he posted this pic on his story and i dropped my pants in preparation
bsf!seonghwa x f!reader
content: teaching you how to ride, slow and wet, eye contact, choking
wc: 2.3k
thinking about seonghwa...
“never?” he murmurs, nibbling on his inner cheek as he gives you a once-over. not in disbelief, but something else. something dangerous.
you shake your head. “nope.” you shrug and pick up your phone again and start to scroll through your settings apps. “but it’s not a big deal, really, it’s just another thing to cross off the bucket list.”
seonghwa snorts and peeks over to snoop at your phone, to which you angle it away from him with an annoyed scowl. “i think it may be a little more serious than that.”
you type gibberish into the search bar. "why does it have to be serious, hwa? it's just sex."
its seonghwa's turn to scoff this time, and he pinches the skin of your calf, you swat at him with your free hand. but he does it again, and you bite out an irritated "quit it" as he starts to speak again.
"thats a bad mindset to have, y'know that right?" he lowers his voice to that annoying, mothering tone he uses with you when he thinks you're being stupid. "it should never be "just sex."
"okay yeah, but you can't be so picky and choosy all the time. i'm sure ill get with some guy and when he figures it out, he'll work with me or whatever. teach me or something." you speak of it fleetingly, like it was nothing more than a pesky errand.
seonghwa snatches your phone from you and shoves it into the couch cushions, and you sigh loudly.
"some guy?" he questions with a raise of his eyebrow. you move to fish your phone out of the couch, but he reaches out and gently grabs your wrist, encasing it in his slender fingers and rubbing his thumb over your thrumming pulse point.
"why not me?" he speaks lowly, and you snap your eyes up to his. he stares back at you with an intensity that settles low in your gut. his thumb stroked over your inner wrist slowly, and his other hand twitched at his side on the couch.
the air went thick, the quiet of his living room felt encased in a bubble, and the warmth of his skin suddenly burned.
he sees it. your thighs clenching beneath your body, the conflict flashing over your eyes, your free hand digging its nails into the cushion.
when you don't respond, he lets his eyes fall to where his hand held your wrist, watching with illustrated intent as he traces patterns against the fragile skin.
"i could show you, i've always been told i'm a good teacher." seonghwa tickles the skin of your palm with gentle scratches of his nails.
"thats what friends are for, yeah?" he lifts his pretty eyes back up to you, and something else has shadowed over them, and you feel something inside of you crack. you're aware of the way veins in his hands flow prettily under his skin.
the way his collarbones peak through the thin fabric of his shirt. the slick shine on his bottom lip where he licked to wet it. his tongue poked against his inner cheek and his eyebrows raised again to urge an answer out of you.
"c'mon pretty, don't leave me hanging." his voice is softer than usual, a new tone lacing it you've never heard from your best friend, something heated, something needy.
if deciding to have your best friend teach you how to ride dick was a bad idea, then you could mull on it later. because it wasn't long until he was sitting under you on the couch, legs spread nice and wide, his hands pressing into your hips where he held your body above him.
you straddled him, your thighs resting on either side of his, your knees pressed into the rough fabric of the couch cushions. your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the flesh of the blades.
he looks up at you through his lashes, as if you were a gift from god himself, his eyebrows knit together so prettily. "its fun up there, huh?" he smiles, dragging his warm hands up your thighs, holding you like you might melt and slip through his fingers.
you could barely keep yourself together; he was so deep inside of you. your thighs shook around him, his tip nudging against that spot so sweet and so dirty. his fingers kneaded the flesh of your hips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth with a quiet moan when he felt your cunt clench around him.
"it helps that you're, ah… so wet…" his voice cracks lightly, his cock twitching inside of you and sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.
you shiver and grip his shoulders a little harder, and you begin to lift your hips, but his grip on them tightens, and he pushes you right back down until your ass hits his thighs again, and you groan nice and low as he fills you all the way up again.
"no-no-no-no-no, baby, stop. don't lift." he presses his lips to your collarbone and kisses you there softly, running his tongue over the skin warmly. one hand leaves your hip and runs over your waist before he presses his palm flat against your lower back and pushes until you arch a little.
just enough that he somehow slips deeper into you, and you let out a weak whine when his fat tip presses ever harder against that spot.
"grind." he instructs in a gravelly, soft moan. "rock your hips, back and forth. it'll help me hit that spot for you."
you shake and whimper under your breath, but you obey. you gently move your hips forward, and the feeling is immediate, his cock drags against your soft walls just enough that it feels like pure heaven.
you move your hands and card them through the hair at the back of his head, cradling his skull in your arms as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, moaning softly against his skin as you rock your hips, nice and slow.
it helps that he's so big, each roll of your lower body has him slipping in and out of you just enough to stimulate you, but not enough to where you can consider him fucking you. his tip dragging against that spot like a constant button, your legs shaking uncontrollaby and your whine brushing past his ear like a song.
your clit lightly brushes against his abs, where his shirt has ridden up over his lower stomach. he keeps his hand on your lower back, keeping you arched all the while his other hand stays glued to your hips, pushing and pulling on your lower body, helping you grind his cock into your body.
"there, how's that feel, baby? good?" he whispers in your ear, kissing just below your earlobe as he helps you rock your body around his cock.
you nod against his neck, gripping his soft, dark hair harder and choking out a moan when he teases you with a heavy lift of his hips. then you feel as he encases your hips with both his hands again, and gently he lifts your body ever so slightly.
you squeeze his head even harder, seonghwa's soft moans shaking in his throat as he lifts and pushes your cunt back down on his cock in slow, deep intervals. "don't stop rocking those hips, keep fucking me like you want. grind, deep, slow…"
he guides you perfectly, each time he lifts your hips himself it makes you clench around him harder. you start to feel a little desperate, and your hips start to move a little faster, rocking with a little more rhythm, but seonghwa didn't like that.
one hand finds the back of your neck and grabs it firmly, pulling your head away from his shoulder and pressing your forehead to his. suddenly all you can see is his eyes, and it overwhelms you to the point of tears. you whine pathetically when he thrusts his cock up into your pussy so sharply that a drop of drool falls from your lips onto his chest.
"easy…" he grumbles against your lips, his breath fanning over your face in low, heavy pants. "slow down pretty, no need to rush." his nails dig into the back of your neck, and you shiver when he starts to grind his own hips up into you, so deep it has your stomach caving.
"if i wanted you pounded into the floor i would've put you on your back, but i'm teaching you sweetness. listen to me." his eyes fall low-lidded as you resume your slow grinding, and his mouth falls open in a pretty moan when you tighten around him, the sound of your slickness loud in your ears.
"it's your dick right now, baby, use it. do what feels good, but don't lose your head." he keeps up the torturous movement of his hips, a choreographed grind that makes his stomach roll prettily.
he doesn't let you look away, forcing you to lock in on his needy gaze while he keeps you filled up with him, nudging every deep spot, every nook and cranny of your pussy. there wasn't a single space inside of you that remained untouched.
"s, t-too, mm-" you tried to talk, try to tell him how good you were feeling but it came out in slurred babbles, and he laughed at you. his warm breath shudders over your parted lip,s and he nudges his head up, melding his soft lips with yours and kissing you deep and nasty.
his tongue fills your mouth with a purr, curling and essentially fucking your mouth with it. "it's a lot i know…" he whispers into your mouth, interrupting the kiss with a low moan when you clench so hard around him it makes his entire body fuzzy.
he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, letting go with a wet pop and pressing your hips down so hard onto his cock you thought if you looked down you'd see his tip poking through the flesh of your stomach.
"wouldn't have felt like this with anyone else, baby." seonghwa nips at the corner of your mouth, dropping his head to run his warm tongue flat up the front of your throat. "feel how wet you are? no other man will be able to make you feel this good."
his eyes lift as he sucks marks of possession into the skin of your neck, and when he sees a tear slipping down your cheek, he growls low in his throat and jerks his cock up into you rough and deep, and you yelp as the bliss shoots through you.
"oh no, don't cry. it makes me wanna be mean to you, makes me wanna fuck you til it feels wrong when i'm not inside you."
now he wraps his hands around your throat, pressing his thumbs against those soft spots that melt your brain, his eyes darting all over your pretty little blissed out face, his lips brushing against your in a ghost of a kiss.
"now lift, drop, and roll. fuck me, bunny. its yours, use this cock until you're satisfied. make yourself cum for me."
you coudln't disobey if you tried, working your body and focusing on that rapidly tightening knot in your stomach as you fuck yourself on seonghwa's dick, every delicious drag inside of you forcing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
he doesn't bother to chastise you for breaking eye contact; he knows you're too lost in it to control yourself. he squeezes your throat tighter, your moans coming choked and broken. seonghwa helps push you over that edge, groaning and purring prettily for you, lifting his hips to match your desperate movements.
"i feel you baby, pussy feels so good around me. so warm, so tight." he lifts his head to press his lips to the shell of your hot ears, moaning and sighing as you ride him to high heaven. your head feels fuzzy with the lack of air, seonghwa making sure that the only thing you could think about was his dick working you out.
“cum as much as you need,” he coos in your ear his voice low and breathless, sinking his teeth into the soft lobe. “ride me, bunny, ride me.”
you absolutely lose it, slamming your hips down onto his dick and shattering, dribbling drool in rivers as you cum. he squeezed your throat in pulsing intervals, giving you air, then snatching it from you, rolling his hips up into your cunt and dragging every drop of your orgasm out of your body.
"oh god…fuck." he grumbles in his throat, overwhelmed by how pretty you looked on top of him, blissed out over your warm, gummy pussy squeezing him so tight he almost came inside of you. "such a quick learner, baby."
he drags his hands away from your throat, cradling your head, smearing your drool all over your cheeks with his thumbs, your face hazy and drunk while he rocks his hips into you in painfully slow, high off the way you shake and whimper, your slick sticking to his thighs and his lower stomach, a messy proof of his effect on you.
"did so good beautiful, yes you did." he praises, and yet his hips never stop moving. rolling, grinding, upwards strokes that make you feel helpless, regardless of the fact that he was beneath you.
"think you can give me another one? lesson's not over yet." he bites out, grabbing your arms and dragging your body down so your forehead rests over his shoulder. then he grips your hips, lifts your body up, and shimmies his hips down just enough so he can plant his feet flat on the floor, before he starts to fuck.
hard, deep, powerful thrusts up into your overstimulated cunt that has your moans coming out in staccato chokes.
"you did your w-work, now let me use this pussy." he groans through gritted teeth, and you feel your body erupt into flames the more he moves. making you feel every inch of him, each thrust touching your brain. making you feel so good.
WARNING : actual p*rn links (be careful what you watch, i am not responsible for your media consumption), 5 links for each member, anal, squirting, fingering, riding, LOTS of doggy, some really rough ones, throat fucking, sub! idol (mostly wooyoung lowk), overstim, edging, even more!!! be careful!!!
a/n : you MUST be logged into x (twitter) to watch
THIS WORK IS WRITTEN BY A MINOR, BLOCK IF UNCOMFORTABLE!!!
★ seonghwa. p ⋆·˚ ༘ *
perv! seonghwa loves watching your tits bounce while he fucks you <3
should've known those fishnets drive him fucking crazy 😵💫
he likes showing you off and playing with your cunt in front of the members
"you said you could take it, baby"
he thinks you look so pretty sloppily making out with his dick <3
★ hongjoong. k ⋆·˚ ༘ *
he's fallen asleep on the couch, again, so you decide to wake him up with a treat
just him.
"keep going baby, good girl"
he's got you bent over the couch in the studio- letting off some steam
it's only right to help his baby out after letting him use your ass, right?
★ yunho. j ⋆·˚ ༘ *
yunho makes you take his fingers before he stuffs you with his cock
it's halloween and yunho sent you this video, followed by a text that says "be ready."
this.
yuyu loves to see how far he can push his baby <3
he's so mean :( not stopping until you beg him to
★ yeosang. k ⋆·˚ ༘ *
splitting you open on his cock is his favorite past time
stupid boy should've kept his mouth shut, now he's getting his throat fucked
long distance christmas present
finally letting him cum after teasing for hours
in the dorm w college student! yeosang
★ san. c ⋆·˚ ༘ *
he loves making you squirt
he can't help but want to breed you, even when it's 5am and he's fighting with jet-lag
"nu-uh, baby, don't fucking run from it"
making out with your cunt
"how're you gonna take my cock if you can't handle my fingers, baby?"
★ mingi. s ⋆·˚ ༘ *
he loves when you get so brainless you suck on anything you can get your mouth on
you didn't believe your best friend when she said he would rearrange your guts
"keep that arch baby"
mingi gets off to a video of yunho fucking you (poly! yungi)
you're not selfish
★ wooyoung. j ⋆·˚ ༘ *
wooyoung loves a good fight for dominance even if he wins every time
he looks so pretty cumming on his tummy
pretty boy misses you on tour
wooyoung loves being sandwhiched between you and san
「pairing」 : softdom!seonghwa x virginfem!reader x dom!yunho
「word count」 : 3.5k
「genre」 : smut, threesome
「summary」 : after years of failing to lose your virginity, you settle for a sex club. two men there give you the best night of your life.
「warnings」 : sex club, alcohol consumption, threesome, virginity loss, praise, degradation, kissing, fingering, hickies, titty sucking, clit play, oral (m and f), choking if you squint, yunho likes you vocal, big dick yunho and seonghwa, spit as lube, painful(?) first time, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, humiliation(?), pet names including baby, doll, little thing, darling, sweet thing
「author's note」 : based on this request! i hope you guys like it lol
the club was never really somewhere you thought you’d ever go. or even want to go for that matter. especially not a sex club.
after years and years of trying to find the right guy to lose your virginity to, it began to feel hopeless. so what better way to do it than with someone who is a borderline professional? a no strings attached, one and done situation. that’s all it’s going to be. just to relieve your sexual frustration for the night, and never go back.
the place is off of 23rd street. some joint your friend recommended after hearing you complain about your failed talking stages for the hundredth time. said something about “being in the know.”
security was strict and the sign up process was pretty in-depth, which kind of eased your nerves about who was allowed to participate.
the woman at the front helps you kindly, sensing your confusion. but when you walk past the desk, it is nothing like you imagined. though you adhere to the theme, you stick out like a sore thumb, easily being the most modestly dressed person in the building.
the theme is lace. you wore a black lace lingerie set that you had fantasized about wearing too many times, and a short sheer dress to go on top.
the lounge is dimly lit, smells expensive and faintly like alcohol. people are moving around like it’s their second nature, and you choose to take a seat at the bar - something to calm your nerves.
that’s when you see them.
not that you were searching, but more because they were kind of hard to miss. it’s two men sitting in an alcove along the far wall, and a bottle of pricy champagne on ice sitting between their glasses.
the taller one notices you first. his brown hair lazily pushed back with a hint of gel, his cheeks already red from the alcohol, and dark eyes that find yours across the room without any particular urgency. he looks like he has all the time in the world and is simply deciding whether to use it on you.
he says something to the one beside him.
and then there are two pairs of eyes on you.
the second one is different. softer-looking, maybe, but there’s something behind it - something comforting in the way he tilts his head when he sees you. like he already knows you’re nervous. and that’s okay.
you look down at your drink.
this was a mistake.
but before you can talk yourself into leaving, someone is beside you.
“what’s your name?”
his voice was low. it was the second guy you had spotted. up close he’s even more disarming. he doesn’t look at you the way you expected to be looked at here. not like a transaction.
“it’s y/n.” you share with a small smile.
“i’m seonghwa,” he says. “and that’s yunho.” a small gesture toward the alcove. yunho lifts his chin in acknowledgment, still seated, still unhurried. “first time?”
“i…uh…. yeah. first time.” the words fall out of your mouth before you even have a second to think.
“that’s good to know,” seonghwa says, and he means it simply. “we can help take care of you properly.”
he can sense your hesitation and nerves in the way you fiddle with the base of your glass.
“you don’t have to decide anything right now,” he adds. “we can just talk first.”
so you do.
seonghwa settles on a barstool next to you and orders something for himself, and tops of your glass while he’s at it. the conversation starts easier than you expected. he asks you small things. where you’re from. what you do. whether you’ve ever been to this part of the city before. just talking.
yunho joins maybe ten minutes in. doesn’t announce himself, just sits on your other side and signals the bartender with two fingers. closer up, he’s even taller than you clocked from across the room. broad shoulders, that easy flush still sitting high on his cheeks. he smells like cedar and that expensive champagne.
“she’s funny,” seonghwa tells him, like you’re not sitting right there.
“i can hear you,” you say.
yunho’s mouth pulls at the corner. “he means it as a compliment.”
“i know how to give compliments,” seonghwa says, not even defensive about it.
“you really don’t,” yunho replies, and just like that, the two of them are bickering over your head and somehow it’s the most at ease you’ve felt since you walked through the door.
the night keeps moving on, and keeps getting easier and easier to be around them two.
at some point you stop noticing the other people in the room. stop noticing the music, or the low lighting, or the way your dress felt too modest an hour ago. the nervousness doesn’t disappear exactly, but it shifts into something else.
yunho is watching you explain something - you’ve lost track of what - and there’s a particular kind of attention in his expression that makes it hard to finish your sentence.
