“So other couples do this too?” You have read enough articles online to know they do, but you can’t help the question tumbling out of your mouth.
“A lot more than you’d think,” Jae assures, “but to be honest with you, sometimes it feels as though the couple waited too long.”
“Oh,” You glance towards the bar, catching San in the distance as he’s lifting your drinks from the bar to make his way back.
“That’s why I took your inquiry,” Jae smiles, sipping her water, “it was very clear in your husband’s voice message how much he loves you. I knew you’d be a good couple to work with.”
“Really?” You hadn’t heard San’s voicemail that he left her, you only knew he reached out.
She nods, “He said that this would be important for you, and he wanted to support you,” she shrugs a little, “I don’t work with a lot of couples anymore, but he sounded kind.”
“He is,” Your body starts to relax, and you see him closing back in on your table.
“I have a good sense for people,” She smiles as San sets your glasses down, “you have to when you’re in my line of work.”
“Two champagne cocktails,” San takes his seat again, “everyone doing alright?”
“Good,” You nod as he meets your gaze.
“Thank you, San,” Jae says as she takes her drink, leaning back in her chair, “so, tell me, how did the two of you meet?”
San grins, turning in his chair to face her and leans his arm on the table, “I saw her across a crowded cafe, looking exactly like she looks now,”
“San,” You roll your eyes, listening to his embellishments, all ones you’ve heard before.
“And I said to my best friend,” San ignores you and keeps going, “that girl is going to be my wife.”
“He didn’t,” Jae turns to you, her eyes full of mirth, “he’s lying.”
“Through his teeth,” You nod, “I was the one who saw him.”
“Oh,” Jae gestures for you to continue.
San groans but you push forwards, “He came into the cafe I was working in every single day for at least six months before he even spared me a second glance,”
Jae laughs, “And you liked him?”
“No,” You shake your head, “I thought he seemed too full of himself.”
San grins, tongue against his upper teeth and he shrugs, “Confident, I prefer confident.”
“Mm,” You toss him a sly smile before finishing your story, “he never noticed me until one day he stayed until closing and asked me out for a drink after my shift.”
“Did you go?” Jae asks.
“No, I told him to get lost,”
“But I didn’t give up,” San jumps in, lifting his drink and laughing a little, “you don’t give up so easily on your wife.”
“He asked me out everyday for a month before I said yes,” You clarify, “but the rest I guess is history.”
“That’s sweet,” Jae sips her drink, “I could just tell from your voices that you’d be a good couple, and still happy after a decade, that’s inspiring.”
“Thank you,” You murmur, eyes stuck on San’s for a moment.
“It’s hard work,” San comments with a smile, “but it’s good work.”
“Mm,” Jae nods, “and what led you to reach out to me?”
The restaurant suddenly feels hot around you, and you wonder idly if anyone’s listening to your conversation, but truly the corner table you’re seated at combined with the busy din around you leads you to believe that you’re probably more private here than in a hushed cafe.
“It’s something that I,” You bite your lip, searching for the right words and Jae’s warm gaze eases you, but you still can’t quite formulate the right thing to say. You look at San and he picks right up for you.
“We married young,” San explains with ease, “before either one of us had a chance to experience many other partners.”
“Ah,” Jae nods.
“And for y/n,” San smiles softly at you, “being with a woman is a door she was never able to walk through.”
“I see,” Jae affirms, looking back to you.
“I don’t want her to have any regrets,” San adds, “especially about this.”
Your mind cards through the events that led up to this moment. Long conversations peeling apart your sexuality and needs, San’s growing understanding with each one. Now, sitting at this table the path before you both is crystalline, and you know yourself better than ever before. You love him, you’ll always want him, but never touching this part of yourself might eat you from the inside.
“Well,” Jae says with a smile, “I hope our time together tonight will help with that.”
A server appears back at your table a moment later and dinner unfolds, conversation flowing easily between the three of you. The night and what’s to come never comes back up, instead Jae probes for more stories about the two of you, and you learn about her. The atmosphere is relaxed, easy like a good first date, and by the time dessert and coffee is cleared away you feel more than at ease.
It isn’t until the elevator ride up to the hotel suite that your stomach begins to do little nervous flip flops, and San can feel your nervous trembling under his palm where his hand rests on your lower back. The suite itself is beautiful, large and comfortable with a large king sized bed, office nook, seating area, and a bathroom that feels bigger than your bedroom at home.
You’re not sure whether to sit or to stand, and where. You shift from foot to foot in your heels and wait for some kind of guidance or direction.
San clears his throat as he slips off his jacket, “How does this normally go?”
Jae smiles, pushing her long hair back behind her ears, and you notice the perfect smooth column of her neck, and the way you can just see the curve of her breast where her silk shirt parts open. Her words bring your eyes back up to hers, “Well, we have the whole night, and you were both kind enough to fill out all of the information I need beforehand, so we can really start wherever. I’m more than happy to help guide things, but if you had a particular act or fantasy in mind, this is a safe space to share it. Nothing we do will ever leave this room, at least on my side.”
“Honestly,” You sigh, leaning back on the edge of the dresser, “I wouldn’t know where to start.”
Jae smiles, “How about I show you what I’ve brought, and then you and I can get things started.”
“Right,” You breathe.
“San,” Jae looks to your husband as she pulls her small hand case up from the floor, “why don’t you take a seat.”
San complies, slipping into the armchair.
“y/n,” Jae unclips her case, “why don’t you sit with him.”
“Okay,” You feel a little uneasy, not sure where things are going, but you follow her lead and let San settle you into his lap.
Perched on his thigh, you watch as she begins to unfold items from her bag, and your mouth runs dry. Jae lays them out perfectly organized on the dresser and says, “We don’t have to use any of this, but after I read both of your questionnaires I selected these as potential options.”
“I see,” You’re no stranger to toys, including some of the ones she’s laid out, but the context of how they’ll be used has you buzzing.
“Is there anything here you’d like for me to put away already? Anything that I shouldn’t reach for?” She asks.
Your eyes coast over the supplies. A harness and various selection of silicone dildos that vary in size, a set of plugs, silk rope, a paddle, a series of small vibratrors, and a ball gag. You point to the gag, “I don’t think that’s for me,” You tell her honestly.
“Sounds good,” She tucks it away with ease, “San, how about you?”
“Oh,” He blinks, “I mean, this is really for y/n, right?”
“Sure,” Jae nods, “but tonight is about your pleasure as a couple as well. Would using any of these on y/n, or would me using any of these on y/n cross a line for you?”
His eyes flick over the toys again and he shakes his head, “No, no, thank you for asking,”
“Of course,” Jae smiles, “my main priority tonight is making sure both of you are comfortable and enjoying yourselves.”
“I’ll be honest,” You relax a little into San’s touch, his hand kneading comforting circles into your hip, “this isn’t what I expected.”
Jae laughs as she cues up some music on the speakers, letting some quiet R&B flow through the room, “It’s more like sex therapy than people think,”
“Exactly,” You nod.
“And you’re feeling comfortable so far?” Jae asks.
“Very,” You nod, “I’m nervous, but you know,” you look at San, “I think I’d be nervous no matter what.”
“Mm,” Jae takes a seat on the edge of the bed and crosses her legs, “one last question for you both,”
“Okay,”
“Have you ever incorporated another person into your sex lives, or had an open relationship in which one or both of you were sleeping with other partners?” She asks simply.
“No,” San says, shaking his head.
You shake your head along with him.
“Okay,” Jae smiles, “I know this night is about you, y/n, but before things get started, can you tell me if you’re comfortable with me touching San? And San, if you’re comfortable with me touching you.”
You turn in San’s lap, and you both study each other’s expressions. It’s not something you had talked about, so focused on what this night meant for you and San’s comfort at seeing someone else with you. Without looking away from San you nod, “I’m comfortable with it,”
“Me too,” San leans up, kissing you quickly before you both focus back on Jae.
“Good,” Jae says, “I’m not saying that anything will happen, but before the heat of the moment it’s good to know where we all stand.”
“That makes sense,” You squeeze San’s hand.
Jae smooths a hand over the space next to her on the bed, “Okay then,”
You swallow hard, and San squeezes your hand back.
“How about you let San watch us play?” The words have you trembling in anticipation, and you move across the space, sitting next to her on the bed and looking back to San.
Jae slides her hand down your leg, slipping higher until it hooks under the edge of your skirt to drag it slowly upwards and reveal more of your soft thighs. San’s eyes stay locked, trained on the way another person is touching you, but you can see the way his lips are parted and his breathing is slow and relaxed. You hoped he might like this, and already it seems like you were right.
“y/n,” Jae softly sighs, her voice honeyed now that she’s moving into the scene, “have you ever kissed another woman?”
“Yes,” You nod, breathless at the way her fingers slide up the inner part of your thigh.
“Has a woman ever touched you?” She murmurs, fingers gliding higher, your legs parting open in response.
“Like this?” You ask.
“Mhm,” Jae’s nails lightly scrape along your upper thigh, and you shiver, “has a woman ever made you come?”
San swallows hard, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he stares at Jae’s hand lightly coasting over your panties, your skirt now fully pushed up over your hips.
“N-no,” You manage.
“When you imagine it,” Jae whispers, nuzzling your ear and starting to press slow kisses along your jaw, “when you imagine me making you come… is it on my fingers or on my tongue?”
“Oh,” You breathe, “I don’t know,”
“Take a moment and close your eyes for me,” Jae murmurs, and you let your eyes drift shut.
Without your eyes, without San drawing your attention or watching her hands and the way they coast over your skin in all the ways you’ve always wanted, you can focus on just feeling her. Her fingers sliding slowly up and down the length of your slit, only the thin mesh of your panties between you. Her lips and warm breath caressing your jaw, your neck, tongue lapping a stripe up over your pulse points. You can hear your breath, feel the way your hands tremble.
“And now?” Jae presses a little more firmly with her fingers, directly circling over your clit now and eliciting a breathy pant from your lips. She sucks a soft, delicious spot on your neck and you let your head fall back, hands loosening their grip on the duvet cover beneath you.
“Your mouth,” You sigh, images of her buried between your thighs.
“Very good,” Her fingers slide off you, and she shifts away.
When your eyes open you see her moving towards San and you sit up again, skirt falling back down over your hips and thighs.
“San,” Jae says, “why don’t you come and help?”
Where you expect to see a bit of nervousness in him, you find none. Your husband has long forgotten the concerns he shared with you over the past few weeks, and where he is normally jealous and possessively tactile with you, now you see nothing but an eager hunger to help.
San takes a seat on the bed with you and tucks your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek softly, “And how is my darling doing?”
“Good,” You assure him.
He smiles, pressing forwards to lock his mouth to yours and your eyes fall shut once again to sink into his touch. As his tongue dips into your mouth and catches along yours, you feel the ties on the back of your blouse becoming loose, the shirt unwrapping from around you. Deft fingers that are far more delicate than San’s peel the fabric off you and make short work of your bra clasp.
“You really are a beautiful couple,” Jae’s voice cuts through, and you and San break apart.
Your eyes are drawn back to her immediately, and you realize that in the time San was kissing you and keeping you blissfully distracted, she’s stripped down to nothing but a simple black lingerie set.
The words slip right out of you at the sight of her, “You’re beautiful,”
“Thank you,” Jae smiles warmly.
San grins, chuckling softly next to you as he drops his lips to your shoulder.
“Why don’t we all get a bit more comfortable, and get in bed,” Jae suggests.
You nod, a little eager and she passes out of your eye line behind you to fold down the top of the sheets. San squeezes your knee and quickly unbuttons his dress shirt before standing and pulling it free from the top of his trousers to finish. He’s stripped down to his boxers in no time, and you follow suit with a deep breath, slipping off your bra and skirt.
San’s eyes slowly glide over your body, direct and appreciative. “Jagi,” He sighs, “I swear you get prettier every day,”
“Stop that,” You blush, smiling.
San simply rolls his eyes and tugs you into his arms, kissing you soundly and sliding a hand down your backside to squeeze the soft flesh and hold you close. His hard length presses against your belly and you moan softly against his lips when his thumb flicks across your hardening nipple.
“Mm,” San sighs, kissing you once more, “alright let me let you go a minute,”
As he steps away you settle back onto your feet, feeling breathless and foggy. When you glance to the side you see Jae reclined against the pillows, watching you both with calm intensity.
“You don’t have to let her go,” Jae says smoothly, “in fact, I’d love your help.”
“Oh?” San for the first time seems slightly caught off guard.
“Come right here,” She reaches for him with an outstretched hand, and he glances to you briefly before moving to take it, letting her pull him down onto the bed, directing him to sit up against the pillows and tufted headboard. “y/n,” Jae opens her hand to you, “let San hold you a bit while I take care of you,”
You let them both maneuver you, and before you know it you’re laid back against San’s chest between his open legs, your own knees spread open wide and your panties discarded, Jae kissing her way up your inner thighs.
“Now,” Jae murmurs, kissing the top of your mound just above your clit and making your hips jerk, “I want you to just relax, and let us take care of you.”
San’s hands tighten on your thighs and he hums pleasantly, “Can you do that, jagi? For us?” His voice is lower, huskier than before, and you know that when he eventually fucks you tonight it’s going to be incredible. You can always feel it when he’s starting to lose himself completely in the feeling of you.
“Mhm,” You sigh, relaxing into his touch.
“Perfect,” Jae says quietly.
San shifts behind you just enough so he can see, and you hear his tight breath shudder when Jae moves forward between your thighs and finally, finally presses her tongue up your wet slit.
“Oh god,” You pant, opening your legs wider.
She opens you perfectly, a hand on either inner thigh to keep you where she wants you as she starts to work you. With practiced patience, she slowly sucks your clit, warm sparks of pleasure lighting up your abdomen and leaving you groaning, wanting to beg for more.
“God,” San sighs, dropping his lips to your cheek, curling over you so he can kiss any part of skin he can reach, “is she making you feel good, baby?”
You nod against his chest, your hips rocking against Jae’s flicking tongue.
“Don’t be so shy,” San’s hands press, dragging up your body until he cups both of your breasts in his familiar hands, kneading them just the way you like, “you’re never this quiet at home,”
“I’m,” You sigh, trying to focus on his words and not the sparks of pleasure, “sorry, I’m just,”
“Still a little nervous,” San finishes for you, “we’ll fix that,”
Jae hums an affirmative sound from between your legs, the vibrations of her voice making your hips jut back and she strokes your hips slowly to calm your twitching body.
San flicks one of your nipples gently, eliciting a tight moan from your throat, “There she is,” he murmurs, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger, “tell us how good you feel, jagi, show Jae all the pretty noises you can make,”
“Oh fuck,” You stammer, your eyes fluttering shut and head back against his shoulder. He chuckles, teasing your nipples more now. When Jae picks up the pace, trading lazy licks and sucks for a quick flicking of her tongue over your swollen nub you moan hard and lose all sense of nerves or anxiety
“You can do better,” San whispers, his mouth pressed close to your ear, his hot breath across your damp skin, his hard cock twitching at the small of your back.
“Sannie,” You twist your head to the side and he dips forward to press his lips to yours, his mouth hungry and devouring.
Jae’s hands tighten on your thighs as she presses forwards, working you now at a frantic fast pace, the sound wet and sharp, punctuated with little pleased sounds from her lips. She presses her tongue inside you and you jolt, a hard moan against San and he wraps one arm around you to hold you steady while the other continues playing with your breast.
“Is she going to make you come, jagi?” San teases, “Are you going to make a mess all over her pretty face?”
“San!” Your hand locks down on his leg and your eyes press shut, pleasure jolting up and down your body in a sharp line. Your hips rock against her tongue now, pressing her into the pace you like and she shifts with you easily, knowing exactly how to adjust to make you feel perfect and weightless.
San’s fingers flick your bottom lip and your eyes blow wide as you moan. “Open,” He instructs softly and you let your lips part, mouth falling slack for him. He slips his fingers in and you suck softly but he removes them just as easily, just needing to wet his fingers for when he returns them to your stiff nipple.
“Fuck,” Your legs are starting to tremble, the tight release a breath away.
“That’s it,” San hums, “you’re so close beautiful, I can tell,”
“Sa-Sannie,” Your hips jut fast, Jae moving with your body, arms wrapped around your hips now so that she can keep her tongue locked perfectly over your clit.
San smiles, and with his tongue pressed against his teeth as he nods, he pinches your nipple just right. The shock runs from your chest down to your swollen bud and between it and the next sharp suck you fall apart in their arms, whimpering moans and pants you can’t control as your body spasms and jerks.
“There,” San kisses your temple, holding you steady.
Jae lifts her lips away from you and your hips roll, seeking more, desperate and wanting. She doesn’t know your body yet and the way you come, not as precisely as your husband.
“I got you,” San eases you when you whine, and his hand connects to your clit, rubbing fast, harsh circles to help you through to your finish.
Jae watches the way your body curls and shakes, blush erupting over your skin, the way San watches your face with rapt attention as he finishes you off, knowing exactly when the pleasurable sensations turn into oversensitive jolts just by your fluttering facial expressions.
You’re a shaky mess when you feel Jae leave you, but San soothes you with gentle touches and soft words against your ear.
At an unfamiliar sound of jingling, metal on metal like a buckle, you open your eyes again. Jae stands at the dresser, affixing a harness around her hips and making adjustments until it’s tight and positioned perfectly. When she turns, your breath dies in your throat, catching audibly. A dark purple silicone dildo juts out from her sex, affixed to the harness as if it were her own cock, and you shudder.
Jae spreads a thin coat of lubricant over it before wiping her hands clean and returning to the bed.
“San,” She asks him, drawing his attention to her eyes, “how about you watch me play with your wife a bit.”
“Yeah- yes,” He voice sounds tight, “perfect,”
“Good,” Jae reaches for you, “y/n, give me your hands please,”
You take her hands without hesitation, and let her pull you forwards just enough for San to ease himself out from behind you, taking up his seat on the armchair at the side of the bed and leaving you alone in the center of the large bed with just Jae.
She drops you back softly, and then suddenly she’s above you.
“San tells me that you like a good, hard fuck,” The head of the dildo catches against your clit and a sharp sound bubbles up from your throat. Jae smiles at the noise and repeats her actions, “and you look so ripe and ready to be used,”
“Fuck,” You’re trembling now, her words sending you into a haze, “yes, please,”
“Good girl,” She nods, “you are aren’t you?”
“Mhm,” You nod, frantic and wanting, the tip of the dildo pressing inside you.
“Will you take everything I give you?” She pushes forwards just a little, sinking the toy a little further inside, “Will you take it and say please and thank you, pretty girl?”
You never thought words like that from a woman’s mouth would make you feel the way you’re feeling now, but your muscles clench, your core growing wetter and wetter with every word from her lips. “Anything,” you manage, “I’ll do anything.”
“Good girl,” She repeats, pressing fully inside in one fluid thrust.
You moan, harsh and tight, jerking forwards and burying your head in her shoulder.
“San,” Jae calls, “you were right, she does make the prettiest little sounds.”
“She’s perfect,” His rich voice murmurs from a few feet away.
“Please fuck me,” You interrupt, jerking your hips against hers, “please, please,”
“Needy,” She murmurs, but she starts to pump her hips anyways, dragging the cock in and out of you at a deliciously slow and filling pace.
Jae gathers you closer, your bodies tight together now as she kisses you hungrily, wet and wanting, your breasts pressed together as her hips roll to thrust the toy up into your sweet spot again and again. It’s messy, getting rougher and rougher as Jae leans her weight down onto her forearms and uses the leverage to snap her hips down into you, driving deep inside you with every click of her hips.
Your head falls back at a hot wave of pleasure, and you moan, hands flying to grip Jae above you, one hand on her hip and the other tensing for purchase on her back. When she adjusts her position again, it brings her breasts closer to face, and it’s like your body moves on it’s own, diving forwards to take one of her nipples in your mouth.
She makes a sharp sound above you and you jerk back, “Sorry,” you apologize laying back and letting her continue.
“No, no,” Jae shakes her head, slowing down to a stop, “you can touch me all you want.”
You swallow tightly, eyes flicking from her eyes to her lips to her hard, pebbled nipples. Jae sweeps a hand through your hair, pushing it back from your face before sinking her fingers into hair and cupping the back of your head, bringing you up to meet her breast.
You latch on without question, and at the sound of her low moan above you, your brain clicks into place. You flick her nipple with the tip of your tongue, sucking softly and rolling it in your mouth. In response she starts to pump her hips again, driving the toy in and out of your soaking core again and again.
“That’s good,” Jae pants, “really good,”
You hum happily doubling down on your ministrations. You trade one breast for the other, dividing your attentions equally and moan into her chest as the toy fills you with every thrust.
Jae’s hand tightens in your hair, yanking your head back and away from her so she can take back control, and she presses your head to the side so that you’re facing San while she opens you up wider and pushes into you harder and harder.
At the sight of your husband, hand stroking his hard, weeping cock and mouth open in awe at the sight of you both, you can barely breathe. “Fuck,” You manage, “god, fuck,”
“So good,” Jae pants above you.
Your eyes stay held on San, and you watch when his hand stills and he smiles, mouthing quiet words to you and only you - my beautiful girl. You need him.
“Sannie,” You whine, reaching for him, “baby,”
Jae shifts back, assessing the scene and at the way you reach for San and the desperation on your face she slides back, out of you instantly and gestures for San to take her place. He’s all too happy to, and before you can take another breath he’s between your knees and sinking home. His cock is warm, thick and filling, giving you so much more than the toy ever could and you grip onto his shoulders as he starts to fuck you, desperate and frantic.
“You needed me that bad, jagiya?” San croons, lips hot on yours.
“Please,” You manage, letting him take you apart in his hands.
“No one makes you come like me,” He groans, “I know every inch of you,”
“San,” Your hand winds tight into his hair, and for a moment you forget you have company. Eyes locked on each other, it’s just the two of you. Blood rushing in your ears and your body vibrating beneath him.
“Come on my cock,” He directs, locking his hips down to yours hard and pressing his pubic bone into your swollen clit, “take it and come, come on baby,”
He doesn’t need to tell you twice, and you hold onto him as you rock and roll your hips against him, the fast bubbling snap of your orgasm washing over you as he holds you to his chest.
Your brain is reconnecting slowly when you hear San and Jae murmuring above you, and when San cups your cheek and draws your eyes to his you start to finally feel the rest of your body under his.
“What do you think, jagi?” He asks you.
“About what?” You blink, coming back fully to the surface.
He grins, tapping your nose softly and looking up to Jae who sits by your side, “I don’t think she heard a word,”
“I’m not surprised,” Jae smiles, her hand softly sweeping up and down your arm in a comforting pattern.
“What did I miss?” You sigh, your muscles twitching around San’s still hard cock inside you.
“Are you ready to try something all together?” San asks, “Do you think you can?”
“Oh,” Your muscles clench around him once again, and he bites his lip, glancing down at where your body connects with his.
“Feels like a yes,” He teases.
