that devastating hongjoong quote about how he hopes that, if our interest in them inevitably fades, he hopes that we remember we were once loved by them gets EVEN MORE devastating when you think about how possessive hongjoong is with his members. how he designed and got all of them rings and how he is always talking about them when they're not there and how he fights for them and gets upset when they aren't perceived well and defends them. how he's consistently said he wants to do this as long as he possibly can. it makes you wonder if there is a part of him that is scared that, when this all ends, they'll move on and lose interest and he's desperately trying to say please never forget how much i love you. even when this is over. even when we aren't with each other. i need you to know how much i've loved you when we're old and grey and i need you to understand that will never change. that that quote isn't just about atiny but about the people he loves the most and how his one hope is that his love is enough to last the rest of their lives. anyway yeah doing great thanks how are you today
ăsummaryă : yeosang and mingi choose a perfect for you to wear for your anniversary dinner, but it looks too good that you guys aren't even able to make it out the door before they tear it off of you
ăwarningsă : threesome duh, mxm action, kissing, massaging, praising, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, clit play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hickies, face fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, titty fucking, cum eating, snowballing(?), reader is referred to as princess, doll, babe, baby girl, darling
ăauthor's noteă : this request sat in my inbox for over a month, so i hope it was worth it.
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The smell of coffee and syrup pulls you from a dead sleep before a gentle kiss planted on your forehead fully wakes you up.
âGood morning, dollâ Yeosangâs voice is soft and warm. You blinked your eyes open to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, a tray balanced carefully in his hands. Behind him, Mingi leaned against the doorframe with a fond smile.
âWhat is all of this?â you ask, propping yourself up onto the pillows.
âWhat does it look like?,â Mingi teases, moving to sit on your other side as Yeosang settles the tray across your lap. "It's our anniversary."
"You didn't have to do all this," you said, even as you picked up a strawberry from the plate, touched by the effort they'd clearly put into the presentation.
"Of course we did," Yeosang said, his hand finding yours. "It's a special day."
Mingi produced a small wrapped box from behind his back. "We got you something."
"Guys-"
"Open it," they said in unison, and you couldn't help but laugh.
Inside was a delicate gold bracelet. It's simple and elegant. Your throat tightened as Yeosang fastened it around your wrist.
"Perfect," Mingi murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.
Yeosang brings your hand up to his face, leaving a kiss on your hand. âIt looks great, darling,â his eyes meet yours.
"There's one more thing," Mingi said, that mischievous glint in his eye that always meant they were up to something.
"One more? You've already done too muchâŠ"
"Just trust us," Yeosang interrupted gently, standing and offering you his hand. "Come on."
Still in your pajamas, you let them lead you to the living room where a garment bag hung from the coat rack, one you definitely hadn't seen before. It was from an expensive boutique downtown, the kind of place you always window-shopped but never actually went into.
"We saw it last month," Mingi explained, moving to unzip the bag. "And we both immediately thought of you."
When he revealed what was inside, your breath caught. A black dress, elegant and sophisticated. The fabric looked luxurious, the kind that would feel like silk against skin.
"For tonight," Yeosang added. "We're taking you somewhere special."
"Tonight?" You couldn't tear your eyes away from the dress.
"Mmhmm. We made reservations weeks ago," Mingi said, clearly proud of their planning. "Figured our one-year anniversary deserved something memorable."
You reached out to touch the fabric, and it was every bit as soft as it looked. "It's beautiful. I don't know what to say."
"Say you'll wear it," Yeosang murmured, wrapping his arms around you from behind.
"Of course I'll wear it," you laughed, turning to kiss him. "Thank you. Both of you."
"Anything for you, baby," Mingi said, pulling you into a hug that Yeosang joined, the three of you standing there in your living room, wrapped up in each other.
You latched the black band of your high heels around your ankle, securing it in place. Mingi was admiring you from the couch, taking in the glory of the sight of you in the new dress that compliments all of your curves flawlessly. The dress that he and Yeosang agreed would look perfect on you.
âYou almost ready, babe?â Yeosang asks, brushing your hair from behind your neck to the side. He absent-mindedly massaged the space between your shoulderblades as you latched your other shoe.
âNow I am,â you returned, leaning up. You turned your head to the side to place a kiss on his lips as his broad, muscular body pressed into your back.
âMmmmm, you smell so good baby,â his nose grazes down the side of your neck.
You caught sight of the three of you in the reflection of the big window in the living room. Yeosang, behind you, with his arms now wrapped around your waist. And Mingi, standing up from his spot on the couch.
A small smile tugged at your lips. "We clean up pretty well, don't we?"