“you okay?” seonghwa asks. his voice is quieter now.
“yeah.”
he tilts his head the same way he did from across the room. “you’re not what i expected tonight.”
“is that a good thing?”
he exchanges a glance with yunho. something passes between them but you don’t entirely know what it was.
“yeah,” yunho says, answering for both of them. his eyes drop briefly - just briefly - to your mouth, and then back up. unhurried, like everything else about him. “it’s a very good thing.”
you reach for your glass and realize it’s empty. neither of them moves to fill it this time.
“we don’t have to stay out here,” seonghwa says softly. no pressure in it.
and you think about the girl who almost talked herself into leaving.
“okay.”
——-
the room they lead you to is nothing like what the word room usually conjures. it’s warm. that’s the first thing. warm and quiet in a way that feels intentionally separating you from the rest of the lounge. there’s a low amber light coming from somewhere you can’t point out, and the furniture is dark and soft-looking, and everything about it feels comforting in a sense.
you stand near the doorway for a moment.
yunho doesn’t rush you. he moves to the small counter along the wall and pours water from a glass and sets one on the table nearest to you without a word.
“you can tell us anything,” seonghwa says, moving from the doorway. “if something doesn’t feel right, you say so.”
“and we stop,” yunho adds simply.
you nod.
“i just-” you start, and then pause, because you’re not really sure how to finish it.
“take your time,” seonghwa says.
“i haven’t done this before.” you say it to the middle distance somewhere between them. “any of it. not just - not just this. all of it.”
a beat of quiet.
yunho looks at you steadily. “we know.”
“does that change things?” you ask. and what you mean is does that make this worse. does that make me more trouble than i’m worth. does that make you look at me differently.
“it just means that we will go slow,” seonghwa confirms, coming around the side of your body to meet your eyes. “that’s all it means.”
you start to untangle inside. they can’t see it, you can definitely feel it.
yunho steps a little closer with his hand meeting your waist, and your nervousness starts to fade into something else. desire.
seonghwa’s hand comes to rest at your hip from the other side. and for the first time all night, you stop thinking about every version of yourself that almost didn’t come.
“can i?” seonghwa’s fingers find the thin strap of your sheer dress.
you nod.
he slips it off your shoulders slowly, and it pools at your feet without a sound. and you’re standing there in the black lace you’d imagined wearing a hundred times before tonight, and it feels nothing like you thought it would. it feels better.
yunho’s gaze studies your body slowly, and his expression immediately shifts. “you’re beautiful,” he says. and it doesn’t sound like something he’s said before. it sounds like something he’s just now figuring out.
seonghwa tilts your chin up gently with one finger, and his eyes search yours for a moment like he’s doing a last check.
“still okay?” he murmurs.
“yeah,” you say. “please…kiss me.”
his mouth curves. and then he closes the space between you, and his lips meet yours, gentle at first, like a question that already knows its answer. yunho’s hand moves to the small of your back, steadying you without pulling.
your lips melt into his, falling into a rhythm that starts to make heat pool in your body. his fingers find their way into your scalp, barely gripping to get a better angle.
yunho’s mouth falls to the side of your neck and he presses his large frame into your back. he sucks on the sensitive spot just below your ear, leaving a purple mark in its wake.
“we will take very good care of you,” yunho whispers, dragging his lips back up to your ear. his large hands snake around your body and grip both of your breasts, making you moan into seonghwa’s mouth.
seonghwa swallows your moan and uses it as a chance to slide his tongue between your lips. he tastes sweet, addictive, and you can’t help but to want more. your tongues dance across each other in a comfortable rhythm, and his hands slide down your body, to grip your ass.
without pulling away, you toy with the buttons on seonghwa’s shirt, undoing each one until you can pull it off his shoulders. revealing his chest, it was perfectly defined, along with deliciously toned biceps.
your fingers trace the smooth lines of his body, feeling the warmth of his skin under your palms as you push the shirt completely off. he shrugs it away without breaking the kiss, his tongue diving deeper into your mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that matches the growing ache between your thighs.
yunho's grip on your breasts tightens just enough to send sparks through your body, his thumbs circling your hardening nipples through the fabric of your bra. he nips at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "that's it, let us hear you," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, vibrating against your neck.
breaking away for a breath, seonghwa trails his mouth down your jaw, sucking lightly on your pulse point while his fingers work at the hem of your bra. he undoes the hooks, and yunho helps by sliding the straps down your shoulders. cool air hits your bare skin, but it's quickly replaced by the heat of their bodies surrounding you.
yunho's palms return to your now-exposed breasts, cupping them fully, his large hands engulfing you as he pinches your nipples between his fingers. the sharp pleasure makes your hips buck forward, grinding against seonghwa instinctively. he groans, his mouth moving lower to capture one of your nipples in a wet kiss, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.
“these need to go,” he grazes his fingertips across the waistband of your panties, and yunho mirrors his action, sliding them down your legs in one quick motion.
their hands return to your hips, hands roaming all over the area.
yunho's hand slips between your legs from behind, his fingers brushing your slick folds. he circles your clit slowly, making you jolt. his other arm bands around your waist to hold you steady. "our baby is so wet already.”
his fingers slide to tease the entrance of your hole, collecting the wetness. “can i put them in?” he whispers.
“mmmm yes, please go slow,” you whine.
“of course, darling,” he affirmed, sliding his middle finger in oh so slowly.
your mouth falls agape, and your head leans forward onto seonghwa’s shoulder, an instant reaction to the unfamiliar pleasure. your breathing becoming obviously heavier and more shaky.
yunho could sense that you were feeling good and added in another finger, making sure to massage them across your most sensitive patch.
“nghh,” you muffle yourself in seonghwa’s flesh.
yunho’s other hand wraps around your neck and pulls you away from seonghwa. “don’t hide now, we want to hear how good we are making you feel,” he growls against your ear.
seonghwa straightens up, his lips shiny from your sucking on your breasts, and starts unbuckling his belt. he pops the button on his pants and shoves them down, kicking them aside. his cock strains against the fabric of his boxers, a clear outline of its thick length pressing forward. he palms himself through the material, stroking once as he watches you.
yunho follows suit, removing his fingers, making you grip around nothing. he stands, towering over you, and yanks his shirt over his head, revealing a chiseled chest. his pants come next, sliding down his legs until he's in briefs that do little to hide his hardening length. he steps closer, his hand replacing seonghwa's on your hip.
now fully naked, they guide you to lie back on the plush lounge seat, leaving your heart pounding. seonghwa sheds his boxers, his cock springing free - heavy and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. he strokes it slowly, eyes locked on your bare pussy. yunho strips off his briefs last, his shaft even thicker, curving slightly as it stands rigid against his abs.
seonghwa kneels between your legs, slowly parting them with his large hands. you are nervous at first, trying to close your legs back together and hide your face. “don’t be shy baby, just let me make you feel good,” he reassures, parting them again.
he peppers kisses on your thighs starting from your knees, making their way up to your heat. he rests his palm and brushes his thumb your folds, grazing across your slick bundle of nerves.
you let out a low moan from the contact, and seonghwa looks up to meet your eyes. “you’re a sensitive little thing, aren’t you, darling?” he smiles teasingly.
without even waiting for a response, he dips his tongue down on your clit, sucking on it slowly, trying to gauge your reaction. when he sees that you have covered your mouth with your hand to try to muffle yourself, he continues.
his tongue laps between your folds at a pace that is not overwhelming, but just enough to keep you wanting more. yunho walks around to the head of the seat and forces your hand away from your lips.
“didn’t think i was going to let this hole go unused, did you?” he teased, running his thumb across your bottom lip. you look up at him with doe eyes as the head of his cock nudges your lips apart.
he pushes in carefully, though that doesn’t stop the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. his fingers trail through your hair, holding the back of your head for leverage. not pulling, but guiding. “you’ve sucked cock before, right?”
you nod in response, sucking him deeper, your tongue swirling around the underside. the salty taste of him filled your mouth, and you hollowed your cheeks, drawing a guttural moan from yunho.
seonghwa continues to suck on your clit, now adding two of his fingers inside. he drags his tongue down to your entrance, meeting with his fingers to taste your slick as his nose brushes across your clit.
“sweet thing,” yunho coos, cupping your cheek in his palm. he pushed his dick further back into your throat, until his pelvis meets your nose. the lewd choking sounds coming from you only make him more desperate.
but once he sees seonghwa pull away, he slips himself out of your mouth. hwa leans up, gripping his length in his hand, sliding the head across your folds to collect the slick.
“are you ready?” he asks, nudging against your entrance.
“mhmm,” you nod.
“words, doll”
“yes, please. i want it, seonghwa.”
he spits down onto your already soaked pussy, using his thumb to rubs it into your hole, as well as across your clit.
the extra lubricant allows him to slide in easily, your wall immediately sucking him in further. you wince at the pain at first, trying to adjust to the stretch. the look on your face indicates to seonghwa to go slower, which he respects.
“you’re doing good, baby. just let him in a little bit more.” yunho angles your face up to his, soft kisses following his affirmations.
"breathe, baby," he coos, pausing until you relax around him. "just like that." once seonghwa bottoms out, he stays still for a few moments, allowing you to adjust to the burn of the stretch. he moves his hips slowly, trying not to overwhelm you as he pulls back out.
"fuck, so perfect," seonghwa whispers, starting a gentle rhythm - shallow thrusts that build gradually. each slide sends sparks through you, your body adapting and craving more. yunho breaks the kiss, shifting to kneel beside you, his hand wrapping around his thick shaft as he strokes himself, watching seonghwa fuck you.
seonghwa picks up pace, hips snapping forward with controlled power once he has given you time to adjust. his cock drags along your sensitive spots as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, the lounge seat creaking under the motion.
yunho leans down, his free hand pinching your nipple as he growls, "look at you, taking his dick so well. our girl’s not so innocent anymore."
moans weren’t even coming out of your mouth. it was just whimpers and sounds of desperation. your hands grab on to seonghwa’s wrists as he fucks into you, your nails digging into his flesh.
your walls clenching around hwa drive him closer and closer to the edge. sweat starts to bead up on his forehead and his strokes become more sloppy with each passing second.
"gonna fill you up, doll," he warns, and with a final, deep plunge, hot spurts of cum flooding inside of you, triggering your release too. you clench around him, milking every drop as waves of pleasure crash over.
seonghwa pulls out slowly, a mix of your juices and his seed leaking from you. before you can recover, yunho moves in, flipping you gently onto your hands and knees. "my turn to fuck this pretty pussy" he says, voice husky.
his hands grip your hips, cock teasing your entrance, still slick and sensitive. he enters you in one smooth thrust, thicker than seonghwa, stretching you to your limits. you cry out, pushing back against him instinctively. seonghwa kneels in front, guiding your head to his softening cock, still glistening. "clean me up," he suggests, and you take him into your mouth, tasting the salty mix of cum and your own arousal.
yunho fucks you steadily from behind, each slap of skin against skin jolting you forward onto seonghwa. his curve hits just right, brushing that bundle of nerves. you suck harder, hollowing your cheeks, earning a groan from seonghwa as he hardens again in your mouth.
"fuck, your mouth feels amazing," seonghwa praises, threading fingers through your hair. yunho's pace quickens, one hand reaching around to rub your clit in tight circles. the overstimulation builds to a fever pitch, your body trembling on the edge once more.
“say you like my cock. say you love how good we make you feel,” yunho demands, bunching your hair into a ponytail, now pulling you away from seonghwa.
“it f-feels so good, yuyu,” you manage to piece the words together.
you can’t help but to come undone around yunho's cock, throbbing length as your walls flutter and squeeze. “wanna breed this tight cunt, your greedy pussy keeps sucking me back in” he moans, his peak approaching quickly.
a few more deep strokes and he buries himself deep and pumps you full of his release, grunting with each spurt. each movement creates a ring of white around the base of his cock from both of their releases. he finally pulls all the way out, making an exaggerated pop sound.
seonghwa was the first to move, his hands gentle as he eased you onto your back, cradling your head in his lap. “you did so well, taking us both like that,” he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring. he brushed sweat-dampened hair from your face, his fingers tracing light patterns along your warm cheeks.
yunho joined him, fetching a soft towel from the room's side table and wiping away the mess between your legs with carefully, avoiding your oversensitive folds to prevent any sting.
“thank you for taking care of me,” you admitted looking at yunho, then turning to nuzzle into seonghwa’s abdomen.
yunho sat next to you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “thank you for trusting us.”
with that, you exchange contact information, and the ‘one and done’ deal is completely ruined.
"EAT YOU UP" ── casual things about you that turn them on
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what makes them want to take you aside and fuck your brains out
content: fluff! and also +18 MINORS DON'T INTERACT some of these are suggestive, car sex, mentions of being a bit possessive, praising, public sex ?), one single case of choking, p in v
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Hongjoong — possesiveness
All that Hongjoong has ever wanted was someone to match the level of intensity with which he loves. Sometimes he feels like the term "ride or die" falls short, and he's aware it might be a bit unrealistic. He always thought it might be asking too much, too specific of an expectation to have; until he met you.
You stare at him from the corner of the room, watching him speak with a woman you've never seen before. Maybe he has mentioned her, but you doubt it. She doesn't seem that interested in him, but that doesn't really matter to you. Hongjoong can feel the hole you are burning on the side of his head where you've been staring. He can't help but to smile mid-sentence, amused. He knows that will also make it worse, especially with the way the girl he's talking to stares at his lips and gives him a smile of her own. He's psyched when he can feel you moving through the crowd to get a hold on him, watching you out of the corner of his eye.
"Can I speak with you for a second?"
You grab onto his wrist before he has time to answer, leaving the girl to deal with the confusion on her own. He lets you drag him to a quiet corner, a playful smile on his lips as he waits for you to turn around with a scowl and a slight pout. You tug at his arm, your nails digging on his waist as you hold him closer. Hongjoong bites his lower lip in anticipation, dick already getting hard with the possessive way you hold onto him.
"What is it?" he teases "What's the emergency?"
"I don't like anyone that close to you"
He chuckles, endeared and aroused.
"She wasn't that close"
"Close enough"
He bares his teeth in a crooked smile, enjoying the way your eyes harden at the mention of the girl back at the event room. He doesn't even remember her name, but he's so grateful for her friendliness. Now he gets to watch you like this.
"You need to start controlling yourself" he tuts, holding your chin and making you look up at him through your lashes.
You chew at the inside of your mouth, looking away in frustration.
"I can't help myself" you complain "I hate it when I see you with someone else like that"
He really can't help himself either. When you are so cute and greedy like this all he wants is to pamper you and let you have it your way. He pretends he's exasperated, like you are not leaving him any other choice when he drives you both back home and doesn't wait until you get to the bedroom to take you the way you've been begging him to. Lifting the edge of your dress up to your waist, pushing your panties to the side and bending you over the arm of the couch.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asks, voice almost lost between the sound of his hips thrusting into you, the lace of your panties dragging deliciously against his cock "Are you happy now?"
Seonghwa — compliments
He's already giddy when he parks the car in front of your house. Six o'clock sharp, as he promised. He fixes a few strands of hair that fall in front of his eyes in the rearview mirror as he waits. He's about to text you when he sees you approaching the car, his breath catching on his throat when he sees you walk through the doors of your apartment building. He gets a better look when you open the door and come inside. He usually would have come out of the car, greeted you and opened the passenger door for you, but he was too shocked to do that.
A large, beautiful bouquet of flowers rests on your lap as you close the door behind you. He has a hard time deciding whether to look at your beautiful face, or the flowers that sway with every little movement you make.
"Do you like them?" you ask, a bit shy.
Seonghwa's eyes are slightly wide and shinning impossibly bright as he eyes every detail of the gift.
"Of course I like them" he says, an overwhelmed breathy laugh slipping past his lips "But why?"
You shrug and look away.
"Can't I get some pretty flowers for my pretty boyfriend?"
Now, Seonghwa hates arriving late to reservations. Not showing up to them is of course inconceivable for him, that is unless he has a good reason for it. Having your legs spread open as he fucks you on the passenger seat, reclined all the way back parked in an empty parking lot is one of these good reasons. Pants barely pulled down below his ass, low enough for him maneuver in the small space. It's tricky and uncomfortable, his knees and legs struggling to keep steady, but it won't stop him.
"Is it okay?"
The worry laced in your moans makes him thrust harder.
"Don't worry"
He almost feels bad about the beautiful satin dress you had picked for your date, now full of wrinkles. The makeup he can tell you've put so much effort in is now smeared on your face, your gloss making your lips stick to his with the faint scent of strawberry. He does feel bad, but he can't deny the sight makes his cock twitch where it's buried inside your tight walls. You push the strands of hair away from his face, eyes darting around his features, intense despite the fucked-out expression on your face.
"So pretty" you mutter.
An almost pained whine escapes Seonghwa's throat as he thrusts deeper into you, nails digging on the learher seats.
Yunho - clinginess
Some people might be worried about being too much: texting too often, asking to meet whenever possible, calling every day. You don't have to worry about that with Yunho.