“If you still want to,” Jae adds, smoothing your hair back from your forehead and moving into your eye line, “I know it was on your maybe list.”
“It’s a yes,” You nod again.
“Good,” She dips forwards to kiss you, a little more tenderly than before and you melt under her touches, San’s hand squeezing yours gently as he watches you together.
When Jae pulls back, so does San and you’re left empty and wanting, but not for long. San flops onto his back and reaches for you, “Come up here, love,”
You ease up from your position on the bed, feeling achy in all the right places and move to straddle him, easing yourself down on his cock with a sigh and waiting for what’s to come. You turn towards Jae who is picking through the items on the dresser and you watch as she adds some additional lubricant to the strap on, before picking up a few more things.
“How would you feel about this?” Jae kneels on the bed by your side, cupping your cheek and holding up the pink silk rope.
Your stomach clenches and you nod, offering your wrists up to her without hesitation. San smiles below you, his hands slowly sweeping up and down your thighs in a warm comforting rhythm.
Jae shakes her head, “Behind you, please.”
“Okay,” You breathe, positioning your hands behind you and waiting once again.
Jae looks to San, “Here’s this for you,”
San looks confused for a moment, but let’s Jae take his hand and slide a small navy blue silicone vibrator over his index and middle fingers. Jae taps the button on the back for him and shows him the settings, “Good?”
“Got it,” San confirms, and you can feel yourself growing wetter and needier by the second as you watch them prepare.
“Alright,” Jae climbs onto the bed behind you both, tucked between San’s open legs, and she runs her hands down the length of your arms. With slow and meticulous motions she wraps the silk rope around your wrists, pulling the binds taut but not painfully so, leaving your wrists bound tightly behind your back.
San watches your face with an easy smile all the while, and he reaches up to cup your cheek, “Still good, yeobo?”
“Mhm,” You confirm, “I’m so perfect,”
“That’s good,” He soothes, “very good.”
When Jae is done with your wrap she presses her hand between your shoulder blades and eases you down onto your husband’s chest. “You relax,” she tells you, “we’ll take care of you now.”
“Mm,” You sigh as you rest on San’s chest.
The sensation of Jae’s wet finger on your tight ring of muscle is not a foreign one, it’s something you and San have incorporated plenty over the course of your long relationship, and you often favored using toys and plugs to increase your sensation during sex, but it doesn’t change the fact that every time still feels a little new and with a person that isn’t San, you’re trembling.
“There we go,” Jae murmurs when she sinks two fingers inside, working you open and relaxed under her.
“So beautiful together,” San says quietly.
“San,” Jae says as she finally removes her hand and you feel the cockhead of the toy nudging between your cheeks, “if you hear her say stop or slow down and I don’t, tap my thigh, alright?”
“Got it,” he confirms, before brushing your hair away from your face and wrapping his arms around you.
“Nice and easy,” Jae says calmly, and then she pushes in.
The sensation isn’t something you’ve ever experienced before, not quite like this, sandwiched between the two of them and your hands bound tight and aching behind you. It’s dizzying. San’s warm breath over your shoulder as he watches, and Jae’s hands locked steady on your soft hips. The tight moan that bubbles out of you is shaky and sharp, unlike anything that’s ever left your lips before and you feel San’s hand move from your upper arm to your cheek.
“Feel okay, jagi?”
“Don’t stop,” You sigh, “More, please, please,”
Jae rocks her hips behind you, and with a few shallow thrusts you’re finally full, both cocks buried deep inside you and touching warm little places you didn’t know you had.
“Fuck,” San’s hips jerk a little under you, and you groan.
“What do you say, y/n,” Jae’s fingers coast down your spine, “can you take more?”
“Yes, yes, fuck,” You push back again and Jae chuckles.
“Hold her,” Jae instructs, and you feel San’s hands clamp down on your body.
The pace changes instantly, Jae thrusting now with hard juts that drive the toy in and out of your ass at a fast pace, sending pleasurable sparks up your whole body. You’re not sure how San knows to start moving, but in perfect sync he matches Jae’s motions and they begin their assault on your senses.
San’s melting under you, but trying to keep his wits about him, tight curses on his lips as he pistons his hips and drives his cock in and out of you, making sure to grind in deep and make you see stars.
“Fuck,” You whine as they thrust harder, “I can’t,”
“Yes you can,” Jae squeezes your ass cheeks and pulls you back.
You squirm between them, your body shaking and moving on its own, the pleasure altogether different this time. It’s all consuming, hot and thick in your veins and you can barely breathe, your arms aching behind you as you pull against your binds on instinct.
“Listen to you,” San groans, “so fucking dirty,”
“Fuck,” You whine into his shoulder, your mouth wet on his skin as it hangs open.
“So slutty,” San sighs.
His words make you shiver between them and you nod, a blubbering mess between them as Jae leans over your back a little more to shift the angle.
“Oh,” Jae says, smiling, “she likes being dirty,”
“Loves it,” San thrusts hard, his pace breaking from Jae’s so he can punctuate his words and leave you scrambling against him.
“Talk to her,” Jae instructs, and you feel her shift again, sitting back now so she can thrust up into you while she controls your hands, tugging on your binds to straighten your arms.
“Mm,” San groans, and when your eyes flutter back open down that you’re lifted over him just a bit, you can see he’s slick with sweat and his cheeks are pink, chest flushed too with the effort of fucking you like this. He holds you steady with his hands on your shoulder and another on your hip and keeps pumping, before he says, “Look at me, baby,”
Your eyes focus on his.
“Beg,” His eyebrows knit together and his mouth falls open, shaking with the effort of staving off his own release, but he nods as you try to form words, as if he’s easing you through the thoughts.
“P-please,” You shudder, “fuck-fuck me harder,”
“My sweet, perfect little slut,” San sighs, reaching up to hold your face, fingers tight on either side of your jaw, “letting us use you like this,”
“Ah, god,” Your muscles clench around them, fluttering and spasming, “I’m- I’m so fucking,”
“Close?” Jae tugs on your wrists and you whine.
San smiles up at you, “Letting us fuck you open like this,”
“Please,” Your nails dig into your palms.
“Who owns your pussy, jagi?” San’s voice cuts through the buzzing in your brain and you keen.
“You, Sannie,” You feel hot all over, sweat dripping down your chest and your legs start to tremble. If they weren’t holding you up, you’re sure you’d collapse into a puddle.
“That’s right,” He groans, cursing, “fuck, you need to come,”
What happens next is fast, San and Jae working in tandem to pull your body apart at the seams. Jae winds a hand into your hair and pulls you back up high, still thrusting the toy in and out of your ass though the angle leaves it a little less deep, and she kisses across your neck, sucking hard on your pulse points.
You hear the little vibration sounds of the toy before you feel it, and when San presses the toy to your clit your vision whites out, the sound that leaves you closer to a broken cry than a moan. Every part of you feels blank all of a sudden, nothing but numb blinding pleasure filling your senses and you can hear yourself begging and mumbling, but can’t make out the words. You come hard, bearing down with your hips onto the vibration to knock you over the edge. The toy leaves you, and you find yourself crushed against San’s chest as he thrusts himself up into your channel twice before coming deep inside you, groaning in your ear, his hot release filling you deliciously.
Your body trembles in their hands, and slowly you feel Jae slip away from your back, the toy pulling out of you. San’s softening cock shifts out as well, and you feel the drip of his release as it pulses out of you, but you’re too exhausted and spent to move. Calm hands unbind your wrists, and your arms fall slack once the last wrap of the silk ropes is removed.
San wraps his arms around you, cradling you close, breathing heavy and shaky into your hair. You rest here, easy in the warm plane of his chest.
Your eyes flutter back open when a light coverlet is pulled up over your body and you see Jae at your side, two fresh glasses of ice water on the bedside table.
“Are you going?” You sit up quick, leaning on San’s chest as you do and pushing him back into consciousness.
“No,” She assures you, “we have time left. I just wanted to help make you both a little more comfortable.”
“Thank you,” You ease off San’s chest and reach for water.
Jae picks it up and passes it to you, watching as you take several deep gulps of cool water. She brushes her hand down the length of your hair and gently massages your shoulders, tight from the way your arms were pulled behind you, “How are you feeling?” she asks.
“I don’t even know,” You smile, telling her honestly.
“You did beautifully,” Jae’s warmth is like a soothing blanket, and you can’t help but feel caught up in the deep brown of her eyes and the plush pillow of her bottom lip. Jae glances at San, “You both did.”
San is still easing back into being awake, in the post orgasm glowy haze and he runs a hand up and down your bare back, “I’d like to think so,”
You chuckle, rolling your eyes and smacking his shoulder in a teasing scold.
Jae wraps the silky robe around her a little more tightly and steps away now that your glass of water is set back on the table, “How about the two of you relax a bit, and then when you’re ready we can talk about where to go from here.”
You can already feel that your clit is almost painfully overstimulated at this point, and taking anything inside you at this point feels like you’re tempting fate too much, sure to leave you sore and aching tomorrow if you do. Your mind tumbles forwards suddenly when you realize it, “Wait,” you stop her from shifting away from the bed, “you didn’t come.”
“No,” She shakes her head, “that’s okay, this night is about you, that’s why I’m here.”
“That doesn’t seem fair,” You find yourself saying.
Jae laughs and shrugs, “That’s nice, but like I said this is about you.”
“What if I want to see you come,” You sit up, crossing your legs and holding the covers to your chest as you watch her.
“Interesting,” Jae murmurs.
San sits up next to you, wrapping an arm around your back and kissing your temple, “Is that what you want, baby? To help her?”
You nod, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, “I want to,”
“We can do that,” Jae nods, “I said you can touch me all you want to.”
“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” You admit, suddenly a little nervous at the idea, especially working with someone so experienced, “I’ve never made another woman come before, but I’d like to,”
Jae smiles, “You know what you’re doing more than you think,”
Feeling a little bolder, you reach out to her and she steps forwards to take your hand, her eyes darting to San for a second.
He kisses your shoulder once more and slides away, “I’ll be right back, okay?”
You turn towards him, “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere,” He assures you, “just the bathroom and getting more water. Don’t stop on my account,”
The look he gives you is genuine, kind and easy, and you realize more than anything what he’s doing is giving you a breath of space to get your bearings. He knows you and your patterns so well now, so much so that you can hardly believe it. As he passes through the bedroom door of the suite, Jae squeezes your fingers gently and you’re able to refocus on her.
“How are you doing with everything?” Jae asks as you tug her towards the bed.
“A lot better than I thought,” You confess, “though I’m not sure what that means.”
“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” She shrugs, taking the seat next to you, “it can just be a thing that you enjoy.”
You chew your lip a moment, your hand resting on her thigh as her fingertips graze your back, tender like a lover would. “You’re very good at this,” You smile at her.
She laughs, fully and genuinely, no trace of the carefully crafted persona, “Thanks,”
“I’m glad we found you,” You tell her, “it’s made things so much easier.”
“I’m glad,” She murmurs, “and I’m glad I said yes too. You’ve both been excellent to work with,” She shifts towards you, squeezing your arm softly and nodding towards the doorway, “and it’s clear how much you love each other. I think if anything maybe this just makes your sex lives more fun from time to time, but you both seem happy.”
“We are,”
“Then be happy,” She murmurs, “and whatever else you want to do with me tonight, we can do.”
“Right,” The reason San left for a moment in the first place.
She waits patiently, keeping her hands softly on your skin, and you let your eyes flick over her. With a renewed sense of calm, you reach out for the tie on her robe and pull it gently, the tie opening with ease and letting the robe relax open.
“How about you lie back?” You suggest.
She smiles at the way you’re taking the lead and nods, getting comfortable in the center of the bed. She lays down flat, just her head propped up on the pillows, and you can’t miss the way she does nothing to straighten her robe as it falls open around her.
She redressed in the time you were recovering from your orgasm, back into her bra and panties, and you peel her underwear off and toss them to the side of the bed. With a nervous sigh you sidle between her open legs, resting on your stomach and you start slowly.
With gentle brushes of your fingertips across her inner thighs you watch her, doubling back when she takes a sharp inhale so you can hear it again and find every spot that brings her pleasure. It’s not dissimilar from the way you tease San, the way you know how to build anticipation in a partner until they’re aching to be touched more directly, and with every shift of your hands you know you’re on the right track.
“Jae,” You murmur as you start to kiss her soft thighs, opening her legs a little more to get the access you need.
“Hmm?” She murmurs and you can hear in her tone that what you’re doing now feels good.
“Tell me what’s good,” Your kisses start to travel, slowly moving towards the apex of her thighs, “tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, I want to do it right,”
“Doing good so far,” She chuckles and you nuzzle her soft flesh.
“You’re so soft,” You observe quietly.
She doesn’t respond, but you can feel her eyes on you as you start to get closer to her bare mound, her body waxed perfectly smooth. With the most gentle of shifts forwards, you slowly connect your tongue to her pink slit, coasting up until you feel the firm nub of her clit. She makes a tight sound, a soft pant, and you repeat the motion a few more times until you’re comfortable with the rhythm and she starts to make all the right sounds.
You don’t hear San return right away, but you feel it when the bed dips to your side and his fingers graze up the length of your back.
You make a pleased hum of acknowledgement, and he gathers your hair where it’s fallen haphazardly around you so that he can brush it back and lay it long over your shoulders, keeping it out of your way as you continue to explore Jae’s body.
You want to say something to him, but Jae makes a low moan, caught in her throat and you look up at her through hooded lashes to see that her eyes are closed and her head is lolled to the side. You repeat your motion, sucking gently on her clit and she pants again.
San’s weight leaves the bed next to you and you reach a hand out, hoping to find him and thankful when your fingers close around his forearm.
“You want me to stay?” San asks softly, quietly as if he’s trying not to disturb the moment.
You pull back from her for just a moment, “Please,”
He hesitates, and you can almost feel him thinking of how he could contribute, how you might want him here, but it doesn’t change the fact that you do. Ultimately, he eases down onto his side near you, and resumes brushing his hand along your back, a warm and steady weight.
You return to Jae, dipping your tongue back inside her and you feel her muscles flutter, the way her hips jerk just slightly and you dip closer, working your tongue back up to lavish attention on her clit.
San stays quiet, but you hear his breathing grow heavier, and his hand slides lower to rest over your ass, squeezing your soft flesh and making you dizzy.
Jae’s playlist still thrums softly through the room, mixing with the wet, lewd sounds of your mouth and her slick center, her breathy pants and the shifting bed sheets.
San moves his hand suddenly, curling under you and rubbing a warm line between your wet folds, and you moan into her heat, determined to stay focused but feeling your body start to respond to him just like he knows it will. At your subtle change in pace, Jae moans in earnest and her hips rock against your mouth.
“Faster,” she urges you, “please,”
You shift accordingly, flicking your tongue over her swollen bud more quickly and gripping down on her thighs to hold her steady as she juts her hips against your mouth, pushing her cunt closer. San’s fingers push deeper inside you, and your legs widen to accommodate his hand, your own hips pushing back into his touch.
“Fuck,” San murmurs, easing himself closer and kissing your shoulder, dipping under Jae’s leg so he can press himself along your body completely, “look at you,”
His fingers press deep and you choke out a muffled moan, earning one from Jae above you too.
“Listen to her, baby,” San pumps his fingers faster and you didn’t think you could stand to be touched again but all you want now is to come, “listen to what you’re doing to her,”
“Ah-” Jae wriggles underneath you, “h-harder,”
You double your efforts, jaw sore and tired but you really, really don’t care.
“Are you going to make her cum, baby?” San bites down on the soft skin of your back, and you feel his hard cock thrust against the back of your thigh.
At his words you let out a taut whine, his fingers hooking perfectly to make you dizzy.
“Does she taste as sweet as you?” He leans his head against your back, focused now entirely on the way he’s fingering you, hard and fast.
“Ah, San,” You groan as you take a breath.
“Don’t fucking stop,” Jae’s hand slides into your hair, directing your mouth back down and keeping you pressed tightly against her.
“She’s close,” San urges you, breath hot against your back, “make her cum, jagi, I want to hear her,”
Pleasure coils tight inside you, your senses thrown into overdrive between the way San is touching you and the sounds Jae makes, the feeling of her hand tight against your scalp. You suck hard, and roll your tongue through her folds, letting her drive the pace now that she’s close and guiding your motions.
“More,” San kisses you, “she can take more,”
You’ve never felt a woman shudder and fall apart under your hands, but that’s just what she does. With a choked cry her muscles lock up, fluttering and spasming under your attentions, and you hold her steady through it until you’re sure she’s on the fading end, your tongue slowing to match her release.
San’s fingers slow their pace too, reading the shift in your focus, but he kisses your back and stays nestled against you even still.
Jae’s hand loosens and drops away from your hair, her hips sinking into the bed and legs falling slack, and you watch as her breath steadies and she opens her eyes to look down at you.
You lean up on your elbows, “Good?”
She shakes her head, a smile on her lips, “Very good,”
You move before you can even really explain why, pushing yourself forwards and over her, you just know that you want to kiss the satisfied smirk right off her face and hear the sound of her moans again. San lifts up as he feels you move, letting you go with ease and watching as you collapse above her, locking your mouth down on hers.
Jae releases a surprised squeak, but picks up on your intention immediately, and draws you closer until your bodies are flush together and your legs are interlocked. Her mouth is hot, kisses heavy and without any restraint, and she cups your hip, drawing you down further onto her until your slick cunt is locked with the top of her thigh.
It doesn’t take long, the way San had built up your orgasm to a perfect bubble ready to burst means you only need a little more friction to knock you over the edge. She keeps her mouth on yours, hands roaming over your body as she encourages you to move, and you grind yourself down on her, moaning against her lips.
Her fingers tighten on your ass and you shudder against her, “There you go,” she pants against you, “fuck yourself just like that pretty girl,”
Your pleasure coils, blush blooming on your cheeks and your hair sticking to your damp skin, a whine on your lips.
“Come,” She urges you, “come right here for me,”
With another rock of your hips and her tongue dipping back into your mouth you crumble, falling into her shoulder with a moan and shaking against her, her soft words and strokes against your back easing you through yet another blurry orgasm.
It takes a moment or two for you to regain feeling, but when you do you lift off her gently, slipping to the side and burying your face in the pillow with a laugh, “Oh my god,”
“Mhm,” Jae smiles and as you peek up from your hiding place you see that she’s wrapped the robe back around her body and is cinching it closed.
Your eyes connect with San, still seated near the foot of the bed, and a flicker of embarrassment runs through you at the way you pulled away from him to go to her. You’re so sure this will be a moment to linger on, but San merely smiles, biting his lip just a little and slides himself further onto the bed. “You’re incredible,” He murmurs, hand resting on your bare calf and kneading a comforting circle, “and beyond sexy.”
Jae eases up off the bed and you pull San to you, “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” His hands run along your back, “I could watch you forever,”
When you married him, you knew you loved him, but you never expected it could be like this. You shift further into his arms, but your thoughts divert, feeling how hard he is pressed into your belly and you hum against his mouth, “Can I help?”
He chuckles against your lips, shaking his head a little, but you wriggle back just enough to snake your hand between you and push down his boxers, closing your hand around his hot length.
“Mm,” He groans, “fuck,”
“Shh,” You peck his lips once more, shimmying down the bed and peeling back his boxers as you do.
“Jagi, you really,” he starts to say, but you wet your lips and sink your mouth down around him, the warm weight of his cock familiar on your tongue. His words die in his throat with a groan and you hold his waist while you sink your mouth lower, feeling him bump the back of your throat.
For a minute, you both forget there’s anyone else in the room. It’s just like any vacation, any little trip to a fancy hotel that makes you both insatiably tactile and desperate to cristen every surface in it with your tangled up bodies. You know his patterns well and what he needs, and you flatten your tongue firmly against the bottom of his shaft as you bob your head, hollowing out your cheeks and picking up your pace.
“Baby,” He pants, “oh my god,”
His hand locks down over yours, gripping you like a lifeline and you know he’s close. You keep pushing, humming around his length and working him hard and fast, and when he comes it’s with a moan and a curse, and San’s hand holding yours. He releases salty and warm down your throat and you stay steady, taking him with practiced ease until he’s spent before you slowly slide your mouth off him and swallow.
“God, I love you,” He grins, sleepy and sated, tugging his boxers back in place and dropping an arm over his eyes.
You’re so tired, boneless and breathless, and you collapse next to him and rest your head on his stomach, pulling the sheet up and over yourself. Your eyes are just starting to slip closed as San idly massages your shoulder when you hear the zip of a bag and your head snaps up.
“Jae,” You remember yourself, “I’m sorry, I got distracted,”
“No apologies,” She shakes her head, “you two needed a moment.”
“Are you going now?” You ask.
“Well,” she checks her phone, “our time is almost up. I can stay if you’d like, you both paid in advance, but I thought you might like a little time to yourselves.”
“Oh,” You smile, feeling the way that San’s fingers have started gently playing with your hair, “no, that’s fine, thank you.”
“Right,” She nods, and you realize that not only is she packed, she’s dressed. She pulls her hair back and up into a neat bun before picking up her case, “I did really enjoy our time together. I hope you both did too,”
“Yes,” You nod immediately, “I can’t thank you enough,”
She smiles, still a little laugh on her lips, before looking at San.
He’s pushing himself up and off the bed, reaching for his white undershirt to toss on and you watch him smooth down his hair before he reaches for her hand, “Thank you,” he says, dipping into a bow as she takes his hand.
“Really,” She smiles, “you don’t have to thank me this much,”
“Still,” He says, “we appreciate you saying yes.”
She nods once, and looks back, giving you one last kind smile. You wonder if you’ll ever see her again.
“Let me walk you out,” San says, and you can see her consider protesting but she doesn’t and follows him out into the main section of the suite. “I’ll be right back,” San says to you, and you watch her go. The suite is quiet, but you hear the heavy hotel door open, and it takes a few moments for it to swing closed again.
You don’t ask him anything about it until later, tucked tightly together in a warm bath with your back resting on his chest and your damp hair wrapped up in a knot on the top of your head. San massages your sore muscles, hands gliding over every part of you, quiet stretching between you.
“Sannie,” You murmur, finding his hand under the water and interlacing your fingers.
“Hmm?” His voice is tired, but you feel him perk up behind you.
“What did you say to her?” You ask, bringing his arm closer and twisting the gold band on his index finger, “When she left, I mean,”
“Nothing really,” He says earnestly, “I just told her how much this meant to us,”
You don’t miss the way he says to us and not to you.
“And I thanked her again,” He kisses the top of your head, “that’s really all.”
It’s quiet for a beat, and you lift his hand out of the water to press a kiss to the back, “She told me that you called her, when she was deciding whether or not she should accept us as clients,”
“Oh,” He clears his throat softly, “I did, yes,”
“She said that she took us because you sounded kind, like you loved me.” You murmur into his skin.
“Jagi,” He gathers you close, “I do love you,”
“She also said that you told her you wanted to do this to support me,” Your eyes slip closed.
