How To Break In Your Darling 101
➾In Which: Soobin is head over heels for you and has no idea what to do. It's a good thing his big brother Yunho is there to guide him.
RATED X. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.
❥Jeong Yunho x fem reader x Choi Soobin
➯a/n: @ramadiiiisme is to blame (thank ?!) for this !!! "hey have you noticed soobin looks a lot like he could be yunho's little bro-" STAAAAHP. where'd my pants go — hhhhhanyway !! this isn't the entirety of the story her and i had our feral conversation over, not in the slightest, so there is definitely going to be a part two (if anyone is even interested😖)
♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere, smut + non-con, DEAD DOVE. RIP. non-con disclaimer: non-con is NOT okay in real life. this is ONLY EVER acceptable in FICTIONAL settings (and even then it's fucked up)
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: where the fuck do i even start, platonic yandere big bro yunho x little bro soobin, yandere yunho x reader, yandere soobin x reader, sb and reader described as a few years younger than yh, captive reader, physical restraint, forced affection, unhealthy brother relationship (distinctly NOT incest tho), yunho is a MEAN control freak, like- he's a fucking sadist, slapping + hair pulling + spanking in a non sexual context, emotional manipulation (towards reader + soobin), conditioning + mind breaking, humiliation, name calling: bitch + brat, non-con and dub-con: shy but pervert virgin (not for long) soobin, dissociating, threats (of sexual violence, none get followed through on), monster cock runs in the family ig, sloppy blowjob + face fucking, cum eating, brief somno, kissing, spit, size difference, pet names: sweetheart, pretty girl, darling / yunie, sir / binie
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18+, MINORS FIND THE NEAREST EXIT.
Lesson One: "Ground Rules"
Soobin should have known whenever his older brother asked "what will make you feel better?" when he was crying over his pathetic school-boy crush on you for the fifth time in a week. He should have said anything other than "I just want her to be with me.", because he knows Yunho would do anything to make him happy.
Maybe — well... truly, deep down, he did know what his brother was planning whenever he hugged him and kissed his head; telling him "Yunie will take care of it." But he will never admit it. Not even to himself.
Because then, he'd have to admit he's partially responsible for you now being tied up on his bed.
He stops in his tracks as he opens his door, eyes landing on your sleeping form; arms bound to your sides and legs roped together. His heart is in his throat and makes his voice come out strained as he calls, "Hyung...? Hyung!" He turns around quickly, yelping as he comes face to face with Yunho.
"Do you like your surprise?" Yunho grins, looking over his shoulder into the room, "awe, poor thing is still tuckered out."
Soobin eyes him with an unreadable mix of emotions storming in his gaze. Confusion, on the very surface — maybe a bit of fear that's coming with the realization that Yunho actually did what he thought he was going to. But just below that, a spark a joy.
"Did-" He breathes heavy, looking back over to you, "is she okay?" His first instinct is to know that, and his second is to pounce on the bed and finally hold you like he's wanted to for so long — but he restrains himself.
"Of course she's okay," Yunho says, a 'duh' like tone in his voice as he gestures the younger man into the room. He grabs your socked foot, shaking it lightly, "she's just tired from all of the crying she did when I grabbed her, I bet. Hey, wake up!"
Soobin's heart is about to leap out of his chest as you jump from your sleep. Your wide eyes are teary the second you open them, looking around frantically and stopping as you meet his stare. "Soo-"
Yunho cuts you off, an imposterishly sweet smile on his face as he looks between you, "aren't you happy, Binie? I told you I'd take care of it!"
Your eyes flick back and forth to each of them as they look at each other; like they're silently communicating.
Soobin bites on his cuticle, nodding his head towards you so lightly that you don't even notice. She's going to be scared of me now.
Yunho lifts his eyebrows, looking down at you briefly. Good.
Soobin shakes his head immediately. Not good, I want her to like me. I need her to love me.
Yunho sighs, rolling his neck out and rubbing it for a moment as Soobin starts tearing up. "Damn it-" He groans, closing the distance between them quickly and hugging him; cradling his head to his shoulder. "Don't cry, please don't cry. This is a good thing, right? This is what you wanted. Now, she'll have no choice but to love you."
"But she looks so scared, Hyung-"
They talk about you like you aren't right there, shuffling around clumsily to sit yourself up against Soobin's headboard. There's a knot in your gut that's almost as strong as the knots tied around your body.
"-but I'll show you how to take care of everything, okay? I'll teach you how to break her in so she'll love you. She'll love you so much-"
Break her in. Like a new pair of shoes or something. Like you're a puppy needing to be housebroken.
The whimper spills out of your wobbling lip before you can stop it. Yunho's head snaps towards you, and Soobin lifts his up from his shoulder slowly to look at you.
Yunho lets go of him gently, rubbing his arm as he leans to whisper, "go and comfort her."
Soobin hesitates for a moment, hands still fisting up his shirt as he holds onto him. "Go on," his brother guides him, "tell her not to worry. You'll take care of her as long as she's good for you."
You can't hear what he's whispering, so you're even more anxious as Soobin finally lets go of him and steps forward.