He wants you blowing up his phone, calling him every night to tell him about your day. It might not be that obvious at first, but you can feel the shift in his tone if you don't text him that much or insist on knowing when you'll be meeting next.
"I wanted to call you all day, but work has been... you know"
"You must be so tired; are you finishing now?"
"Yeah, just leaving"
"How are you getting back home?"
Usually, you would catch the bus, bearing the dreadful hour-long commute back that leaves you relatively close to your apartment building. There is a silence, and Yunho waits, not as patiently as he likes to pretend he is. He can hear the hesitation in your voice, anticipation seething in his stomach as the seconds pass.
"You said you are off today?" you ask in a small voice and Yunho smiles. He makes an affirmative sound.
After a few seconds of silence, his patience is running out.
"Ask me" his tone is sweet, but there is an edge to it that makes you swallow.
You feel your pulse racing when you finally ask:
"Can you pick me up?"
"Be there in twenty"
He has to wait until you get in the car with him. He does his job as a proper boyfriend first: getting out of the car and trapping you into a tight, comforting hug before opening the passenger door for you. He watches you put on the seatbelt before he leans in and kisses you deeply. You feel the tightness in your shoulders ease at the touch, and he can feel it too.
"Did you miss me?" he asks, a pleased glint in his eyes when you nod "You should tell me"
"I missed you"
He drives you back home with his large hand settled on your thigh, warm and possessive. There is something about the way he holds you, the way he easily manoeuvres the wheel with only one hand that has you clasping your thighs together. He smiles and his fingers flex, digging slightly on the plush flesh of your inner thigh.
"Just a few more minutes. Then I'll take care of you"
San — affection
There's nothing that awakens the warm, not-so-innocent flutter in San's stomach as much as a chaste kiss pressed against the back of his hand. A soft caress on at the base of his nape, knuckles stroking his cheek with a light touch while holding eye contact.
The heated makeout session with hands tugging at clothes and lip biting do work on him, but it's the calmer, slow-paced way in which you kiss him that truly sets his body aflame. The way you leave soft kisses around his face, taking your time to let him feel how much you love him with each one has his heart swelling and feeling like he's about to burst with affection. You guide his lips open, the tip of your tongue teasing his for a second before you break the kiss, diving in for another one right away. Your breath fans on his face and he draws in a sharp inhale when his now obvious bulge presses against your leg. He swallows the moan that slips from your lips with a satisfied groan, his fingernails cratching at your lower back with restrained want. They move upwards until they settle on your face, pressing it against his as close as he can, buckling his hips again to chase that jolt of pleasure whenever they meet your body.
"Can we take my pants off?" he asks, lips still pressed against yours, warm and soft "Please"
Yeosang — obliviousness
Ironically, what some would consider Yeosang's biggest problem is also his biggest weakness when it comes to you. It's at these times that he can understand why everybody finds it so charming on him.
When you ask "Are you okay?" after he's been quiet for a while, placing your hand dangerously close to his crotch. He looks up at you, surprised, only to find genuine, unadulterated concern.
"Yes, of course"
You don't notice how his voice comes out a bit strained and just pat his thigh before going back to the conversation you had been having with Mingi and San.
When you kneel down to tie his laces that have come undone. It is not enough that his heart flutters at the action, but he can also feel the heat crawling downwards when your neckline exposes your lace bra to him from this new angle. You are completely unaware as you look up at him with a fake pout.
"You are a handful, you know that?"
He can feel the blush spreading across his cheeks and how restraining his pants feel all of a sudden. He brings a hand to his mouth, covering the nervous laugh he can't stop from bubbling out of his chest.
"What's that about?" you ask, amused yet confused.
Yeosang waves his hands in front of you, telling you to not even worry about it while he calms down himself. Finally, he grabs your hand.
"Can we go home?"
You tilt your head.
"Already? I mean, sure. Is everything okay?"
Yeosang nods with a throaty, affirmative noise. You suspect nothing on the way home, but when you close the door of your apartment you barely have time to set your keys down before he's got you caged against the wall. He is not aggressive nor hurried, arms wrapping around you in what some people might misunderstand as an intimate hug. But you know better.
"What is it?" you ask, teasing.
Yeosang simply buries his face on the crook of your neck with a shy smile and presses his whole body against yours, hard on pressing against your lower stomach through the rough fabric of his jeans. The sound you let out makes him shudder, and he holds you closer as he humps you right there in the middle of the hallway. There's only the sound of clothes, breathy moans, and dangling keys that you still have in your hand, shaking with every thrust of Yeosang's hips against your body.
"You are so cute..." he breathes against the shell of your ear, and you finally drop your keys.
Mingi — desire
There's nothing that strokes Mingi's ego and makes his heart flutter more than knowing how much you want him. The way your eyes drag across his body, slow and deliberate, drinking up every detail of his stage outfit before going up again and setting on his again. Pink has bloomed on his cheeks and ears, alongside a cocky, yet slightly nervous, toothy smile.
"Do you like it?"
He sees the way you swallow before answering, and it makes him bite at his bottom lip. You are trying so hard to look composed, all while he can see the hunger in your eyes, in the way your body has stiffened at his question.
"You look incredible"
His heart swells at the compliment. Mingi can feel his body growing hotter under your gaze, and the way he can tell you are aching to touch him both pleases and makes him pity you. He wants to give you what you want. Wants you to take what's yours.
After the show, the empty waiting room remains locked, but the truth of what's going on behind it is loud enough to be heard from the outside. Mingi sits on the couch, stage outfit still on while you ride him in a way that has his head titlted back an hands trembling at your sides. His legs are spread wide, pants unzipped, and boxers pulled down enough for you to fuck him. Your hips rut against his at a frantic pace, desperate to feel all of him as your hands travel all over his body.
"You look so good" you praise with a whiny moan "Thank you"
A few more sweet words in his ear, and Mingi doesn't last much longer. But you won't stop, and he will let you.
Wooyoung — understanding
With Wooyoung, it's easy to assume playful banter and laughter might be what he feels attracted to the most. However, when the laughter has died down and he becomes that quiet version of himself that isn't in the mood for jokes or to entertain it's almost like a test. He sometimes retracts in one of his moods, and can't bring himself to be the cheerful version of himself that charmed his way into your life, almost as if chekcing if you will stay.
When he has so much pent-up anger he ends up venting to you for minutes, hands cutting through the air in sharp, frustrated motions before you grab at them, fingers curling around them gently. You listen to him, to his voice that becomes broken and incredibly high-pitched, but you never ask him to lower it. You don't pull away, instead your hand settles on his lower back, drawing slow, soothing circles over his soft skin. That's when he has the intense need to hold you close until your bodies melt together. He wants sweat making your skin cling onto his like hot leather as he rolls his hips against yours, dick buried as deep as humanly possible inside your pussy.
"More" he moans against your neck.
He continues to push forward, refusing to pull out at all and abandon the warmth of your insides for even a second.
"Can't--" you whine undernat him, overwhelmed by the never-ending feeling of fullness. You pull at his hair in desperation "Wooyoung, please move"
But he doens't listen.
"More... more--"
Jongho — bashfulness
For Jongho, it's the way he can see the obvious way he affects you whenever he amps up the romanticism and intimacy, whether it's in public or in private. No matter the place or the occasion, there is always a brief moment in which he can see the way your eyes shy away from him and heat crawls up your face.
"You look beautiful today" he says, squeezing your hand a bit tighter.
You feel yourself melt under his gaze, so soft and yet so charged. You look away, fighting back a nervous smile.
"Thank you"
Jongho loves the effect he has on you, that bashful expression that you show only to him when he makes you feel pretty. Or when he has your wrists pinned above your head and you have nowhere to hide from him. His free hand grips at your jaw, forcing you to face him as he continues to fuck you, drawing embarrassing sounds out of your swollen lips.
"Why are you hiding that pretty face from me, hm?" his fingers slip around your neck, pressing hard enough to pin you in a way that makes it impossible for you to turn your head. You'll have to look at him, with your glassy eyes and embarrassed expression that makes his cock throb inside of you "You know how much I like it. Be good"
── ˚₊‧ 💋 ɞ₊‧˚ seonghwa x fem!reader ── mdni 𓆩♡𓆪 smut, established relationship, romance, angst, tension, hurt/comfort, fuckboy!hwa, kissing, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, teasing/edging, vaginal sex (unprotected), doggystyle, overstimulation, dirty talk, multiple orgasms ⸝⸝ᵕ ༯ᵕ⸝⸝ first, we fight, then we fuck and make up <3 ── word count: ³.¹ᵏ 👠 “Your boyfriend was watching himself fuck you—holy airball.”
A/N: wrote this cause I’ve been thirsting over seonghwa (ik big shocker there) but also been having a tougher time these days but doing my best to not be defeated or lose my passion and this just came to mind. sorry if it sucks, I just needed an outlet, so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!
“Ugh! Fuck you, Hwa!”
“I thought we were fighting. Now you wanna fuck?”
The smug grin spreading across his lips filled you with equal parts disgust and dread because you knew it was as easy as breathing for you to fall for his charms.
Not today.
“Keep it up,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as you turned away, “We’ll see who has the last laugh.”
Before you could make it two steps, his fingers wrapped gently around your wrist.
“Okay, okay.” His teasing melted away. “Don’t go. I don’t want to leave things like this.”
His expression softened, those big, warm brown eyes searching yours. Fuck! No! You glanced away before they could pull you in, looking anywhere else but at his face, blinking hard against the sting building behind your eyes.
“I’m tired of you embarrassing me and making me look like—”
Your voice caught.
“Like what?”
“Look like…some crazy bitch who’s desperate, obsessed, and head over heels for you.”
“..so you’re not head over heels for me?” There it was—that stupid grin again. You yanked your wrist from his hand.
“You think this is funny and it’s not.”
His smile faltered.
“Forget it.”
“No, wait.” He stepped forward. “What do you want me to say?”
His jaw tightened.
“She came on to me.”
“You allowed it! You went along with the whole thing—buying her drinks, dancing with her.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you sighed from exhaustion.
“Your friends continue to treat me as a joke because you do.”
“My friends are assholes, I can’t control how they act.”
His brows furrowed, his hand reaching out to touch you again but you stepped back to avoid it.
“Why is that my fault?”
“Because you never shut them down.”
You could barely look at him but you met his eyes, trying to calm down but the situation made you more upset than you’ve ever been before. This wasn’t the first fight, but it was the worst.
“You pick your friends and that says everything about you.”
Seonghwa flinched, the words paining him just as much as they pained you to say, but only half as much as his actions from the other night made you feel.
“I’m an asshole and I’m sorry. What can I do to make this right?”
It took everything out of you not to slap him, but you’d never lay a hand on Seonghwa. You couldn’t—wouldn’t. It wouldn’t solve anything regardless. It would only drive a final nail in the coffin of your relationship.
You were done with the argument.
You said everything there was to say.
“You can sleep on the couch. Goodnight.”
With that, you stormed off toward the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you before he could say another word, sobbing into your hand.
Half expecting him to knock on the door, you’re pleased when he doesn’t. You fall face first into your pillow and cry to your broken heart’s content.
At some point, you must’ve cried yourself asleep. Your pillowcase, stained with tears and smudged mascara, was proof enough. You rolled over and your hand instinctively reached over to Seonghwa’s side of the bed, fisting the sheets. Why’d he have to be such a jerk?
Why’d you have to miss him? His touch? His warmth?
Even his snores soothed something inside you, and the empty space beside you left you restless. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself back to sleep, but it never came.
Eventually, with sleep refusing to come, you pushed yourself out of bed. The first thing your hand grabbed was one of Seonghwa’s oversized t-shirts. You pulled it over your head, leaving your panties untouched, then quietly slipped out of the room.
The hum of commercials coming from the TV grew louder as you entered the living room, crossing over to the couch on the balls of your feet.
That’s when you saw him—
Hwa lay sprawled across the love seat, breathing softly as he slept on his back. The glow from the television washed over his face, softening every sharp angle. You bit your lower lip. His sweatpants had slipped low on his hips, the waistband of his boxer briefs peeking out beneath the hem of his shirt.
Damn him.
You stood over him and leaned down, tapping on his shoulder. He didn’t stir an inch. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the remote and clicked the TV off.
Tapping Seonghwa again, harder this time, he finally shifted. His eyes scanned the room as they opened, then he sat up, disgruntled.
“Babe?” He groaned. “Is something wrong? You okay?”
His concern pierced straight through the walls you’d spent the last few hours building around yourself.
Damn him…again.
How did he make staying angry so difficult?
“Define okay.”
Seonghwa nodded, flitting his gaze and stared at the floor. It was obvious he felt guilty.
Good.
If he wanted your forgiveness, he’d have to earn it—and you had a few ideas where to start. You took a deep breath and held out your hand to him. It took him a moment to understand, glancing at your hand then back up to your face, confusion settling in his expression. Then cautiously, he took your hand in his.
You helped him stand to his feet before dragging him to the bedroom. Even half-asleep, he moved with effortless grace—agile bunny. Closing the door behind, you leaned your back against it. Anger and desire churned together inside you until you could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.
“Baby, I really am sorry. Can we talk more in the—”
Suddenly, cutting off his words, you closed the distance between you and lunged at him, pressing your lips to his with hunger and greed. Seonghwa’s hands slipped around your waist, tasting you with similar tension and need. Your hands trailed up the sides of his neck, fisting the hair at the nape of his head.
His tongue brushed against yours before he leaned back, leaving you pouting like a toddler who got their toy taken away.
“Wait, y/n, I want you to hear me,” he pleaded. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to weasel out of—”
“Stop talking.” You muttered, returning your lips to his.
Your wet lips trailed lower, kissing and licking the corner of his mouth before moving to his jaw and then his throat. Seonghwa let out a hushed moan, gripping the hem of your shirt tightly.
“I just want you to know…I know I was wrong and—”
“I have something better for that mouth to do other than yap.”
Hwa raised an eyebrow, curiosity briefly eclipsing the guilt in his eyes.
“I want you to do that thing…” You both stood in silence for a beat, “…with your tongue. Now.”
That cheeky smile of his made a quick comeback. He made short work of guiding you backward toward the bed until the back of your legs hit the bed frame and your butt plopped down on the mattress. He sank to his knees and hoisted your legs above his shoulders, drawing you back on your forearms.
“Your wish is my command, princess,” he cooed.
His fingers tightened around your thigh as Seonghwa pushed your legs apart and placed slow, tantalizing kisses up your inner thigh until he got to the crease of your hip. His nose grazed along your panty line, lightly kissing the wet splotch of fabric. It drove you crazy.
You caressed his bicep roughly, crescent shapes indenting his skin from your nails.
“Stop teasing, Hwa,” you let out breathlessly.
He lifted his head and sweetly nipped the inside of your thigh.
“But, baby, teasing is the best part…” He rubbed two of his long fingers in circles over the damp cotton, playing delicately with your covered clit.
Your thighs shook slightly in his strong hands. Seonghwa ignored the way you squirmed, heat rushing from your core to your face. Switching his fingers with his lips, he licked a hot stripe up the cloth and sucked at the sensitive bud.
Goddamnit. Your head grew fuzzy, blood pounding in your ears. Seonghwa let out a low laugh as you whimpered, desperate for him to latch his tongue directly to your aching flesh. Your fingernails left angry red marks as they scratched along his arm.
“So wet for me already, I see.” He boasted, nuzzling his face deeper into your soaked panties like a man starved.
“F-fuck you…Hwa…”
“All in good time, y/n.” He tangled his fingers in the strings of your underwear. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”
You did as he instructed before he slipped them down your legs, tossing them to the floor. He studied the juicy center between your hips, practically drooling at the sight. His gaze lifted to meet yours before he lowered his head once more, gliding his tongue up and down your pussy once. Your head tipped back, your entire body igniting like a flame.
“Please…”
“Please what?” He asked coyly. “Use your words, baby.”
“Please…eat me...” you whispered, clawing at his hand.
He buried his head, tongue parting through your folds and circling the bundle of nerves that begged for his attention. Seonghwa continued edging you, his tongue traveling everywhere but where you craved.
He knew exactly how to rile you up.
His mouth resumed the task at hand with renewed eagerness, and your choked gasps filled the room.
“H-hwa..” you moaned, but it was a broken, whiny sound from the back of your throat as your fingers twisted in his golden locks.
Your hips rutted up as his tongue worked you, a mixture of your wetness and his saliva dripping heavily down his chin. Each tug at his hair only spurred him on. He growled against you, sending vibrations through your core. Your toes curled at the overwhelming tension.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he rasped drunkenly.
Words abandoned you. All that came out was incoherent, meaningless babbling. His mouth moved to suck at your throbbing clit with endearing focus, the scorching pleasure blinding you.
Then he did it—that thing you loved most. His tongue slid into you, far as it could into your hot, wet core. His hand resting on your gut to hold you in place as you trembled.
“Hwa—” you cried out, gripping his hand frantically, grinding down as his nose hit your clit with each motion, his name tumbling from your lips. “P-please don’t stop.”