He drops his lips to your hair, “Was that the wrong thing to say?” He asks, his voice soft.
“No,” You squeeze his hand, twisting to find his eyes, “no, Sannie, it was perfect. You were perfect,”
“It felt right?” His hand breaks from yours so he can cup your cheek, “I tried to give you some space to, just to try and,”
“I could never,” You interrupt him, holding his hand to your cheek, “in my life have asked for a partner as good as you. It was everything,”
His eyes flick down, and he swallows hard. It’s clear to you now what he’s done for you, the risk with his own heart that he wagered. There wasn’t a second during the evening where it felt like he was walking back his promise to try, he didn’t hesitate or question, hover or beg for your attention. Your throat tightens as you watch him, this man you trust with every inch of you.
You turn your head in his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm and he looks back to you, meeting your gaze with his warm eyes, “I love you, completely.”
“I love you too,” You whisper into his skin, kissing him again and taking comfort in his steady hands, “and I hope you know it was never a question of you and me,”
“I know,” He assures, dipping forward to kiss your forehead, “believe me, I know that.”
“I just needed to know,” The words pour out of you, “for me.”
He leans back, taking a deep breath and relaxing but still holding you to him, “Did it help?”
You nod, thinking of all the ways your brain and body seemed to click into place throughout the night.
“Would you do it again?” He asks.
You consider his words for a moment and then you nod, “If it were with you,”
He smiles, running his thumb along your cheek, “Okay,”
“Okay?”
“Let’s leave the door open,” He kisses you, slow and tender, “if we want to again, then we can,”
You're quiet, not sure what to say to the idea that there could be more to explore and he grins at your expression, kissing you again and chuckling against your mouth.
“I had a good time,” He adds, smiling, “and I told you before, I could watch you forever.”
“I love you so much,”
He shrugs, a bit of cheek now, “I also may have asked for her card,”
“Choi San!” You splash him with a push of your hand through the water.
“What?” He laughs, dragging you back into his arms, “I liked her, it seemed like you liked her,”
“Oh my god,” You drop your head against him and roll your eyes.
“Hey,” He murmurs, kissing your hair as he stops laughing, “as long as we’re us, I’ll do anything to make you happy. You know I would,”
“We’re always us,” You murmur.
He curls around you, lips close to your ear, “Then I’ll always make you happy,”
You rest in his arms until the bath runs cold, until your skin is shriveled and pruney, tumbling straight back into bed when you’re finally dry. You order room service and San finds an old black and white movie on TV, and you stay tangled up together until you fall asleep.
In the morning, you wake first. You ease into the day and into how your body feels with soft stretches, the memory of last night fresh and coming back to you again and again. You tuck yourself back into his chest, his arms dragging you right in until you’re cocooned in his warmth. For the first time, in a very long time, your mind is quiet. For now, you can breathe.
Tommy Shelby believes in women’s equality. So it only makes sense that you do equal the amount of work in the bedroom, right?
This is about to be fucking filthy, so have fun you wonderful freaks! Inspired by Tommy’s speech in Season 2 about women’s rights. I also want to dedicate this to one of my favorite authors, @earlgreydream. Grey is the one who got me watching Peaky Blinders in the first place and she writes THE BEST smut and fluff and angst for Tommy and a ton of other characters.
This is an NSFW preference for a female reader with the character Tommy Shelby of the show Peaky Blinders. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18 (or the age of majority in your locale). As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon level violence.
Warnings Include (but are not limited to):
A bit of 1920’s misogyny
Use of whore in a non-sexual way
Swearing
dom!Thomas Shelby
sub!reader
degradation/humiliation
dumbification
Tommy is mean
light impact play
Oral sex (male receiving)
Masturbation (female)
Vouyerism (Tommy watches)
P in V, unprotected sex
DISCLAIMER: This, like the series, takes place in the 1920’s, which was a time when misogyny was rampant and women’s rights were just beginning to take shape. I do not condone misogyny, and I vigorously support women’s rights. This is purely a work of fiction.
Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | after watching you mother his boys, tommy is intent on making you the mother of his real children.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | tommy shelby (peaky blinders) x fem!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 3.3k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut (MDNI!), raging breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex (please use a condom), tommy has A Thing about you being pregnant
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i have no excuse other than Horny For Cillian Murphy (can u blame me lmao) i wrote this so quick it made my head spin // taglist blog: @cremebruhleewrites
“Well, God, Finn, that’s the third time this week!”
The lad smiled at you, convinced that, if he were sweet enough, he would be out of trouble. Both of the knees of his pants were ripped and scuffed thin, and you could even see the fresh stitches from two days ago, when he had last come home with his pants all ripped up. “Sorry,” he said, and he fell down into one of the overstuffed seats in your living room. As much as you tried to keep a nice home, your husband’s brothers and employees always managed to find a way to foul it all up one way or another. You tsk-ed as you fixed the doily atop the chair that Finn had disturbed, and you called, “Tommy, love? Bring me my sewing kit, won’t you?”
Somewhere upstairs, you heard your husband shout “Just a moment!”, and you tugged up your sleeves to your elbows as you settled yourself on the floor in front of Finn.
“Make yourself useful and read me the paper,” you grumbled. “Or turn on the radio. Something productive instead of sitting on your arse.”
“I could just take my pants off and leave them to you while I go actually do something,” Finn offered, and you heard Tommy’s footsteps coming down the stairs. Quickly, he entered the room and passed you your carpetbag of sewing supplies, and he boxed at Finn’s ear.
“Like hell you’re stripping down in front of my woman,” Tommy said. “Not even your girl wants to see your skivvies.”
“Well, fuck you,” Finn said, and he hissed as Tommy gave him another wallop on the ear. “Oi! She curses worse than that!”
“Mind your fucking manners around the missus,” Tommy said, and he snatched up the newspaper from beside Finn. You deftly threaded your needle and pulled Finn’s leg over to you, and you heard Tommy light a cigarette as he sat down in his chair.
“Stop twitching your leg,” you mumbled as you began your work, and Finn fussed with his cigarette as you fell into the pattern of sewing. As much as you acted like you hated having to mother the entire Shelby clan, you actually loved it. You loved how every man needed you for something different and expressed their affection for you in different ways; sure, there was Aunt Pol for that feminine touch, but there seemed to be something special about you. During the year that Tommy had courted and subsequently married you, all the boys had started up a running joke of calling you Mother; mainly because you treated every single man as if they were your son.You patched up all their injuries and mended their clothing, you made them tea or poured them a drink when they visited the house, you gave them the spare bedroom if they had nowhere to sleep, and it could be guaranteed that someone would join you at the dinner table every single night, hounding after your warm, hard-cooked dinner. You wouldn’t trade the title for anything in the world (especially when they called you Mother Shelby or The Missus), but you felt a little off whenever they did call you that. Only because it had been a year, and you still hadn’t succeeded in giving Tommy a baby.
It wasn’t for lack of trying. Almost every day, Tommy would fuck you hard and fill you up, but nothing had succeeded yet. You had tried just about every trick you could think of, every old wives’ tale in the book— eating a lemon, putting a pillow under your hips, having sex only in the morning— and you were starting to wonder if there was something wrong with you. Surely, after a year, something should have happened, even on a statistical level. It just didn’t make sense. In fact, the absence of a baby was starting to eat at you. You had voiced this to your husband, and he, in his wisdom, had told you that it would happen eventually and not to worry. “It’ll happen when it needs to,” he told you, kissing your shoulder. “Don’t fret, love.”
Tommy read the newspaper and smoked his cigarette as you worked, but your mind stayed solely with him and the delicious memory of that morning. He had woken you up with two fingers in your cunt and, when he noticed that you were awake, he had sunk down and buried his head between your thighs until your legs were shaking around his head. The sun was hardly coming through the lace curtains by the time that Tommy had sunk his cock into you, and the low light made his sweaty chest glisten as he hauled your legs over his shoulders and fucked you hard enough to make the headboard rattle against the wall. “C’mon,” he huffed, slapping your ass and pawing at your tits. “Cum, honey, cum for me, make a big fuckin’ mess in my cock.” You did as he had told you, as you always did, and Tommy had wasted no time in filling you up, just as he always did. He fell down onto his back next to you and huffed out a few labored breaths as you rested your cheek against his burning chest, and he cast his big blue eyes down on you when you sighed. “Hey,” Tommy whispered, his voice cracking, as rough as sandpaper, and he lifted your chin up with his finger. “I know what you’re thinking, love. I feel good about this one.”
You nodded quietly, and your finger lightly traced the scars that had healed and leveled on his chest. “If it’s a girl, I’d like to name her Edith,” you whispered. “It’s a lovely name.”
“Edith Violet,” Tommy nodded. “Edith Violet Shelby… What a fuckin’ top-notch name. She’d be a spoiled little thing, I’d be sure of it. And if it’s a boy?”
“Thomas,” you replied. “I’d name him after you.”
Tommy sighed lightly, content, and he sealed his lips to yours in a kiss. His arms went around your shoulders and held you tight in his warm, sweaty, post-sex-hazy grasp as he kissed you hard. “God, what a thing that would be,” Tommy whispered into your mouth. “Having a little critter running around with my name… I love it.”
Looking at your husband from across the parlor, you could tell that his mind was too laid with Edith Violet and Thomas Junior. He seemed to be reading the newspaper, yes, but his eyes weren’t moving nor his mouth mumbling along. You quickly finished with Finn’s pants, and you looked at the young man. “Now, you’d better keep those out of my sight for at least a week,” you told him. “If I see those pants again, I’m going to go mad, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Mother,” Finn said and rolled his eyes, but he kissed your head nevertheless. “Thank you.”
“Of course, darling,” you said. “Do you wanna take some roast home with you? It’s supposed to get cold tonight.”
“I’ll be alright, Miss,” Finn said, and he offered you his hand to aid in standing up. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Tommy…” Tommy gave an indiscernible grunt towards Finn and flipped the page of the newspaper, and Finn made his way out of the house. You waited until he was fully gone, the front door closing with certainty, before you moved to Tommy and sat down easily on his thigh. Tommy gave you a little smile and cast his reading material aside, and he circled his arms around your waist and pulled you fully into his lap. His face buried in your neck and kissed all over your skin, and he mumbled, “Been waiting to get you alone all day.”
“I’m here, my love,” you whispered, carding your fingers through his slick black hair. “What is it you want?”
“Well…” Tommy began, and his deft fingers played at the buttons lining the back of your blouse. “Right now, I feel quite partial to your tits.”
“Good Christ, Thomas Shelby, you’re insatiable,” you chuckled. Nevertheless, you helped him shrug yourself out of your shirt, and he pressed his cheek against your warm breast. His hand, hot hands slid up your bare back and cupped your shoulders, and he placed light kisses on your skin.
“Lift up your skirt, honey,” Tommy said against your tits.
“What for?” you asked cheekily, and Tommy bit at your nipple hard enough to make you gasp in pain.
“You’re going to ride my cock,” Tommy told you, as if you had no say in the matter. Truthfully, you really didn’t, because you knew that Tommy knew that you’d never refuse him any part of you. You were always so welcome to give your husband whatever he wished. “Seeing you be so good to Finn just reminds me of what a good mother you’ll be… If nothing else, I’m gonna fill you up right now, just to see if we might be lucky.”
“I thought you said you felt lucky this morning,” you said, but you helped Tommy tug up your long skirt anyway. Your hands went to undo his pants as his came to grasp your tits, and he kissed your neck greedily.
“Ah, won’t hurt anything to try again,” he whispered, and he sank his teeth into your skin. Your skin bristled at the feel, and you hurried to tug out his cock. He was already hard, his soft skin thrumming with his heavy pulse, and you shifted your legs to straddle his hard thigh for just a moment before you sank yourself onto him. The shock that rocked through your belly and pussy was enough to make you gasp and squirm a bit, and you wrapped your arms around Tommy’s neck and pressed your forehead to his shoulder.
“Fuck, Tommy,” you whispered as his rough hands went under your skirt to grasp your soft hips.
“Ah,” he hissed in your ear and gently nibbled at your earlobe, where your earring dangled nicely. Tommy always found a way to spoil you, with new dresses or jewelry or trips to the cinema, and he nudged the tip of his nose against the pearl that hung from your ear. He couldn’t even remember when or where he gave you those earrings, but they looked beautiful on you. “God, you’re so tight, mouse… Feel so fucking good.”
Your hips jolted forward at his quiet praise, and you both gave little noises of pleasure. Your skin felt like it was on fire as you moved in Tommy’s lap, and he dug his blunt fingernails into your skin as he hooked his hips upwards into you. Just as swiftly, he covered your mouth with his palm and touched his finger to his own lips, and he whispered, “Arthur’s upstairs… Don’t want him hearing us, do we, Mrs. Shelby?” You shook your head and Tommy gave you his sly, foxy smile before scrunching his nose and fucking up into you again. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath through your nose, and you moved with your husband as he fucked you as hard as he could manage. The chair underneath him creaked every so often with his movements, and the sound of his skin hitting yours was just so dulled by your skirt covering the whole affair. Eventually, his warm hand fell from your mouth and situated itself back under your skirt. However, instead of going to your hip, his hand found himself at the apex of your legs, and he pressed his thumb to the top of your hole, feeling his cock easily sliding in and out of you with the pad of his finger. He smiled again and wet his lips with his tongue, and he surged forward and captured your nipple in his wet mouth once more. This time, he sucked hard, surely leaving a mark, and your own hands scrambled for his shirt. You helped him get undressed every night (not that you needed to, but you adored helping your man), and you were quick to get rid of his stiff collar and tight tie to unbutton his shirt and vest to expose his smooth, milky chest, dotted by the same freckles that covered his cheeks and neck. He was panting as he sucked at your tit, and his thumb resituated from your pussy to your throbbing clit. He hardly swiped his finger along the burning-hot nerve when you jostled in his lap once more, fire exploding in your pussy and belly.
“Tommy,” you whined, pressing your mouth to his hair to try to keep yourself quiet. “Fuck, Tommy. Fuck me, honey, more.”
“M’gonna give you that fuckin’ son you want, mouse,” Tommy grunted, tugging at your nipple with his teeth. “In a few months, you’re gonna get all big with my baby, everyone’ll know what you let me do to you.”
“They already know,” you giggled. It was a struggle to speak coherently with the way that Tommy was rubbing your clit and fucking into that soft spot inside of you, but you knew that, even if you only gave half-formed words, Tommy would be able to read your mind. “Everyone knows how I let you do such sinful things to me. You know… I think Arthur heard us the night I let you take my ass.”
Tommy groaned long and low at the memory of that night, and you clenched your pussy around him to elicit a deeper moan. His chest was beginning to flush a bit pink, creeping up his neck, tiny spots of sweat dotting at his temples, and you carded your fingers gently through his hair and placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head. “Are you going to cum, Mr. Shelby?” you whispered. “Oh, Tommy, my love, please come, honey. Wanna feel you dripping out of me, sweetheart, please come.”
His cock throbbed inside you, and you knew that he was so, so close to his release. You smoothed his hair down the back of his head and angled his face up to look at you, and you rolled your hips down to meet his as they came upwards, and you could have sworn that you saw death flicker in your Tommy’s light eyes. “Oh, when I’m pregnant, my tits are gonna get all big,” you whispered, and Tommy gnashed his teeth as his hips moved harder and faster. “My belly will swell nice and fat, I know you’ll be all over me every day and every night. My love, you’ll simply become a feral animal around me. Oh, Thomas… Imagine little Tommy having your eyes.”
“Edith Violet had better have your eyes,” Tommy huffed with a chuckle. “She’ll be a spitting image of her mother, that girl will be. If she’s anything like you, I’ll be beating off boys with a club.”
“If little Tommy is anything like you, we’ll be in big fucking trouble,” you giggled. “He’ll be a handful the whole time… But I wouldn’t have anyone else’s baby.”
Tommy clenched his teeth again and slammed you down hard onto his cock, and you saw stars dot your vision as you came around his cock. Your body convulsed against your will, dragging Tommy into a tight embrace and whimpering in his ear, trying to stay quiet, as he had asked you to, and Tommy grunted deep in his chest and emptied himself inside you. You both breathed heavily for a few moments, trying to recover from the quick and rough fuck, and Tommy pushed your hair behind your ear as a watery smile cam over his pink mouth. “I really feel good about this one,” he chuckled, his hand rising to press against your belly. He gave a soft hiss as the pressure on his cock, still inside of you, and you bit your lip as you nodded in agreement.
“If this doesn’t work…” you began, but Tommy captured your face in his fingers, and he shook his head quickly, his eyes big and glossy.
“It will,” he said firmly. “You’ve got to be positive about this, mouse. Say it. Say that I just got you pregnant. Say it, Mrs. Shelby.”
You smiled at your husband, and you jokingly rolled your eyes. “You just got me pregnant, Thomas,” you chuckled. “In nine months, I’m going to give you that son you want so badly.”
“Would it be so bad if we had a little girl?” Tommy mumbled, gently rubbing your belly. “Tying ribbons up in her hair, playing princess with her—”
“Tommy Shelby, are you saying that you’d play princess? You’ve gone soft,” you smiled, and Tommy shifted underneath you to finally pull his softening cock from your heat. He carefully helped you shrug back into your blouse, and his fingers did the buttons back up smoothly.
“I could,” Tommy said. “Only if I can be the king.”
“You already are,” you told him, moving to sit on his knee when he finished with your blouse. You crossed your legs at the ankle and began to do his shirt and pants back up, and he captured his cigarette case from the side table and struck a match to light up a fresh fag. “You’re the king of Birmingham, my love.”
Tommy took a deep drag on his cigarette, and he gave you that sly fox smile again. “Fuckin’ A-right I am.”
It took approximately six months to be entirely sure that you were pregnant, and you knew that every day of uncertainty ate up your husband’s guts. You didn’t want to get his hopes up over a measly missed period, though, so you kept quiet about it until you were one hundred percent sure.
The certainty came one morning, the first snowfall of the season. Upon waking up, you found your marriage bed empty, and, seeing the empty hanger on the closet door, you knew that Tommy was already at work. He probably had been since before the sun rose. You sat up, protesting the morning for a few moments, and you finally got out of bed. Your toes touched the floor and you looked downwards in pursuit of your house slippers, and you felt like you had been hit in the face when you saw your stomach pressing at your nightgown. How long had you been like this? Had anyone noticed yet? God forbid if Arthur or Michael saw your pregnant belly before you yourself even noticed it.
Your excitement couldn’t be contained, not even long enough to get decent in your house robe.
“Tommy!” you cried, racing through the house. Everyone you encountered widened their eyes and then averted their gaze from you, and you again yelled, “Tommy! Thomas Shelby, where are you?”
“My office, mouse!” your husband yelled, and you heard him speak again, softer. You didn’t even stop to wonder if someone else was in there with him, possibly for an important business meeting. No, this couldn’t wait.
The moment you stepped into his office, you saw Arthur sitting across your husband’s desk, and Tommy grabbed you tightly and shielded you from Arthur’s view with his own body. “Jesus fucking Christ, woman,” he hissed and instantly shrugged off his jacket, draping it around your shoulders and trying to hide the bit of skin that your nightgown didn’t cover. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong? I’ve got business, mouse, I can’t—”
All you had to do was grab him around his wrist and press his palm to your lower belly, and Tommy, for once in his life, found himself speechless. You watched his face, trying to see any semblance of emotion, and you watched his cheeks go deathly pale before flushing pink. “No,” he whispered, and a smile split his face. “Oh, my beautiful… My wife!” He picked you up and kissed your cheek, and he held you tightly as he nestled his own cheek into your neck. “Oh, my girl… Mother of my child…”
“Tommy,” Arthur said gruffly. “Fuck is this?”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Tommy snapped. “Let a man be happy his wife’s pregnant.”
members/group: Seonghwa, Wooyoung — (one sfw scene with Hongjoong) // ATEEZ
pairing: Reader x Seonghwa x Wooyoung // Hybrid!ATEEZ x Hybrid!Reader (Fem perspective)
rating: 18+ (adult content)
genre: fluff, heavy smut, practically 3some PWP, established relationship with Seonghwa, hybrid!ateez, !! minors dni !! warnings below the line !!
word count: 14.9k
Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)
Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - (Cigarettes After Sex)
Meet Me in the Hallway - (Harry Styles)
Dandelions - (Ruth B.)
Crazy for You - (Adele)
Hu Man - (Greentea Peng)
Wasn’t Looking - (ELIZA)
Kiss Me More (feat. SZA - (Doja Cat, SZA)
Addiction - (Dja Cat)
Actually, p much any doja song, f it team, go wild
I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - (Maneskin)
Music To Watch Boys To - (Lana Del Rey)
Kill Of The Night - (Gin Wigmore)
Follow Me Like the Moon - (Sammy Rae & The Friends)
& ofc
Horizon - (ATEEZ)
Fireworks (I’m The One) - (ATEEZ)
Answer - (ATEEZ)
T/W’s: all fem perspective
heavy three-way smut with frequent mention of hybrid features; this is purely fiction and not intended to harm. If you don’t like hybrid!au’s, please scroll on, peace and love!! Stuff happens between the boys (member x member x reader). Power dynamics are for you the reader to decide, but predominantly dominant Seonghwa, switch reader/Wooyoung. Light restriction, voyeurism, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms for the reader, soft-dom demands, water play & If you squint there’s a praise kink in there (definitely not a self-insert lkasdjmfdks).
All safe and consented ~ just happy filth <3 Enjoy <3
(Pls dm me if you would like a trigger warning added ♡ )
You had been in a similar position before. Between a counter and your husband's hips.
But never so close to leaving for a party.
———————–
Seonghwa had been on edge the whole week. A lot rested on his shoulders at the moment, and you knew this. Behind every great man is a greater woman, after all.
For a bunny hybrid, you were somewhat conniving.
Nothing like your patient cousins; nothing like your anxiously twitching mother. Nor doting teachers, or colleagues plastered with that weak face and openly pleading eyes.
The thought made you smile; arms crossed confidently against your chest as you spied on your handsome partner in the mirror; the reflection catching his hands anxiously clenching together, head and hair in his hands, sharp black ears folded back in annoyance.
Tonight the two of you were attending a work party.
But it was much more than that.
As shown by the weakly discarded whiskey bottle and expensively-frosted glass placed haphazardly on the table in front of the large feline. Half drunk and misted by ice and hot breath. Fingerprints showed where the glass had been so desperately grasped.
You twirled your hair around your finger, admiring him for a moment inside of your refuge. His broad shoulders. Fixed hair. Stylish silhouette. All of it covered the gentleman you knew him to be.
And you even laughed to yourself. Had to bite your lip and cough harshly to disguise the noise of coy snickering. Not that Seonghwa had even heard - too caught up in his own world to notice the flash of red being swiped from the nearby closet and whooshing past the slit in the door.
Red silk. That oughtta get him out of his grouchy mood.
Better a blowout-playfight than a big anxious kitty having to make massive business deals on a bad rain night. Oh, you could just bite his cute little frown right off.