You've been friends with him for some months now, you'd even met Yunho a few times before he up and kidnapped you this morning. You thought he was trustworthy — cute, even.
He looks just as anxious as you he sits on the edge of the bed, glancing to Yunho as he mirrors him on the opposite side. "(Y/n)..." He starts slowly, "you don't- you don't need to be afraid. I c-"
"What do you want from me?" You sob out quickly, bound fingertips grasping at the rope on your legs for any sense of stability.
Yunho's hand twitches on his lap, wanting to smack you for interrupting his brother. He holds himself back by reminding himself that you don't know the rules yet. He'll have to add that to the already extensive list of things they'll need to teach you.
"Nothing!" Soobin shakes his head quickly, a shy hand going to your knee, "I don't want anything. I just want you to be here... with me. And-" He looks over to him for a second, remembering his words, "and I promise, as long as you're good, I'll take the best care of you."
You scoff between your heavy cries, "good? Soobin, what the f-fuck? Am I a dog? You have to let me go h-"
Yunho really twitches now, just a spasm at first before he gives in and yanks you down by your ankles; making you scream and thrash in your binds. He holds his finger out towards Soobin when he yells, "Hyung, be gentle with her!" Shushing him effectively, he leans down and grabs your jaw even as you try to shake his hand away.
"We're going to set some ground rules, okay? I'm not going to let you disrespect him."
"You guys are fucking nuts-" You scream dies off quickly when he slaps you. His large palm forcing your head to the side with the sheer force of it.
You let out a shaky breath, slowly looking towards Soobin; where he sits with a hand over his mouth and eyes as wide as yours. "Yunho," he whispers muffledly, "don't be so rough with her... Please..."
"What do you know, anyway?" Yunho hums, cocking an eyebrow as he peers over, "you didn't even have the guts to ask her out, Binie. I'm going to teach you the right way to handle your girl to make her into the perfect darling."
Your brows press together as you look at him beggingly, praying that your friend will come to his senses.
But all that does is make his cock twitch.
He looks away quickly, willing himself to ignore it, "just- do we have to be so rough with her?"
"Just until she learns her place," Yunho looks back to you, strumming his thumb over your stinging cheek slowly. There's a small flash of desire in his eyes — but it's gone when he blinks. "Are you ready to listen to the rules now? Both of you?"
You are not allowed to leave the house. You are not allowed in the kitchen alone. You have to sleep in Soobin's bed — that one gives you more concern, and Yunho notices it — or on his floor, up to you. If Soobin tells you to do something, you do it. If Yunho tells you to do something, you do it. Don't yell at them, don't curse at them, and certainly don't interrupt them again. Answer when they're talking to you, otherwise keep your mouth shut. Let them touch you — your eyes shine with tears, and Soobin's shine with something like gleeful anticipation — whenever, wherever, and however they want. Follow the rules if you know what's good for you. Punishments are decided by Yunho, and he isn't going to be lenient.
The rules haven't even had time to be put in place and you feel so dehumanized just thinking about them.
For Soobin, there's a lot less rules.
Just listen to Yunie. Watch and learn. Follow his lead and don't go against what he says if he wants to be able to make you 'love' him.
You're sobbing all over again as Yunho reaches across the bed and pats Soobin's head, smiling a bit. "Why don't you hold her, hm?"
"Don't touch m-"
He smacks you again, making you grit your teeth. "Nobody was talking to you. That's strike one. I hope you're a quick learner."
"Don't be so mean to her, Hyung," Soobin pouts as he reaches and gently cups your heated cheek. "She's just scared..."
"Show her there's nothing to be afraid of," Yunho leans back on his hands, watching close as Soobin crawls onto the bed. "Remind her of what you said earlier."
He settles over you, staring down as you sob so violently that you're starting to have trouble breathing. "If you're good, I'll only ever take the best care of you," he says lowly.
He seems to be debating something, eyes scanning your puffy face all the way down to your arms which are bound to your sides; the rope biting into your sleeves from how tightly Yunho had tied it. Undoubtedly cutting off your blood flow and bruising your arms. "Yunho-" He looks over quickly, "can we untie her?"
"Hm..." He places a hand on your foot, making you jump and catching your attention. "If you let Soobin hold you while you calm down, we'll untie you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," you stutter out quickly — and are immediately taken into his arms as his brother chuckles.
Lesson Two: "Hit Her"
He was telling the truth, and he untied you after your sniveling had stopped.
Soobin's arms are unfortunately very comforting, and you actually go back to him on your own after you're freed from your binds. You'd much rather be in his arms than within reach of his brothers.
Yunho sets them on Soobin's desk to act as a reminder to you; watching as you tuck yourself into his arms. Obviously more afraid of the older brother, and for good reasons.
He had acted like he needed help, like something was wrong with his car. He knew you would stop. You're a sweet girl, and you know him. He had you locked in the trunk before you even knew what hit you.
When he pulled you out in their garage, he was pleased to find you had hyperventilated yourself into passing out; allowing him to tie you up easily.
"Soobin, please thin-"
Yunho lurches forward quickly and grips you by the scalp, reeling you away from Soobin's shoulder even as you whimper and grab at his wrist. "That's strike two," he groans, pushing at your hands with his free one until you take the hint and let them drop as you look up at him beggingly. "Hit her, Binie."
