Guys. Guys guys guys. I gotta get out my head. My brain decided to talk to itself and now I'm living for the idea of poly Joong/Yuyu. Joong of course, the hard sadist dom we all know he's capable of, Yuyu the loving, soft daddy. Imagine being a total brat to get Joongs ever enjoyable punishment, in order to get Yuyu to baby you and Joong brats and submits to Yuyu from time to time fuuuuukkkk
"Yunho, bring me the toybox and keys. Now. She's going to learn not to disobey me while I'm away.".
Yunho returns moments later, keys jingling against his wrist. Handing the items over, he gentle takes your chin between his slender fingers as your tears have already began to flow out of sheer fear and excitement.
"No tears. You've really got to start listening to Sir, my angel. You know he hates it when you touch yourself without his knowledge babygirl, let alone record yourself doing it and sending it to him at work." Yunho clicked his tongue in disappointment. Your body tenses with anticipation as you hear Hongjoong remove his belt in one swift movement, that all too knowing smirk plastered on his face by now, low, threatening chuckle slipping past his lips.
"You, on your knees, whore." He demanded, staring you down with a look of fury and disgust. "Cuff her to the bedpost. I'll really give her something to cry about, and I promise it'll hurt her a LOT more than it hurts me."
Yunho took your hands in his, giving them feather kisses as he gently wrapped the metal around your delicate wrists. "Now, our precious treasure," your body shivering at his words, "be a good girl and take your punishment for us, yeah? Daddy will be right here if it gets to be too much, I won't let him push you past your limits." After placing a soft kiss against your forehead, Yunho sat back into the single leather armchair in the corner of your shared bedroom.
"Answer." You murmured between sniffles.
Hongjoong glanced over to Yunho with a nod and smirk, his eyes blown and blackened with both lust and rage.
"I want to hear her pretty voice beg my forgiveness."
Like...I would DIE. I'm dying. I am dead.
Hello. You've reached the voicemail of PMS. We cannot come to the inbox right now, because we are fucking ded.
M has been destroyed. S has... ceased to exist entirely. (excuse me MY ANGEL i'm just--- goodbye) P has transcended, please send all contributions to the funeral to our Kofi.
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