And so you dressed to kill.
You picked out a maxi silk dress with a deep v line; a true bright red to catch his heart. The leg slit sat high against your thigh; just enough to catch his eyes. And your clear strapped heels were sharp enough to put a dent in that god-awful marbled floor you were mere hours away from encroaching upon.
You heard Seonghwa set down his empty glass after swishing the sharp liquid back against his palette a third time in the last ten minutes. Poor angel; he was sure to drown himself in liquor at this rate. And you had no doubt it burned his palette via the sour look on his face.
Pulling out of your thoughts, you smiled at the distant frown gracing his brows. You loved him so deep in your soul - worries and all.
“Baby ~” You called as gently as possible. Almost cooing to catch the attention of his heavy mind. Your eyes stayed sharp to Seonghwa’s body through the limited reflection you had managed to secure. Curious as to how much you would have to work tonight.
Said man's ears perked up on instinct; shoulders perking up and eyes pulled out of his daze as if a whip had cracked beside him. Ah - he was not yet a lost cause. His ears swivelled in your direction before folding back against his hair, once his eyes followed. Blinking away his bleary anger as his face settled.
“Yes, love?” He called back; low voice hushed by anxieties.
“Could you help me with this necklace when you’re done in there please ~ Thank you ~“
You almost hated yourself for the way your voice flowed so freely out to the hallway; entrancing Seonghwa into instantly standing to attention. If only with a little tension in his chest at his heart aching to follow you.
“Coming.” He mumbled with a shrug and sigh to himself. Gripping at his glass to take down the last of the liquor in his cup, he placed it back on the table and adjusted his suit before moving numbly beyond the sofa.
You quickly moved to action; kicking the door with your heel to balance it skillfully shut on the latch, flicking your hair over your shoulder and grabbing your lipstick to bend at the waist, leaning close to the mirror.
Upon tapping lightly on the door with his knuckles to check your decency; you sang a noise that signified he could enter.
Pressing the door open, Seonghwa’s ears swung around to the front of his hair at full alert, face shocked at such an unfamiliar sight before him.
Mostly, he was staring at your exposed leg. The shape of your thighs and ass. The curve of your spine into the dip of your breasts greeting him in the mirror.
It took him a moment, but upon you turning to place a hand against his chest, Seonghwa regained himself.
His tail quivered harshly against his thighs as his solid grip caught your wrist.
“Is something wrong, angel? You seem distracted and so uptight tonight.”
You uttered coyly, discarding the lipstick to the surface behind you. His eyes sharpened at your overly-keen smile. Nostrils flaring to intake your heaviest musk perfume as you winked up at him.
It took him merely one tug of your arm, pulling you back and looking you over, to realise the act you were pulling.
So sharp, even for a feline.
Despite the obvious agitation settling into the cluttered frown on his face, a purr rippled softly against the fabric of his blazer. And you giggled, smiling at his scowl.
Tugging you back to his body Seonghwa struggled to speak. The words of annoyance and the avoidance of upsetting you muddled into a sharp question and glossy eyes.
“This dress?”
Oh. You had hit a nerve. Beautiful gameplay on your part.
And you didn’t miss the way his eyes fuzzed over with lust as your droplet earrings tapped against your pulse; head tilting to tap at your chin in faux thought.
He considered ripping the fabric from your body. Leaving you here to figure it out later. So unprepared for you to directly challenge him that his mind struck a blank.
The two of you had very few rules, but one of them was that some outfits (on both persons) were purely for private nights. Dates, socialite activities, or otherwise.
This happened to be Seonghwa’s dress. His preference for any specially arranged outing. More accurately; his dress, period.
“What? I thought it was your favourite? You’ve always loved this dress, Hwa ~ Thought it might help ease your nerves, baby…”
His lips twitched up into a sneer as you leaned to press a kiss to his cheek.
Seonghwa’s mind plunging into sin gave you enough of a gap to slip so easily from his weakened grip, like a well-trained seducing artist.
You just knew him too well. Knew what it took to get him where you wanted him. And you knew how much he loved to play.
“It is my favourite. That’s the issue.”
He let you leave his presence. Crossing his arms as he leaned back against the doorway with a solid purr thrumming against his ribs. If he had to watch you play your little games of attention-stealing for the night then he would at least enjoy the show.
And enjoy it he certainly did.
Since the last time you had worn the silk slip - a hole had been expertly placed at the base of your tailbone. Big enough to allow your bunny tail to find purchase; matching your ears flopped on either side of your cheeks and enveloped in large airy curls.
“You’re such a fiend, little bun-bun.” Seonghwa practically growled through deep purrs, eyes sharply attached to your fluid and bobbing movements as you twirled to show him your entire profile.
A wash of arousal washed over you, tail bouncing to attention and steps faltering as you walked over to the jewellery boxes on your dressing table.
“Ah, I don’t know what you mean, Hwa. I’m just trying to look pretty for my husband -”
Turning around sharply at the sound of movement, you intercepted Seonghwa’s attempt at trapping you against the counter by pressing a large chunky necklace against his chest. Your ears dropped back behind your shoulders as nerves fluttered in your belly and a pulse began beating in your core.
Naturally inclined to fight his every movement; so unlike a usual bunny hybrid. This was why you two had worked so well together. Seonghwa melded under your thumb, this much was clear, but he also had his own ways to sweep up your vivacious spirit into a blushing mess.
Seonghwa examined you with a look of knowing - your game had been named without a word - and took the necklace out of your tacky palms with a roll of his eyes. Body full of excited nerves, you met his skin as you pulled your hands away. A skim over his delicate wrists caused him to release a handsome purr, despite what he may have wanted to show.
“Turn around.” He instructed gently but with firmness. “Please, love.”
Seonghwa stepped away to allow you to turn to face the same mirror you had been spying on him from before. Adding the lax please to appease your game. You both knew who would be holding the reigns tonight.
The feline's eyes met yours in the mirror, hips and larger frame now trapping you against the cupboard via a solid step forward. But before your heart could leap from your chest to your mouth, he placed the large-gemmed droplet up and over your head.
“You look deadly, and beautiful, my little bun. But you’re mistaken if you think anyone but me can see you in this… In a hall of very rich and filthy-minded predators… It’s almost like you want me to get possessive sometimes.”
He fixed your necklace as he went, hands smoothing down both shoulders to hear your breath catch and arms grip your chest. His purr rippled against your shoulder blades as his eyes met yours in the mirror again.
“Do you? Want me to get possessive over you, Y/N?” The question hung heavy in the air for a breath, but your spry giggles caused his felt ears to twitch forward in curiosity.
“Mmm, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.”
Seonghwa pinched his eyes at you before sighing through his nose and settling his nerves.
“You look so handsome tonight, my pretty feline. But far too highly strung…“
Seonghwa’s ears had begun to ease forward. A less agitated and more familial smile on his dashing face.
“Let us play right under their noses. It’ll make the whole thing a hell of a lot easier. I promise.”
Seonghwa dipped his head as he bit his tongue with his canines, shaking his hair to laugh softly.
Your thoughts cut short as his fingers gripped at the top of your ribs. Bringing his hot breath and purring mouth closer to your ear; until he pressed a feather-light kiss to your pulse behind your jaw.
To your dismay, a soft sigh released from your body. Your husband smiled knowingly against your skin. Inhaling as he pulled up; drawing one arm up and under your armpit to grip at your throat.
Each part of your body twitched. The tables had turned and his dominance was quickly sweeping you under the crushing wave of opposing force.
Your ears pulled back as Seonghwa used his grip on your chin to tilt your head against his other arm planted on the counter.
“Sit pretty, bun.” He purred against your hair, watching you nod softly in the mirror before biting at the juncture of your beautifully soft and long ears, chuckling at the easily scored moans, picked out from the memory of your body.
Seonghwa released your pulse to let you gasp a breath, arms struggling between supporting yourself and gripping his flexing forearm slotted delectably between your collarbone and breasts. His grip moved to your jaw, swiping his tongue up against the length of your neck while winking in the mirror at your wanton short whimpers; your legs pressing against his thigh tucked up against your pulsing core.
“I appreciate the thought, my love -” He mumbled, before placing a large and lewd open kiss on the spot directly above your racing pulse.
Your nose and expression twitched restlessly as a wash of lust came over you; his proximity making the sweet hormones swim directly to his brain. His purrs only grew more intense. Biting his lip to resist gnawing at you like his favourite old fish bone.
“But you know how I feel when so many eyes are on you. I don’t trust them.”
The annoyance in his voice was translated by the nip at the newly sensitive patch on the side of your throat - tactfully placed to be easily hidden by your hair.
“Never took you as a sour loser, Hwa. What’s wrong with a little competition every now and then?”
A solid thwap sounded as his hand swiped your thigh.
“Haven’t lost any of your little games though, have I bunny?” Seonghwa sneered into your hair as you cheeped something frightful.
You mumbled something close to an apology for pushing him; before sighing as he moved his palm gripping tightly at your aching jaw to smooth down the length of your body.
His palm lay heavy until he landed just close enough to your core for you to wriggle. He glided his fingers under the slit of the fabric, dragging his large palm over the expanse of your lower stomach, and subsequently causing his arm to brush up over the string of your high thong - your husband's purr and eyes piercing your own defiant ones caused his lip to twitch, pulling away with a roll of his eyes.
Subsiding the battle, for now.
This was far too close for the feline. If he had any hope of lasting the night he needed to temper your moods. The smell of your attraction would be stuck to his sleeve all night now, no doubt soaking his slacks as you moved your hips endlessly.
His hand pulled back to smell the aroma so filthily stuck to the fabric of his blazer. But he loved you too much to fight. Seonghwa’s expression turned weak as his pupils blew wide, eyes drooped in lust and his tail swooshed to curl around your calf.
He tried a softer approach; pleading with you.
“I don’t trust the way you pull people in so easily, bun… like some kind of drug. It’s unfair. Makes me feel… like I need to claim you… need to mark you, otherwise, you might slip away… Let’s send a pre-emptive warning, shall we, my love?”
Seonghwa’s eyes flicked to your own. Your heart thrummed against your chest as you nodded, bathing in love at his ask for consent to mark you. The thought made you ground down on him slightly in excitement.
“Good bunny.” He purred directly into your ear. Lips quirking into a loving smile as you swallowed, eyes glued to him as he moved to hold your jaw against his shoulder, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
Pulling his tongue up the length of your pulse, he immediately attacked your throat. Kissing and biting and sucking such lewd and mind-melding hickeys from your jaw down to your jugular until he settled in one particular spot that made you moan in a high pitch. He gripped your jaw to pull you even further back against his body with his thigh propped up even higher; until finally, you whined loudly enough that he pulled away with flicking ears and a content smile.
So obviously claimed; the whole thing sent the two of you for a whirl.
Seonghwa held you steady as he pulled his body away, allowing you to recentre for a moment before you twisted in his hold to shyly meet him for a reassuring kiss. He brushed your hair over your shoulder as he smiled down his eyelashes, his consistent low thrumming purr letting you know he was content.
“I’ll let you test your theory - and my limits - tonight love. I could use the distraction, you’re right. But remember the rules. I don’t have the energy nor want to argue with you anytime soon. Okay?”
A wash of joy flooded through you as you bounced joyfully on the pads of your feet, pulling him down by the neck to place a kiss on his cheek. "Of course. Nothing public. No more than two. Safety first." Giggling at the sheer lipstick marking the love and trust of your husband on his high-arched cheek, he fussed you out of the room, pretending to ignore the glee on your face.
Truly, you were a grown woman and you could wear whatever you damn wanted.
But as Seonghwa slipped your silk and faux fur scarf over your shoulders, he knew from your trust that you trusted him with your body, your soul. Trusted to keep you in his best interest. And he had a good eye for beauty.
As you pressed at the bruises against your skin in the lift down to the waiting taxi, you smiled up at your husband. Kissing the ring on his finger before wrapping your scarf up and around your shoulders like an old Hollywood star. You knew Seonghwa was so doting, so serving and patient, and so, so willing to lay everything on the line for you.
And you could already guess how hard he was going to fuck you later.
———————–
The night was going well.
For you at least.
Seonghwa stood around a table of weathered elderly men.
Due to the job roles, positions, and social biases; almost all of them were predator types. If hybrid at all. His eyes flickered to find you occasionally. Amused to watch you mingle with his peers. Like a lighthouse looking out for his favourite boat on distant shorelines.
Being a prey hybrid made you a little more likeable by default. But you worked extra hard to keep a neutral disposition tonight to fit in with the crowd. Any opposition here could become dangerous. And you had a quick temper that only one man could handle.
“So,” You snapped out of gentle eye contact with your husband to re-focus on the young male sitting beside you.
He was, by all accounts, chatting you up at the bar. But he was a familiar face you wouldn’t mind having a little fun with until the night spun out. Familiar in a deja-vu sense. You weren’t able to put a finger on it, but you knew him from somewhere. You sipped at your drink with a slight nod to continue.
“What brings a little bunny like you out to a posh and stuffy hall of predators? Hmm?”
You laughed benevolently behind your hand, but the laugh began at your belly and shook up through your shoulders, so it was a little hard to hide. Setting your drink down, you watched his reaction to what you had to say curiously. His response would be vital and telling to how the night would continue.
“I believe I run your department. And might be older than you by a small chunk.”
Wooyoung blinked, before shooting a squeaked “Oh - no shit?”.
You laughed but ended with a shrug. Nodding at his curious eyes scanning over you in a new light.
“Yeah, but I mostly run the place from home. I am here as a plus one though, so…”
The young fox tweaked his ears; clearly annoyed by this news. You placed a hand on his chest, a smile of playfulness stuck to your features. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes followed his nose; flickering to the bruise peeking out of your slightly dishevelled hair. He was entirely absorbed by you; having followed your scent across the room and to said bar stools. A fox and a bunny - what could go wrong in that match-up?
“Don’t leave so soon.” Your voice brought him back into focus, eating your words whole with that sly foxy smile. His tail jerked a little, despite his timid nod. “We’re open, with a few rules and regs. If that’s something you’re interested in?”
Wooyoung took a solid inhale before his mind could work again.
“Define open?”
You had found a new little plaything.
———————–
Seonghwa watched from across the floor space as a hand was placed on your knee; pillowed by twenty minutes of flirtatious laughter and anecdotes.
He was pretty sure Wooyoung was 99% unaware of your partnership, because if the younger hybrid was able to link the dots - scent, ring and last name aside - he would be 900 yards away from ever even speaking to you.
Come to think of it, he may have tried to flirt with you even more with that knowledge, just to get under Seonghwa’s skin.
Wooyoung was like Seonghwa’s little brother, in a very loose and hierarchical sense. But he was also a flirtatious and annoying brat, in every situation and scenario they had ever been in together.
A laugh sounded beside Seonghwa and his face contorted into something sour.
Upon standing to move closer to the bar and catch a mental break from the stale, tense business talk; his best friend cruised to stand beside him, twirling Seonghwa’s anxiously flicking tail around his wrist before patting his behind familiarly.
The shorter male, Hongjoong, caught your eye from across the bar, smiling to himself. You could pick up on the feline's anxieties from a mile away. Hongjoong winked with a knowing smile and waved until you were comforted enough to return the wave, focusing back on Wooyoung once more.
The otter was aggressively clever and had sensed the tense game of cat and mouse playing out between the two of you as soon as your sharp heels had tapped onto the marble flooring earlier that evening.
“Loosen up, pretty boy.” He chuckled under his breath, reaching to buy a drink for the two of them. “She knows what she’s doing.”
Seonghwa shot the otter a sharp scoff, ears pinched back against his head. “That’s exactly my issue.” He mumbled something unintelligible over the rim of his glass, closing his eyes to try and temper the angry swishing of his tail.
Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “What? What is it? You’re worried she’ll take Fantastic Mr Fox home and not you? Leave her favourite house cat on the streets for an idiot-street-smart Canidae?”
“No - she would never.” Seonghwa scoffed again, shaking his head and shrugging like it was obvious.
“Then - what’s your issue exactly?”
Seonghwa groaned with dramatics; rolling his eyes and flinching at the sound of your laughter echoing down the glass pane of the swish bar. Thank god you were separated by groups of people, Hongjoong thought. His friend looked truly miserable.
“I don’t know. It’s unfamiliar. I’m on edge.”
Seonghwa spoke through his teeth. The old drink was quickly discarded before snatching his new drink from the bar and clinking a cheer of unspoken companionship with Hongjoong, both swishing back the cold and smooth whiskey on a dime.
"Such a feline." Hongjoong however, laughed, despite the male's tense aura. It was a peal of gentle, understanding laughter.
“Just follow her lead, Hwa. Figure out your boundaries - and theirs, as the night follows through. You’ve both been wanting to try this for months now; don’t pull the rug for some nonexistent small ass anxieties.” Seonghwa peered at him, choosing not to comment. His relaxing ears gave him away, however. “As long as everyone’s safe, clean and consenting - truly, what is the issue here?”
Seonghwa struggled to find an answer - before blurting out a sharp “Wooyoung is a mouthy brat who has no idea how to follow rules or respect boundaries.” before his brain or sober mouth could catch up.
Hongjoong blinked at his friend for a second before reeling back with laughter, settling with a hand on Seonghwa’s shoulder. He dropped his gaze, biting his lip before pulling Seonghwa’s ear down to his mouth level.
“Then show him how to.” Hongjoong pulled away with a nonchalant shrug, “Or don’t. Y/N seems to be handling him just fine. Have some fun, Hwa. And loosen up for God’s sake, you big broody panther.”
———————–
From Hongjoong’s reassuring presence at your obviously tense husband's side; you knew Seonghwa would ease before time was up.
You tried to stay focused on the rusty skill of flirting, but you were starting to grow anxious without your big cat at your side. Separation anxiety, in its finest and most unwelcome degrees.
“You’re pretty cool, you know. Feisty, for a rabbit. And pretty as fuck.”
Peering over Wooyoung’s features, your eyes softened. Shifting slightly in your chair as his palm slid in a steady pattern against the inside of your knee; causing you to wet your lips. He looked different suddenly; handsome, and alluring. By nature or design, you weren’t sure, but you hummed softly. Leaning even closer to his space. He smelt like fresh lemon grass and it was dizzying.
“Those words don’t suit you very well, baby boy. Try hell instead.”
The cogs turning in Wooyoung’s brain were almost audible. Until his brain caught up and in a minorly drunk haze flurry he yelped a quick “P-pretty as hell, bunny.”
His face burned a bright red as you laughed, considering how much he may have overstepped this time. Your laughter was loud but full of harmless amusement. As you drew back into your bubble, you lifted his chin gently with a wink, before meeting his lips in a domineering kiss.
Wooyoung whined mournfully as you pulled away, practically melting in his suit as he struggled to stay composed.
“I’m not - I don’t -” He stuttered as you moved back slightly, a smile resting on your cheeks.
He looked panicked, exposed.
“It’s okay. Don’t be shy, handsome. You’re cute, Woo. Plus, everyone has their vices.” Swallowing harshly, he nodded, seeming to be thinking before glancing at his hand resting on your thigh, the ring on your finger, the mark on your neck, your words of invite; before finally joining the dots together.
“And your husband - he d-doesn’t mind?”
“It depends.” A familiar voice spoke behind the space behind the two of you. Low in tone and bare of any amusement. You smiled up behind you, placing a hand on the one at your exposed leg to stop Wooyoung from pulling back in fright. It barely helped.
“Whether you’re going to make this any more difficult than it needs to be.”
Seonghwa met your eyes. So much said by nothing. This is ok, it read, I trust you. And your heart swooned. A sound high and shrill escaped from the fox beside you both, snatching your attention to look at the mixed expression in front of you. The fox’s tail had sparked up into a small bush in shock.
“W-WHAT? The fuck?! SEONGHWA?”
Seonghwa released a groan of annoyance, making you look between the two of them with a scoff.
“You guys - know each other?”
The response was immediate.
“Unfortunately.” Muttered a tired Seonghwa.
“KNOW EACH OTHER?!” cried a perturbed Wooyoung.
“I’ve worked with Wooyoung for years.”
“Yeah, but I never knew you had a wife. Or that you were DTF LIKE THAT.”
“Never knew you you had a praise kink, pretty kit, but here we are, hmm?”
Seonghwa’s ears flicked at your movements to turn and face him. Wooyoung’s Adam apple bobbed, mouth agape and searching for words.
You couldn’t hold in the snicker aching at your cheeks, laughing at the two of them fully. Despite the initial reaction, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement going on between the two of them.
Seonghwa pressured Wooyoung to his limit until he eventually averted his gaze with bent ears and a quiet yip. A soft purr could be heard as your husband placed his hand on the younger male's neck. Pulling his thumb against the thin hair there.
Any untrained eye would see this as a platonically friendly gesture, but the way Wooyoung twitched made you giggle in hubris. Hands clasping in his lap as all the cocky nature from flirting with you in the past hour dissipated into thin air.
Seonghwa removed his hand with a sigh once Wooyoung had glanced back up at him with newly encaptured and glossy eyes.
Gripping the back of both your chairs he dropped his head with a shake, only to look back up with a tight smile.
"You sure know how to pick your men, my beautiful lop." His smile was kind but drenched in sarcasm.
It was silent between the three of you for a few long seconds, Wooyoung shifting in his seat, but his eyes trained on you. His hand had now been retracted, body demeanour tense.
You tutted, pouting up at your husband and standing up from your seat to meet his chest with yours. You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers and kissing his chin to soften his sharp expression.
“You’re scaring him, Hwa. Play nice ~”
Seonghwa purred softly through open lips, having forgotten how sweet he had made you smell before the two of you left the apartment. He hummed in agreement, brushing your hair behind your ear to bend a kiss to his previous marking. Irises unpinching as soon as you were directing, in a way Wooyoung had never seen from his elder.
Your butt and hip rested on Wooyoungs thigh as Seonghwa pressed you back. Slotting you back and in-between the smaller male's legs, totally dazed as he held you from falling against the bar. His fingers dug desperately into your hips as you held onto your husband's shoulders, entranced by your chemistry.
"Y-you smell so fucking good." Wooyoung whimpered quietly. "Both of you…"
Seonghwa maintained eye contact with the fox as he made you wiggle in a struggle to stay quiet, another hickey pressed against your bruised pulse. Your tap against his shoulder told him he was pushing his very own rules; caught up in the game.
When Seonghwa pulled away, Wooyoung gulped audibly.
But upon peering back at him over your shoulder, he didn’t seem anxious in a bad way anymore. His eyes were wide, ears perked to attention and nose twitching occasionally. You giggled, allowing Seonghwa to rise over the two of you, Wooyoung practically holding you to sit on his inner thigh.
And with his tail curled over his crotch so obviously, you couldn’t help but coo at him.
“Shall we do this, then?” Seonghwa offered. Voice still low and tense, but eased slightly. “Whatever this is.”
You nodded, looking at Wooyoung for an answer.