"H-hit her?" He heaves, "I can't do th-"
"You can. You can do whatever you want to her. So, put her back in her place." Yunho smirks as Soobin raises his hand, bringing it across your face much more gently than he had. "Come on, you think that taught her anything? You've got to be rough with feisty ones like her. Like this-" You squeak as he pulls you from Soobin's lap, dropping you on the floor like nothing and keeping his death grip on your hair.
His slapping hurts much, much more. His hands are fucking huge, and he doesn't hold back in the slightest.
He steps back behind you, pulling you to your knees as you sway from the dizzying impact, "try again, Binie."
He shifts a bit before he stands up, crouching to your level. He looks a bit remorseful, which is more than you can say for his brother. But you can't help but lock onto the way his tongue comes out to lick his lips — like he's enjoying this, even if he's hesitant about it.
He doesn't hold back as he slaps you across your already sore cheek. It doesn't hurt as much as Yunho's, but it's damn near close.
"Tell her what she did wrong," he urges, going on, "punishments aren't for nothing. Only bad behavior gets punished." He emphasizes the 'bad' by giving your hair a tug, making you whine.
"You aren't allowed to speak unless you're spoken to," he says slowly, his eyes scanning your teary face carefully. You can't tell what's going on in his mind. You don't think you want to know.
"You have one more strike," Yunho hums as he crouches behind you, slowly letting go of your hair, "and then we'll show you what a real punishment is." His finger tips slide across your sore scalp all too gently for the threat he just gave.
Lesson Three: "Mutual Care"
Soobin won't stop staring at you.
It makes your stomach hurt. This entire situation makes your stomach hurt.
You're sat across from him at their kitchen table, slowly eating from the bowl of chips between you. Your crunches fill the tense silence before Yunho's voice slices right through it, "what are you doing?"
It almost gives you a fight or flight response, but your body chooses a third option; freeze. Arm half raised to the bowl, you keep your eyes low as he drags out the chair next to you and sits.
"Her stomach was growling," Soobin says simply, his chin in his hand as he continues to stare at you even as his brother joins the table.
"Ah," he nods, looking to you as well as you let your arm drop; folding your hands in your lap and looking down at them. "Did you say thank you?"
"...No."
He tuts his tongue, getting a chip for himself and crossing his arms over his chest as he chews; scanning your stiff form slowly. "Don't you think you should?"
Not entirely. 'Oh, thank you, gracious kidnapper, for making sure I don't starve to death!' "Yes?"
"Yes, so do it."
You look up with only your eyes, head staying still. Afraid to move a muscle. "Thank you, Soobin."
"Y-you're welcome," he finally looks away when you gaze at him, a blush dusting his cheeks and a fire in his gut.
Yunho looks between you both for a moment as your eyes fall back to your lap. He can see why Soobin likes you, why he's so whipped that he's blushing from eye contact with you.
You're a kind person. And you're cute, he won't deny that. And your body is so tempting. And poor Soobin is a virgin, no wonder he's so shy around you —
Yunho perks up with a smirk, leaning his head in his palm as he turns his body in the chair to fully face you. "You should pay him back. Show him some gratitude for taking care of you. Untying you and giving you snacks, isn't he taking good care of you so far?"
You gulp. You don't know where he's going with this, but you know you don't like the feeling of his eyes on you like they are — you feel like a prey animal about to be devoured whole. "Yes..."
"You should suck his dick."
Both of you immediately look to him with wide eyes and shock written all over your faces.
"Hyung!" Soobin gasps, scandalized — like his length isn't already half hard from staring at you and holding you earlier and the way you had thanked him. "Don't talk to her like that, she's a lady-"
Yunho only laughs, waving him off, "she's not a lady, she's a girl." Even though you're only a handful of years younger than him, roughly the same age as Soobin; that's how he sees you. Maybe that's why. You're the same age as his younger brother, so he sees you like he sees him. Naive, and needing a stern hand to guide you. He almost felt bad at how easy it was to take you.
"She's your girl, and she should show you some appreciation."
You hold the table instinctively as he yanks your chair back, meeting Soobin's wide eyes with your own. "Get up," he says, "in this house, we don't get things for free. It's called mutual care — if someone does something for you, you do something for them. And you don't have a lot to offer, now do you?"
"Wait, wait, please!" You grab his arms as he hauls you up, shaking your head quickly, "Yunho, pl-"
"Don't be rude. Soobin, tell her you want her to suck you off."
The younger man's ears are flushed with red at this point, hearing his brother say such vulgar things so casually. He really, really wants you to — but he can tell by looking at you that it's the last thing you want to do. Anyone could. It's clear.
Yunho can tell as well. But the thing is... he doesn't care. He doesn't care what you want to do. He's going to make it his life mission to bend you into the perfect little girlfriend for his baby brother.
"Don't you think it will feel good, Binie?" Yunho hums, cupping your jaw tightly while pressing you tight to his chest. His fingers graze your lips, pressing against them as you try to move away. He whispers low in your ear so that he can't hear, "if you don't make him cum, I'm going to fuck you until you bleed."