He sucked gingerly at your aching bud, swiveling his tongue flat like a brush in a painter's hand along your insides. The coil in your stomach knotted fast, the relentless attention to your clit sending unbearable sensations rippling through your body.
As the fire in your abdomen spread, an uncontrolled instinct to run away from him coursed through you, your hand shoving his forehead in weak effort.
He kept you exactly where you were.
His shoulders pressed your thighs further back as he moaned into you, keeping his mouth latched to you and his view unobstructed. Seonghwa liked to watch you fall apart. His gaze stayed fixed on your face as it lit up with delight.
The orgasm ripped through you as your eyes shut, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. You rode his tongue in a frenzy with the intense waves rushing through you. Silvery strings of spit and arousal broke as he pulled away. As the white haze faded from your vision, you caught the shine of it on his swollen lips.
Seonghwa stood over you, breathing heavily, taking in the aftermath of you coming undone.
“Fuck…” you panted, flicking your foot softly and pressing your toes to his crotch, teasing the bulge.
Seonghwa was rock hard, his cock pulsing to be freed.
“Flip over and get on your stomach,” his voice was delicate yet commanding as he pulled his sweats down by the waist, "I'm not done with you yet.”
You obeyed immediately, folding yourself over the side of the bed until your feet touched the cold wooden floor.
You barely heard him come up behind you.
Not until his cock pushed inside you, thick and unyielding, and stretched you open inch by inch. Your fingers dug into the bedsheets as the pressure built in your stomach with every snap of hips.
“Oh, y/n, you feel so fucking perfect…” his hands squeezed your waist to steady you as he bottomed out inside you.
The slick, heated squelching and your muffled cries as you stuffed your face in the mattress was all you could hear. Your legs threatened to give out under the weight of his thrusts. The burning friction was sharp, delicious, and intoxicating.
Your soaked cunt fluttered helplessly around him as he rolled his hips gradually, setting an intense but frustrating pace. Your breath hitched when you turned your head to the side, purring raggedly as Seonghwa stuffed you to an all too familiar fullness.
“You like that baby? Hmm, does this feel good?”
He knows you can’t answer.
Bastard.
Everything blurred into white as your body was entranced with fiery bliss, the next orgasm knocking on your belly with searing passion, but that’s when you saw it…
The mirror.
The reflection of the two of you staring back.
Your eyes widened at the sight.
(A few weeks ago, Seonghwa came home with the largest and gaudiest mirror you’d ever seen. A chrome silver frame adorned with red roses and thorny vines surrounded the glass, and he propped it against the wall across from the bed.
You hated it.
He loved it.
So, it stayed—but you didn’t understand why…until now.)
Seonghwa stared into the mirror, lustfully pumping in and out of you, a slow smirk creeping across his face as his eyes locked with yours in the reflection. His dark demeanor was animalistic and carnal and…painfully sexy.
Your boyfriend was watching himself fuck you.
Holy airball.
“You’re taking me so good, princess...”
Seonghwa raised your leg, guiding your knee onto the bed. Your eyes rolled back as he pushed deeper into you. One hand gripped the back of your thigh. The other seized the back of your neck, forcing your face into the bedding.
“Fuck…Seonghwa…oh my go—” you whined, feeling your ass bounce against his groin, “I’m c-close…don’t…s-stop…”
Low, wild groans tore from his chest as he quickened his rhythm.
Each thrust felt like an imprint in your pussy—like he was reclaiming you completely as his.
“That’s it, y/n. Cum for me, cum all over my cock,” he grunted.
Those words shoved you right over the edge.
For a second time, a choked sob bursted out of you as your walls clenched around Seonghwa’s length, causing his hips to stutter.
Stars sparkled behind your eyes, and it hit you that this was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had.
(The memory flickered—Seonghwa had you pinned against a fence in the backyard of his family home—mind-blowing, but this surpassed it.)
“S-shit, holy s-shit…” his deep voice broke, your name dribbling wrecked and raw through his lips as you cum around him.
His head tilted back and hips stilled, spilling his seed inside you, slowly pushing back and forth as you milked every last drop from him.
The only sound was the both of you breathing as he stopped and rested against you.
Seonghwa stayed inside you for a second longer before pulling himself out sluggishly. He fell to his knees, gaze dropping on his cum leaking out of your cunt.
Your body, heavy and flooded, collapsed before you carefully crawled along the bed, attempting to shift away and put some distance between you and your sex demon boyfriend.
It was too late.
Hwa was ravenous.
He followed instantly.
“Nu-uh, come back here.” Seonghwa grabbed your waist and pulled you back.
He greeted you with a sizzling, sticky lick up your drenched core and you yelped at the sudden contact.
He didn’t slow down. Standing over you, he closed the distance again and shoved his finger inside you without warning.
“I have to see you cum one more time.”
“Seonghwa…” you mewled, thighs shaking from the overstimulation.
He added a second ring-clad finger for good measure, the cool metal roughly pressing into your flesh. Hwa drove his fingers further inside you, flexing them and hitting your sweet spot.
Your screams of ecstasy fueled him.
His fingers split you with reckless abandon. Your thoughts dissolved as juices trickled from your cunt, coating his hand and puddling onto the floor.
A piercing slap stung your ass cheek before Seonghwa rubbed the sore skin.
“Good girl. You’re doing very well,” he praised, his thumb playing with your clit in tandem with his strokes.
“Oh my god…”
It was too much.
A strangled noise tumbled from your mouth as the knot in your stomach shattered and released your third orgasm fiercely, your pussy spasming around his digits until he pulled them out.
You quivered tensely, swallowing hard before going limp.
Thick spurts of cum, his and yours, seeped between your legs.
The rest of the night, you and Seonghwa lay together in bed, cuddling with his second erection engulfed by your wet heat. Arms wrapped around each other as he moaned lovingly into your ear.
You were kissing and sucking sloppily all over his neck and throat, leaving these reddish purple splotches on his skin.
Marking your territory.
“Baby…fuck…” Every time he moaned, his cock twitched against your spongy walls.
It made you giggle.
“I want to apologize…please…”
Your head lifted as you met his eyes, ready to finally hear him.
“I’m sorry I made you feel like shit. I promise it won’t happen again.” Seonghwa whispered, appearing extremely sincere.
“I know, Hwa…and I forgive you.”
His face lights up, giving you a short kiss on your lips with the utmost satisfaction. You continued biting at his bruised throat, giving kitten licks in between to soothe the stings.
He meant too much to you to let go of.
He just needed to respect you more.
“But you’ll have to prove that it’s earned with your actions.”
“Didn’t I do that like half an hour ago? You came three times?”
“Shut up,” you tried to stifle your laugh but it came out anyway as you punched him playfully in the chest.
“I will, baby. I swear. I love you too much to—”
Seonghwa’s words cut off as his eyes grew wide.
“I mean…fuck. I shouldn’t have said that. I, uhm...”
You took his face with both hands and kissed him tenderly. It was filled with passion, tongues massaging together as your mouths rolled over each other.
genre: smut (with cute bits in it, again), best friends to ???
word count: 6k (got a lil into this one lmao)
summary: When you get a new order of lingerie, who better to call in than the most fashionable person you know, your best friend, Seonghwa! You had been friends for so long that there wasn't anything you wouldn't do together, but perhaps you should've thought twice about the fact that you'd be dolled up in lace and modeling for a man who has always been very easy on the eyes. What could go wrong?
warnings: unprotected sex (pls wrap it up irl i beg), needy!reader (you want it oh so bad), dirty talk (Seonghwa loses it a little), Seonghwa calls reader petnames (doll and good girl), breeding/accidental creampie (dont do that!!! reader is cool with it though), p in v sex, marking (hickeys specifically), mating press, rough sex
author's note: Super excited to share this one because not only is it my first Seonghwa fic but it's the first installment of an ot8 series I'm starting called Friendly Favors! Each member will have their own part following the same premise, but each story will be unique to them. One down, 7 to go! I hope you enjoy this one!
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Seonghwa is one of the most fashionable people you know. Every single time you two made plans to step out on the town, he would show up in a look that belonged in Vogue or on a runway during Paris Fashion Week. He's helped you craft jaw-dropping, traffic-stopping outfits for first dates plenty of times, and even if the dates went to shit, at least you looked good enough to get some compliments (and sometimes even a phone number) on your way back to your car. So when your order of new lingerie sets arrived, of course the first thing you did was call Seonghwa to your place so he could help you decide which to keep and which to return.
Which brings you to the current moment; Seonghwa leaning against the headboard as he sits on your bed, and you rifling through your choices.
"Pick a color." You say distractedly as you pour the contents of your laundry hamper onto the sheets. Seonghwa chuckles to himself as he watches your hands move faster than your brain could process. Always an excited one you were. Cute. At least to him.
"Blue." He responds, crossing his legs.
You pull out the first blue article of clothing you find, a floral embroidery set. What pulled you to this set was the fact it came with a garter belt as well, and you enjoyed thigh highs perhaps a little too much.
"Close your eyes." You call over your shoulder as you start taking off your shirt.
You don't check to see if Seonghwa is actually doing it or not, you knew he would. Sure, he was going to see you basically naked in a few seconds but that didn't mean he needed to see everything laid bare. You could still cling to a small bit of your dignity knowing he hasn't seen your bits entirely bare.
After some final adjustments to make sure no strap was twisted and the belt wouldn't snag on your thong, you turn to the mirror and do a full 360 spin to look over yourself. The blue and white lace with gold accents complemented your skin nicely. Filling the space between the gorgeous embroidered patterns was see-through white lace that left little to the imagination. The design covered your nipples but parts of your areolas were clearly visible. Thankfully the see-through portion of the thong cut off before your pussy would show, only the upper mound area was peeking out from the lace, but it was still a lot to show and much too belatedly you start reconsidering whether you should show Seonghwa. He was your best friend without a doubt and he wouldn't make this weird, if you thought for even a second he would then you wouldn't have invited him over.
But this? Maybe it was too much to show him even as a best friend.
"You alright?"
Seonghwa's voice breaks your train of thought and you whip around to face him. His eyes were still closed as you expected they'd be.
"Oh! Yeah I, um..." You trail off, unsure of what to say anymore as you glance in the mirror one more time. You were welcomed with the sight of your very bare ass in the pretty lace thong you had on, "Not sure if this one is for me."
"I bet you look beautiful, you look pretty in everything you've ever worn."
For reasons you can't really put your finger on in this moment, that reply makes your face grow hot. You shake your head, trying to remove whatever weird feeling settled into your chest. It was just Hwa being Hwa, nothing else.
"Even that neon orange dress that reminded me of the Lorax." Seonghwa continues, a small smile on his lips as you burst into laughter like he hoped you would.
"Okay fuck you, I wanted to try something new." You cross your arms with a small pout and Seonghwa chuckles to himself as he turns his head in your direction but keeps his eyes shut.
"It was new! And truthfully it looked worse online than it did on you. You just look good in general. That's how I know you look great in whatever blue set you put on. Let me see you, please?"
His voice was so gentle, so sweet, gently coaxing you out of whatever mental pit you put yourself in. Seonghwa was always good at that, being the most reassuring person in your life who made you feel like you can conquer everything. Even this little moment where you're suddenly feeling slightly out of your comfort zone despite this lace being some of the softest fabric you've ever felt. You take a deep breath to steel yourself before responding in what you hope is a normal tone of voice.
"Okay. You can look."
Your best friend's eyes open, a trace of amusement still in them from his earlier comment, but then his eyes graze over your entire body - slowly, carefully, his gaze turns analytical. You were no stranger to Seonghwa's attention. He's given you many looks: adoring, annoyed, exhausted, amused, and anything else you can think of, but in your years of knowing him you've never seen this look before. There was something sharp in his gaze, not the type that would normally settle when he admired something beautiful. No, this sharpness pierced into you in a way that made you squirm, your skin growing warmer the longer he looked.
"Turn slowly." He commands with a weight in his tone that makes you listen before your brain can fully process what's happening.
You slowly twirl, showcasing the embroidery and the way it clings to your skin - accenting your figure in ways that made Hwa's head spin. Halfway through your turn, you use the mirror stationed right behind you to your advantage and sneak a peek at Seonghwa's face. The intensity in his eyes only seems to deepen as your back faces him, and the light warmth under your skin flares into a steady blaze that creeps down your neck to your stomach.
Did you...like him looking at you like this?
No, that can't be it. Seonghwa is a gorgeous man and sure maybe for the first month you knew him you harbored a small crush, but that was years ago and the crush died back then, right?
Right?
You finish the spin, facing Seonghwa again as you swallow thickly, waiting for him to speak. He shifts a bit on the bed, eyes locking onto yours before he nods.
"Keep. Black next."
He closes his eyes and leans his head back on your headboard as if this was normal. As if the energy in the room hadn't shifted in a way that made your stomach flip on itself. As if you couldn't feel your body reacting to his lowered tone in ways it really shouldn't. As if he wasn't effected at all.
Maybe he wasn't? Maybe you were making a mountain out of a mole hill and this was normal-
"I don't hear you moving, Y/N." Seonghwa teases, an eye cracking open to look at where you were still frozen, "I wanna see the others, come on."
Your limbs move of their own accord, picking through the options on the bed as you avoid his gaze like the plague. Not that you had to try hard, Seonghwa closed his eyes again once he was sure you were moving.
You take deep, quiet breaths - trying to steady your heart as you choose a black babydoll chemise and a black pair of hipster panties to go underneath it. You peel off the set you have on carefully, setting it aside before slipping on the chemise and panties. Somehow you feel even more exposed in this set than the previous one despite it technically covering your entire midriff. The lace flows down your body like a gentle caress, settling just below your mid-thigh. The panties covered most of your ass but your cheeks were still peeking out and another unique feature was very prevalent the more you moved in them but that wasn't something you wanted to think about right now. You already felt like you were on a hairline trigger and last thing you needed was to be set off. You chew your lip as you run your hands down your body, spinning to watch the flow of the chemise before it settles against your curves again.
Would Seonghwa like this one? One part of you hoped he did because you thought it looked nice on you. Another part of you, deep deep down hoped he liked it for reasons you refused to address in this moment.
Just two best friends, one modeling lingerie and the other choosing which to keep, nothing more nothing less.
"You can look." You internally flinch at how your voice cracks slightly, but your face stays neutral as Seonghwa again sets his sights on you. You notice he's now fiddling with one of your plushies as it rests on his lap.
For the second time you stand still as his eyes traces over your body, that fire relighting in your belly when he tilts his head ever so slightly as his eyes move down to your thighs.
"Spin." Seonghwa commands, eyes locking with yours with an intensity that makes your brain buffer.
He raises a brow when you don't move after a few seconds.
"I said spin, doll."
That nickname was one you always loved hearing from your best friend's lips, but right now? With that heaviness in his voice that made you want to sink to your knees and his eyes staring as if he could see just how he was affecting you, it was almost too much to bear.
You barely hold back whatever sound was about to squeak its way out of your throat as you start to spin in a circle. Just like before you watch Seonghwa in your mirror as your back faces him. His eyes trail down your back, to your ass, to your thighs, back to your ass. For just a few moments, thinking you can't see him, he lets the calm exterior melt and reveal his true thoughts of you modeling for him. You watch as your best friend catches his bottom lip between his teeth, his movements quick and subtle as his hips gently rut into your plush and he keeps his eyes on your cheeks peeking out of the panties.
As soon as you start facing him again, he's back to the Hwa you know and love albeit with darker eyes. Not a trace left behind of his lewd actions against your plushie, if it wasn't for the mirror you never would've known.
"Definitely keep. Let's do red next." He says calmly, taking one more look at your body before he averts his gaze to the other sets on your bed.
But you don't move. You stare at him, brain running a mile a minute. You know what you saw. He was just grinding against your plushie, getting off to your backside as if it was standard procedure not even 30 seconds ago and you're supposed to just change into another set as if your brain isn't actively melting? As if you aren't torn between lust taking over your entire being and climbing into Seonghwa's lap or continuing this game that's unknowingly started? As if you weren't starting to stain these panties with arousal? As if the energy in this room wasn't suffocating you with how potent it was, lust swirling around both of you and filling your lungs with desire you've never felt for anyone before, let alone this man sitting on your bed?
No. That's not what's about to happen here.
You're walking to Seonghwa's side before your logical mind can scream at you to stop. To not risk your years of wonderful friendship with this man over some urges you thought died years ago, but the warning bells in your head fall on deaf ears.
Seonghwa raises a brow as you stop next to him, wordlessly asking what you need and trying desperately not to look at your tits deliciously filling the cups of the chemise.
"Do you think this fabric is nice to the touch?" You ask sweetly, tilting your head slightly as you hold a part of the chemise out to him.
Your voice had dipped into a territory you know all too well, the tone you used when you were trying to hook someone into your bed for a night. A tone you've never once used on the man sitting in front of you.
Were you really going to do this?
Seonghwa licks his lips absentmindedly as he looks at your offering, contemplating something. You wish you could crack open his mind and see what he was thinking. Were his thoughts as clouded as yours? Clearly his dick was in it but was his head in it too? Would he also want to do this?