He seemed to be thinking about it. Withdrawing into himself before you placed a gentle kiss on the edge of his lips. Laughing like bells as his ears folded. He peered up at Seonghwa, seemingly regaining his confidence in small steps. He nodded, at both of you.
“Use your words, Woo. We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. This is new for us, too.” Seonghwa mumbled, low enough for people to not hear.
You melted a little; your husband had mellowed his behaviour to make the fox more comfortable upon your request.
Wooyoung nodded quickly, seemingly sharp-minded once more as that sly smile returned. He laughed nervously, itching at the heat on the tip of his ears.
“I’m good. Sounds like fun. And I’m pretty comfortable with you guys separately, already, so… Fuck it, live a little.”
"Are you happy to discuss the details when we're inside our home? You’re free to leave whenever, just discussing it there would be a little more…" Seonghwa’s voice dimmed into something dark as he licked his lips. Wooyoung’s eye contact seemingly affected him; amplified by the way he stood over him pressed tight against the bar.
"Private!" You finished for him. Seonghwa humming as he pet over your head in one solid stroke. You shivered in delight, thighs tight together as Wooyoung’s nose twitched.
"Sure. Sounds good." The fox moaned softly.
Seonghwa paused. "Are you clean?"
Wooyoung scoffed softly, a sly grin back with a short laugh.
"Dirty mind, clean body, Hwa. You guys?"
He never knew Wooyoung to lie. Wicked humour with a kind heart. Seonghwa grumbled with a roll of his eyes before nodding, you nodded too.
"We're clean! And happy to be hosting you ~" You beamed happily.
Seonghwa’s nerves settled even further purely via the expression of joy on your face. He smiled with a small chuckle before releasing your intertwined hands to move away.
“I’ll go ask for our ride.”
But he paused before moving away completely. Sensing something was off by sixth sense and sharp intuition. And his nose picked up on something he hadn’t quite expected yet.
Seonghwa purred loudly, flicking his tail as you sent him a finger heart with a giggle and poked your tongue out between your teeth. Wooyoung’s palm and fingers had been playing with your tail and causing a rush of hormones to tint the air ever since you had landed on his thighs. And no doubt being the reason for you moving around so much, or being so happy.
Being so tense, the feline hadn't noticed. But now that he had moved away; he quickly realised that he needed to move the both of you out of there and fast before anyone else noticed. The people beside you were already sparing glances.
Sly bastard, Seonghwa thought to himself.
“At least keep it in your pants until we get home, please.” Seonghwa reasoned in a hushed voice, sighing through a pinched nose. “both of you.”
At the added instruction, Wooyoung snickered, using his grip on your thighs and your dizzying head to pull you closer and run his nose up against your cheek. You swooned quietly, carding your nails through his hair.
“No promises.” The fox whispered, biting at your skin.
Seonghwa yowled lowly in annoyance; quickly tempered by your intervening pinch to the fox’s ears.
"Go on, baby. Nothing public. I promise. I love you."
Your husband watched you cautiously before giving a nod. “You too, bun.” Leaving to call your ride.
———————–
The ride home was reasonably long. Around an hour.
You soon found yourself in the back of the taxi, Wooyoung pressed tightly between you and Seonghwa’s tall frame. And seeing him squirm so much made you beam.
After giving some instructions and a wad of cash to the front of the car, Seonghwa leaned back in his seat. Gesturing for the chauffeur driver to roll the partition up before looking out to the city streets through tinted windows.
Buzzing with excitement, you didn’t let a beat pass you by. Crossing your leg up and over Wooyoung’s knee with a smile. The fox scoffed gently, nodding to your husband, still wary to do much without the big grouchy cat's go-ahead. His hand squeezed at your knee before anxiously detaching.
You would need to change that.
You smiled with a look of I'll deal with this, before hooking your finger into Wooyoung’s collar, wriggling the tie loosely free with a kiss to his hot ear. Wooyoung was so responsive; moaning softly as his hands rested in fists at his crotch.
“Y/N.” Seonghwa’s deep and stern voice spoke loudly into the otherwise quiet back seats.
He didn't even need to look to know who initiated the mischief. But you couldn’t help yourself. Your heel slipped off as your thigh hung over Wooyoung’s opening legs even further. Giggling against his shoulder, and causing general trouble.
Seonghwa’s sharp gaze turned to find you testing his limits.
“What - everyone’s still in their pants aren’t they?” You hummed softly, smoothing over Wooyoung's clothed and growing cock to permeate your point. Wooyoung moaned openly, head hitting back against the seat.
At Seonghwa’s lack of response, you giggled. He was wrapped around your finger and he loathed to admit it.
Wooyoung’s ears had grown immensely red. Laughing nervously as he turned to look at the taller male. “Do you want us to stop?”
A beat of silence spread in the back seat.
Tension was tangible as Seonghwa peered over at the two of you fully. But to your complete and utter bemusement; the feline moved to grip at the nape of Wooyoung's mid-length hair, kissing him firmly and with intent like a wave crashing at the rocks of an unexpecting cliff.
Wooyoung whined softly, body shifting to face the taller male better before responding in equal measure. Seonghwa’s kiss started with working open Wooyoung’s pursed lips but ended with the younger writhing in his seat as he sucked on Wooyoung’s tongue, lips clashing and gripping tight onto his blazer.
Seonghwa broke the kiss with a deep purr rattling against his chest before it settled.
"No." He purred loudly and deeply, peering at you watching from the corner of his eyes as he smoothed his palm over Wooyoung’s tail.
Wooyoung practically melted, yipping softly as you smoothed your hand up his thigh, slinking up against him to rub the pressing hard-on in his fitted trousers.
Wooyoung cried out, gripping your arm weakly. The combined movements of grinding against your palm in his seat, your wet tongue in his right ear, mixed with Seonghwa’s heavy pine scent and heavy palms feeling wherever he could, made Wooyoung practically pant with need.
“Y-you guys, f-fuck - I’m gonna come in m-my f-fucking pants, f-fuck -” Wooyoung tried to whisper but ended with a strong wanton wobbly whine as Seonghwa gripped his throat to pull him into a kiss. Pressing against his pulse points as he whimpered.
You cooed softly, relenting your hot tongue against his ear to mumble. “Feeling that desperate, beautiful? All cared for in the back seat of the car? It’s okay, you can come, baby. In fact… I'd actually like that. D’you think you could cum for us angel? Show us how handsome you are when you cum in your pants in the back of this ride? So naughty ~ Can't even hold yourself together!”
Seonghwa pulled away to let him nod and gasp a breath, saliva strung between swollen lips. The feline smiled at you. Almost in awe. Mostly in an anxious plea for you to quit pushing boundaries. You simply smiled back with a giggle. He enjoyed seeing you have fun, every so often. And you were enjoying yourself greatly. So he remained trusting.
"Y-yeah - can cum -" Wooyoung's high-pitched whines pulled both of you back into the space.
You fondly kissed Wooyoung’s flush cheek before quickly asking, “What do you need baby?”
Wooyoung whined, chest heaving as he struggled to find the words, stuttering a quick “M-mouth - p-please -” before glancing between the two of you.
Hmm, that was on the line. No public sex was one of Seonghwa’s rules, as much as you had tried to push it.
"Since you asked so nicely."
But it seemed like even Seonghwa could be swayed; the dark patch of precum at Wooyoung’s lap along with his incessant whining and wriggling and rocking of his thighs all causing Seonghwa to nod at you.
“Fabric only, bun.” He reminded you, voice leisurely now that he had loosened up.
Pressing an air kiss on your fingers to your beloved for granting you your wish, you wasted no time in moving to bend over Wooyoung’s already spread knees, Seonghwa gripping the fox’s thigh up and over his own like you had done before, only at a higher angle. This allowed for more reach, a solid swipe of your tongue at the underside of his clothed balls making him whine; until you covered him with your mouth entirely.
Wooyoung sure was loud.
Seonghwa purred softly in response to his growing yips, angling his head to kiss directly down onto Wooyoung. The angle let him push his tongue further into his mouth, hand free to roam his chest and rub at his nipples from underneath the pressed shirt.
It didn’t take very long for Wooyoung to come, and it was pretty hard. Despite it being mostly heavy petting; from all the stimuli he came so hard his nerves fried to the ends. Moaning against Seonghwa until he tapped out, body resting against the feline's torso and thighs, shaking slightly.
After a few breaths, he regained himself, shaking off the daze cutely, with a groan.
“I can’t believe you guys made me cream my pants. Like some kind of sad horny high-school kid.”
At his sad tone, you tutted softly. Turning his face to place a delicate kiss on his lips.
"But you looked so desperate all worked up for me!"
Wooyoung’s breath caught in his throat, and that’s when you noticed his hands resting under his thighs this entire time. You cocked your head slightly, but Seonghwa was quicker.
“Baby boy -" Seonghwa hummed softly, "do you like constraints? You could have asked, I’m wearing a belt.”
Wooyoung blushed hard, hanging his head with a shy laugh.
“Ah - sorry - I guess - I never thought to ask…” You smiled with a gentle laugh. Allowing the street lights to hit the inside of the car with a break of silence.
But the back of the car was soaked in hormones and pheromones. Seonghwa eyed the way you rubbed your thighs together from the other side carefully; purring softly in admiration as you turned to continue your fun.
“You looked so pretty when you came Woo-ie.” Wooyoung softened at your timid compliment, so honest and genuine that even Seonghwa smiled with a nod.
Wooyoung snickered, looking up at you with a shit-eating grin. Uh oh, you thought.
“I imagine you’d look even prettier sucking one of our cocks off properly.”
You wanted to cringe, but it was funny. Even Seonghwa rolled his eyes as he let out an unbelieving laugh, flicking Wooyoung’s ears in a correcting manner.
“You’re so crude, Woo.” Seonghwa laughed, unoffended as long as you were. “I could have gone my whole life without hearing that.”
“Are you saying she doesn’t look good choking on your cock?” Wooyoung poked, giggling.
Seonghwa scoffed. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Brat.”
The two men glared at each other like boys making a bet; tenderness almost forgotten, if it wasn’t for the pink tint to their lips. You cleared your throat, causing them both to break the tension.
“Not my preferred activity, I’m afraid.”
Wooyoung hummed. “I could tell.”
Two ear pulls and a yelp later, the three of you settled into easy empty chatter in the back of the car. You were nearing home, and midnight, unable to deny the ache resting heavily in your bones.
———————–
You couldn't have arrived home sooner.
Your hands remain tangled with Wooyoung’s as Seonghwa guided your little train out of the lift and into your swish and high-rise apartment. Your grip on his sleeve had been tightening by the second.
"I can tell you’re excited, my beautiful bun," Seonghwa mumbled against your hair, ignored by a nosey Wooyoung as he pulled you into his chest at the door to allow the curious fox into your home space.
"I'm having fun too."
Your husband twirled his finger around the base of your fluffy tail, purring at your moans. With softened eyes he smiled at the kiss on his cheek, watching with warmth in his chest as you moved away on bouncy limbs to smooth your palms over Wooyoung’s solid blazer shoulders.
He seemed to realise he could be encroaching upon your home, your fluid movements around his body pulling him into the room. “Coat please!” You giggled at his blinking shy face.
"It's so nice in here, like really stunning." He mumbled absently as he let you take his coat from him.
"Thank you, kit. Shoes off please." You smiled at his quick return to the door; kicking off his shoes at your guidance. You and Seonghwa did the same.
"Would you like a drink? Toilet? Any food?" Seonghwa asked at leisure; seeming to be more at ease in his own space.
Wooyoung became entranced as the large feline moved gracefully towards the small kitchen. Blazer removed and slack straps tight against his shoulder blades. You'd be lying if you said that sight ever got old, or you had to force a breath yourself.
"Umm - err, no, I'm good?"
At the fluctuation in his tone, you giggled, moving to stand by his side in the entryway.
"You sure? We're in no rush."
With your soft tone and patient smile, Wooyoung began to ease. Something just felt right. Like he had to jump this train while he still had the chance.
"Water would be great." Seonghwa nodded from his resting place on the counter, pausing only at your tut and raised brow.
"Please." Seonghwa heard over his shoulder, smiling to himself as he continued moving to grab the cold water out of the fridge.
"I never took you as a sub, Woo." Seonghwa voiced as he skidded the new bottle over the counter, sitting on the opposite side of the island to the two of you. Wooyoung caught the bottle with fast reflexes.
Sitting close to Wooyoung was your way of providing some grounding. Ironic, considering any other bunny would be quivering in this position. Your foot tapped at Seonghwa’s legs, sharing a smile of content. He reached to rub at your calf discreetly, with wide warm palms.
"Ah, I don't think I'm that much of a submissive person, to be honest."
Seonghwa curled a brow. "You don't?"
Wooyoung squirmed in his seat, his tail still curled between your thigh and his. Although he was comfortable, he still seemed hesitant to implore further. Cautiously, you began combing at the rough fur of his bushy tail, as silence rang out between the men. It seemed to ground him.
"No." He stated, quietly. Watching your faces and allowing a pause to make sure you weren't there to ridicule him. His ears folded.
"I enjoy being a brat in real life. But when it comes to -" His voice wobbled, before a gulp. "- this, sex, I sort of just do what feels right."
"A switch?" You offered quietly. Smiling as both sets of eyes swivelled over to you. Seonghwa smiled with a loving deepness while Wooyoung nodded sheepishly.
"Yeah." He thumbed at the cold bottle numbing his hand. Crinkling the plastic and rolling the label up over the ridges. "Most people seem to be so stuck on having power roles these days. Stupid labels." He shrugged. "I just do what feels best really. It's just a shame that most girls prefer being taken care of. Or, tend to be overly submissive, I guess."
You and Seonghwa shared a look.
"I think it's bad to generalise." You hummed, sickly sweet and suddenly close. Leaning your body closer to his. Hand reaching over to the back of his seat. Sheltered between you and the counter. "But I'd agree; stereotypes exist for a reason."
Ah. Wooyoung’s ears twitched as his eyes met Seonghwa. The feline's lips curled into a smile of amusement. As the unspoken question hung in the air, you took the opportunity to bite at Wooyoung’s earlobe.
He moaned softly, keening into your body. Seonghwa however, moved to take the water from Wooyoung’s white-fisted grip. Carefully unscrewing the bottle, before moving away to find a glass.
Your hot tongue against and around Wooyoung's ears flared them red once more, despite the black and white speckled fur as a foundation. You couldn't help yourself; releasing a small squeak of excitement when his hand met your inner knee. His fingers spread wide and moved towards your core pretty and carefully as his hand slowly hiked your dress.
Sitting back down with a glass full of cold water, Seonghwa’s lips remain upturned. Taking Wooyoung’s hand still on the counter to clasp around the glass.
"Have you ever fucked a rabbit hybrid before, Wooyoung?" Seonghwa asked aloud.
The question was both innocent and damning; alluring and striking. Despite his genuine and light curiosity, Seonghwa’s voice was deep and heavy.
Wooyoung blinked for a second before a sly grin twitched up out of the abyss. His leg jumped slightly as you moved to lick and nip at his jaw towards his neck, resting your body weight on his thigh via one solid hand. It ached a little, but he didn't seem to mind.
"No. But I've heard their stamina is insane. Very breedable." His giggle melded with a yipping sound, making you squeak quietly against him in natural response. Seonghwa’s ears softened at the sound before his mind refocused.
"Oh?"
Seonghwa hummed, his hands resting over Wooyoung’s. Playing with his fingers against the glass and making the fox's chest beat that little bit faster.
"Y-yeah." Wooyoung complied. Eyes dropping to the glass in his hands. His hand twitched in response to your shuffling, in a hurry to pull your chairs closer. As Wooyoung moved to help, the older male made a disapproving sound.
"Eyes on me, please." Wooyoung nodded quickly, stiffening his spine with a newly set agenda. "Y/N gets easily distracted."
As if to prove his point your attention switched from Wooyoung’s soft honey skin to sliding a palm into his tight slacks. It was far too easy. Riling him up. Seonghwa ran his thumb over Wooyoung’s knuckle, pressing him to hold the glass.
Wooyoung’s soft moans and gulps were nothing compared to the dip of his eyes and twitching fingers from the sensation of your warm hand wrapping around the base of his cock.
"Do you usually cum so fast Woo?" You giggled into his neck cheekily, using just your experience to spread his already sticky member into comfortable lubrication.
Wooyoung whined in humiliation as Seonghwa frowned.
"That's not very nice, bun. Don't be a brat."
"Sorry, just curious." You giggled, a tight tug to the base of Wooyoung’s cock and a kiss to the cheek serving as plenty enough compensation.
"Plus," You sang, nuzzling Wooyoung’s pretty hair, "I think he likes it."
Seonghwa chose not to respond. If he played into your games then Wooyoung would be drained dry within the next hour. He remembered him saying he wants kids someday.
"Where were we?" The feline hummed softly.
It was a rhetorical question; you all knew that. But it didn't stop Wooyoung from trying to answer.
"Easily distracted. Noted."
Seonghwa smiled softly. Ears curling back in a genuine expression of pride.
"Good." He purred. Breaking eye contact to let the younger breathe for a moment. Turning the heat off to allow Wooyoung to refocus on your slow and lazy movements around his cock. Wooyoung was very slowly burning up a coil in his gut and you were squirming in excitement. Pressing hot and messy kisses against his ear and jaw.
"Are you happy to follow the traffic light system?" Seonghwa asked. Voice softer than before. Thumb turning the ring on Wooyoung’s thumb.
The younger one nodded confidently.
"Red. Amber. Green. All known and used. Fine with me."
"Good." Seonghwa purred again, eyes piercing into the fox so much so that he felt breathless. "Any hard limits?"
Wooyoung's breath caught as your hand jerked suddenly. He fought to not move his eyes, but they fuzzed over as soon as your fingers hooked around the head of his cock, member now free from his slacks via your skilled unbuttoning and being teased relentlessly.
"Sorry," You giggled. "Lost my balance ~"
"Eyes up, Woo." Seonghwa mumbled softly, dismissing you entirely. “This is important.” Wooyoung refocused, clearing his throat as his hand retraced from your thigh to grip at his knee.
"Umm - limits? No, not really. Just nothing painful. Nothing bad. Like really bad."
You giggled, nose twitching as your tail bounced within Seonghwa’s peripheral vision. "But you're bad, Woo!"
Wooyoung’s laugh was sharp and high-pitched, making Seonghwa’s ears shoot back.
"That's - understandable." The feline answered louder than before. Pressuring you with his aura until you nuzzled into the fox's neck once more. Planning your next move while your husband was distracted.
"I'm not fond of pain either. And bun bun hates restricted visibility - bad for prey types by nature. It's just good to know before we accidentally run into anything -"
Seonghwa is cut off by a loud whining yowl from Wooyoung, ears back and leg jumping to hit up against the solid counter with a solid thump. Your other hand had joined at Wooyoung’s cock; massaging his balls while the other worked him into a squelching mess.
"That’s quite enough, bun." The feline purred deeply. Gentle in tone, but still an order. "You'll milk him dry otherwise."
You huffed softly. Ears flopping back as a pout formed on your face. At your lack of pause, the feline frowned, slapping your thigh from under the table with a firm, cold palm that pulled your spine and tail up straight in shock. Your body retracted into itself on instinct; hands shooting to protect your chest and knees pulling up before slowly being lowered back down in shame.
"I-I was so fucking close…" Wooyoung whined. Panting as his chest heaved with taught and building tension now trapped in his aching abdomen. You pouted at your husband under your lashes.
But Seonghwa stayed silent. His nose pinched high in annoyance; eyes flicking over you in distaste. And ears folded back against his head.
In a swift upward momentum, Seonghwa moved to stand. Walking around the island to stand in front of Wooyoung. Wooyoung curled under his gaze, tail pulling against his body and covering his cock and hips.
The ice clinked against the glass in Seonghwa’s hand. The item raised in what seemed to be slow motion up to the fox hybrid’s mouth. Wooyoung quickly held the glass steady with his fingertips as the rim rested against his lip, breath cut short from the felines aura and height over his smaller frame.
Seonghwa tugged his sleeves to his elbows. Unbuttoned and a mess; the cuff surrounding his bicep moved as his spare hand gripped Wooyoung’s face. Jaw slack as pressure forced his mouth open from either cheek. He released a small whine, Seonghwa’s tail flicking harshly at his calves.
“Drink.” Seonghwa prompted. “Should help your stamina, if bun hasn’t already ruined it.” Gaze set and unwavering. Wooyoung nodded as much as he could; Seonghwa’s hand loosening to card through the younger boy's hair.
You took this moment to whip away from your chair, padding around in a billow of silk to approach Seonghwa’s side. His eyes remained focused on Wooyoung, tightening his grip to tip his head and the drip backwards. But his ear swivelled to follow your body, tail curling against you as you used a grip on his shoulder to kiss his cheek sweetly. The short purr and flick of his felt ear told you that you were forgiven, for the most part.
Pulling away, the sight in front of you was mesmerizing.
“You’re so handsome Woo ~” You called gently, arms circling your husband’s waist. “Hwa loves pampering - it’s one of his favourite things ~” You sang, nuzzling at said male's arm with quiet squeaks.
Wooyoung stuttered a null response, sputtering the water from his lips to spill from the edges of his mouth and down the exposed length of his throat. It was so beautifully sinful.
“Easy. Breathe. I’ve got you.”
Seonghwa pulled the glass back, allowing Wooyoung to hold his wrist as he regained himself.
Seonghwa glared down at you until you hid your smile in his arm; so giddy to work both with and against him.
Once Wooyoung had caught his breath, Seonghwa clinked the ice in the glass, the fox’s nod and small "Green." signalling his will to continue the game.
“Good boy.” Seonghwa buzzed, Wooyoung’s ears folded more pleasantly this time as he relaxed into Seonghwa’s control. Trusting the feline to tip his head back and hold the glass steady as the rest was tipped at a steady flow, gulping as much as he could until it hit a rhythm that seemed to last forever; ice cubes tapping against his lips as water flowed out of his mouth.
Breathing through his nose, he allowed the pooling cold liquid to wash up out of his lips and over his hot neck, soaking the fabric of his pressed white shirt. Over his hot skin and down his wrists and fingers and forearms; down to his hot abdomen until it tapped at the floor from one long stream down his cheek.
Wooyoung gasped shallow breaths as the water ran out and the glass was pulled away. Seonghwa released the grip on his hair and Wooyoung dipped forward, all the blood rushing to his head.
“That was hot as fuck.” He choked, coughing slightly with a newfound kink.
Seonghwa set the glass aside, focus back on you at last.
“You’re being so bad, bun.” He hummed, disappointment was evident in his tone as he dipped to meet your lips, his hand bracing the back of your hair. The kiss was open but soft, your bite at his plump lips causing him to sigh, pecking at his lips before he pulled away to purr down at you.
But your smile melted hearts.
And he eventually relented after a kiss to the edge of his lips, then another on top of his smile.