You freeze in his grasp, teary eyes blinking at Soobin slowly as he shifts in his chair.
"I want you to- to suck me off." He says clumsily, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
"You heard him," Yunho shoves you towards him, "remember those rules we talked about?"
Soobin slides his chair back, making room for you as Yunho guides your shell shocked form to kneel in front of him. Weighing your options: suck the semi-nice, awkward man off or get fucked by the mean, domineering one — you place your hands on Soobin's lap, making him twitch.
"Holy shit, really?" He bites back a moan as he looks down at you; caged between his chair and Yunho's imposing figure.
"Yes, really," Yunho answers for you, "she can't say no if we tell her to do something, remember?"
If Soobin minds the tears streaming down your face as you reach up and unbutton his jeans shakily; he doesn't say anything. Anything other than, "fuuuck," as he leans his head back on the chair.
"Do you know what you're doing down there, sweetheart?" Yunho asks, patronizingly. You don't answer right away, so you don't curse at him; and he gives your head a warning shove, "do you?"
"...Kind of." You aren't inexperienced — not to the degree Soobin is. You've talked about it a bit, just friends talking about their sex lives; or lack thereof. And you wish you hadn't.
Because you know whenever you pull down his pants you're going to find a monster of a cock. You had thought his friends were joking, but by the size of his half-hard bulge — they were not.
"Do what you know. I'll fix whatever's wrong."
Fix. He says it like you're a program or something of the like. Not a human who's feeling bone shaking humiliation as you grip the edge of Soobin's jeans and pull them down to his knees.
There's already a wet spot in his boxers from his leaking tip. You almost gag at the sight of it before you swallow the noise, and the burning shame, down.
You don't take off his boxers, and even though he kind of wants you to; Yunho doesn't correct you. It your first time, and you've had a shaking day. He isn't a total monster. He lets you unbutton the small opening and rests his hand on your head as if to encourage you when you choke on a small whine.
"Please," Soobin whispers breathily, gripping the edge of the seat whenever you wrap your hand around his length and free it from his boxers.
You hesitate for a long moment, holding his twitching cock as it further hardens in your loose grasp. You know you feel the weight of it in your hand, you know you do. But it feels far off. Distant. The same way Yunho's tapping on your head does as he says, "don't keep him waiting."
You look up to Soobin in one final try for mercy, but lust has already blown his pupils wide and his chest is heaving with anticipation.
Fighting back your tears, you bring your hand under your mouth and let some spit dribble onto your palm. The quicker you make him cum, the quicker you can get off your knees.
"Shit-" He curses under his breath as you wrap your hand around him again; using your spit as lube to jerk him off slowly.
"Is she doing good?" Yunho has to swallow back the build up of saliva as he focuses on your hand sliding up and down. He can't help himself — even though it's on his brother's cock. That's not what he's looking at, though; only your hand and the way it looks so small around it.
He's bigger than his brother. While your fingertips can hardly touch around Soobin's girth, Yunho thinks you'd need both hands to jerk him off affectively. He's getting hard just imagining it.
"Really good," Soobin bites his lip, watching with the same sparkle of infatuation in his eyes. You flinch a bit as he brings a hand to your cheek softly, looking up at him with a far-off look in your eyes. It makes his gut clench with both shame and arousal. "S-suck it," he huffs as he places his thumb on your chin, guiding it open.
You let Yunho push your head down. You don't know why. You can't tell. You close your eyes and let it happen.
The heat of your mouth alone is almost enough to make his virgin cock weep with pleasure. When his hips buck on instinct, he loses all control. "Goddamn," he hisses, hands coming to either sides of your head to hold you in place as he pushes further in; making you gag. Making your jaw ache. You can't breathe. He's too much too quick.
"Breathe through your nose," Yunho whispers to you as he kneels behind you. The heat of his body is there, pressing right against you, and you can feel his growing bulge — but not really. "Let him use your mouth however he likes."
And your brain isn't giving you any choice but to. Like it's on autopilot. Like it's running on survival mode — because it is.
You have no doubt that Yunho would follow through on his threat. You could see it in his eyes now. It's the same look Soobin had whenever he was holding you, staring at you. The look of insanity.
You don't know how much time has passed whenever Soobin lets out a broken moan of your name, urging you to open your eyes. Yunho has gathered your hands behind your back, holding your wrists together after you had been grabbing at Soobin's hips to try and get him to slow down.
He cums when your blurry eyes land on his. Your face puffy from the day of crying, your lips swollen and slick with bubbles of saliva on your chin.
You can't breathe again whenever he pushes deeper than before; desperate to cum as deep inside of you as he can. You panic when he breeches your throat, whimpering and gagging and neither of them care. Yunho uses his free hand to keep your jaw pried open as wide as possible, smirking at the sounds of you choking on the cum that Soobin is forcing down your throat.
"Swallow," he commands into your ear, squeezing your wrists in a way that unfortunately grounds you to the moment. "Don't be an ungrateful bitch, take all of his cum and thank him when you're done."
Your jaw is sore and your throat is burning from the heat of his release and the stretch from the tip of his cock. You swallow it. It fills your stomach with more than just cum, it fills it with dread.