As he gently rubs the fabric between two of his fingers and the plushie in his lap falls off him just enough to show his cock straining against his sweatpants, you pray to any entity who may hear you that he will because your mouth waters at the thought of seeing what's underneath.
"It is." He nods as his eyes flit up to meet yours, the chemise still between his fingers.
"Do you like it?" You ask, inching a bit closer to him.
Whiplash doesn't even begin to cover what you feel. A few hours ago you would've laughed in the face of anyone who would suggest you want to sleep with Seonghwa, but now you find yourself craving it in ways that should make you take a moment to reassess the situation. Yet there was no time for that because Seonghwa was here now. You didn't need to understand why you wanted something to know you do want it.
Seonghwa watches you pull your bottom lip in-between your teeth, likely due to nerves. He could read your body like a book, seen this song and dance more times than he can count at various social gatherings once you've found someone to go home with, but never did he think he'd be the recipient of it.
Never did he think he'd loved it.
"I said keep it, didn't I?"
The silence that follows is thick, the lack of words easily substituted with the heaviness of what's happening between you two. His hand hovering close to your thighs, your heartbeat pounding in your ears, his darkened eyes laser focused on you, his jaw clenched. Not a single touch from him and yet your mind was starting to feel hazy, not entirely thinking through your actions. Your next words shock both of you.
"You're hard."
Your tone isn't accusatory, or disgusted. It was neutral, as if you were pointing out the weather instead of the state of arousal your best friend was in. Seonghwa can't help the chuckle that huffs out of his chest.
"Yeah."
"I didn't think you saw me like that." You admit, voice quieter than usual.
"I'm respectful, not blind, doll." Seonghwa replies, eyes trailing down your body heatedly.
Your thighs clench and his eyes catch the movement, you notice the knowing quirk of his lips before he schools his expression. You lick your lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry as the air continues to crackle with newfound tension. Seonghwa thought you were attractive. He was sitting here, holding your lingerie in his hand, his expression still sharp and intense as when you first came to stand next to him. And you?
You were into it. The feelings you swore died years ago bubbled right to the surface, loudly taunting you as you stood just inches away from Seonghwa's hard cock, but he makes no move. Despite the want in his gaze reading clearly, he just holds your chemise in his hand, other hand firmly planted against your bed. He was restraining himself, and that fact drove you even crazier.
Your body moves before your brain catches up, a knee settling next to his hip on the bed before you throw you other leg over him, straddling his hips and sitting back gently on him, his clothed cock pressed right against your drenched core. You watch your best friend's eyes widen almost comically, and in any other instance you would've probably laughed, but that was the furthest thing from your mind as you fight the urge to grind against the man below you.
"We should probably test the durability too, don't you think?" Your voice betrays your attempt to be casual, cracking slightly as you speak.
Seonghwa doesn't speak for a moment, instead he takes in the sight of you straddling his lap, pretty lace draped on your skin as you look at him with those sweet, sinful eyes of yours. Slowly he drops the lace and moves a hand to settle on your hip, goosebumps blooming where his fingers land.
"Are you sure?"
The gravity of the question doesn't go over your head, the unspoken parts are loud even if he left them off.
Are you sure you've thought this through? We can't turn back if we do this. This can change everything.
Knowing all of this doesn't stop you from leaning down toward the blonde haired man, lips hovering over his as you place a hand on his chest. Your pulse racing and your core throbbing, consequences be damned, you'll deal with it later. You needed him now.
"Fuck me, Seonghwa."
Three simple words and the tension finally snaps.
You're on your back faster than you can blink, lips and tongue tangling with Seonghwa‘s in a flurry of passion that leaves your heartbeat pounding in your ears. His hands are all over you, gripping your chest, pushing your chemise out of his way to rub your stomach and grip your waist. He grinds his hips into you hard but slow, emphasizing the drag of his sweatpants against your barely covered pussy in a tease that makes you whine against his mouth. You help him shrug the straps off your shoulders, pulling the lace down until your tits were completely exposed. Only when the need for air becomes desperate does he finally pull away to let you breathe, but he doesn't stop there. His kisses trail from your jaw to your earlobe, which he gently bites before moving down your neck to your chest. You watch him with lidded eyes, trying to make sense of the sight of Seonghwa kissing his way down your body but nothing could ground you as Seonghwa bites down on the swell of your breast. Your back arches toward his mouth as he sucks at the tender skin to soothe it, his other hand moving to circle the nipple of the tit his mouth wasn't currently on.
He teases you, thumb gently rolling it around then lightly tugging in time with his soothing sucks before biting down again, growling into your skin as your fingers thread into his hair and pull on the soft strands. Only when he was sure a mark would stay behind did he repeat the same on your other tit, his wild eyes staying on yours as he watches you shudder beneath him. He pulls off your skin with an audible pop, adjusting so he was more to your side and able to reach a hand between your legs. Despite you starting this, you still shy up when he spreads your legs, eyes still locked on yours while he exposes your wetness to the room.
"Keep those eyes on me, honey." He purrs, voice dropping into an octave you've never heard from him before.
Your thighs tremble under his feather light touch as he begins at your knee, slowly making his way toward your core. A small smirk tugs at his lips when you whine desperately, your eagerness starting to show through your hips jolting up toward him, wanting something - anything to touch your aching clit and give some form of relief.
"You're so responsive." Seonghwa hums, drawing a circle on your skin midway down your inner thigh before gently slapping it, making you jump slightly, "But patience."
You pout in response, close to throwing a fit but something in his stare kept you pinned to the bed, listening to him even with need pulsing through your veins.
"Good girl."
Your eyes almost roll back at that and Seonghwa notes it with a widening smirk.
"I'm learning a lot about you today." He muses, fingers continuing their way to your core, "I thought I knew you inside and out, but it seems you continue to surprise me. What else will you show me today?"
You don't give him a response. He isn't expecting one.
Seonghwa's fingers finally come into contact with lace and the smirk falls from his features, face becoming entirely unreadable. A panic starts to rise in your chest as his stormy eyes slowly turn away from you to look in-between your legs. In your cloudy mind you try to figure out what's gotten his mood to shift so fast, but then he presses his fingers into your panties and you feel it, a loud moan ripping from your mouth as his fingers press right into your clit.
Oh yeah. That.
The unique feature you entirely forgot about.
The fact that these panties were crotchless.
That melted out of your head long ago and now Seonghwa was looking at you with a hunger that makes you clench around nothing. He doesn't move for a few moments, his fingers still pressing against your clit and your desperate mind makes you rock your hips against his fingers, taking anything you can get out of him. Seonghwa swallows thickly, adams apple bobbing as he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. His eyes snap back to yours and your body freezes under his stare yet again, there was an almost...unhinged glint in his eyes that made you shudder. He pulls his hand away, taking his shirt off with one hand and tossing it behind him somewhere.
"I promise next time I will take you apart slowly piece by piece. I will devour you inside and out until you're a completely delirious mess." He begins, eyes moving to your exposed wetness as he licks his lips.
He shifts back to his spot between your legs and instinctively they try to close but he grips your knees firmly and keeps them spread wide open for him.
"I will figure out what makes you tick and break you beyond what you ever thought was possible, doll." He continues, leaning to hover over you again, his eyes moving to lock with yours once he was right in your face. His heavy breaths fan across your cheeks.
"But right now? I can't wait any longer. I need to be inside you. God, crotchless? You really thought to straddle me in panties that leave nothing between you and my cock?"
He grinds his hips against you again. A slow, hard, filthy drag that sends a spark up your spine when your clit connects with the fabric of his sweatpants.
"Hwa, please." You beg, your legs locking around his waist to meet his grinding.
Satisfaction thrums through his body hearing you plead for him in such a desperate, whiny way. He never once thought about how you sound when you break, but now it's all he wants to hear.
"You sound so sweet when you beg. Let me hear that again." Seonghwa encourages, a wicked smile pulling at his plump lips.
You aren't making it easy for him to get his sweatpants off but you don't care, unwilling to unlock your ankles from behind his back as he shimmies them and his boxers down enough to get his cock out. You could sob from joy when you feel a weight against your cunt that couldn't mistaken for anything else.
"Please."
Your voice was so soft, small, unlike you, but you can tell Seonghwa is thoroughly enjoying it when his cock twitches against you.
"Again." He commands, his hips rutting against you again as your back bows into him slightly.
What you wanted was so close, so close, to where you wanted it. You couldn't see it due to him being almost chest to chest with you but you could feel it. How thick it was, how wet you were making his shaft, his precum dripping on the brim on your panties, his now slick cock rubbing right against your needy clit, and it was filling you with a yearning so bad it made tears well up in your eyes. There's no shame left in you as you beg Seonghwa once more.
"Please, Seonghwa! Please, I need it so bad- need you so bad! Please fuck me-"
Your cry is cut short as you're rewarded with the feeling of a blunt head at your entrance and then Seonghwa bottoming out in one smooth, solid thrust. No resistance, your body accepted him like it was made for his cock and you moan in sync into each other's mouths. For a few beats, there's no movement. You both sit in the moment, as if the reality of the situation at hand has finally sunk in.
But neither of you care. Not with Seonghwa hitting you so deep and your walls fluttering around his cock, trying to pull him impossibly in further.
Seonghwa's lips find yours again before he pulls his hips back halfway and slams them into yours. You cry into his mouth and hear the softest exhale of a laugh leave him before he sets a harsh pace, slipping his tongue into your mouth. One of your hands returns to his hair, trying to keep your mind somewhat in the moment but with each thrust the only grip you manage to keep is the one on his hair and shoulder as Seonghwa sucks on your tongue. Your mind is gone, swimming in pleasure as he fucks you into the mattress and his hand moves to roll and tug on your nipple again. The stimulation melts you to the bone, your once tightly locked legs weakening into jelly, threatening to limply fall to the bed, but Seonghwa has other plans.
Before they can hit the sheets he catches your legs by the knee, pausing his strokes only to maneuver them onto his shoulders, a devilish grin on his face as he leans over and folds you in half - putting you in a mating press. Your eyes widen as you realize how he had you, how open you were for him, how much deeper he'd get with the new angle. The look in Seonghwa's eyes shows he is well aware of that, giving you a wink before he thrusts with a force that makes your bed creak alarmingly. The wail that leaves you is your loudest yet, for a moment you think of your neighbors who could very well be home but that thought is quickly fucked out of your mind when Seonghwa thrusts deep again, hitting that sweet spot that makes your legs tremble and jaw go slack.
"There it is. Right there, yeah?" He husks, one hand holding a leg in place while the other held onto your hip to keep you in place.
You didn't have to reply, he already knew, and he made it his mission to hit that same spot every time he fucked into your cunt slow, deep, and heavy - gravity aiding him in fucking you harder than you've ever been. You thought he was deep before, but this? This was an impossible depth, one your mind couldn't wrap around, not that you could think of anything in this moment. The only thing you could register was the rhythmic pounding of your best friend's cock as he pushes you closer to an orgasm that was winding your body up tighter than it ever has before.
Words, a warning sound, anything. You tried to get something out of you to let Seonghwa know how close you were getting but nothing was coming out except nonsensical whimpers and wails as you sink your nails into his chest. Your eyes start rolling back into your head as your chest heaves with your quick breathing but Seonghwa stalls his hips. Your eyes come back forward and you look at him, ready to complain when your breath catches in your throat. For the first time you really take in how he looks: body covered in a light sheen of sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, lips slightly puffy, eyes blown wide and swirling with carnality, veins in his neck protruding, chest heaving with the effort of him fucking you into oblivion.
"No, no, doll. Look at me." He brushes your cheek with a tenderness that is a stark contrast to how he throbs inside you. "I want you to remember this. I want you to remember exactly how I looked when you touch yourself later, wishing I was there to fuck you open like I am now."
You've never heard such filth come out his pretty mouth but the way you flutter around his cock is more than enough proof that you loved it. You shrink back into yourself a bit as Seonghwa leans in closer, his eyes scanning your face as the hand holding your leg moves to cup your cheek. His thumb slowly runs over your bottom lip and you part them naturally, not needing a prompt to let him slip his thumb into your mouth and rest on your tongue. No prompt was needed for you to start sucking on his thumb either, still maintaining eye contact as your tongue runs along the pad of his finger.
“You’re gonna drive me insane.” Seonghwa groans through gritted teeth, cock twitching at the attention your mouth was giving his thumb.
Part of him wants to put your mouth to better use, but the part that wins is his deep need to see you fall apart around him. He fucks you faster and harder than before wanting to push you over as soon as possible. His thumb isn’t deep enough to trigger a gag reflex but you find spit pooling in your mouth and dripping down your chin as you jaw falls open to let out more moans.
Seonghwa’s insistent pounding at your g-spot, eyes trained on your mouth, sweat dripping down his temple pushes you back to the edge very quickly. It's a struggle to keep your eyes on him like he ordered you to, but you try your best, even as that coil in your stomach twists dangerously and you tighten like a vice around Seonghwa's pulsing length. Sensing your impending orgasm, Seonghwa bends you further somehow, his torso pushing your legs further into your chest as his lips meet your ear.
"That's it. Cum for me, doll. Fall apart on my cock like a good girl. You can do that for me, right?"
The words register as praise but the tone he uses, guttural with the tiniest hint of degradation, strikes a chord in you that has tumbling over the edge. Your vision goes white as you cry out his name, body tense and trembling in Seonghwa's grasp but he doesn't stop fucking you through your orgasm. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to, his hips moving of their own volition, seeking the warmth and tightness of your cunt as soon as he slips out of it enough to leave just his tip in. It was addicting, you were addicting, and with your walls spasming around him like that his delirious mind doesn't think twice before he follows suit and cums as well.
Deep inside of you, hips flush against yours, balls smacking your ass harshly one last time, he paints your insides white with a broken moan and the hand in your mouth moves to grip the pillow beside your head. The sensation of being filled makes you whimper, turning your face into his sweaty neck at the filthy feeling that you loved. In a bubble of your own, Seonghwa entirely curled over you, breathing heavily into your shoulder, you both lay in silence.
Seonghwa moves first, letting your legs fall to the side as he leans back to sit on his heels. Even when he's wrecked, he somehow looks like a God. It's unfair really. He carefully pulls out of you, watching as his cum flows out of your hole. The emptiness felt wrong, you wanted him back inside of you. The realization that that was your immediate thought makes you cover your face.
"Sorry about the..." Seonghwa trails off, eyes still heatedly watching his cum flowing out of you, "It sort of snuck up on me...I meant to pull out."
Your hands slowly slide down from your face and Seonghwa is already looking at you, tips of his ears red with embarrassment.
"It's cool. I'm on birth control and I...like that anyway."
This time your face is the one to heat up as Seonghwa blinks in shock.
"Don't say that to me, I'll end up flipping you over and doing it all over again." He groans as he drags himself off the bed.
You watch him leave the room, to get a towel you can only assume, and take a moment to look at yourself in your mirror across the room. Two hickeys blooming on your chest, tits out, hair messy, a lot of cum pooling under your ass - and you start laughing. A small giggle that becomes your shoulders shaking as you cackle.
Seonghwa comes back in with a towel, confusion on his face as he approaches the side of the bed and begins cleaning you up.
"What's so funny?" He asks, a corner of his lips quirking slightly from seeing you so joyful.
"This whole situation is, I just can't...believe we did that. That was..." You trail off, not sure how to finish that sentence.
"Crazy? Insane? Really good? I'm taking reviews actually." Seonghwa speaks up, smiling as you playfully push him away.
He continues cleaning you up as you reply.
"I'd give it a solid 9.5 out of 10. Great mouth, great cock, almost broke me in half. Would recommend."
Seonghwa rolls his eyes with amusement, setting the towel aside before he sits next to you.
"Would recommend, alright. Would you do it again?"
The question hangs in the air as you stare at your best friend. One of your absolute favorite people. The one who was there for your hangovers, your life achievements, your lowest moments, your great days, and your worst. A lot had happened today, and you were sure you had a lot to think about more thoroughly, but right now in this moment the answer was-
"Yes."
No hesitance, no uncertainty, the honest truth. Seonghwa smiles warmly at you and your heart annoyingly thumps harder as he leans in closer to you.
You stare into his brown eyes, no longer clouded with lust or hunger, just soft, warm, adoration - a fondness that wasn't new but felt different now. His gaze lowers to your lips before going back to your eyes and you find yourself leaning in to meet him halfway. His lips meet yours in a soft, chaste kiss. Almost like he was testing the waters despite cumming inside of you 5 minutes ago. When you pull away from each other, the smile that breaks out on your face is involuntary. You liked his kisses, that's something you knew for sure. You open your mouth to tell him as much when Seonghwa starts speaking first.
"The lingerie works well, by the way."
"You're so annoying." You deadpan and Seonghwa laughs heartily, falling to lay back on the bed next to you.
Pairing: Yunho X Fem!Reader. Ateez mentioned but not involved much
Genera: Smut. 18+ only.
Summary: You pick ‘truth’ and are asked who you think would be best in bed and worst out of all your friends. When you pick Yunho as the worst, he takes it personal, and has to prove you wrong.