“Such a fiend, little bunny.” The sound of his deep voice melted through the vibration of his deep purr. Seonghwa’s hands lay solid on your waist. Meanwhile, your own hand had begun to tug at the annoying barrier restricting you from moving much further into your husband's body; ready to jump his bones if it wasn’t for the frustrating buttons laying at his waist.
Seonghwa airily laughed at your huffs of frustration, and the lop ears twitching back against your relaxing curls. He nuzzled your hairline instead, pinching the soft fur of your ear between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing in circles.
“Go sit on the island for me, my love. Wooyoung can help you up there if you can’t reach.”
You whined but ultimately moved away with a roll of your eyes and a pout once you knew he wasn’t going to budge from your pleading.
Wooyoung met you as you turned, stealing a kiss from you that left you breathless; lifting you by the hips onto the counter with surprising ease. To your amusement, he remained cheeky until your dress was manoeuvred up and under your hips, his lips never detaching from your own and hands finding purchase on your ass.
His palm swiped at your thigh, causing you to squeak and jolt with a twitching nose. Wooyoung's foxish laugh echoed through you in glee, causing you to laugh in coyness as his hands explored every inch of your lower half.
Seonghwa came to the other side of the thin counter, slack suspenders pulled down and shirt tugged over his head. You would never get tired of that view; legs wrapping around Wooyoung’s hips as he kissed open red marks on the unclaimed side of your neck.
Wooyoung’s hands slipped from your calf up to the back of your knee; encouraging you to tip backwards in faith as your thighs tapped your arms. Tipping back into a trust fall, your husband's warm and solid chest met your shoulder blades, head crease tucked perfectly against the curve of his collarbone.
“Hello, love.” He purred softly into your cheek, ears folded back as his hands glided across the counter to find purchase at your wrists, pulling them behind your back in a firm grip.
Wooyoung’s hands had been running over your skin, trying to find a sensitive spot, before his luck was found at your pelvic bone.
His hands trailed over the faux panty line created by the thong string, further massaging with gentle pressure until your hips tweaked and small noises escaped from you, Wooyoung chuckling before relenting. Instead, he moved to push the silk up over your chest, held by Seonghwa’s spare hand.
The fabric gripped between his knuckles reminded you of the marble sculptures in your art studies; distracted by his face at this angle and huffing in an effort to nuzzle his warm honey skin. He chuckled down at you, kissing your eyelids before the attention was stolen back by the fox.
“Do you trust me?” Wooyoung asked with a wicked grin on his face. Despite your best wishes, your heart told you to trust him.
“Yes, of course.” You mumbled quietly, cheeks flushed at the power switch. In this position, you were very much at the will of the two men. And even more so put out by the smirk on Seonghwa’s face.
“Good.” He laughed, brandishing two ice cubes and twirling them between deft fingers.
The slow torture began with the cubes in one hand gliding over the inside of your hot thighs; kept apart by Wooyoung’s hips and willpower alone. He didn’t seem to mind how much you moved or made cute clipped sounds of joy as he separated the cubes into separate hands.
His eyes stayed trained on your body's reaction; running the cubes over your pubic bone just to hear you plead quietly for movement. Seonghwa shushed you, kissing at your temple with a solid thrumming purr vibrating against your back.
Moving upwards, you twitched at the cubes on your stomach.
Wooyoung proved himself true as a kind boy and not a sadist; choosing to swipe his tongue against your nipples as a warm-up to the ice. It lessened your surprise as he plopped a cube into his mouth, hardly having to bend at the counter due to his height as his mouth met your chest.
He started slow. Kissing everywhere but where you truly wanted him. Around your breasts, under your ribs and even up against your collarbone. All until you cried out softly against the cold air of the kitchen fan making you shiver.
“Could you quit moving so much - sit still for me, pretty bunny.” Seonghwa purred, biting softly at the base of your ear to keep you grounded for as long as he could maintain the pressure. You whimpered in response, shuffling to push your chest up, but keeping your spine locked in obedient focus.
Wooyoung laughed, bouncing an “Alright princess ~” against your skin before his lips found purchase around your nipple.
Your nose twitched at the same pace as your thighs hiked up high to Wooyoung’s ribs. He grazed his teeth against your nipple before releasing the ice from his cheek and spare hand, enveloping you in a shocking coldness at the same time as his hips ground down at a mind-tingling angle against your clothed core.
Pulling away from your chest far too soon, Wooyoung laughed heartily at your fucked out expression, crunching the ice in his mouth with a wink. You pouted, about to huff a long string of curse words before your husband released the silk; allowing it to billow down and over your waist and the side suddenly. Like lapping water, it hit Wooyoung’s wrist’s on your hip bones.
The aesthetic of the scene overwhelmed you for a moment, before Seonghwa’s nose at your temple turned into pressed kisses at your cheek, down your jaw. Wooyoung seemed unbothered by the dress, pulling up a bar stool chair behind him to sit and curl the fabric up against your waist.
“You smell so fucking tasty bunny.” Wooyoung mumbled as his ears pulled back, seemingly speaking to himself in fascination.
You jumped slightly as Wooyoung’s arms slipped up and under your hips to tug you forward very slightly, nose pressing unabashedly to the small squared fabric of your lace thong and inhaling deeply at a slow pace. Your cheeks burned, never having it commented on before by your stoic partner.
“Tastes even better.” Seonghwa practically growled against your ear through reverberating teeth, making you shiver and moan softly.
“I do?” You whimpered, earning a bite at your lopped ears from your husband. A yes on his behalf.
Wooyoung laughed a subdued “I don’t doubt it.” before he went back to the task at hand; hooking your thighs up over his biceps and resting his elbows on the counter. He licked at the skin on either side of your vagina. Deliberately taking his time and biting at the juncture of your thighs and hip on two separate upward slopes.
But when he did eventually hook your thong aside with his thumbs and place his still cool tongue onto your folds, you immediately melted against your husband's chest. At your sharp responsive whine, Seonghwa met your awaiting mouth. Lazily slipping his tongue into your mouth to subdue the urge of sucking something that he knew you for far too well.
Wooyoung kept a steady palm on your hips to keep you stationery but generally found your twitches totally adorable. An actual predator would hold their prey until they stopped twitching; and in Wooyoung’s mind, he imagined it worked in quite the same way, if only for sex. He intended to make you move until you no longer could.
He groaned instantly as he lapped slowly between your folds, sucking at the hood of your clit to release quickly on a repeating cycle. He could already tell you were easy to work up at a quick pace; learning the rumours about bunnies were actually true. Prone to coming multiple times at a fast pace.
Wooyoung watched your stomach flex as you moaned into Seonghwa’s mouth, pulling away for air finally to whine “Please don’t stop, ngh - Please Woo-ie …”. The feline behind you nudged your head back up against his shoulder to suck at the sensitive bruise that started this whole mess.
“Fingers. Tail. Don't stop until she cries.” Seonghwa huffed in an impossibly low tone, directed at the fox making a meal of you below. Not that you heard anyways; eyes squeezed shut and hips grinding against Wooyoung’s mouth as he followed through his motions.
The fox hummed, pulling away with a pop to chuckle. “On it.” Exchanging a dark look with the feline before winking. Trust me, it said.
Seonghwa smiled back. I do, it whispered.
Wooyoung worked fast; fingers skilled and tongue even more so. The past few minutes seemed like mere child play now; circling your entrance with his tongue before sinking two readily accepted thin fingers into your heat, the immediate squelching sound making you sigh, Seonghwa’s purr loud and solid against your cheeks.
His tongue moved to lap in quick succession at an angle up towards your clit; until he eventually figured out where it was and the best angle you responded to. After some gentle scissoring, his fingers hooked up and stroked at your upper walls on every motion outwards, brushing against your g spot on every other stroke.
At a particularly loud and long whine, your body flinched to move inwards, Wooyoung taking this as a sign to firmly grab at your tiny curled tail, tugging and holding it away from your body with enough force for you to come apart instantly. Tears sprung past your eyes as your nerves turned into a live wire, body shaking and whining. Wooyoung worked you through it; moving away as your whines grew sharp and your thighs rested back on his biceps.
Your eyes remained unfocused after your first orgasm; the unspun wire in your gut pulling back to quickly constrict into a tight and intense coil once again. “Ngh - fuck - please don’t stop baby - so good…” Wooyoung laughed, shaking his head before going straight back to work.
His touches were less intense than before but just as enthusiastic. Using his fingers to hook upwards while Seonghwa held your squirming torso upright. Lips wrapped around your clit in a consistent sucking pressure with a flicking tongue that had you seeing stars. You cried out, body tensing until your second orgasm pulled a heat over your body strong enough to make you shiver from head to curled toe. You quickly shuffled away to grab a breather after the peak quickly fell.
Seonghwa shushed your tears of pure joy, kissing at your cheeks and purring at your newly released hands searching instantly for his own against your ribs.
“Easy, bun. I've got you." He whispered, torso and hands holding you upright as he looked towards Wooyoung with a pleased smile.
“You ate her alive. Good job Woo, I'm impressed.” By this point, Seonghwa was aching for any release, happy to observe but reaching his limit. His voice was slightly strained, though only you could tell. “Usually people stop after the first wave.”
“What can I say - I’m greedy.” Like a fox that just caught a chicken; Wooyoung swiped his chin and mouth, licking his gums in glee.
“Well fuck - you were right - she tastes even better than she smells, Hwa.”
Seonghwa laughed softly, quietly enjoying the fox’s boyish charm.
“I know, right. Like sweetened almonds?”
“Yeah! Exactly like almonds! But, like, the sugar paste stuff?”
“Marzipan, I believe it’s called, in that form.” Seonghwa hummed, admiring the sheen to Wooyoung’s brow and his dishevelled hair. His loosened tie and rolled up sleeves. He was a very handsome guy, with an air about him that would usually make the elder anxious. But for now, in this scenario, he was very amused.
“More, please.” A quiet voice muffled.
Both eyes shot down towards you as your thighs quivered, lowering back down to cautiously rest beside Wooyoung’s hips. The fox smiled, exchanging a look with the cat behind you. His palms glided up and down your thighs, shushing you before humming with thought.
“I want to come again.” It was your own voice, if a little distant. Pleading and full of need. “Please. Want it.”
Wooyoung laughed loud and high-pitched, scrunching his nose as his hands patted your hips. "So soon? Aren't you sensitive?"
Seonghwa smiled dotingly. "We've got a few more rounds before that sets in. She can take it. Can't you bun?"
He kissed your cheek as you nodded quickly, before finally releasing your hands and pulling away to grasp at the pooling fabric at your hips. The material swooshed up and over your head, your husband leaving the dress shoved onto one of the still-parked bar stool seats. You would have a hell of a time ironing that later.
Seonghwa’s hands slipped over your ribs. Running circles at your side almost by habit. Wooyoung’s eyes softened as he explored you one more time, fully.
“On your stomach, angel.” Wooyoung jerked his chin upwards, meeting Seonghwa’s pleased expression behind your shoulder at this sudden, confident demand. Your mind took a second to catch up before you gulped, nodding in a dazed fashion.
While Seonghwa tugged you back by the armpits, Wooyoung playfully grabbed your calves to slide you back over the counter with a friction-induced squeak. They didn't let you turn over alone; instead, they manhandled you to flip over onto your belly like a fish, with all the blood rushing to your ears as they blushed a deep pink behind white fur; the cold counter making you shiver.
Wooyoung’s palms smoothed over the curve of your ass and your spine, Seonghwa taking a moment to delicately remove your earrings. Your heart swooned. You had practically forgotten they existed.
Wooyoung had tugged you back slightly, enough so your knees hit the open space under the island. Leaving your ass up and without much to support you other than his newly clothed hips pressing against your naked thighs. And the moments where you had taken note of his cock - beautiful and curved, not too big but not too small either, really quite pretty; like him - all came to mind as his hard-on pressed into your skin.
“You usually cum so fast, bunny? I know I'm good, but that was a fucking record.” Wooyoung snickered, swiping a palm over your backside.
Seonghwa laughed softly before a sound permeated by a yelp told you of the yanked ear above you.
"Still rude." He corrected in a lazy tone. "Brat."
You had yelped at the sudden smack at your behind, nose and tail twitching as your hands reached forward to impatiently attempt the feline's slacks a second time. You tugged and pulled dumbly, yet nothing would give.
Seonghwa peered down at you, watching patiently. Entirely amused and not interested in helping, instead watching as your face melded into something sinful at Wooyoung’s fingers slipping back into you so easily.
Seonghwa smiled at your expression, thumb brushing over your cheek as his fingers curled under your chin. Eyes focused on your face as Wooyoung added a third finger, your whines and softly creased brow muffled by your effort to pull Seonghwa’s clothes off of him so desperately.
"Hwa - off - please - don't be - mean." You all but whined, huffing each word in annoyance.
Finally, his larger hands gently peeled yours away. Unclipping one side to reveal a hidden zip. The bastard buttons weren’t even real, you mentally cursed.
Chuckling, he moved to tug his slacks and boxers off and eventually away, after some more consistent whining, just to see you beg.
Seonghwa’s hands found purchase threaded into the back of your hair. And with Wooyoung’s patient and tactful scissoring, your hips twitched for more. He leaned his head back and sighed loudly as you licked up his thick shaft; not interested in doing anything other than sinking your mouth down onto him. Seonghwa groaned softly as his hips rocked shallowly against your lazily sucking mouth; the hair on the back of his neck standing on edge at your gentle cupping and the way you massaged his balls.
“Don't you want to take those tight clothes off, kit?” Seonghwa purred loudly; something similar to a vibrating radiator. “Let’s see that toned body you’re so fond of, hmm? Must be uncomfortable in those slacks. Don’t be shy."
Wooyoung moaned aloud in response to Seonghwa’s deep and alluring tone, ears folded to the side and tail curled as he left your body to quickly pull his clothes off.
At your whines of being left to balance alone, the fox shushed you. As Wooyoung moved back, he paused. Hands resting on your hips to bask in Seonghwa’s attention and he licked his lips, looking the younger male over.
“Beautiful, Wooyoung.” Seonghwa’s compliment was genuine; washing Wooyoung over with glee. He made a small happy yipping sound before Seonghwa smiled back, nodding towards your thighs twisting together for some form of friction. The fox’s nose twitched in reaction, pupils dilating further than they had already been.
His palm reached to need your left cheek, eyes entirely focused on the wetness soaking your thighs. You hummed against Seonghwa’s heavy cock in your mouth; tail bouncing as his palm moved to the other side, seemingly only spreading you apart for the absolute slow tease.
What you couldn’t see, however, was the intense eye contact happening between the men, over the top of your beautiful body. The way Wooyoung felt up his chest. Or his hand wrapping around his cock. Using all the cum from your pettings to squeeze hard and tight around his cock. His neck flushed red, choking a little before releasing, to move forward and tap against your core.
Upon impact; you jumped. Seonghwa holding your head as you choked with a tic springing in his jaw.
“Hurry up.” He huffed, ears pulled back and tail curled around his thigh in ecstasy.
Wooyoung didn’t need much more prompting; pushing the head of his cock into your wet pussy in one fluid thrust until he bottomed out. Your loud moans caused the feline to put up a palm quickly, signalling Wooyoung to stop.
You tapped Seonghwa's hips, face pulled back by his grip on your scalp, and moaned loudly.
“Colour, bun.” He mumbled. Fully knowing you were able to take such sensitivity sparking up your spine after two quick orgasms, but wanting to hear you say it anyway.
“G-green, fuck. So good Hwa.” Spit hung between your chin and his member; mixed with precum as it dripped down his thigh. You sputtered, reaching for the edge of his hips to steady yourself. At such a filthy sight, your husband tightened his grip on your hair, lip curled into something wicked as he nodded at Wooyoung.
At the same time as Wooyoung pushed forward; back into your dripping core, Seonghwa Plunged his thick cock in one slick movement to the back of your throat. You moaned loudly, but quickly choked, Seonghwa pulling away to watch your fucked out yet concentrated face and tongue lull to the side; Wooyoung thrusting short and fast into your hot wet cunt. His grip on your thighs would leave indents but you had no want to complain.
Seonghwa’s purrs were unruly. Biting his tongue as he met your eyes.
“Gonna relax your throat for me, beautiful? Hmm?” His thumb stroking at your cheek distracts your fuzzy brain from the dick sliding hot and heavy inside you; Wooyoung in his own world as he yips and whines loudly on each thrust. Dumbly, you nodded, opening your mouth for him to take charge, fingers gripping his hips and the counter side with white knuckles.
Your muscles felt like electric jelly, tail twitching as you pulled close to yet another high. But you tried to ignore it; focusing instead on relaxing your throat for your husband and squeezing your thighs together under the counter. At this angle, it was a little hard to breathe, but you only needed your nose anyway.
Seonghwa waited until you relaxed your jaw for him; fucking your throat on a steady and careful increase. Until your moans and chips caused him to jerk forward, knocking you back into Wooyoung. He stilled as you calmed your throat, only moving once a tear slid down your cheek. Beautiful. Kind. And cruel.
“Gonna come.” Wooyoung huffed, head down and hips only focused on drilling into you. His neck flushed as he fought to catch up with the second orgasm that was ripped away from him so soon. His dick twitched inside of you; your tapping at Seonghwa’s hips causing him to pull away. He kept a tight grip on your hair as you pulled your torso up, fingers gripping the edge of the counter.
From this angle, Wooyoung hit up against your g-spot and caused an unfamiliar sound of want to spill from your throat, almost eye level with the intense feline standing in front of you.
His purrs softened, using his spare hand to wipe your mouth.
You hit the counter with your palm weakly, desperate to fall over the peak. And from the tears on your cheeks, your husband knew what you needed.
“Tail?” He whispered with care upon his lips. Your thighs and lips quivered as you whimpered a strained nod, sniffling as the fox slowed to hit deep and heavy. Seonghwa smiled, amused, but happy to wait a little longer.
Moving forward so your chest rested against his, he held you until your arms gripped at his biceps. Using his delicate fingers to trace around the base of your tail, underneath, then back up and over.
“F-fuck, I can feel - her pussy moves when you do that, Hwa -” Wooyoung’s voice was high and desperate. Seonghwa leaned his cheek against your hair to nuzzle your floppy ear over and onto your shoulder; biting down softly and holding until your body seized up, crying out.
He let go of your ear, continuing to play with your tail as Wooyoung’s tail bristled; a sure sign he was about to come.
“Cum for me. Go on. You can do it. You’ve both done so well.”
Seonghwa’s gentle prompt was the cause for both of your triumphs. Wooyoung pulled out of your pussy in quick speed to come hard and fast all over the back of your thighs and ass, moaning loudly, until his backside hit the chair pulled high behind him, entirely worn out. Seonghwa tugged you up on the counter so you didn't slip, quickly moving his hands to rub harshly at your clit. You came hard, vision going black as your body burned. Squirting ever so slightly; a first in your books.
“Good kits, both of you, hmm? So pretty.”
“You’re prettier.” You moaned softly, head fuzzy and body whirring.
As your eyes rested for a moment, a purr sounded against your ear, your cheek hitting Seonghwa’s chest. His arms reached to hook under your knees and the back of your ribs as he picked you up from the counter. “Come on, let’s go somewhere a little more comfortable.”
“Is she okay?” Wooyoung’s weak voice floated out from behind the feline, melting into his hold as he moved you all in the direction of the bedroom. His worry was evident, but Seonghwa didn’t move as his hand rested against your ankles, moving to check on your body language.
“She’s fine.” Seonghwa hummed softly, looking down at you for confirmation. “Just came very hard, a little too fast. Don’t feel bad.” The boy shared a smile, Wooyoung nodding shyly. “Colour bun?”
With a giddy-sounding laugh, you petted your sensitive ears and stretched in Seonghwa’s hold. “Green for greatness!” You giggled, humoured by the felines rolling eyes and Wooyoung’s cackling laughter.
Seonghwa carried you into the bedroom, kneeling on the bed before dropping you with a slight bounce. “Why thank you, my love.” You smiled, shuffling back against the pillows on wobbly limbs. Seonghwa followed you backwards, making your nerves spark on end as his tug on your ankles pulled you onto your back.
You squealed softly, reaching to wrap your arms around his neck, entirely content with the kisses placed over your chest and neck. Over the top of Seonghwa’s shoulders, Wooyoung looked displaced at the entrance of the bedroom. His tail curled to his crotch and his ears folded.
“Woo~” You pulled him toward you both with voice alone; nails pulling through Seonghwa’s hair as he bit at your breast. Sighing softly, Seonghwa pulled away, hands following the length of your body until he sat back on his heels. His cock sat upright and angry against his abdomen; almost as strained as his facial expression.
At the edge of the bed, Wooyoung whined softly. “I don’t think I'm of much help anymore…”
As he gestured at his obviously spent body, Seonghwa sent you a pointed look. You huffed exaggeratedly, crossing over your arms with a pout. He had warned you about milking him too fast; it had happened as soon as he had expected. Those who didn’t sleep with bunny hybrids had no idea the self-restraint of wearing their partner out first.
Well, luckily Seonghwa did. And he was patient enough to follow it through.
“Sorry.” Wooyoung huffed, deflated.
“No, don’t be… Wait there…” Seonghwa quickly intercepted, seeing that the fox was starting to pull away. His voice trailed off in thought before his brow released from an intense pinch and his palm patted your thighs in a eureka expression.
“Up, bun, please.” At his instruction, you huffed with folded arms. “Now.” Before scooting promptly out of the way.
The bed was king-sized and plenty big. But Seonghwa’s wide and tall frame took up a considerable amount of space, pulling pillows behind him to get comfortable before resting his legs in front of him. He looked far too smug for your liking.
Wooyoung watched the two of you as a spark lit between your eyes. He was pushing you to be defiant; to refuse to ride him. And you were debating your options. He was making you work for more; work to get him off, too.
“You’re mean.” You huffed, finally moving to straddle his thighs. “You know I don’t like this position…”
You knew this feeling, knew it very well. But it still didn’t help curb the strength of it as it washed over you and down to your core as your smaller body climbed over him. Seonghwa purred through open lips, pinching your chin to push a thumb against your bottom lip.
“You don’t like it because you’re spoiled, Y/N. And you’re lucky I love serving you.”
Your body betrayed you as his other hand gripped the base of your tail, making you jump in a deep heat of arousal, glare completely dropped from your face. Smiling with sly eyes, Seonghwa released you, leaning back.
His palm tapped your thighs again. “Turn around for me, love.”
You turned with a grumble. Reaching out for Wooyoung to join you between Seonghwa’s legs. He moved after the feline's smile and nod, but almost fell over at your high-pitched sudden moan at Seonghwa pulling your hips back to enter your well-lubed pussy. But he was still a stretch. Larger than Wooyoung in every sense. Sitting back, with Seonghwa’s grip forcing your movement, you whimpered at the feeling of bottoming out.
“Woo-ie ~” You moaned, reaching for his shoulders to tug him closer.