Soobin's boxers are wet all around his cock from your drool as he finally pulls you up off him, letting you draw in large gasps. He slumps back into the chair, hearts in his eyes as he watches you replenish your lungs.
"Don't you have something to say, pretty girl?" Yunho hums as he wipes your chin with his thumb.
"Th-thank you, Soobin."
Lesson Four: "Keeping Busy"
Soobin let you sleep on his floor, even though he really, really wanted to hold you. And he knows it had to have been uncomfortable even with the pillow and blanket he gave you; because you're rubbing your shoulder like it hurts as you sit at the table the next morning.
He tears his eyes away from you as Yunho sits a bowl of oatmeal in front of both of you, "thank you, Hyung."
"You're welcome," Yunho smiles, and it drops as he looks to you pointedly.
"...Thank you, Yunho."
"You're welcome. Eat up." He lifts himself onto the nearby counter, leaning his chin in his hand as he watches you both. "So," he trails on, "are you going to work today, Binie?"
"Uhm," he pouts, "I hadn't thought about that..." He looks over to you slowly, cogs turning in his mind.
"If you're worried about her, don't be. I have plans for her."
You both look to him, your eyes wide and Soobin's questioning.
"We should keep her busy so she doesn't have any time to think about doing something stupid."
"Oh," Soobin nods, "that makes sense, I guess."
"Soobin-" You get cut off when Yunho jumps down from the counter and comes over quickly; leaning down to get in your face.
"Were we talking to you?"
Strike three. You can feel those words hanging in the air. But thankfully, before Yunho can say them; Soobin does something you didn't think he ever would — he puts himself between you.
He cups your cheek before Yunho can smack it, his glare is wavering; but it's there. "She's just woke up. She just forgot, right?" He looks at you so softly as you huddle into his hand for protection. It makes your heart clench.
"Yes." You squeak out quickly, "I'm sorry. I for- I forgot, I'm sorry."
Yunho rolls his eyes as he pushes off the table, leaning back against the counter. "You shouldn't be so lenient with her."
"She's still scared, Hyung. Give her a break."
Yunho is going to do anything but. You can tell by the look in his eyes as he watches you and Soobin disappear back into the hall.
Soobin lets you lay on his bed while he gets ready for work, awkward silence hanging in the air. You want to speak to him so badly. You have a feeling he'd let you start the conversation, rules be damned — but you're also deathly afraid that Yunho is waiting with his ear against the door for the very second you 'misbehave'.
"I'm going to head out now," he says lowly, standing from his chair as he finishes buttoning his shirt. "Are... Will you be good? I know that Yunho is scary, but he won't hurt you- not- not unless you give him a reason."
You kind of feel bad when you see the flash of remembrance in his eyes. Like he's been at the receiving end of Yunho's ways of 'correcting behavior'. Only kind of. Because you can still taste the ghost of his cum when your mind lingers on nothing for too long.
"Please don't leave me with him, Soobin." You whisper, as quiet as you can manage. His heart breaks a little bit.
He knows you're scared. Anyone would be in your situation. But as long as you're good, as long as you do what Yunho says; Soobin knows you'll be okay. His brother is... stern, but he isn't a monster.
He leans over and wipes the stray tear from your cheek, "just be good. And there's nothing for you to be afraid of." He's silent for a moment before, "can I kiss you?"
Your chin wobbles a little bit as you croak, "please don't."
He nods, understanding. "Okay," he places his lips to your cheek instead, "be good." It's more than a request. It's a warning.
Yunho is there when he opens the door, resting against the wall. "Be nice to her, please, Hyung?"
He doesn't say yes or no — he doesn't even acknowledge what he said. "Have a good day at work, Binie," he smiles, waving to him as he sighs defeatedly and heads to the door.
As soon as the door clunks shut, Yunho's smile is gone. He pushes off the wall and storms into Soobin's room, climbing on top of you before you get the chance to scramble away.
"I know I didn't just hear you tell him no." He growls as he slams your wrists down, each one pinned on either side of your head as your tears work themselves up quickly. "Tell me I'm wrong."
"I'm sor-sorry!" You shake your head quickly. You knew he was listening.
"Let me make this very, very, crystal fucking clear," he leans down, his nose grazing against yours as he glares into your soul, "you have one purpose in life now, and that's to make him happy. Do you understand me? Do you hear the words coming out of my mouth? You don't get to think for yourself anymore. You listen to what we say."
His tone is so condescending. As if he's talking to a toddler having a tantrum. As if he doesn't think you have the right to be upset. It makes your gut churn with humiliation, with anger.
"Y-yes." You sniffle, turning your head away from him.
"I sure hope so. Get up." He pulls you by his grip on your wrists, yanking you to your feet. "Strip."
Your heart drops into your toes. "Yunho, please..."
"Fuck did I just say?" He sneers, gripping the collar of your shirt and lifting you to his level; balancing precariously on your tip-toes and having to grab his arms for stability, "stop thinking. Stop feeling. None of that shit. All you need to worry about is doing as you're told."
He shoves you so hard that you fall to the ground, gasping as the pain radiates through you. "Strip. Only keep your underwear. Do it, or I'll do it for you and I'll take them too."