Content Warnings: THIS IS FILTH OK. dom! Yunho sub! Reader, name calling (whore/slut), daddy kink (not a crazy amount), degrading, praising, spanking, fingering, orgasm, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, possessive, over sensitivity, oral ( f receiving), p in v, rough sex. I think that’s it? Let me know if I forgot anything!
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“Whose turn is it?” Wooyoung asked, his words slurring slightly from his 4th drink. We were all at an AirBNB for his birthday and he was at the point in his evening where he wanted to play truth or dare.
“San! Truth or dare?” Woo asked. San thought for a moment before choosing dare. “Kiss Seonghwa for 30 seconds!”
Normally truth or dare was his excuse to make people kiss.
“What about you? Truth or dare?” He asked. You chose to play it safe this time, not fully as drunk as you should be to do any of the dares he came up with.
“Truth.”
“Oh, come on!” Wooyoung groaned. “Whatever. Okay, a truth.. which one of us do you think would be best in bed and who would be the worst?”
You rolled your eyes at his question.
“I am not answering that.”
“Nope! That’s not how the game works.” Hongjoong protested. “You chose truth so now you have to answer.”
“You guys just want to know who I might want to fuck.” I groaned from the silliness of it.
“Yeah, pretty much.” San confirmed and the other boys all nodded in agreement and laughed.
“Okay, fine.” I took a sip of my drink. “Is this opinion based on who I think would be best in general or who would be best based on my own preferences?”
“Your own preferences.” Jongho said and the others agreed.
You were somebody who liked sex on the rougher side. Spanking, choking, and name-calling were all on your must-have list if you wanted to leave satisfied. Vanilla sex was fine but, usually didn’t do it for you.
You scoped out the room of the 8 candidates and analyzed each part of their personality that could hint at their bedroom behavior. Your best was chosen quite quickly.
“I think San would be the best.” The boys all started to protest, trying to argue their case as to why they would be better.
“Guys, come on! She made her choice.” San laughed and threw his arms up in triumph.
“Okay she still needs to choose who she thinks would suck.” Seonghwa said, reminding you of the second part of the question.
“It’s not who I think sucks.” You emphasize. “It’s who I think would not be a good match for me.”
“Not be able to satisfy you.” Yeosang added.
“Exactly.” Your eyes rested on Yunho. He had been silent most of the game as he babysat his drink. He was overly sweet, gentle, kinda like a puppy dog. Definitely not somebody you could picture throwing you around in bed.
“Yunho..” you looked at him with sad, apologetic eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
“Me?!” He yelled in shock. The room erupted in laughter along with fake sympathy remarks. “Why me?”
“You’re just such a sweetie. You’re gentle and soft. Romantic. And that’s just not what I get off on.” The alcohol seemed to have kicked in a bit. “I’m sorry. It’s just a game!”
Yunho pouted most of the night. You all had to pitch in together to move San and Wooyoung to bed after they has one too many. Once they were tucked in everyone went to their assigned room. Being the only girl on the trip, you got lucky and scored your own room you didn’t have to share.
You stripped down to your pajama’s which was a pair of underwear and an oversized t shirt. You climbed in bed after brushing your teeth and was about to turn off the light when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in?” You called out. The doorknob twisted and the door creaked open slowly.
“Hey.” It was Yunho. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.
“Hey. What’s up?” You asked, a bit confused.
“You really think I couldn’t satisfy you in bed?” He asked.
“Oh my god, no more of this.” You groaned and threw yourself back onto the pillows. “Can I go to bed please?”
“So what is it that you like?” Yunho ignored your request for sleep. He shut the door behind him and turned to face you. The look in his eyes was something you hadn’t seen before.
“Yunho..? What are you doing-“
“Do you like to get fucked?” His voice was hard and serious, making the shocking words strike you even harder.
“I- I don’t understand-“ you stuttered.
“Answer me.” He demanded. A chill ran down your spine which made you sit up in bed.
“Yes.” You mumbled but felt embarrassed at the confession.
“Do you want to be held down? Choked?” He continued with the intimate questions. His hand turned the lock on my door, the sound of it alerting you of the true intentions of his visit and questions. “Do you like getting fucked into the mattress?”
“Yes.” Your response was shaky, nervous, but your body was responding to the questions he was asking.
“And you don’t think that’s something I’m capable of?” He walked towards the bed slowly, causing your heart rate to speed up.
“I don’t know.” Your voice came out hardly louder than a whisper. “It was just a game Yunho. You know I don’t know anything about that part of you.”
Yunho put his hands on the foot of the bed and leaned forward towards you.
“Exactly, you don’t know. And I want to show you that I’m different than what you think.”
You laughed out loud at what you thought was a joke however, he did not find any humor in your response.
“Why are you laughing at me?” He was serious and his tone confirmed that for you.
“I’m sorry.” You started to stutter. “I mean, you have to be joking right? Yunho we’re friends-“
“Right. We are friends. So why would you embarrass me in front of everyone?” He reached out and grabbed your ankles, he caressed the skin with his thumbs.
“I didn’t mean to. I just don’t think-“
“That’s the issue. You’re thinking way too much.” He interrupted you. “All you have to do is behave and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
“Behave?” You laughed but you felt yourself start to get turned on by his words. “And what exactly is it that I want?”
“You want to get fucked like a whore.”
You opened your mouth to protest but had no breath to form words. He was right, you did want that. But with him? You couldn’t picture him doing anything more than missionary.
“Am I wrong?” He pushed when you didn’t respond.
“No, you’re not wrong.” You paused for a moment to watch him. He had thought he won a victory but you had plans to push him a bit farther. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I don’t think you have it in you.”
Yunho’s nostrils flared in anger. He gripped on your ankles tightly and dragged you to him. You gasped at the sudden movement.
“Just give me the green light and I’ll make you eat those words.” He was inches from your face, his lips so close to brushing against yours.
‘Fuck it, maybe it will be good.’ You thought to yourself.
Just to be sure he knew exactly the vibe you craved, you continued to push him.
“I thought you said you wanted to fuck me like a whore?” You giggled, teasing. “You ask whores for permission? How soft of you.”
“There’s nothing soft about me baby.” He chuckled darkly. “You’ll see why I wanted your permission once I’m done with you.”
“You don’t scare me.” You reached your hand up to caress his cheek with your hand. “Do your worst.”
Yunho snatched your had off of his face and pulled you off the bed with it, making you yelp. He grabbed your chin in his hand and pulled you to his lips. He kissed you hard and pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth. The kiss made you dizzy and left you gasping for air.
“Last chance to change your mind.” He warned you after breaking the kiss but you shook your head. You were all in. He took a seat on the bed.
“Lay across my lap.” He ordered you and you obeyed, giggling uncontrollably. You couldn’t believe Yunho, of all people, was about to spank you.
Yunho lifted the bottom of your shirt up to expose your clothed behind. He placed his large hand on your ass and started to gently knead and massage the skin, placing very light spanks on your cheeks.
You smirked and rolled your eyes at the amateur attempt of being a dom-type.
“You humiliated me in front of everyone.” He told you, still gently kneading. “Made everyone think I was too soft and too gentle.”
Yunho’s fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down to your knees. His fingers traced their way back up your legs, grazing very close to your core, before finding its place again on your ass.
“You’re going to wish I was gentle after we’re done.” He told you and quickly lifted his hand off of you and bringing it down swiftly on your bare skin. It was sharp and made you gasp. He did it a second time, a third. You started to squirm in his lap, trying to avoid the impacts.
“Stay fucking still.” He growled at you and spanked you again.
He used his hand to move your legs apart, changing your foot placement. His hand ran down your ass and to your core, cupping it with his hand.
“Dont run from me.”
Yunho lifted his hand off you and brought it back down onto your pussy with force. A bolt of pleasure echoed through you in an unexpected way. You moaned loudly and you felt wetness spread through your folds. He continued spanking you between your thighs over and over, each time getting harder, the impact more sharp.
“Fuck-Yunho!” You gasped.
“Wet from getting her cunt spanked. What a good little whore.” Your wetness coated his hand more and more as he continued to spank you. His fingers kept coming back down onto you in just the right spot. The impact always hitting your now throbbing clit. You felt a familiar feeling building between your thighs.
“Oh my god.” You said in shock. “I think- I think I might cum-“
It came out almost as a question as you could hardly believe you were about to climax just from him spanking you.
“I didn’t say you could cum, did I?” Yunho stopped and you felt your climax slip away.
“God, Yunho please.” You panted. “You proved me wrong. Please just let me cum.”
“I’ll make you cum but I’m not near done with you yet.” He plunged two fingers into you, making you gasp in stock. “Now, be a good girl and take my fingers.”
He moved his fingers in and out viciously. The noises he pulled from your body were almost primal, surely alerting everyone in the house of what was going on. His fingers were working you right on your g-spot.
“Fuck!” You screamed as you felt your orgasm gush out of you.
“Look at you squirting for me.” He cooed. “What a filthy slut.”
He continued to push and pull his fingers out. The floor below you was soaked as you continued to convulse on his lap. It took a while until he decided to show kindness to you and remove his fingers.
“Yunho.. holy shit.” You tried to get up but lost your balance in the process, your legs weak from your climax. He caught you in his hands and stabilized you.
“Lay down on the bed.” He told you.
“You’ve proven your point. I can’t cum again I think I’ll die-“
Yunho pinned you back against the mattress, his hand around your neck to hold you in place.
“You wanted to be fucked like a whore and that’s what you’re getting.” His voice was deeper than normal, full of desire. “I get to decide how many times you cum, not you. Your body is mine right now and you’re going to take what I give you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” You whimpered, the pulse returning to your pussy.
“Are you going to take it like a good little whore?” You felt your eyes roll in the back of your head at these words.
“Yes daddy.” You moaned. Yunho bit down on his lip and groaned.
“Good girl.”
Yunho positioned his face in front of you and used his hands to push your legs back by your chest. You felt your folds being spread open, his hot breath hovered over your greedy core. He placed a gentle kiss on your swollen clit that made you whimper, then dipped his head down into you, his mouth deliciously licking up your slick. He moved his tongue up and down your slit, his tongue dragging over your clit again and again.
“God, you’re eating my pussy so good.” You moan and feel the vibration of a chuckle from Yunho as he confined to eat you. He wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves and started to suck, making a ‘pop’ sound every time he pulled off. It drove you crazy.
“Shit! Oh my god, dont stop!” You writhed underneath him as he continued to devour your pussy. Your back started to arch off the bed as you neared your breaking point.
“Cum on my tongue baby.” He murmured into you before going back to lapping your clit. It took three swipes of his tongue to bring you to your second orgasm. Your hips jerked as you came, your clit sensitive from the second climax of the night. But, Yunho didn’t let up. Instead, you felt one of his fingers teasing your pulsating entrance.
“Yunho! I can’t-“ you shrieked when you felt him start to push his digit into you.
“You can and you will.” He ordered you. “You’re going to take it.”
He pulled his fingers in and out of you and placed his lips around your clit again. This time flicking the tip of his tongue over it as he sucked on you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your mouth fell agape as a numbing pleasure spread over you.
“Yunho.” You hardly managed to choke out his name. Your body went rigid, a spray of clear liquid leaving your body and splashing onto Yunho’s face and shirt left your body. He moaned in satisfaction, licking up every drop.
“Squirting for me again? You spoil me baby.” He purred into you. You were still twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Yunho dropped his sleeping pants down around his ankles, his hard cock was trying to break free from the boxers that were half-heartedly concealing him. He gripped himself over the fabric, jerking himself off slowly.
“Are you ready for daddy’s cock?” He used his free hand to reach out and spread your folds for him. You recoiled from his touch.
“I’m too sensitive.” You whined, unsure how much else you could take. Yunho made a disproving noise with his mouth.
“You still aren’t listening to me, are you?” He pushed his boxers down off of him, his rock hard cock recoiling as it sprung out of the clothing. His dick was dripping with pre-cum. “You’re going to take what I give you.”
Yunho grabbed your hips and pushed them hard into the bed, holding you down, then pushed his thick cock into you. A string of profanities left your lips as he filled up your overly sensitive cunt.
“I can’t, I can’t, I CANT!” You whined but made no attempt to stop him. You wanted it.
“Take my cock like a good whore.” Yunho told you, reaching to grab you by throat. He started rolling his hips into you, grunting with every thrust. He was ruthless with his pounding, taking exactly what he wanted. You.
“Oh my god!” You screamed. Your hands were frantically trying to grip onto the sheets under you.
“Do you love my cock baby?” He asked you, his pace still ruthless.
“Yes!” You started to get dizzy. “I love your cock Yunho.”
Yunho used his thumb to rub on your used clit, the added sensation sending you into a spiral.
“Cum on my cock. Do it for me.”
You shattered around him, a loud scream leaving your body as you clenched down around him in your final orgasm. Your ears started to ring and you started uncontrollably squirting on Yunho and his cock as he sloppily fucked you out.
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum-“ he didn’t even finish his sentence before releasing his load, filling you up. He collapsed on top of you when he was done, enclosing you in his arms. Your body convulsing once in sensitivity when he pulled himself out of you.
“Holy shit.” You were still breathing heavy as you tried to recover. “That was.. that was insane.”
“Good insane?” His dom persona disappearing. He seemed concerned.
“Yes. Insane in a good way.” You giggled.
“You made cum, what? 4 times?”
“5 times.” A smile spread across his face in triumph.
“I’m sorry I doubted you. I was definitely very, very, wrong.” You admitted.
“It’s all good. I had a lot of fun making you eat your words.”
We were both interrupted and startled by the door handle shaking as somebody tried to get in the room. You both covered yourself up in the duvet quickly.
“Um, yeah?” You called out, refusing to open it.
“What the HELL is going on in there?” Wooyoung’s voice carried through the door. Yunho and I glanced at each other and we stifled a laugh.
“We’re just playing truth or dare.”
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My first Yunho fic! I hope you enjoyed. ❤️ I went a bit crazy so I hope it wasn’t too much.
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PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! heavy dom/sub dynamics, tag teaming (top!atz), gangbang, unprotected sex, cnc, consensual drugging, aphrodisiacs, mean doms!ateez. drugged up bimbo reader. disgusting, nasty, probably unethical, but fully consensual. this chapter: above warnings plus rough unprotected vaginal, anal and oral sex. heavy subspace. titles (master & sir) dehumanisation, objectification, bimbofication, infantilisation. extremely degrading and dehumanising language. pussy, ass & face slaps. mentions of pregnancy. one moment of reader saying she can’t take any more and being dismissed, but this is all in line with the scene. she has a safeword and they are monitoring her for any indication that she isn’t managing. none of this is scientifically accurate and this serum does not exist, but just to be safe: DONT DO THIS. this would not be safe irl, and is only okay in fiction. in reality, someone under the influence of substances cannot meaningfully consent.
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“Are you serious?”
The disbelief in Hongjoong’s voice isn’t surprising—nor, really, are the astounded expressions on the others’ faces. You expected that. You’d have been a little worried if they hadn’t reacted like that.
Still though, the abounding silence, thick and uncertain, is a bit hard to reckon with. For a moment it makes you anxious—perhaps, you think for a second, you’ve finally pushed too far; finally come to them with something they don’t know how to hold or what to do with.
It lasts all of a moment before you remember.
They want this as much as you do. You can tell. You picked up on the signals a long time ago.
When they’d pound into you with your wrists pinned to the bed and your eyes wide and glassy with submission, and they’d coo down at you, telling you how stupid you are as though it’s the highest praise they can think of. When they’d get you on the edge of orgasm after hours of teasing, and ask you a basic question they know you’re too fucked out to answer just to see you try and fail. When you whimper out that soft, sweet “I don’t know” and they cum faster and harder than they have in weeks.
You know they like you dumb. You know they want you dumber.
You admit, though, this is more than that.
Much more.
You nod, shifting your weight awkwardly between your feet. Trying to seem confident and failing exponentially. “I’m very serious.”
Yunho holds the vial up to his eyes again, turning it in his hands like the words on the label haven’t quite sunk in yet. He doesn’t look particularly eager, but he also doesn’t look…categorically opposed, either. That’s all you’d really hoped for right now, with such an outlandish proposition. His brows furrow, concerned. “Is this safe?”
“Of course,” you say quickly. “It’s totally legit. FDA approved and stuff.”
“Why didn’t I know this was a thing?”
You can’t help but giggle slightly; a smile flickers on his face at the sound. “I mean,” you mumble, “it’s not like there’d be billboards, is it? It’s specialist stuff. You have to really want to find it.”
”Right.” He hums, looking a little less confused than before; the others seem to relax ever so slightly, too, but their eyes still move between the vial and you like they’re still trying to reckon with it; with the fact that you, once so shy and sweet and shaking with nerves when they first met you, could even want, let alone press for this.
You can’t quite believe it, either.
“How long does it last?” Seonghwa’s voice is soft, still a little concerned but you recognise the slight lilt to it that always gives him away—something between interest and excitement and outright arousal.
They may not admit it now, but you all know, really, that if they truly were opposed to this the conversation would have been over a long time ago. Certainly before you went through the entire process of procuring it.