Seonghwa watched with heavy eyes and a twitching cock as you ground down on him; tugging the fox closer to kiss together so messily, no minds involved as Wooyoung’s hands immediately took purchase at your chest. You moaned into Wooyoung’s mouth endlessly, not doing much other than grinding your clit down against Seonghwa’s pubic bone, happy to be full and tingling again.
He stretched his legs so his knees were beside Wooyoung’s shoulders, legs spread pretty wide for this position and causing him to hit even deeper. Wooyoung moved one hand to fondle Seonghwa’s balls, cradling them and then moving gently, causing a muscle to jump in his leg.
With grit teeth and a deep rumbling purr, Seonghwa’s hand swiped sharply over your sore backside. “Start hopping, bun bun.”
But it worked. Spurring you to move; setting a pace in motion with his hand gripping at your love handles. Albeit, you were weak in the knees from being split open, but you rode him with as much as you could give. All the while kissing lazily with the fox in front of you.
There was no chance he had anything else to give, but he was happy to watch.
Curious, he pulled on Seonghwa’s tail.
Seonghwa bucked up with a loud yowl, causing you to cry out in pleasure, Wooyoung laughed loudly and almost fell back in shock.
“Shit - sorry Hwa -”
“Never pull - a cat - ngh - fuck - a cat’s - tail!” You managed dumbly between now-met thrusts, honestly grateful that Wooyoung had spurred the feline to move. He simply laughed, sitting back to watch you.
“Fuck - you guys… You look so good together. Fuck… If I was going to get hard again, now would be the time, but I’m afraid -”
You could tell Seonghwa was close. Squeaking and squirming in joy as he finally moved, like you knew he was bound to do. He ultimately cut off Wooyoung’s rambling by sitting up and pushing your chest into the bed, hands pressing to bend your waist. His tail curled wildly, thrusting at a deep and fast pace with laboured breaths.
“S-shit, look what, y-you’ve done~ Sensitive kitty~” You sang as your toes curled, hands massaging at your ears. Seonghwa’s grunts were small and punctuated, causing you to grind back against him every time he stilled. You knew he was trying to pull it out for as long as possible; but with this much build-up, you knew he needed it as much as you did.
And as your walls fluctuated against his dick, he grabbed at your tail harshly, stilling the movement of his hips to feel you come around him; moans loud and pressed as you milked him for what he was worth.
Seonghwa held you up by the tail as your muscles melted into the bed; but your hips were still twitching to move against him, even after your high. He was sensitive, so moaned softly, but knew what you could provide.
“I know you have one more in you bun.” He said through grit teeth, ears pulled back and neck back also to stop from collapsing. “Hurry, before I go soft.”
Wooyoung jumped at the chance to help. He lay on his stomach to be able to reach your face, holding both your ears behind your face to kiss passionately. You struggled to keep up; but with Seonghwa holding you up by the tail and pinching your clit, you came one last time. Squeezing your eyes shut and grinding against him until the sensitivity finally struck. Body shaking in waves as Seonghwa moved away to find a towel; leaving Wooyoung to place your cheek on his thigh and comb your hair gently.
“See -” You huffed weakly, reaching to intertwine a hand with yours. “- I knew you’d enjoy this.”
Seonghwa returned with a damp edge of a towel, wiping softly at your thighs as he smiled at your statement. “Was that for Woo? Or me, my love?”
“Mmmm…” You mumbled, eyes drooping as Wooyoung scratched at the base of your ear, hands heavy and grounding on your spinning head. “Yeah… S’mthing like that Hwa…”
“I see.” The feline smiled. Contentment spread from eye to eye. “Shower or bath, kit?”
Wooyoung blinked before mumbling a response. “Oh - are - are you guys okay with me staying?”
“Of course.” Seonghwa smiled graciously. Lips curling as his lips usually did. “It was fun, and nice to see you in a new light, Woo. We’d love for you to stay; if you wouldn’t mind? Possibly do this again in the future. See where things take us.”
Wooyoung nodded quickly. “Yeah, shit, I’d love to.”
Seonghwa chuckled. “Good. Bun will be pleased.”
Wooyoung looked down, indeed welcomed by your sleeping face and puttering lips. Fingers caught in his knuckles and your body curled into a loosely twitching ball of tranquillity.
“I was right, by the way.” Wooyoung giggled.
Seonghwa simply raised a brow, “Oh?”.
“She looks so much prettier, choking on your cock, than playing coy with mine.”
Hard hours: I keep thinking about hongjoong and that cane, I can't help but tweet thinking he would use it on me in the most dirty ways I can think of.
oh, he would, tho!
he’d make you get on all fours, and would use the head of the cane to lift your face towards him so your eyes would be locked with his. he’d make you beg for him, make you say every last thing you want him to do to you in explicit detail. if you hesitate or he feels like you’re not being fully transparent with your desires, he’d tap your chin with the cane to urge you to do as he asked.
he’d taunt you, and say things like, “you’re so desperate for me. so desperate you’d take anything i give you, you’d even let me fuck you with my cane”. and he would do just that, stretch you out with the broad skull head of his cane experimentally just to watch you squirm and whine. you’d be so embarrassed that you’re enjoying it, and he’d be so smug and would tease you relentlessly 😩
Summary: Maintaining a homestead can be exhausting. Luckily, you've got a super hot cowboy husband who's got enough energy to do it all and take care of you once the work is done.
Setting: not modern, unspecified time period probs early 1900s idk
Reader notes: smaller than gyu, horny as fuck for their cowboy husband, a lil shy during sex, afab
Warnings: they are super in love, like 2 spanks, some nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (p in v), he cums inside, size kink, tiniest hint of breeding kink bc i am who i am, MINORS DNI I'LL KICK YOU
Word Count: 5763
You wake up to an empty bed, the cold sheets telling you he’d been gone for hours already. As much as you wish you could open your eyes to his handsome face, you know he has tasks to complete. Maintaining a homestead was hard work; your horses needed to be fed and exercised, your cows needed to be milked, your crops needed to be watered. He insists on doing it all himself, saying that when you agreed to be his wife, he promised to take care of you always. You argue that with your help, the chores could be finished in half the time and you could spend more of your day together. Mingyu knows this makes sense, but in truth, he likes doing the work. He likes crawling into bed with you at night, feeling the ache in his bones and the warmth in his heart, knowing he had spent the day tending to the home you built together.
After getting up and dressing for the day, you begin to go about your own chores. With winter approaching, there is much work to be done. You start with the canning, sorting fruits and vegetables into categories that make sense to no one but you. It’s a tedious process but you know that, in the future, you’ll be grateful to have produce to eat once the freeze has hit. You move onto taking stock of your cellar, counting smoked meats and fish. The salmon is getting low, you note, counting backwards to decide how long you could put off your next fishing trip.
And perhaps also wondering if you’d be able to convince Mingyu to swim with you in the cold river, remembering how his muscles tensed as he shivered and pulled you closer-
Stop getting distracted!
You decide to work on the knitting next, knowing that Mingyu had torn his favorite sweater beyond repair and would be pouting as soon as the temperature dropped. The needles clack as your hands move and your mind wanders, breeze from the open window providing relief from the lingering summer heat. Your hair shifts with the wind and you glance outside - at the perfect moment apparently - as Mingyu lifts his shirt to wipe at the sweat on his brow. Your eyes glaze over a bit when you get a flash of his strong abdomen, fingers twitching with the urge to touch his smooth skin. You stare for just a second more, before shaking your head as if to rid yourself of the warm, syrupy feeling that had overtaken your body. You try to force your mind back to the task at hand; considering only briefly bringing him some water because he needs to stay hydrated.
Not because of how he looks when he’s drinking! Definitely not because of how sharp his jawline is or how the tendons in his neck stand out or how he always lets water drip from the corners of his mouth down his throat to his pecs then down his stomach-
Anyway! You know that the less you interrupt him, the sooner he’ll return to you. And the sooner you’ll stop feeling so hot.
Mingyu smiles to himself when he sees you flush at the little show he put on for you. Did he need to wipe the sweat from his forehead? Yes. Did he have a rag in his back pocket he could’ve used instead of pulling up his shirt? Also yes. He just can’t get enough of the way you react to him. He’d known (hoped) you found him attractive before you married, but it wasn’t until you’d moved into your home that he discovered just how you felt.
The hitch in your breath when he placed his hand on your lower back to move past you in the kitchen. The heat in your cheeks when he pulled you closer in the bed you shared. The haze in your eyes when he gently grasped your chin to tilt your head up for a kiss. The shiver that ran down your back when you realized, for the millionth time, how much bigger he is than you.
Mingyu loved it all.
And did he ever reciprocate.
Falling asleep beside you every night felt like magic. Waking up next to you every morning felt surreal. Knowing that he could pull you closer, in the bed you shared, and that you wanted him to do so? That you liked it?
Bliss.
His breath still catches in his chest when you smile at him, even when its the smile that tells him he’s just done something really stupid. Especially the one that tells him he’s just done something really stupid.
He still can’t believe you’re his wife. That you had walked down the aisle to meet him, matching tears in your eyes, and promised to love him forever. He didn’t know what he’d done in his past life to be blessed enough to have married you. He must’ve saved a village or fed the hungry or something, because every day with you is more than he’s ever wanted or thought he deserved.
Shaking his head, Mingyu returns his attention to tilling the field. He realizes he’s been going over the same spot for a few minutes now, and has to reorient himself before he can start again. Thinking about what seeds should go where helps him focus. He remembers how sad you’d been last autumn when the ground had frozen before the pumpkins were ready, and resolves to plant those next. Wiping the sweat off his brow again, this time with the rag, he goes back to his work, thinking about what you’d make together for dinner.
Once you are able to clear thoughts of Mingyu from your mind, you really hit your stride on his new sweater. Your fingers and wrists ache by the time you lift your head and realize the sun is going down and you’d forgotten to eat lunch. Wilting a little when you see that you’re barely halfway done with the torso, you curse your husband for being so tall and large and handsome and sweet. You decide to set aside your project for the night and stand to stretch, lifting your hands above your head and jumping out of your skin when you feel arms wrap around your waist.
“Mingyu,” slapping his forearm, you turn in his hold quickly, “you scared me half to death! Why did you sneak up like that?”
“Baby,” he chuckles, tightening his arms around you, “I bumped into the doorway, the table, and the chair. I was making noise so I wouldn’t startle you, I don’t know how you didn’t hear me.”
Furrowing your brow, you squint up at him as if you didn’t quite believe him. “You ran into three different things just to make noise?”
Mingyu flushed a little, eyes taking a quick trip around the room before admitting that the first was on purpose and the second two were accidents.
You nodded, winding your arms around his neck and touching at his hair before grimacing at the sweat and pulling away. “That makes more sense.”
He playfully glares at you before asking, “What, baby, don’t like me sweaty?” and somehow crowding even closer to you than before. Mingyu smiles at you, nose scrunching and canines on full display, and leans down to place gentle kisses on your neck. You feel his damp forehead on your jaw and cringe, trying to pull away before giving up, realizing you won’t be going anywhere until he releases you.
“Honey, I always like you but you’re literally dripping right now,” you whine and arch away as best you can. This presses your stomach tighter to his hips and you flush a bit when you realize he’s half hard.
His smile shifts into a predatory smirk, eyes half-lidded and tongue wetting his lips. “Funny, I like you even more when you’re dripping.”
You gasp, hitting his chest and feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. You really shouldn’t be so scandalized; Mingyu had always been a flirt and he tended to be far more overt than you, but you hadn’t even had dinner yet!
“Mingyu, it‘s barely 6 PM! We have things to do!”
“Honey, your point would be better made if you weren’t currently petting me,” his eyes flick down to your hand, still on his chest, caressing the muscle and flesh there.
Your eyebrows shoot up and you start to remove your hand, but Mingyu catches it in his much larger one and trails them both down, following the path your eyes had taken earlier. Your reservations melt away the further your hands move, fingers catching on the ridges of his abdomen. Your eyes flutter when he pulls your hand under his shirt to feel his hot skin, his muscles tensing under your touch. His breathing grows unsteady when you begin to explore on your own, your fingers drifting down his linea alba and tracing the sharp lines of his hipbones.
Mingyu’s hand stops yours at his belt, his eyebrows pinching together and his chin tilting up, “thought I was too sweaty for you?”
You blink up at him innocently, your fingers playing with his belt buckle and your lip between your teeth. “You are, and seeing as you got me all sweaty too, why don’t we take a quick shower before dinner?”
Your stomach grumbles loudly, sabotaging your counter-seduction and sending heat to your cheeks once again. His brows, pinched before in challenge, furrow further with concern. “Baby, when was the last time you ate?” Your eyes flick up and to the side in an attempt to remember, before Mingyu shakes his head and says, “if you have to think about it, it’s been too long.”
Pouting, you allow him to remove your hand from his belt and pull you towards the kitchen. “How about breakfast for dinner?”
He grabs eggs from the cupboard and bacon from the icebox, placing both on the butcher block and turning to retrieve veggies from the pantry. You light the gas stove as he returns, moving to the sink and washing your hands, hearing Mingyu clear his throat before he settles his hands on your shoulders. Your heart clenches, knowing that he hadn’t wanted to scare you again. He squeezes, feeling a knot under his thumb and beginning to work it out. You sink into him, tilting your head away to give him more space. He speaks softly, gently, promising that his shower would be quick and he’d be back down to help you soon. You nod and turn your head for a kiss, which he grants with pleasure, before he brushes his thumbs down the sides of your neck and leaves. He bumps his hip into the counter on the way out and you hear muffled swears all the way up the stairs.
You giggle to yourself, picturing your husband sulkily rubbing the tender spot and trudging up the stairs. You set the bacon to fry in your favorite cast iron pan and begin chopping the vegetables. Now that you’re aware of your hunger, you’re starting to feel ravenous. The potatoes, onions, and peppers sizzle as they join the bacon, sending out a delicious aroma and making your stomach grumble again. You snack on some bread as you stir, shoving the rest in your mouth when you hear the shower turn off. You chew quickly, hoping to finish before Mingyu returns and scolds you for possibly ruining your appetite.
He rounds the corner just as you swallow, and you turn to send him a hopefully not guilty looking smile. He squints quizzically at you before you distract him with the eggs, requesting that he cracks them into the pan as you stir. He grabs three in each massive hand, winking at you and cracking them one by one. You stare at him flatly, stirring the breakfast scramble and wishing his hands were on you instead.
Mingyu sets the table as you empty the pan onto two plates, Mingyu’s portion almost double the size of yours. He gives you a look before spooning some from his plate onto yours. Admonished, you return the look before setting the plates down on the table as he pours you both water from the pitcher you keep full.
You eat quickly in comfortable silence, Mingyu shoveling three bites in his mouth to your one and playing with your fingers from across the table. You tap your foot on his, he lifts a brow at you and, at your shrug, returns to inhaling his food. When you’d first gotten married and moved into the farmhouse, you truly used to be concerned for him. To the point where you’d researched how to save someone from choking, should the need ever arise. Somehow, he never has and you can only thank your lucky stars because you weren’t sure if you could wrap your arms around him enough to help.
Mingyu finishes first and stands to wash his plate and begin cleaning the cast iron. You eat with haste now that his back is turned, knowing that the only thing standing between you and getting your hands on him was the food on your plate. Your speed rivals his now and you stand soon after him, going to wash your own plate before he snatches it out of your hands. “The cook never cleans,” he says authoritatively, turning to wash your plate and place it next to his on the drying rack. He dries his hands before reaching one out to you and as soon as you place yours within his grasp, he begins tugging you toward the stairs.
You race up together, giggling and stumbling over each other, bursting into your room like newlyweds. Your hands immediately go to his shirt, itching to pick up where you’d left off and near desperate to feel his taut, warm skin. He stills your hands and you glare up at him questioningly. He shoots you a teasing smile, moving your hands from his shirt to your own, “Gotta wash up first, right baby?”
You let out a dramatic sigh but, knowing he’s right, turn away and begin to unbutton your blouse. He pouts behind you, having hoped he’d get to watch you undress but understanding you still felt the weight of propriety. You finish removing your shirt and he blushes as you fling it at him with a smile before heading to the bathroom to prepare for bed. In your absence, Mingyu begins undressing himself, hoping desperately you won’t notice that he’s already almost fully hard.
Sighing loudly, he runs his hand through his hair and begins turning down the bed, lighting the oil lamps on each side and fluffing the pillows. He speeds to the chest to pull another blanket out, expecting the temperature to drop tonight as autumn approached. Mingyu’s not sure why he’s so nervous, especially considering the display he put on today and how he’d flirted with you after. You just make him flustered; thinking about getting to see you and touch you and feel you… Thinking about running his hands over your soft skin, digging his fingers into the plush of your hips and thighs, hearing you moan and sigh and whimper for him. It’s almost too much for him, sometimes, thinking about the privilege of knowing you like this for the rest of his life.
Mingyu jumps as you open the door, clad in your night dress and dewy skin. Your fingers play with the fabric, you seem almost as nervous as him. This releases the tension in Mingyu’s shoulders, corners of his mouth turning up in fondness and hand reaching out to you again. You let him take your hand in his and he walks backwards, pulling you closer to the bed. You don’t know where to look, wanting to hold his gaze but feeling your eyes drifting down to his bare skin. Skin that had been tempting you all day, skin he’d teased you with. Skin that was now shifting over his muscles as he flexed for you, breaking the ice and causing you to let out a giggle. He gives you a petulant look, whining, “Don’t laugh at your husband, he loves you too much.”
You smile teasingly at him, “And I love him, especially when he puts those big, strong muscles to use and carries me to bed.” You extend your arms towards him, expecting him to wrap his own around your waist and walk you to bed as he so often does. Instead, you find yourself shrieking out a “Mingyu!” when he hoists you up over his shoulder, leaving you face to face with his firm, round ass. You’re trying to hard not to grab a handful when a loud smack echoes in the room and your own ass begins stinging.
Mingyu freezes, his hand had moved before his brain could stop it, and he’d never hit you before. He’s about to apologize when he notices your thighs clenching together, and, on second thought, asks if he should do it again.
Your whole face heats, you’re almost certain he can feel it, but you can’t bring yourself to say no. You squirm a bit in his hold, wondering how much longer he will keep you like this, blood rushing to your head and making you feel dizzy. Yes that’s definitely why you’re dizzy, not because he’d spanked you and you’d liked it.
“I won’t do it again unless you say yes,” Mingyu prompts you with a soft, yet firm, voice. You blanch at the thought of being so open with him, but reminding yourself that he’s your husband and he loves you, you force out, “Yes, I liked it.”
He spanks you again, right where your ass meets your thigh and you whine. You feel a shiver move through his body before he’s tossing you (with care) onto the bed. His canines flash at you as he smiles, looking a bit like a wolf with the sharpness of his teeth and the heat in his eyes. “That’s all you needed to say, honey.”
Mingyu’s hands start inching your nightdress upwards, fingers swirling against the skin of your legs and slowly pushing your thighs apart as he goes. Once your dress reaches your undergarments, he stops and shifts to hold himself above you. Holding your gaze, he drops his hips into the space between your thighs and grinds into you. You feel his length against you, pressing through three layers of fabric but you can feel his heat like there’s nothing keeping him from you. You wonder when exactly he’d grown to full hardness before he leans down and kisses you stupid.
Your brows raise and your hands fly to his face, holding him to you (as if he’d ever want to leave). Mingyu groans into your lips, thumbing your chin and running his tongue along your bottom lip. You open for him, blooming beneath him and relaxing into the pillows as his tongue slides between your lips, gliding along your own. His hand cradles the side of your face and your hips rise to meet his. He presses back before hooking a hand around your knee and hitching your leg up on his hip; you take the hint and wrap both legs fully around his waist, feeling him lean into you further. You whimper into his mouth when his next grind catches your clit and he answers with a moan as his hand drifts down to your hip and pulls you up to meet him.
He breaks away to press kisses down your neck, nibbling along the way and continuing to grind into you. His lips reach your collarbone and begin sucking his mark into your skin, teeth joining because he knows it’ll make your thighs clench around him. When he feels the squeeze, he bites down further and you whine out, “Mingyu, please!”
He detaches from your skin with a pop, smiling down at you and brushing his thumb over the mark he’d just made. “Please what, honey? How can I know if you don’t tell me?”
You stare him down, nervous about being so candid but, knowing he can and will wait you out, you answer.
“Please touch me, I want you to touch me.”
The heat in his eyes grows as his smile shrinks, hands unwrapping your legs from his hips and moving to pull your underwear down. “Whatever you want, baby.” You lift your hips to assist him, returning his gaze as he lifts one foot out, then the other. Holding you by the ankles, he places your feet shoulder width apart and shifts down the bed to lay between them. His hands are smoothing up your thighs when he notices how tightly you’re holding them together and, sensing your self consciousness, rises to remove his own pants and underwear.
Your eyes valiantly attempt to stay on his face before they flicker down to the length hanging between his legs. His size had intimidated you at first but now it just makes your mouth water, remembering the feeling of him stretching you out and filling you up. You unconsciously relax your legs as he climbs back onto the bed, his hands gripping your nightgown and his brow raising. You sit up and raise your arms, catching his grin through the fabric passing over your head, and settle back down. He passes his fingers over the mark on your collarbone again and drifts them down, eyes drinking in every inch of skin before him.
Cupping your breasts in his hands, he presses kisses down your sternum and rests his chin there before popping up and pecking you on the lips. You giggle and he smiles back, returning his attention to your breasts. Your nipples had grown hard under his warm hands and he leans down to suck one into his mouth, lightly digging his teeth into the flesh and tugging. You squirm beneath him and he brings a knee up to give you something to grind on, moving to suck your other nipple and tweaking the one he’d just left. He can feel your wet heat pressing into his thigh and he clenches it on your next downward thrust, feeling gratified at your moan. He gives your nipple one last bite and moves to smooth kisses down your stomach, his thigh leaving you in the process. You whine a bit and he shushes you as his fingers sink between your thighs, feeling at the wetness that had gathered.
“Oh, honey, baby,” Mingyu sighs out, “I shouldn’t have kept you waiting so long.” His fingers press deeper, one dipping into you shallowly, before moving up to circle your clit. Your hips rise up into his touch and your eyes flutter closed when his middle finger slides into you, curling up once his knuckles brush your pussy. You let out a little moan, Mingyu nodding as if he knew what you meant, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll give you what you need.”
On the next thrust, his ring finger joins in and you can feel the metal of his wedding band graze your entrance. You whine and he moans back, fingers stilling deep inside of you and beginning to curl instead. “Eyes on me, baby, please.”