You reach for the button on your pants shakily, avoiding his intense gaze as you pull the zipper down.
"By the time he gets home, I want you to be willing to do anything he asks. We're going to work on that together, okay?"
You nod, shakily pulling your pants down before sliding away from him a bit and taking your top off. Pulling your knees to your chin, you dare to look up at him.
And you shouldn't have. Because now Yunho really gets what his little brother sees in you.
Everything about you is somehow divine in one way or another.
The tears don't just shine in your eyes — they sparkle.
He loves it when he's in control, and the way you look up at him with fear written on your face but have absolutely nothing to do about it makes him feel a bit light headed.
"Get onto your knees." He commands, staring down at you like a carnivore looks down at a piece of meat. "Hands behind your back, don't make me tie you up again. I know you think I'm a monster, but I'm willing to be fair with you..."
He steps back to give you more space, knowing you're afraid. And you follow his command after he does, slowly pulling your legs under you. Just like he thought you would. Like a frightened shelter dog, you need space to follow instructions. You'll get over that soon.
"Stay like that," he leans slowly, but you flinch nonetheless as he pushes your shoulders up and makes your back straight. "Good."
When he leans back, he seems to notice the steady stream of tears coming down your face. "Do you feel embarrassed?" He asks with a smile — not a smile. A deadly smirk.
You try to bite back your tongue, but the urge to lash out is too strong. "F-fuck you."
"Awe," he coos, soft and mocking, "your voice doesn't really carry the same venom when you're all shaking. Cute try, though~" He falls into Soobin's chair, leaning his head back. "Come here."
When you go to stand, he snaps his fingers quickly; stunning you. "Uh-uh. Did I say get up?" Taking in his words for a moment, a fresh wave of tears brew up in your eyes as you push yourself forward on your knees until you're in front of his feet. "Now you're starting to learn, keep it up~"
God, you want to curse at him so badly. You want to punch him, slap him, bite him — you want to do anything to knock him off of his high horse.
...But you're so scared. You do nothing. Nothing but cry.
"Look at me," he grabs your chin when you go to do the opposite, forcing your head up, "if you ever-" His other hand goes to the base of your skull; a fistful of hair in his grasp, "-ever tell me 'fuck you' again, I'm going to fuck you in the ass while I make your little boyfriend watch."
You don't register the last part of his threat, and he really doesn't either for a second until he blinks; realizing what he just said. You're too busy blubbering apologizes to notice the heavy thoughts going on behind his eyes.
Your little boyfriend.
Not Soobin. Binie. 'My brother'.
Is he — is Yunho... jealous?
No. No. Yunho doesn't get jealous, especially over little girls like you who don't know how to listen. Who snivel so pathetically that it makes his cock twitch — oh god, it makes his cock twitch watching you cry for forgiveness.
"Shut up." He says quickly. Almost jumbled. "Stop your fucking babbling. All I did was give you a warning, don't let that shit happen again or I'll give you a real reason to cry. Got it?"
"Y-yes."
He stares for a moment. It's deeper than his brother's staring. More intense. But his eyes swirl with the same mixture of desire and craziness that makes you feel like a cornered animal.
"Good." He says after a long second, "stand up, follow me."
Lesson Five: "Jump"
Yunho's room is messier than Soobin's.
Not dirty, or cluttered. Just messy. Like things don't have a place where they belong.
You don't mean to look. But there's really nothing else for you to do as you wait for your next instructions. You know what they will be, you've been doing this for hours at this point.
As he works at his desk, he keeps you sat next to him on the floor. Still in nothing but your underwear, and you hate that you're starting to feel like it's a normal state of dress. Randomly, at least randomly to you; you have no idea if he's timing it somehow — he tells you one thing.
"Jump."
Your shoulders slump, eyes drooping as you push yourself up. You've ran out of tears to cry, so your eyes just burn now. They sting. Just like your muscles do as you force yourself to do the jumping jacks he expects of you.
He doesn't need to explain his ways of breaking you. You know. Telling you to do unorthodox things to desensitize you. Spanking you when you disobeyed, so hard that you hyperventilated, so that you associate pain with bad behavior.
You only did it once after he explained what he expected of you. Because that was all it took. You couldn't breathe when he was done 'correcting' you with his palm on your ass. He had to wrap his arms around you to stop your intense shaking as you begged for his forgiveness.
Both of you pretended not to feel his hard-on as you finally calmed down.
"Stop."
The second the word falls from his lips, you collapse. Straight down onto the carpeted hardwood as you pant. Pulling yourself onto your stomach to hide your face from him as you feel him looking over his shoulder at you.
"Are you tired?" He asks. But you know he doesn't care.
"Yes," you breathe heavily. And you're proven right when he says again;
"Jump."
You sob tearlessly as you try to push yourself up. You try. Try being the keyword, because your knees give out under you and you fall back to the floor as he watches you struggle with an amused grin.
"I said jump, sweetheart."
Fuck you. Is what you want to say. Deep down, you know that's what you want to say. But it comes out, "y-yes, Sir." As you continue to fight with your exhausted limbs.