No, they want it, you know they do. But you also know just how much enjoyment they get out of watching you beg. Making you work for it.
“It should last a week,” you say. “But it can be shorter or longer the first time you take it. Depends on how your body adjusts to it.”
“And if it goes wrong?” He presses. “If you react poorly to it or we need you back?”
“There’s an antidote.”
“Where?”
“The box it all came in, in my room. There’s a video, too, on how to use it safely, but they ran a lot of tests on me and there shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Still,” Hongjoong says, finally speaking up again. “You never know.”
“Hence the antidote.”
Yunho presses the vial carefully back into your hand, gently folding your fingers closed around it to make sure it’s secure before pulling away. The small, fleeting touch is as electrifying as it always was. “We’ll need to talk about it more,” he says softly. “Go put this back in the box then bring it all back down here, alright? We’ll have a look at it.”
You swore you wouldn’t get your hopes up, but the familiar tinge to his voice—ordering, not asking—makes excitement pulse instinctively. And the fact that he clearly, as he always does, knows exactly what he’s doing and what it does to you, his words and tone and demeanour all by design, has you verging on desperate.
God, you hope they say yes. And soon.
You run to your room as ordered, retrieving the box and bringing it back downstairs. You hand it carefully to Hongjoong, who places it gently down on the coffee table before turning to you with an expectant look on his face. “Well,” he cocks an eyebrow, “run along, then.”
You hover for a moment, unsure; you hadn’t expected to be sent out. You open your mouth to speak when you’re cut off.
“What are you waiting for?” Wooyoung's voice comes sharp. “You were told to leave. So leave.”
“I—”
“You weren’t asked to talk, either,” he says, cutting you off again. “Are you sure you need this serum? Seems like you’re dumb enough already.”
You see a couple of them bite back a laugh. You hold back a moan. “Take it easy, Wooyoung,” Hongjoong says mildly, but the stern look he sends to the younger man is barely so. Transparently fake. He turns his attention back to you, face all softness now. “Go on, sweetheart. This is no conversation for little girls like you. Go play and we’ll fetch you when we want you, yeah?”
You can’t help but clench a little, thighs tightening against each other. God, the way he talks to you—firm and sweet and condescending—could melt you into a puddle right here on the floor. You’re certain your entire face and chest is flushed, burning as you mumble your assent and scurry out of the room.
You sit down at the table, fiddling with the leaflet in your hand; folding down the corners, over and over again to pass the time. The bold, bright pink letters make your stomach twist in excitement already with the promise of what might—you pray—await you next.
Bimbo Serum. Temporarily transform into the dumbest, sluttiest, horniest version of yourself—results guaranteed every time!
“You need to sign this.”
Jongho slides the sheet of paper across the table towards you. Your eyes filter down the page, slow and sure, as silence abounds.
It’s… thorough. Careful, certainly. Reassuring. You don’t know when they drew it up; half an hour after you were sent away they summoned you back to tell you they were in, and now, a few minutes later, here you are.
That’s just what they do, though, really—what they’ve always done with you. They take care of everything before you even know there’s anything to be done. It’s why you’re so comfortable with the idea of switching your brain off entirely with them—in a much smaller way, you already do.
A contract, the title reads, between them and you. “To ensure everything goes smoothly,” Hongjoong adds when you read it aloud. He watches your face carefully; studies it. Searching for the smallest twinge of doubt. He finds none. “The video you gave us recommends it. Give it a read, yeah?”
The words on the page are hot and heavy even read silently, but you force them out from around the lump forming in your throat. You can do this; you want to show them you can do this.
You can’t quite force any kind of confidence into your voice, though.
“Until such time as the serum wears off or the antidote is administered, the submissive entrusts herself to the care and authority of the dominants. The submissive agrees to cede all control, body and mind, to the dominants; in return, the dominants agree to care for and control the submissive responsibly, and accept any and all liability for anything that may occur during this period.”
“Standard stuff,” Jongho says. “Safety things.”
You nod, swallowing, already dizzy. The words turn warmer and fuzzier in your tummy the further on you read. “The submissive accepts that, during the period the serum is in effect, she will have little control or understanding of what is happening to her. She will not be able to make her own choices. She entrusts the dominants to make the right choices for her; in return the dominants agree to keep her health, safety and happiness in mind when making those choices.
“During the period the serum is in effect, the submissive’s sole duty is the pleasure of the dominants. The dominants are under no obligation to provide her pleasure in return.
“The submissive will accept everything the dominants give her. The dominants will never give her more than they know she can handle. If the submissive says her safeword at any point, the antidote will be administered without delay.”
“Well?” San pipes up after a moment. “Do you agree?”
You nod. The tension in your throat is so thick it catches the words as you try to voice them like flies helpless in a cobweb. Mingi curls his hand around yours from where he’s seated next to you. “Breathe,” he murmurs. “It’s just us.”
“Yeah,” you nod. “I— I agree. This sounds good.”
“And your safeword?” Hongjoong prompts. “What is it?”
“Lipton.” The corners of your mouth twitch, a small, nervous smile. It was Seonghwa’s idea—the drink you’d been carrying in your hands the day you met them for the first time. The one you’d nervously sipped at while they spoke; the one he’d barely been able to take his eyes off of as you wrapped your lips around the top.
“Good,” Hongjoong says. Already you see the usual Hongjoong—concerned, almost worrying, a little tense but still calm and collected—fade out and give way to the side he shows only with you.
Scheming. Sadistic. Predatory.
Authoritative, but in a deeper, sicker way than he is with the others.
Fear and arousal crawls under your skin in tandem, a living thing in the bottom of your stomach.
“How do you want to take it?” Jongho asks. “The serum.”
“In a drink,” you reply. “Water ideally. A glass.”
Seonghwa takes the box over to the counter, carefully pulling out the vial and stirring it into the clear water then walking back over to you. He places it down in front of you; the sound of it landing gently on the table makes you jump, already on edge. You don’t miss the way his lips quirk.
“Drink up,” Seonghwa says. A quiet, gentle order. Softness melting away little by little like snow in the sun.
You swallow your nerves and pick up the glass. The liquid is pink now; of course it is, you suppose, isn’t the the colour of bimbos? You hold it up to your lips with a shaking hand—before you can take the first sip Yunho has snatched it from your grip. “You’re shaking,” he says, answering the question you’d no time to ask. “And you want to take it fast. Let me do it for you. Head back.”
With his other hand he cups the back of your head, helping you tilt it back. It collides gently with something large; a soft but solid presence behind you. You recognise the cold steel of Mingi’s rings where his hands reach to cup your chin. Holding you in place for Yunho to put you under.
“Mouth open,” Yunho orders. You part your lips and let him raise the glass to them. The first drop of water comes cold and sweet; raspberry, it tastes like. “Drink.”
He doesn’t go too fast, doesn’t overwhelm you with it but he’s firm, unrelenting. Mingi holds you in place while you swallow it little by little. “That’s it,” he rasps. “That’s a good little girl. Under you go, baby.”
The others watch in silence, unmoving. Hongjoong’s eyes are blazing. Wooyoung curls his hands into fists against the table as your body grows more and more pliant in Mingi’s arms.
“Good,” Yunho encourages. You’re almost finished now and already the effects start to creep in. “Finish it, doll, all of it. Get nice and dumb for us. Stupid and ready for cock, yeah?”
The last drop goes down easier than the first, like your throat’s accustomed to it now—opened up to it. Is that an effect? You don’t know. There was a long list of them, of course—but aside from the list of risks and side effects the doctor has insisted you take heed of, you wanted to keep the specifics as a surprise.
“Let’s go to the living room,” Wooyoung suggests. “We’ll want her comfortable for when she starts going under.”
”Good idea,” Hongjoong says. Yunho and Mingi help you up from your seat, steadying you on your feet when you falter and walking you through before you really know what’s happening. Their grip on you is so firm that you think you could stop walking right now, legs giving out, and you’d still keep moving between them. They walk with you into the living room then step back, silent, watching the way you try to keep yourself steady.
The others get settled, chatting amongst themselves while you stand there aimlessly. You already feel a little dazed; a little lost without their guiding hands. Hongjoong fixes you with an expression that’s half curious, half expectant. “Well?”
“It should start to work soon,” you say softly. “But I’m not sure how long.”
You shuffle towards where he’s sat on the couch and let him pull you into his lap with a small squeak of surprise. His arms wrap around you, his hold firm but gentle; familiar, his hands rubbing small patterns across your skin like he often does. “There we go,” he mumbles. “Relax, angel.”
A few of the others gather around where Yeosang sits cradling you against his chest. Their expressions are gentle, but you see the excitement in their eyes; the tension held tight in their chests like they’re trying to hold themselves back.
They must see the slight confusion on your face, though; must see you wondering why Yeosang seems to be almost trying to soothe you to sleep, because they smile with brief amusement. “The video says you’ll slip easier if you’re comfortable,” Yunho, standing in front of you, explains gently. He reaches down to cup your cheek, smiling when you nuzzle into the touch. “We need you nice and relaxed so you can turn off that brain for us. Get you in your rightful place, hm? Nice and dumb the way you’re supposed to be.”
“She’ll look so pretty with her eyes empty,” Mingi hums. “Nothing on her mind except cock. I can’t wait.”
They’ve always been good at this—talking to you, breaking and wearing you down with their words. Just the low, gentle hum of their voices and the assurance and authority of their words is enough to turn your brain to mush and your limbs to jelly on an ordinary day; pliant and vulnerable and putty in their hands.
Today, though, it’ll be even deeper. You wait expectantly for the fog—or so the leaflet described it—to arrive; for the warmth and fuzziness to creep through your body until you’re enveloped and caught in it like thick smog.
It starts in your tummy. They notice it before you do—your eyes drooping. Breathing slowing down. Body relaxing into Yeosang’s hold just a little bit more. The distant look in your eyes like you’re a hundred worlds away.
“There she goes,” San coos. He's next to Yunho, you realise. You hadn’t noticed his presence at all. “How you feeling, angel?”
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to gather your thoughts but they scatter like mice every time you reach for them. Your words are choked, forced out through the thickening fog.
Fuck, it works fast.
“I…I feel…”
Floaty, you want to say. But the words are gone, vanished into thick, hot air. You wrap Yeosang’s shirt around your fists and cling to him like he’s your last lifeline.
“Oh baby,” San smiles. You feel his grip on your chin, soft but firm, tilting your head up to look at him. “Can’t even talk now, hm? Just so small and stupid, aren’t you?”
“No point trying to get her to respond now, San.” Jongho is sat some distance away, watching the scene unfold with well-disguised interest. His voice is mild; eager, clearly, but still unbothered. It’s absolutely delicious. “She’s too stupid to understand anything we say. Just a pair of holes at this point.”
“Three holes, actually,” Seonghwa says. “Baby slut’s gonna want her asshole used too, I’m sure.”
“Of course she will.” San nods appreciatively, his gaze running up and down your body like he’s drinking you in; he grabs one of your tits and pinches at the nipple with enough pressure to make you gasp. “Pretty little holes, aren’t they? All she’s good for. Empty headed little bimbo, she barely even knows who’s touching her.”
He flicks at your forehead as if to prove his point, like he’s expecting to hear the echo of a hollow, emptied out head. It hurts, stings, but all you can do is push your lips out in a soft, pathetic little pout.
“I like her much better like this,” Mingi laughs. “Dumb and docile. Fuck, can I use her first?”
“Not sure it matters,” San says, shrugging a little. “She’ll be stuffed full and leaking soon enough, but yeah, sure Min. I get her asshole first though. Hasn’t been used in a while. I wanna break it in.”
You just watch, silently, as they discuss you and your undoing like you’re not even there. It’s not a conversation you could join in on now if you wanted to.
You hear them, of course; you even understand what they’re saying, but something is different. Distant. Clouded. Like it doesn’t quite reach you on the level it did before.
Fuck, you love this feeling.
Yeosang pushes two fingers past your lips and you accept them without thought, suckling at them like you’ve been starved for it. Drool spills from your mouth and onto your lap but you neither notice nor care.
He does, though. Sees the thoughts slipping from you as easily as if they were never yours to begin with. “That’s it,” he croons. “You go nice and little for me while your masters decide what to do with you.”
Master. It’s not a foreign term to you—Yunho’s known to favour it sometimes, especially when he’s in one of his moods, and though he’d never admit it it always pushes Hongjoong to his orgasm just a little faster.
But now it’s all of them, and so casually.
There’s no pause or focus or fanfare around it; no more attention to it than any other word. It’s just a fact now; a simple one: they’re your masters, with absolute authority and responsibility.
It feels warmer and safer and more thrilling the further you sink into it; you push it out, a whimpered “master” that sits like sugar on your tongue and Yeosang groans. You feel him twitching just slightly against your ass.
“That’s right,” he praises, pressing his lips against your ear. “That’s my name, sweetheart. Our name. You remember that, yeah?”
You nod. “Yeah, master.”
“Good girl.“
Then there’s another hand on you, wrapping around your thigh and squeezing the bare, tender flesh. You try to turn your head to whoever’s just sat down next to you but it just lolls down against your shoulder—too dumb to hold your own weight. Arousal and helplessness twists in your gut in tandem and you hear Yeosang chuckle, lifting your chin carefully in his hands and tilting your head towards the newcomer.
Seonghwa looks beautiful. You forget that sometimes, just how radiant he is; but now with your mind blank and susceptible and unable to process anything but that which is immediately in front of you, it’s all you can see.
He cups your cheeks, held firm between strong, soft hands, and all you can feel or think about is the safety of his touch. Your awareness is still slipping, pushed further and further, the drug still reaching its full power, but that’s the one thing you know for certain, unwaveringly.
Seonghwa is safe. They all are. Even if it takes you a moment to recognise the faces as they appear in front of you, you know they’re safe through instinct alone.
The fact that that safety so often involves breaking you, pulling you apart at the seams and remaking you as they want you, only makes it more real.
“Sweet thing,” Seonghwa murmurs. “You gone nice and stupid for your masters?”
You moan. “Master…”
His lips curl, a small, leering smile. “That’s it,” he coos. “Our good girl, finally understanding what her purpose is. Took you long enough, didn’t it?”
You whimper, feeling strangely chided; you’re not sure what you’ve done to earn his ire, but that’s the tone—sweetly condescending but with a sternness and a danger that drips from every word—that he uses when you’ve fucked up and are about to be punished.
Yeosang clicks his tongue, but not at you. “Hwa, don’t scare her. She’s so little now, she doesn’t understand you’re just teasing.” He pats your head gently; he seems to delight in the way your expression stays unchanging like you haven’t even noticed. “Hwa was just joking, sweetheart,” he tells you. “He’s not mad at you for taking so long to accept you’re stupid, baby. It’s perfectly normal not to want this; to keep trying to use your brain ‘cause you can’t accept you were never meant to. But you’re so good for finally figuring it out, honey. So clever, baby.”
You start to whine after a moment, though you’re not sure why exactly; there’s a discomfort, an unsettled feeling brewing in your stomach now that you don’t understand. All you know is you want it to stop. You want your masters to fix it. “Hwa,” you sob. “Master.” You clutch your stomach with shaking hands and he presses his own hand atop them, comforting.
“Oh baby,” Seonghwa coos. “Does your tummy hurt, sweetheart?”
You blink, processing. Was it that obvious? “Y-yeah…” You hiccup.
His expression softens further. His eyes do the opposite. He takes his hand away to push two fingers into your mouth and lets you suckle at them like a newborn kitten; your body relaxes a little, though not much. A temporary soother. “That’s it,” he hums. “Feel better?”
A little, you think. But not nearly enough. The pain’s gone from biting to throbbing but it’s still there, still hurting. Your eyes are welling up and you shift uncomfortably in Yeosang’s lap; you feel him hardening beneath you but you’re too unsettled and…and off to process it or what it means. Seonghwa pulls you off of him and into his lap, cradling you against his chest and bouncing you on his knee. “It must be so painful,” he says, all sympathy. “Do you know what it is?”
A beat of silence. You stare up at him and suckle at his fingers even more desperately, as if you’re hoping it’ll somehow ease your pain further. He chuckles. “No, of course you don’t,” he says. “That was a silly question, wasn’t it? Little baby doesn’t know anything anymore. It’s emptiness, baby. That feeling in your tummy. Bimbos get it sometimes, when they haven’t been filled in a while. You need a dick in your cunt to make it go away.”
“Emptiness,” you echo. “Why?”
“Why?” He repeats. His lips stretch briefly into a small smile. “Because you’re a slut, baby. A stupid slut. You can’t live without dick anymore. When you don’t have it your body starts shutting down.”
Shutting down? No. Nonono. You don’t want that. You don’t want to die. You need— you need…
There’s low laughter from above you; you tilt your head upwards and see Yunho staring down at you with a gaze that feels predatory. “Look at her trying to use her brain,” he grins. “Trying to come up with a thought. She still doesn’t realise she’s too stupid to do that now. Trying so hard, aren’t you?”
“Hard,” you repeat.