You force your eyes open and look down at Mingyu, holding in a whimper at the sight of him between your legs, looking at you with such hunger. He holds your gaze as he leans down and slowly flicks his tongue at your clit, groaning at the taste. His own eyes slide shut for a split second before he’s licking at your clit again, faster and harder and wetter. His fingers are still curling within you, searching at different depths to find the one spot that makes you-
“Mingyu! Again, please!” You breathe out, hips bucking up before he slams them back down and starts rubbing at that rough patch. His fingers curl into you again and again, lips sucking at your clit and pulling it into his mouth in pulses. The hand holding your hips down leaves you, only to wrap underneath your thigh and stretch over your stomach to press you into the bed. Your thighs shake around his head, his ears ringing with your moans and whimpers and his own groans vibrating into you. His tongue starts tapping your clit, even as he’s sucking it into his mouth and your back arches clear off the mattress. You call out his name as he buries his head deeper between your thighs and shakes it side to side a little. Heat shoots through you and your thighs tense around him, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter, your pussy squeezing at his fingers.
“Getting closer, honey?” Mingyu asks while he catches his breath, reveling in the sounds leaving you and grinding his hips down into the sheets.
“Yes, yes, baby, please, I’m almost there. Please don’t stop,” you moaned out shakily. Sucking your clit back into his mouth, he shakes his head and you can almost hear him saying don’t worry honey I won’t stop. On his next pull, your hands leave the sheets, one flying to his head and the other holding tight to the arm banding across your belly. You keen as he works a third finger in, pressing and rubbing incessantly at the spot deep inside you. Mingyu whines into you, hips digging into the mattress to stave off his own climax, and starts running his tongue up and down your clit in powerful strokes. You break apart under him, release washing over you and curling your body up around his. He works you through it, slowing his fingers and lightening the pressure, keeping his tongue still for you to grind on until you’re finished.
Your thighs are still twitching and he can see your clit pulsing as he withdraws his fingers, sucking them into his mouth to get an extra taste of you. He kisses his way back up your body, holding your face in his hands and pressing a closed mouth kiss upon your lips. Your tongue slides between them, seeking out his own and he groans at the thought of you tasting yourself in his mouth. His hips press into you reflexively and he shivers when your legs wrap around him and his cock meets your wet heat. “Can you take another, baby? Do you want to?”
You’re nodding before he finishes speaking, digging your heels into his ass to pull him deeper into you and reaching down to stroke his cock before lining it up with your entrance. He has to take a steadying breath when he feels your small hand wrap around him, noting (as always) that your fingers can’t even touch. Once he’s sure he won’t cum the second he feels you, he shifts his hips and begins to press into you. You let out a gasping moan and his head drops to your shoulder, panting at the feeling of your walls sucking him in. “Fuck, baby, just give me a second. Okay, honey? Just need to stay here for a second, just for a bit,” Mingyu manages to bite out through gritted teeth.
He’s so big inside of you, reaching so deep and filling you up so well, but you try to be good and stop squirming, stop clenching around him. The squirming, you can help. The clenching, you can’t. He moans out a breath, feeling your cunt squeezing around him and knowing it’s because he’d just made you cum, because he’d just split you open. “Gyu, please move,” you whine, and taking a fortifying breath, he nods. He pulls his hips back until he can see his cock shining with your wetness, and sinks back into you with a groan. You tilt your hips up to receive him and that’s it, he can’t hold back anymore.
His hips pick up the pace until he’s pounding you into the mattress, one hand lifting your hip and the other bracing himself next to your head. Your gasps and whines echo off the walls and he can’t help but say, “Fuck, baby, I love you so much. Can’t believe you’re my wife, that I get to do this with you, that you want me to do this with you.” Your wandering hands settle on his face and pull him down into a sweet kiss, juxtaposed by his hips bruising your own and his cock making room inside you with each thrust.
“Love you, Gyu. Wouldn’t want this with anyone else, just you,” you breathe out shakily, running a hand through his hair and cupping his cheek. He presses a searing kiss onto your lips before sitting up on his knees and hauling you into his lap. Your hands fall to the pillow under your head and push against the headboard as he picks up the pace, fucking into you so deep your head tilts back and you release a string of moans so loud you’re thankful for your lack of neighbors. “You like this, baby? You want me deeper?” Mingyu groans out, even though he’s bottoming out inside you and can’t go any deeper. He’ll find a way if you ask. “Yes, Gyu, yes I love it,” you whine, “deeper, harder, please!”
Mingyu nods before hooking each knee in an elbow and bending down to kiss you with his hands beside your head, effectively folding you in half. You keen at the new angle, unable to keep up with his kiss as he starts to hit that spot inside you, the one that makes you gush. He whines as he feels you get even wetter, easing his passage further and allowing him to fit that last little bit of his cock inside you. You whine back, feeling that familiar heat rising in your belly and your pussy start to clench tighter around him, making him feel even bigger inside you.
“Honey, I’m not gonna last.” Mingyu forces out, “you’re close, right? I can feel you squeezing me.” You moan and nod in response, begging him don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop.
“Not gonna stop, honey, I won’t ever stop. God I wish I could fuck you forever.”
He looks so beautiful above you; pink, plush bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes scrunching closed then blinking open so he can look at you, hair brushing his forehead and dampening with sweat. You’re so entranced by him your climax catches you off guard, triggered by a perfect thrust and the hand that had released your leg and drifted down unseen to rub at your clit. You throw your head back into the pillow and Mingyu groans at the sight, the long line of your neck and his mark on your collarbone and your perfect mouth open in bliss. He keeps fucking into you long enough to help you ride out your release, until you start begging him to cum inside you.
“Mingyu, please baby, give it to me, I wanna feel you,” you whimper. He lets out a broken moan at your words and, unable to hold back any longer, shoots off inside you. His hot cum spills deep inside, a warm feeling spreading through your lower belly and sending your hand down to press where you feel it. Mingyu buries his head in your neck and tries to catch his breath, arm shaking beside you and his other hand finding yours on your stomach. Your fingers intertwine and he shifts back to smile at you with so much love in his eyes you almost tear up. Then he lets your leg down and starts to pull out of you and you really do tear up, hand shooting to his hip, “Can you just stay inside for a while? Please?“
Mingyu looks into your teary eyes and his face softens further, “Of course baby, whatever you want.” You send a watery smile back at him and wrap your legs around his waist again, arms snaking around his neck and hugging him to you. He settles in, bracing his weight on his forearms and stroking your hair with one hand, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear. Once your heart returns to its normal pace, you unwind your arms from his neck and start playing with his hair. He hums into your shoulder and rises with a sleepy smile, giving you a sweet kiss and asking if he can pull out and clean you up now.
You nod blearily back at him and he pulls away, leaving an emptiness inside of you and his cum seeping out of you. He returns quickly with a damp towel, cleaning you up gently before lifting you into his arms. You groan in protest but he just kisses your head and whispers, “just gonna take a little rinse, okay baby? Don’t want to sleep all sweaty.” Sighing, you nod.
You know he’s right.
The water is warm when he steps in, still cradling you in his arms. He lets your legs down but holds you up still, swaying from side to side and rubbing your back. Suspended at his height like this, your hair doesn’t have to get wet and you can rest your head in his neck. “Will you stay tomorrow morning? I can get up earlier. I just want to wake up next to you,” you breathe into his skin.
Mingyu’s heart thumps under yours and his breath hitches before he answers, “Of course, baby. I want to wake up next to you too.”
He holds you closer and with his big hands making their way up and down your back, it’s no wonder you’re falling asleep as he steps out of the shower. He sets you on the counter and dries you off carefully, making sure to be gentle between your thighs and kissing you on the forehead before picking you up again. He carries you back into the bedroom, miraculously not hitting you or himself on anything, and places you gently on the bed. Pulling the covers over your body, he brushes the back of his hand down your cheek before climbing in next to you. You immediately roll over to face him, a sleepy smile on your face and hands reaching out to pull yourself closer to him. He returns your smile, eyes barely open but full of love, and gathers you up into his arms. You both let out a twin sigh and, knowing he’ll still be holding you when you wake up, drift off to sleep.
A/N: thank you so much for reading! this is the first real writing I’ve ever posted and I am begging on my knees for feedback and interaction 😩 if you like it, please let me know by any means necessary
“cover her mouth and make her listen to how wet she is when you fuck her”
wc ✩ 329
warnings ✩ smut, female reader, some humiliation & size kink elements, mingyu is a little shit, i literally just reblogged that and wrote this immediately lmao the mingyurot is so real
“shh, shh,” mingyu coos as he presses his hand to your mouth. you can still breathe, but it’s firm enough to slow your fervent whines to little whimpers against his palm. he asks, “can you hear that?”
of course you fucking can – you’re embarrassingly wet, pussy literally squelching on his cock like you’re in a fucking porno.
it’s so dirty. your cheeks prickle with humiliation.
“hm?” he asks again, like he’s trying to prompt an answer, despite keeping his hand tightly across your mouth. his mouth hangs open, his intense gaze never leaving yours, even when your eyes start to roll back.
“listen,” his voice rumbles deep from his chest. “listen to how wet that pussy gets for me.”
as if you could do anything else. he takes it slow for now, thrusting shallowly into your warm heat, but it’s enough to have you feeling (and sounding) like you’re soaking his sheets.
mingyu’s eyes avert from yours and down to where he’s is stretching you out. your pussy looks like it’s struggling to fit even his first few inches, already gushing around his thick cock. you watch him get lost in the sight, the sound, the feeling.
“there we go,” he says to himself, satisfied with your silence. a wolfish smirk is blooming on his face, cocky, canines showing. “you love this cock, huh? listen to that pussy – she’s crying for me already.”
your head is spinning, everything is so filthy – the way he talks, the constant squelch of your sopping cunt. he inches closer to your face, and his cocky grin grows when he meets your desperate eyes.
you sob as soon as he uncovers your mouth, feeling him spear his cock deeper into you. “ahh, fuck,” you cry out, grabbing his bicep for stability.
mingyu only shushes you again, rocking above you. “just keep that mouth shut,” he purrs, lips brushing against yours. “nice and quiet, baby – just let me hear you make a mess for me.”
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Synopsis: Wanting sex is a natural feeling, it just so happens that gratification could be found in the next room with a shitty webcam and an infectious laugh.
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» j.yunho x fem!reader
» smut/pwp 18+
» language, explicit smut (smut warnings under the cut)
» after your best friend encourages you to pick up a new hobby to fill your free time, you find yourself planted in the back of a cramped art studio stuck between a rock and a hard place - an art prodigy who is distractingly good with his hands and the last credit keeping you from getting your degree.
» wc 9.1k (._.)
a/n: pls reblog and consider leaving some feedback, i thrive on feedback! pls do be nice tho i dont feel the best about this one lfkgjldkfg cheers to me finishing my semester! have yunho fic <3
tags: polyteez, f!reader, smut, idk how to tag things anymore, praise kink, aftercare, shower sex
notes: i wasn’t prepared to post anything here for a long time (maybe never?), but someone had gone out of their way to try and track down this fic for them and their friend, and they were so sweet that i couldn’t NOT post it. originally this was posted on my old account, atotheteeny, so if you recognize it then you probably saw it way back then. please let me know if i should include more tags/warnings, i don’t really remember how i used to do this lol
synopsis : in which an opportunity to investigate a dead royal ancestry, turns out to be very alive.
pairing : seonghwa x reader
themes : romcom, angst, smut, time travel. (inspired by moon lovers)
word count : 53k
“how am i supposed to live, laugh, and love in these conditions?”
“just once, please!”
you shake your head, “i’m not going to do another one your shitty pity jobs.”
to all those who dreamt of being archaeologist at one point in their life, this job definitely isn’t for you. unless you’re completely okay with being in the sun for the entire day to find a tooth, a sheep tooth, mistaken for king tut’s.
contains: fingering, virgin!reader, reader gets anxious in the beginning
a/n: this is so filthy. also, there's a part 3 already in the works, i'm not planning to leave it at the cliffhanger (it's a happy cliffhanger, we don't do angst here). the name is mediocre but i couldn't think of a better one. thanks @starlightjoong for proofreading! hi @97-liners @ann-non!
part 1 (chèrie) | part 2 (the poet) | part 3 (mon amour)
"what's wrong, my love?"
minghao's hands envelope your fidgeting ones, and you look up to meet his tender eyes. after getting dressed quickly, the two of you had moved to his bedroom. unfortunately, the journey from the balcony to your room has given you time to think, and doubts now crowd your mind, as you sit on the edge the bed in the dim candlelight of your husband's room.
nothing's wrong, you think - except, well, that you don't know what to do in this situation. all your life, you have tried to collect knowledge on how to do things - from lacing your corsets to calculating estate profits to the correct usage of fertilizers - you seek out the how-to on everything that you might need. you find comfort in knowing. you don't know what to do now; everything you were told about your wedding night amounted to some version "lay there and take it" - which doesn't seem a nearly complete instruction set. you didn't seek out other advice on lovemaking because, well, you didn't think you'd need it when you got married.
maybe "lay there and take it" would work for a marriage of convenience, where the only aim on the wedding night is to conceive. but that's not what you and minghao are - you're lovers, and lovers care how they make each other feel. you want to make him feel good, to make him feel loved.
"nothing", you answer, watching as disbelief colors his eyes, "i just - i don't know what i'm supposed to do".
his eyes gentle, and one hand reaches up to cup your cheek. for a second you wonder if he'll say something like "you're just supposed to feel good". you think you'll pull your hair out if he does.
"how about i take the lead today?", two fingers tuck a stray strand behind your ear, "you can decide what to do once you're more familiar with me".
you smile, your husband knows you well. some tension slips from your shoulder as you nod, and you eagerly move your lips against his when he bends down for a kiss. another train of anxiety creeps up your mind, and you find it increasingly difficult to ignore it.
what happens now? oh yes, you make love and you're sure it'll be lovely and all that - but exactly what happens? everything you've been told about the exact happenings of consummation amounts to "one thing goes into another and there is pain" - but you don't think that's how this night is going to go. minghao cares about you, and about your pleasure - you're certain there is going to be more to your lovemaking the bare basics you've been told. but what?
you don't know, and you've never dealt well with lack of information.
your breathing quickens from anxiousness, and minghao catches on quickly - sitting beside you and pulling you close, his hands rubbing your back as he whispers soft mantras of "you're alright" in your ear. your breathing slows down to normal after a few minutes, and you hide your face further in his chest, feeling embarrassed.
"we don't have to do this", he lifts your face to look at you, his eyes filled with worry, "i would be happy to just hold you through the night".
"no, i - ", you clear your throat, "i want to. i - i just -"
you take a deep breath to steady yourself, finding comfort in minghao's hand rubbing your back.
"i don't know what to expect, hao".
you watch as he contemplates your answer, his head tilting as he observes you. a blush climbs up your face, but you don't look away from his eyes.
"would it help", his voice is tentative, "if i tell you what i'm going to do?"
"if it's not a bother", you look down, sure that your cheeks are visibly red.
his hands tilt up your face, his eyes clear as he answers. "it's never a bother when it comes to your comfort", he kisses your lips softly, moving to stand in front of you.
"may i?", he pulls at your nightdress for the second time this night, and you nod, letting him unbutton the garment again. he pulls of his shirt before taking off your nightdress, gesturing you to raise your hips so he can pull down the white fabric.
"what are you thinking?", you ask, taking in his dark eyes as he surveys your nakedness.
"i can't decide if you look more beautiful under the moonlight or in candlelight", his murmurs are low, "i can say that i prefer you naked".
you fight the instinct to cover your body from his intent eyes, your fingers digging into the sheets beside you.
"i thought you were going to tell me what you have planned?", your voice is a little shaky.
"yes, i did", his eyes snap up to meet yours, and he climbs on the bed, pulling you back till your back rests against the pillows. he spreads your legs, moving to sit between them.
"this part of me", his hand guides yours to his erection straining under his trousers, his voice faltering at your touch, "goes inside you", his finger gently circles your entrance, "here".
you take a deep breath, not sure where to focus your attention. you know this, you realize. this is the main act of consummation, this is what you were told about. ignoring his finger on your cunt (as much as you can, anyway), you flex your hand around his length to judge it's size, feeling yourself clench at his low groan.
"do you like that?", you ask excitedly, your hand tightening slightly around his length.
"yes", minghao's voice is strangled, his head slightly tipped back as he groans at your experimental touches. far too soon for your liking, he pushes your hand away gently, smiling slightly at your pout.
"not now, chérie", his breathing slows, "i am greatly affected by you, i will be unable to make love to you if you continue".
you blink, confused.
"unlike women, men take some time to recover from their release", you appreciate his matter-of-fact voice, "you will have to wait a few hours to make love to me if i find my release now".
realization dawns on you, and you feel giddy. he's greatly affected by you.
"later?", you ask, your voice hopeful.
minghao moves to kiss you softly. "as much as you want, chérie", he murmurs against your lips, "all yours".
"as i was saying", he pulls back and his finger presses against your entrance slightly, and you fight the urge to close your legs, "i take you here".
"i know that", you swallow a whimper, "and it's supposed to hurt".
he removes his finger to squeeze your thigh, his eyes intently looking at you.
"the first time, yes", his words sound careful, considered. "the pain is reduced if you're prepped properly".
you blink, confused yet again.
"if i stretch you using my fingers", he says gently, "you'll be better prepared to take me easily, and the pain will be less".
oh. they should really teach this to women getting married. this sounds so much better than the whole "lay there and feel the pain" mantra everyone told you. why aren't there books on this subject in the library? and you've tried looking, no library you've been to has this information.
"so", you can't help the excitement seeping into your voice, "like you did in the balcony?"
"yes", he smiles at your eagerness, "like that, but with more fingers".
"then", you try to sound calm, failing miserably, "shall we begin?"
minghao chuckles and leans to kiss you, his finger deliberately running up your cunt - tracing the wetness from your entrance to your clit, as his mouth swallows up your moans.
"you're so delightfully wet, my love", he murmurs against your lips, "tell me, do you like it when i tell you what i'm planning?"
you manage to whimper out a yes, your mind focused on the slow circles his finger rubs on your clit. he stops his ministrations, and you're just about to mewl your protests when you feel the digit slowly insert in your cunt, curling slightly as you throw your head back.
"that's it, feel it", minghao's voice is distant, "you're going to be so full here, chérie".
he pulls out his finger, shushing you softly when you whimper a "no, please". he gently lifts your head, meeting your eyes as his hand squeezes your thigh.
"i'm going to add another finger", you try to not close your eyes when you feel two fingers press your cunt, "let yourself relax, it'll be easier".
you nod, taking a deep breath to try to get your muscles to relax. you feel his fingers gently push into you, his eyes carefully watching your face as you take in the unfamiliar sensation. the stretch is a little painful, but your earlier orgasm makes it much more bearable.
once his fingers are completely sheathed in your warmth, minghao brings his other hand to lightly rub your clit, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses on your neck. he moves his fingers slightly, scissoring you open bit by bit while his finger continues its movements on his clit.
"this is how i'll fuck you, chérie", he pulls his fingers out and slowly inserts them back in, cooing when you moan at the friction.
he continues fucking you with his fingers, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear as you feel your orgasm closing in, the finger on your clit quickening its pace.
"that's it, come for me", he lightly nips at your jaw, "let go, my love".
you explode for the second time that night, minghao's fingers in your cunt helping you ride your orgasm as you moan his name. he kisses your lips softly once you come down, his fingers still in you as you look at him hazily.
"i want to try one more", he rubs his nose against yours, "do you think you can take one more, chérie?"
you nod, your raspy voice whispering out a "yes".
"it might hurt", a light frown etches on his face, "we can do this later, my love".
"no, i want to try", you clear your throat, "let's try, hao".
minghao's finger very lightly brushes your clit, the touch making the sensitive nub throb. he coos at your whimpers, murmuring "i know, my love, i know". you feel his fingers pull out of you, his eyes intently looking at you as he presses three fingers against your entrance.
"relax, chérie", he moves forward so his lips hover over your nipple, "and tell me if you want me to stop".
your cunt stretches as he pushes in his fingers, the pain much worse than it was the last time. you close your eyes and bite your lip, willing yourself to focus on the fluttering touches on your clit and his mouth sucking your nipple. soon enough, his fingers are in you completely - moving around ever-so-slightly as he lifts his mouth from your chest.
"how do you feel?", his voice is soothing, his breathing shallow.
"full", you gasp, your cunt clenching when he presses your clit hard.
minghao goes back to suck your other nipple, the finger on your clit rubbing light circles as the ones in your cunt slowly pull out before pushing back in. you feel your third high approaching, tears forming in the corner of your eyes at the overwhelming sensations.
"come for me, my love", he blows on your wet nipple, "give me one more".
your orgasm hits you hard, your cunt clenching around his fingers so forcefully that it's almost painful, your head shaking as you moan incoherently, your hands trembling on the sheets.
minghao pulls out his fingers slowly and you wince slightly at the feeling, your eyes opening at the light squelching noise that follows. whimpers escape you at the appreciative look on your husband's face as he tastes your slick on his fingers, curiosity filling you at the obscene visual.
"do you want a taste, chérie?", he offers a finger to you, your slick still on it. you nod and move to take the finger in your mouth, closing your eyes and moaning at the slightly tangy taste of yourself. maybe you'll be embarrassed at your lewd actions later, but you can't find it in yourself to feel so now - just high off of three orgasms and drunk on your husband's love, as he looks at you with languid eyes.
minghao pulls his finger from your mouth and cups your jaw, kissing you slowly, his tongue meeting yours as his finger rubs your cheek.
"do you wish to stop?", his eyes are gentle, "we can do this tomorrow, chérie", he places a kiss on your cheek, "or the day after that", a kiss below your ear, "or the day after that", a kiss back on your lips, "we have the rest of our lives".
you shake your head, your eyes almost tearing up at his words. we have the rest of our lives, you chuckle, my husband, the poet.
"i want to make love to you today, hao", you move your hands to touch his chest, your lips moving below his ear, "and for the rest of our lives".
you smile at his sharp inhale, your hands sliding down to pull at his trousers, frustratedly whining his name when he pushes your hands away, yet again.
"are you planning to make your wife wait, your grace?", you sound petulant, even as you try to speak in a dignified manner.
"i wouldn't dare", he has the nerve to grin, "but we need to discuss something first".
summary: It’s a nice, peaceful summer morning in your little house with druig, so naturally, you’d want to stir shit up (aka the 2 times you messed with druig, and the 1 time he made you pay for it.)
word count: 5,339
warnings: language, domestic fluff, cottagecore vibes, no spoilers, so much smut! [d/s dynamics, oral (f), oral (m), edging, chasing kink, rough play, spanking, pussy slapping, degradation, orgasm control, overstimulation, fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex, face slapping, creampie, told you there’s a lot]
notes: here goes the first of the joycean druig trilogy! this one is based on A Prayer, by James Joyce, and it’s hands down the subbiest thing i’ve ever written sdksjdhfks big thanks to @cocoamoonmalfoy @cumholland and @inklore for giving me the fuels to go through with this! enjoy and pls reblog if you liked it! <3
Jake just couldn’t seem to get rid of the ridiculously big smile on his face, you noticed. No matter how many times he bit at his lips in an effort to conceal it, his dopey expression stayed, and so did yours. Lightly giggling, you squeezed his hand that was already holding yours across the center console of his car.
“Your face is gonna get sore if you keep smiling like that.”
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