He told you call him that after your first attempt at disobedience. Only good girls get to call him by his name.
You grip the edge of his bed, pulling your heavy legs underneath you and taking a moment. You open your mouth to beg for... something. You aren't sure what you'd beg for, but you remember the rules before you speak; looking over your shoulder to meet his eyes.
"Something to say?" He hums, turning in his chair.
"I can't..." You shake your head, as if you feel ashamed for not being able to follow his command. But fear is more of what you feel. Knowing you're about to be in a world of pain that's even worse than the soreness of your body. "I can't," you repeat yourself quietly, head hanging, "please, Y- please, Sir... I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
You flinch as you hear him stand, just barely able to move enough to do so. "For not... for..." You whine, unable to find the right words as your mind becomes a storm of emotions and raw instincts as you feel his shadow loom over you. The words that will please him.
"Don't work yourself up again," he says slowly, kneeling beside you and cupping his hand under your chin. "You're done for today."
You scan his face wildly, searching for any twitch that gives away his true intentions. But it's soft. Prideful. A bit proud. "You did pretty good," he leans, hesitates halfway, but then his lips press against yours.
And that shocks you more than his hand gripping the back of your neck does, holding you still against him when you flinch again.
Of anything the past forty-eight hours has thrown at you — kidnapped, bound, threatened, made to swallow cum — Yunho kissing you shocks you the most. He's unpredictable. It scares you.
"I had a feeling you were a quick learner," he whispers against you before standing quickly. "Come on, let's wash you up before Soobin gets home."
Soobin. You almost forgot about him. You want him to come back already. You know he's the reason you're in this whole mess, but he's so much more comforting than Yunho is. He's so much more predictable. You kind of want him to hold you.
You let Yunho drag you up, entirely too physically and mentally worn out to do anything else as he wraps your legs around his waist and carries you to the bathroom down the hall.
Despite yourself, you flinch further into him as the door collides with the wall behind it softly. He chuckles as he reaches and pulls your ankles from behind his back, "such a baby."
You practically fall onto the closed toilet lid, biting back a whine as your bruised ass meets the surface. He catches it anyway while he turns on the water, so he looks over to you. "Hurting?"
This time, you can't tell if he's being condescending; if he knows your body feels like it's about to shut down. Or if he's genuinely asking.
"I asked a question."
"Y-yes. Yes, Sir." You ramble out quickly, looking away from him.
"You can have a bath after you wash off, it'll help," he says shortly, turning and throwing a towel at you; leading you to catch it clumsily to your chest. "Don't take forever, okay?"
"Okay..."
He gives you a finally glance, maybe as a warning, before he heads to the door and closes it behind him.
Leaving you alone.
You stare at the door for a second. Wondering if you could get away with locking it. You highly doubt that.
So you force yourself up and strip cautiously, your eyes flicking to the doorknob every few seconds until you climb into the tub and yank the curtain shut.
Immediately, you sit down. Letting the water pelt against you softly. It's such a simple thing. And that simple thing makes you cry for the umpteenth time. Loud, ugly sobs wracking your body as you pull your knees up and hug yourself.
And Yunho listens from out in the hall with a large smirk.
Lesson Six: "Comfort Her"
"Hey, Binie!" Yunho greets him warmly as he comes in, rushing to where he hears you both in the living room; the TV filling the silence.
Yunho leans over like he's putting his arm around your shoulder and gives your arm a small pinch, smiling at Soobin at the while.
"Hi, Binie," you whisper after a small yelp, looking over to him. He notices your blood shot and puffy eyes immediately; dropping his work bag.
"Are you okay?" He asks quickly as he comes to stand in front of you, cupping your cheeks softly to make you look at him.
"She's fine," Yunho answers for you, and you nod slowly to agree with him, "she had a rough day, but she's learning quick. Aren't you lucky?"
That last little word has some bite to it, but neither of you catch onto it as you look at each other. He wants to be lucky. He wants to be the one you're leaning into right now for comfort. He deserves to break you down and piece you back together.
But Soobin comes first, he always has and he always will. He's the little brother. The baby. And Yunho has to take care of him. He usually has no qualms about it. He loves caring for and guiding his brother.
Not right now. He's come to the conclusion that's he's definitely jealous. And really, he has no one to blame but himself. He could have told his some advice on asking you out, like a normal older brother, but Yunho can't help but go big for Soobin.
He hates himself a little bit for the words you say next, because he planted them in your head as he helped you dress in one of Soobins shirts before you sat down.
"I mi- I missed you today," you stumble, getting punished with another pinch to sore arm that makes you wince.
Soobin notices that time, eyes scanning over you. "Are you hurt?"
You hesitate for a second. You're supposed to answer if he's talking to you — but you don't know if Yunho would be alright with you telling him how he bruised your ass and made you do jumping jacks on-and-off all day. Your eyes flick to him, and Soobins follow.
"What did you do to her-" His anger is shut down as soon as it appears when Yunho tilts his head. He goes from raising his voice to shrinking back in a fraction of a second. "I t-told you to be gentle with her..."