"Pretty well?" Mingi's voice was low as he crossed the room toward you. "Baby, you're devastating."
Yeosangâs hands started to wander again, this time massaging his thumbs into the knots of your shoulders, then working down your spine. "We've got time," he murmured, though there was an edge to his voice.
"Do we?" you asked, but your words came out breathier than intended as Yeosang's hands splayed across your lower back.
Mingi was close now, close enough that you could see the way his pupils had dilated, the way his gaze kept dropping to your lips and the curve of your neck. "You're making it really hard to leave this apartment," he admitted, reaching out to brush his thumb along your jaw.
"Me?" You tilted your head, a teasing lilt in your voice even as your pulse quickened. "I'm just standing here. You two are the ones looking at me like that."
"Like what?" Yeosang's lips ghosted over the shell of your ear.
"Like you want to..."
"We do," Mingi finished for you, stepping closer until you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His hand settled on your hip, fingers flexing slightly against the fabric of your dress.
You looked up at him, then glanced over your shoulder to Yeosang. When you turned fully to face them both, positioning yourself between them, Mingi's hand slid from your hip to the small of your back. Yeosang's chest was still pressed against you from behind, his breath warm on your neck.
"We could always..." you started, but Mingi was already leaning in, and the words dissolved as his lips met yours. This kiss was different from the quick one you'd shared with Yeosang moments ago. â... stay homeâ
Yeosang's hands traced up your sides, and you felt him press closer. When Mingi finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
"Yeah," he breathed. "We could."
Yeosang turned your face toward him, capturing your lips in a kiss that made your knees weak. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek as he took his time with you. Mingi's lips found your shoulder, trailing slow kisses along the exposed skin there, his hands firm on your waist.
"This dress," Mingi murmured against your skin, his fingers tracing along the zipper at your back. "As beautiful as it is..."
"Mingi's right," Yeosang agreed, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with want. "As much as I love seeing you in it..."
You reached up, fingers threading through Yeosang's hair as you pulled him back down for another kiss. Behind you, you felt Mingi's hand slide up your spine, finding the top of the zipper. He paused, waiting.
"Please," you whispered against Yeosang's lips.
The sound of the zipper was loud in the quiet apartment. Mingi's fingers were warm as they followed the path down your back, reverent and unhurried. Yeosang's hands found the straps of your dress, easing them down your shoulders while his lips never left yours.
The dress pooled at your feet, the expensive fabric forgotten on the hardwood floor. You stepped out of it carefully, still in your heels, and Mingi's sharp intake of breath made you shiver.
"God, look at you," he breathed, his hands spanning your waist as Yeosang's lips traveled down your jaw to your neck.
Your fingers worked at the buttons of Yeosang's shirt, fumbling slightly as Mingi's mouth found the sensitive spot behind your ear. "Not fair," you managed. "You're both still dressed."
Yeosang murmured against your skin, pulling back just enough to shrug off his shirt.
Mingi followed suit, and then his hands were on you again, guiding you backward until your legs hit the couch. You sank down onto it, looking up at both of them - the way they looked at you with such intensity.
Mingi knelt in front of you, his hands running up your calves. "These heels though," he said, his voice rough. "They're staying on."
Yeosang sat beside you on the couch, his hand cupping your face as he turned you toward him for another deep kiss. You felt Mingi's lips on your ankle, then higher, his hands firm on your thighs.
The couch creaked softly under the weight of your shared desire as Mingiâs large hands slid up your thighs, his palms rough against the smooth lace of your lingerie. He knelt between your legs, eyes locked on yours with a hunger that made your pulse race. Yeosang hovered close, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw before tilting your chin up for another deep kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth slowly, which mirrored the building heat between you all.
Mingiâs breath ghosted over your inner thighs as he leaned in, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. He hooked his fingers into the thin straps of your panties, tugging them aside rather than removing them, exposing your slick folds to the cool air of the room.
His tongue parted your lips with a flat, broad lick from entrance to clit, savoring the taste of your arousal. You gasped into Yeosangâs kiss, breaking it to arch your back, but he was quick to reclaim your lips, swallowing your moans. Mingiâs hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he delved deeper, his tongue circling your clit in tight, insistent loops. The pressure built quickly, but he pulled back just enough to tease, blowing cool air over the wet heat before diving back in, sucking gently on the swollen nub.
Yeosangâs hands werenât idle. He cupped your breasts through the lace bra, thumbs flicking over your nipples until they peaked hard and aching. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, nipping at your collarbone before latching onto one nipple, fabric and all, his teeth grazing just enough to send sparks straight to your pussy. Mingi hummed in approval, the vibration traveling up your body as he thrust his tongue inside you, fucking you with it in shallow, rhythmic motions.