"She's fucking fine, don't be dramatic. She isn't a porcelain doll." Even though you looked as adorable as one with that confusion in your eyes after he kissed you-
He shakes his head, standing up. "She's just a bit sore from some work outs we did today, you'll want to help her walk so she doesn't fall again."
"Again?! When-" Soobin pouts, taking his seat immediately and going silent in shock as you quickly crash into his side and hug him.
Yunho feels a sick mix of pride in breaking you so fast and envy in thinking that it should be him you cling to. Maybe... no. "Anyway," he hums, snatching up his drink before shuffling away, "she had a rough day. Comfort her."
He doesn't give any guidance for that instruction. Because frankly, he doesn't give a shit if you feel comforted properly. He's disappearing into his room to keep his jealousy from festering — but it's already too late.
Lesson Seven: "Fuck Her"
Soobin let you sleep on his bed last night. He didn't protest or question you in the slightest. And neither did you, remembering the pain of Yunho's hand on your backside while he asked if he could hold you.
He woke up pleasantly rested with you still in his arms. The only problem is that he's got morning wood. Right against the round of your sleeping ass.
"Fuck, fuck," he whines, quickly sliding out of bed when his sleepy brain catches up. Looking down at you, mortified that you might have felt him; he's relieved to find that you're still deep in your unconscious — completely drained from yesterday.
"Fuck, I'm sorry," he whispers even though he knows you can't hear him. And really it's not any worse than what he did to you before, but he's still overwhelming shy about anything sexual.
He bumps into Yunho in the hallway as he's hurrying to the bathroom, mumbling a, "sorry, Hyung," before he gets grabbed by his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" He asks, scanning the younger man and chuckling as he sees the bulge in his pajamas. "Seriously?"
"Shut up," Soobin groans embarrassedly, cupping his hands over himself, "she..."
"Did she tell you no?" Yunho's eyes darken, amusement gone.
"No, no! No, she's still asleep," he shakes his head quickly, "she was just... really warm."
"Wow... You're kind of pathetic, Binie," Yunho laughs, shocking him, "I mean seriously! You have a pliant, pretty girl in your bed ready to do whatever you want and you're going to the bathroom like a loser."
"Hyung," he pouts, tears pressing his waterline, "why are you so mean?"
"I'm not mean, I'm telling you the truth. How do you expect to get anywhere with her when you run away anytime something sexual happens? I practically had to make you ask her to suck you off- do you even want to fuck her?"
"Of course I want to fuck her!" He slams his hand over his mouth, eyes wide.
Yunho wears a small grin, eyes unreadable. "Let's go do it then." He turns around before Soobin can register what he said, leaving him stunned in the hallway.
When he finally does realize what he said, he's running after him, "Yunie- wait! I'm not sure- sure if I'm ready to do that sort of thing. And isn't- wouldn't it be rap-"
He shuts up quickly when Yunho looks back at him, stumbling and grabbing the doorframe.
"She won't say no." He says like it's a fact. It might as well be. He won't let you say no. He finally wants something. "I'll show you how to do it."
"Wait, wait, wait, Hyung, please wait!" He whisper-yells, afraid to wake you up when his brother is walking with such purpose towards you. He grabs into his elbow, stopping him in his tracks.
Soobin shivers.
Yunho is mad. He can feel it even before he slowly turns to face him. "Wait for what?"
"I just... I just don't think we should do this. I think- think maybe we should let her go h-" He chokes as Yunho's hand wraps around his throat. Eyes wide with terror. But it's not the first time his brother has gotten physical with him, so he's not truly afraid of him hurting him too badly.
He's afraid of him hurting you.
Last night, when he had started playing a show on his laptop, you looked at him until he asked if you wanted to say something. And then you spilled the beans of what Yunho did. Your 'workout'. How he made you jump until your body physically gave out, and how he had spanked you when you disobeyed. How he had kissed you.
Your voice was low, he had to lean in to hear you over the show. You were deathly afraid Yunho could hear you; even when Soobin, right next to you, had trouble doing so.
He knew his brother was willing to cross lines. But his treatment of you is just fucking sadistic, and he knows it.
"Hyun-"
"You listen to me, brat." He sneers, glaring down at him as their noses touch, "I did this for you. Everything I've ever done, it's been for you, ever since you were born. Are you not grateful? I could go to fucking jail for this, Soobin. And you aren't even taking advantage of what I've given you. What's wrong with you?"
With him? What's wrong with him?
Soobin blinks, confused. Dazed. "I don't- I don't know..."
"You-" Yunho laughs — scoffs. "You piss me off so badly sometimes, Binie, you really do." He shoves him by his neck, making him stumble. "I'm going to fuck her. It's the least I deserve for putting my life on the line for you. I don't give a shit whether you watch and learn or what you do."
Soobin watches with eyes wide as saucers as Yunho climbs over top of you, blankets and all, and starts kissing at your neck as you sleep. His mind throws a million thoughts at him all at once as he tries to digest his words.
Yunho knows he'll come in. He knows he'll watch. And he knows he'll take his turn after he's done.
Because Yunho knows exactly how to manipulate him into doing what he wants. He's been doing it since they were children.
He isn't surprised in the slightest when the bed dips.
HOW TO BREAK IN YOUR DARLING 101
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