Your fingers tangled in Mingiâs hair, urging him closer, deeper. He obliged, adding a thick finger alongside his tongue, curling it to stroke that spongy spot inside you that made your thighs tremble. Yeosang switched to your other breast, his free hand sliding down to join Mingiâs efforts. His slimmer fingers slipped in beside Mingiâs, stretching you further, their combined thrusts syncing into a perfect, devastating rhythm. You were soaked, the sounds of their fingers moving in and out obscene and wet, mingling with your whimpers.
âGod damn, youâre so wet, princess,â Mingi growled. Yeosang kissed you again, his tongue mimicking the intrusion below, while his hand pinched your nipple sharply, drawing a cry from your throat. The dual sensations overwhelmed you - Yeosangâs mouth devouring yours, Mingiâs tongue working your pussy relentlessly while being pumped by both of their fingers. You could feel your orgasm getting closer with each passing second. Your pussy clenched around their fingers, an obvious sign of your peak approaching.
âCâmon baby, just let it all out for us,â Yeosang whispers close to your ear. Orgasm crashed over you without warning, your walls clenching around Mingiâs digits as you came, juices coating his hand and chin.
They didnât stop. Mingi lapped at you through sensation, prolonging the pleasure until you were oversensitive and squirming. Yeosang finally released your mouth, his lips swollen and red, and turned his attention to Mingi. He leaned down pulling his face away from your heat, capturing Mingiâs lips in a sloppy kiss, tasting your release on his tongue. Their mouths moved hungrily, tongues tangling, Mingiâs hand coming up to grip the back of Yeosangâs neck, pulling him closer. You watched, breath hitching, as they shared your essence.
Yeosang broke the kiss with a gasp, his eyes filled with hunger. âMy turn,â he said, voice husky, and Mingi shifted aside, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Yeosang took his place between your legs, but instead of diving in immediately, he guided you to sit up straighter on the couch. His hands pushed your thighs wider, and he buried his face in you, his tongue more precise than Mingiâs - flicking rapidly over your clit before sucking it between his lips.
Mingi stood, towering over you both, and unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness. His pants dropped, revealing the bulge straining against his boxers. You reached for him instinctively, palming his hard cock through the fabric, feeling it twitch under your touch. He groaned, stepping closer so you could free him. His length sprang out, thick and veined, the head red and angry. You wrapped your hand around the base, stroking firmly as you leaned forward to take him into your mouth.
The salty tang hit your tongue as you swirled around the tip, hollowing your cheeks to suck him deeper. Mingiâs hips bucked slightly, his hand resting on your head, fingers threading through your hair but not forcing. Below, Yeosangâs tongue thrust inside you, his nose bumping your clit with each movement. He added his fingers again, three this time, scissoring them to open you up, preparing for what was to come. The fullness, combined with Mingiâs cock stretching your lips, had you moaning around him, the vibrations making him curse under his breath.
Yeosangâs free hand roamed up your body, tweaking your nipples before sliding to Mingiâs thigh, squeezing the muscle there. Mingi looked down, meeting Yeosangâs gaze over your shoulder. He shuddered, thrusting shallowly into your mouth. âShit, YeosangâŠâ
Encouraged, Yeosang lavished attention on both of you - tongue fucking your entrance while his hand pumped Mingiâs base, coordinating with your sucking. You bobbed your head faster, taking more of Mingi until he hit the back of your throat, gagging you slightly but you pushed on, tears pricking your eyes from the effort. Mingiâs control frayed, his breaths coming in pants. âGonna come,â he warned, but you didnât pull away, sucking harder until he spilled down your throat, hot pulses that you swallowed greedily.
Mingi pulled out with a wet pop, still hard, and hauled you up for a kiss, tasting himself on your lips. Yeosang rose too, wiping his mouth, his cock tenting his pants painfully. The three of you tumbled back onto the couch in a heap of limbs, clothes shedding fully now. Your bra hit the floor, followed by Yeosangâs pants, his erection curving upward, flushed and ready. Mingi stripped last, his body a canvas of muscle that you traced with your fingers.
You pushed Yeosang down onto the cushions, straddling his hips, but not sinking down yet. Instead, you ground against his length, coating him in your wetness as you leaned forward to kiss Mingi, who knelt beside you. Your hand reached back to stroke Yeosangâs cock, thumbing the slit to spread his pre-cum. Mingiâs mouth moved to your neck, leaving dark purple marks.
âWant to taste you too,â you whispered to Yeosang, sliding down his body. You settled between his legs, much like Mingi had with you, and took his cock into your mouth. He was slimmer than Mingi but no less impressive, the head bumping your throat as you deep-throated him in one go. Yeosangâs hips jerked, a strangled moan escaping as you bobbed, tongue pressing flat against the underside.
Mingi positioned himself behind you, lifting your hips so your ass was in the air. His mouth found your pussy again, licking broad stripes while his fingers circled your clit. You moaned around Yeosangâs dick, the sound muffled, and he thrust up gently, fucking your face.
His fingers trailed down you back and met Mingiâs tongue at your entrance. Mingi pulled back to watch, stroking his hardening cock as Yeosangâs finger sank deeper. âLook at her take it,â Mingi said, voice rough. You pushed back, encouraging more, and Yeosang added a second finger, scissoring slowly.
The sensations piled on. Yeosangâs cock in your mouth, his fingers in your pussy, Mingiâs hand now rubbing your clit furiously. You came again, harder this time, body shaking as you pulled off Yeosang to cry out, saliva stringing from your lips to his tip. He stroked himself, watching you unravel, before pulling you up for another messy and heated kiss.
Mingi couldnât wait any longer. He positioned you on all fours on the couch, knees sinking into the cushions. His cock nudged your entrance, slick from your earlier activities, and he pushed in with one smooth thrust, bottoming out. The fullness made you gasp, walls fluttering around his girth. He set a steady pace, hands on your hips, pulling you back onto him with each snap of his hips.
Yeosang knelt in front of you, feeding his cock back into your mouth. You sucked eagerly, the angle allowing him to fuck deeper, his balls slapping your chin. Mingiâs thrusts rocked you forward, creating a chain of motion that had all three of you moaning.
Yeosangâs eyes rolled back, his hand fisting your hair. ây/n⊠fuck,â he panted. Mingi grinned, leaning forward to kiss Yeosang over your back, their tongues dueling sloppily. The kiss broke as Mingi pulled out of you abruptly, his cock glistening.
They switched after what felt like hours of this intense rhythm, sweat dripping down their bodies. Yeosang took Mingiâs place behind you, sliding into your pussy with a relieved sigh. His thrusts were faster, more erratic, grinding against your g-spot with each plunge. Mingi moved to your front, but instead of your mouth, he lifted Yeosangâs chin for a kiss while stroking his own cock.
You watched them over your shoulder, the sight of their mouths locked, hands roaming each otherâs chests, pushing you closer to the edge. Yeosangâs hand slapped your ass lightly, the sting blooming into heat. âCome for me,â he demanded, and you did, clenching around him so tight he followed, spilling deep inside you with a guttural moan.
Mingi pulled Yeosang out gently, cum leaking from your pussy, and flipped you onto your back. He entered you next, the mix of your releases making him slide in easily. His pace was punishing, hips pistoning as he chased his own climax. Yeosang straddled your chest, his softening cock between your breasts in which you pressed together for him to fuck.
âYes baby, just like that.â You licked at Yeosangâs tip when it neared your mouth, tasting the salt of his cum mixed with your own. The added stimulation tipped Mingi over; he pulled out at the last second, stroking himself to paint your pussy and stomach with thick ropes of cum.
With Mingi panting in pleasure, Yeosang gets off and leans down your torso, collecting Mingiâs cum onto his mouth. âMm, it taste so fucking good,â he praised, dragging face up to his to share the taste of Mingiâs release with you.
Mingi collapses into the both of you in exhaustion, coming down from his high. Without disconnecting lips, both you and Yeosang make enough room for him to join you both on the couch. Your hand made way over to his faint abs and grazed them.
âThat felt really good,â you praise them both, eventually giving into your own exhaustion.
âYes, it did,â Yeosand affirms, kiss your forehead.
After a few moments, the sun dipped to its lowest visible point, casting a faint hue of orange into the living room.
âYou both take such good care of me,â you breathed, pulling them closer. They sandwiched you between them, Yeosang's chest to your back, Mingi facing you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your arm, while Yeosang nuzzled your neck, breath warm and even.
âAnything for our babyâ Mingi mumbles with his eyes closed and a half smile. He brushes through your hair for a few more brief moments.
Slowly, sleep starts to claim the three of you, and date night was soon forgotten about.
Status: On-Going
Rating: NSFW (MDNI)
Contains: Smut, Different Kinks, smut with some plot
Pairings: roommates!ateez x female!reader / polyteez
Synopsis: You move into a mansion and become roommates with 8 handsome men who you get along with great. Nothing can possibly happen when 8 horny men live with a gorgeous girl. Right?
Please reblog if you enjoyed the fic! I will be greatful and it really helps get more readers than a like does â€ïž