“You’ll feel better when you stop, you know,” Yeosang says gently. “When you give up.”
“She won’t have a choice soon,” Seonghwa smiles. “C’mon, precious. Don’t fight it. You wanted this, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Then let it do its job, honey. You’re doing well.”
He’s still talking, you think, but not to you; you listen to the sound of his voice without processing the words and let it pull you down deeper.
Then it’s silent. You think.
Seonghwa adjusts you so you’re lying on your back and staring directly up at him. He pinches your cheek—soft, gentle, then a little harder. You do nothing.
He pokes your nose with the tip of his finger. Nothing.
Waves his hand back and forth, then snaps his fingers. Nothing.
He smiles. Anticipating. “Okay,” he says. “She’s gone.”
“Let’s put her to use, then,” Yeosang says.
Seonghwa stands, keeping you cradled against his chest, and turns to the others. They’ve edged closer too; like they’re closing in and preparing to strike. “How do we want her?”
“Put her on her knees,” Hongjoong decides. “I want her looking up at us. Wanna see the emptiness in her eyes.”
The noise Yunho makes is guttural. Fuck. You knew he’d be the absolute worst for this. “Let me do it,” he grunts. Your head lolls back when you’re pulled from Seonghwa’s arms but Yunho catches and holds it. He puts you down carefully; you slump a little when he first lets go and he tugs your hair, pulling you up straight.
“No,” he growls. “You hold your weight. Just like this. Keep your head up; I taught you your posture.”
“Easy,” Seonghwa says—he’s laughing, though. “She’s just a bimbo, Yunho, stop expecting so much from her.”
“The serum doesn’t affect her physically,” Yunho argues. He snaps his fingers in front of your eyes just as Seonghwa had done; the response he gets is the same. A slow, soft blink like you haven’t even noticed it. “She knows how to walk and sit and stand, she just doesn’t know that’s what she needs to do. She needs to be told. She’ll keel over in a slump if no one tells her not to. Won’t you?”
He’s looking at you again now. You blink, slowly, then nod. Yunho smiles, gripping your jaw in his hand and tilting it forwards a little, crouching down to meet your eyes. “Hi, bimbo.” His expression is soft; his words purred like praises. “Ready to serve me?”
You grunt, soft. More of a whimper. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Don’t make her guess,” Jongho snorts. He’s closer now, sounds closer, but you don’t see him. Wait— where even is everyone? You can’t ascertain who’s who and where they are and what they’re doing. All you see is what’s right there in front of you—Yunho, waiting for an answer you don’t have for a question you barely understood.
You expect the slap. You expect the second one too. “Yes master,” Yunho says firmly. “Say it. Show me you know your place.”
“Yes master,” you repeat.
He grins, then hits you again. “That’s my girl. We’re gonna fuck your throat now, you understand? You’re gonna take us all the way in there. Say yes master.”
You nod, blinking. “Yes master.”
“Good. Open your mouth. Wider.” He nods once he’s satisfied; once your mouth is so far open it’s straining your jaw. “Tongue out,” he orders. “Good. Keep it like that. Don’t move it.”
He keeps you there like that for a while—how long exactly you don’t know. Your jaw aches quickly, not intolerable but certainly not comfortable; you feel the saliva gathering on your tongue then dripping out and onto your thighs.
“That’s it,” Yunho smiles. “Drool. That’s how we want to see you. Keep going.”
You don’t really have a choice; still the way his eyes gleam as your thighs get messier and messier makes you fuzzy with pride. Fuck, you didn’t know it was even possible to drool this much. You register, faintly, the others watching you, making comments to each other you can’t hear or understand. “More,” Yunho says. “Make a mess of yourself. Nasty girl.”
“This is how you really want to be,” Yeosang’s voice comes from somewhere behind you, “underneath all the pretending, this is who you are. Dumb and drooling. You weren’t meant for any more than this.”
There’s a hand on the back of your neck, firm but careful, skin soft on yours. “Yeosang,” you murmur.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” he coos. ”You ready to have your mouth fucked? Want master to hold you still?”
“Please.”
He braces two hands around the front of your neck, set under your jaw and holding your head firmly in place. You blink, once, twice, and when you open your eyes again Yunho is sliding his dick past your lips.
He’s already hard; already leaking; Yeosang moves one hand to grip your hair and pulls your head backwards enough for you to look Yunho directly in the eyes.
Yunho is very, very good at playing it cool; at keeping the unbothered, unimpressed demeanour and hiding how affected he truly is.
But over your time with him, with them, you’ve learned to see past the facade. You’ve learned to spot the small signs of pleasure in his face and body and voice; in the way he holds you, talks to you; the way the vein in his neck bulges, Adam's apple pulsing; the way his jaw clenches and his eyes flash when pleasure courses through him.
You’ve learned to find it and use it to guide you to where you want him—to the taste of thick, hot cum dripping down your throat.
He doesn’t ease you into it—he goes straight to the back of your throat like he really doesn’t see you as human at all. Just a fleshlight or a pocket pussy, primed for his pleasure and nothing more. Maybe he’s right to, now at least; with the way Yeosang holds you so firmly in place you have no choice but to take Yunho in his entirety. You gag and splutter and choke around his length every time he hits the back of your throat and none of them acknowledge it at all.
Your vision is blurry, tears welling, then you feel your eyes rolling back like you’ve lost the strength to hold them yourself. You hear Yeosang coo, murmuring something to the others that seems to make them laugh but you can’t quite work out what it is. You just close your eyes and focus on keeping your mouth open; jaw loose so you can take Yunho with minimal pain.
Not that that seems to be among their concerns.
You don’t have to do much—or any—work, with Yunho fucking your throat and Yeosang holding your head in place to stop it lolling back or trying to get away. You just have to take it. You’ve gotten very, very good at that.
The familiar taste—hot, salty, thick—comes sooner than you expect it; you hear distantly the sound of Yunho cracking; a strangled, staggered moan, his thrusts getting faster and more aggressive, Yeosang’s grip tightening to hold you firmer against the force of it—then the taste. The reward. Yunho keeps his dick in your mouth, all the way, your face pressed up against his crotch. “Take it all,” he grits out. “Swallow my fucking cum. Don’t you waste a drop.”
“She knows,” Yeosang says coolly.
“I doubt it crossed her mind not to,” Wooyoung, you think, adds from somewhere further. “She’s programmed for it.”
He’s right. You hadn’t even thought to do anything but swallow.
When Yunho pulls out, groaning, you feel cum dripping out of your mouth and down your chin; feel it sitting on your swollen wet lips. Yunho tuts, gathering the cum on your chin with one finger and pushing it back into your mouth.
“I said don’t waste a drop,” he says. “C’mon, stupid. Swallow it, there we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
You nod, dazedly, grunting a little. Yunho pats your cheek. “Good girl.”
There’s hands on you now, more than before, and you feel yourself moving; legs in the air, body turned over, then your face is pressed into the floor and your legs are spread apart. Someone is rubbing up and down the backs of your thighs and a warm, soft palm is cupping your pussy. Oh… that… that feels good. You want more.
You whine, squirming, chasing the slight pressure on your cunt; the hand winds back without a word and lands there in a sharp, scolding smack.
“Bad girl,” Yeosang chides. His finger pushes into your hole, just a little, then pulls back and smacks you again. You whine, crying out, and he clicks his tongue. “So dramatic,” he coos. “Come on, you can handle a few smacks. Don’t act like you’re new to this.”
You nod, grunting, and he hits you again. “Okay, sweetheart,” he croons. “Mingi’s gonna fuck you first. You’ll be good for him, won’t you?”
“Yes’ir,” you mumble, words slurring.
You feel it pressing against your hole; the familiar sensation of Mingi’s hard, heavy cock pushing inside. It’s throbbing, twitching; you can picture the leaking, angry tip pushing past your wet, sticky folds. You squirm, chasing it, trying to push back into it but their hands on you are firm and solid and all you can really do is take it.
“Shit, she’s wet,” Mingi groans, his voice strangled a little. He coos, leaning over you, lips brushing against your skin. “You’re all slippery, baby. Sucking me in so prettily.”
He starts slow. A long, drawn-out thrust, pushing right to your g-spot and staying there. One, two, three, four seconds, each one stretching further and further, then he eases up. Every thrust is harder than the last, building slowly, until his resolve and control seems to crack slightly and he starts rutting into you, fast and sharp and sloppy, like he’s been starved for it.
Your mouth is hanging open, drool dripping past your lips, tongue hanging out of the side like you’ve forgotten what to do with it, forgotten it’s even there. Maybe you have—the only thing you’re even close to conscious of right now is Mingi. His hands, his thrusts, his hips colliding with yours, the sounds of his groans. Mingi fucks you fully and completely, and every thrust feels like a piece of yourself dripping away into his control.
“Shit,” someone hisses. “Look at how she takes it.”
“Is she cumming tonight?” Someone asks.
“Not yet,” comes a reply. “Later, maybe, if she’s good. Bimbos have to earn it; it’s not a right.”
You whine, trying to push your hips backward; Mingi’s hand comes down on the back of your thigh, sharp and stinging, then squeezes the sensitive flesh hard enough to make you sob.
“Look at them,” Mingi grunts. He grabs your hair and yanks it backwards, forcing your head up. “Show them how pretty you are with your cunt full.”
“Mingi,” you mewl. His grip is iron, straining your neck and stinging your scalp, but you’re powerless against it; against him. “Ngh…”
“That’s right,” he coos. “So dumb, aren’t you? Can’t think of anything but dick. Clench around me, don’t you dare let go, you hear?”
You nod, fervent, and he makes a noise of approval, soothing the patch of skin where he’d slapped you.
“I’m going to cum in you,” he says, tone empty. “All the way inside. S’gonna fill up your womb. Wet and messy, just how you like it, yeah?”
“Yes sir,” you squeal. You close your eyes, forcing deep, steady breaths as you await what’s coming.
It comes like a wave—crashing, intense, a warm feeling in your tummy that leaks out of you where you’ve no more room to take it. You feel it dripping out from around his cock, unable to stop it; when he pulls out, grunting something you can’t quite decipher but sounds like praise, a rush of it pours out. He slaps your hole, hard and heavy, making you squeal.
“Dirty,” he says simply. “Good job.”
You feel yourself slumping, legs sliding backwards like they can’t hold up your weight anymore. It’s a slow fall, gradual, but you can’t stop it. It doesn’t really dawn on you to try.
“Hold her up,” someone says. You think it’s San. “She can’t hold her own weight now, hold her up.”
Then there’s hands on you, strong and steady, lifting you up and back into the position you’d been in before; face down, ass up, legs spread. Your entire body feels numb, but at the same time you’ve never been more sensitive; hyper-aware of their touches on your skin and the feeling of your cunt, stuffed full and leaking cum that’s sticking to your thighs.
A warm hand presses against your cunt, another wrapping around your waist. The touch is distant but electric, making you whine, squirming a little. “Shush, baby,” San soothes. “You’re okay. It’s just us. Gonna take such good care of you.”
“San,” you whisper. Fuck—you feel so empty. It hurts.
“I know,” he says. “You liked that? Liked Mingi using your tiny cunt?”
You nod fervently. “Yeah, Sannie.”
“Good girl. I’m gonna fuck your ass now. Gonna take it for me?”
“Take it,” you repeat. You blink, slowly, struggling to find the words—any words. “Gonna take it, master.”
He sounds pleased. “Yes you are.”
There’s a squelching sound, then cold, wet fingers are circling your rim. “Relax,” San murmurs. “You were built for this. Just let it happen.”
His fingers slide past your rim and inside as easily as if you really were made for it. He makes a noise, somewhere between a laugh and a groan, and pushes deeper. “That’s it,” he says. “Look at how loose you are. So ready for it, so easy, good girl.”
There’s softness against your face now, softer than the floor at least; Seonghwa is holding you, you realise, his arms wrapped around you keeping you still and your head cradled in his lap. He smiles down at you, patting your hair. “Good girl,” he says. “So brave. Sannie won’t take long.”
“Gonna hurt?” You ask.
“Not too much,” he answers. “Nothing you can’t take.”
“M’kay. You hum, satisfied, nuzzling your face into his lap. He laughs.
San pushes in slowly, at least, though you get the sense that’s more for your preservation than for your benefit. No use playing with something broken, after all.
It’s not the first time you’ve let them in your ass, but it always feels that way. They’re just big, and your hole is so small and unaccustomed to it that they essentially have to hold you down to prevent your body from fighting back on instinct. But it always feels good, they make it feel so good, and there’s something inherently demeaning about it to you that oddly gets you off.
Even as a punishment, it still makes you hot.
Like that time when you’d been getting a little too big for your britches, when you’d started talking back and challenging them and trying to take more than they were giving you, more than you’d earned, so they’d sentenced you to a week of anal only in an attempt to put you back in your place. The emptiness in your cunt had been painful then, not even allowed to be touched—Yunho took to taping over it when he fucked you just to rub salt in the wound—but the feeling of being stretched and stuffed in a hole you’d never had even an inclination to explore yourself, and having your pussy completely ignored in the process, was thrilling enough to make it bearable.
Still not a punishment you’re particularly eager to repeat, though.
There’s voices, soft and sweet and cooing, talking you through it as San bottoms out; hands in your hair and on your skin soothing the painful stretch that even gallons of lube couldn’t completely white out. You’re chewing on something, you realise; Seonghwa’s pants, you think, where your face is held securely in his lap. He doesn’t mind, though—your oral fixation, that need to have something in your mouth, is something they’re well aware of. Something they themselves nurtured and cultivated and encouraged.
For a while, you were fairly certain they were trying to convince you you’d die without their cocks in your mouth. You’re ashamed to say that it very nearly worked.
“This tight little asshole.” San’s voice is rough, low; you can tell he’s gritting his teeth, jaw clenched, and it makes you rather proud, knowing you’re affecting him in this way. You love pleasing them—being good and tight and warm around their cocks.
San starts sliding in and out, not quite slowly, but slow enough that you have a little room to adjust to it. Seonghwa is talking to you; you hear his voice, low and close and comforting, but you don’t know what he’s saying. You don’t think you need to; he sounds kind, he sounds safe and he sounds warm, and that’s enough to make everything else easier.
After a while, when your hole has adjusted to him and the stretch is less overwhelming, you manage to take in your surroundings a little more. Not clearly, but more; Seonghwa holding you in his lap, cradling your head, fingers pushing in and out of your mouth lazily. His dick, hard and pulsing, pressed against the side of your face through the fabric of his pants.
The others gathered around. Mingi, already hard again, stroking himself to the sight of you. Yunho filming, phone in hand.
You smile for the camera. He grins.
“How does it feel?” Seonghwa asks. “Is Sannie fucking you good, baby?”
Right as he speaks San pulls out almost all the way, only to force himself back in again, hard and sharp and sudden; you scream, almost blacking out, the pain and the pleasure too much to take. Seonghwa’s pants feel wet now, probably covered in your tears and snot and drool, but he doesn’t care. He never has—this isn’t the first time you’ve soaked through their clothes. Drool, cum, even your piss on occasion—sometimes you think they’re trying to force you to make as much of a mess as possible. You definitely think it gets them off faster when you do.
“God, look at her face.” Wooyoung’s voice comes like a moan, or a whine—loud, a little shaky, like his composure is breaking. “All blissed out. And loving it, loving getting passed around like a little hooker.”
“She basically is one,” Jongho says. “Or a sugar baby or something. We take care of everything for her, give her everything she wants, pay for everything—she just has to look pretty and bend over.”
“I guess she is one, then. Geez, how dirty.”
“She’s dirty,” Yunho says. “But she’s ours. We like her like that.”
“We do,” Wooyoung agrees. He sounds thrilled—exhilarated just from seeing and talking about you like this. “Dirty but ours, I like that.”
“She takes it so fucking good,” San grunts. He lands a solid smack on the back of your thigh, then another—you barely even register it. He groans. “Like a fuck machine, with her head empty like this. Wish we could keep her like this forever.”
“I’m going in her mouth,” Jongho says suddenly. “Can I go in her mouth?”
“Of course,” Hongjoong says. “Wooyoung, film her from the front. I want to remember all of this.”
You’re adjusted again, head lifted, placed down on something; then something big and hard and warm is pushing past your lips. There’s a mumble—you catch the words that trick with her mouth and saw it in the video—then something pokes at the top of your jaw, a finger you think, and your mouth falls open by itself. All the way. And stays there.
Another effect, it seems like.
“There we go,” Seonghwa coos. “God, what a great little serum this is. Really primes you for a fucking. Keep your mouth open like that, we’ll close it when you’re done.”
You don’t feel like you have a choice. You honestly don’t know if you’d even know how to close it properly.
Jongho’s hands fist into your hair, gripping tight as he starts to thrust. He’s big, thick, and accommodating him is always a struggle—tonight, though, it feels a little easier. A little more natural. As he forces himself to the back of your throat, holding you there until you start to splutter, you feel like this is what you were meant to be.
Is that an effect of the serum, too?
Jongho rarely cums in your mouth. He much prefers to do it on your face or your chest; to see you defiled, to see you messy and covered in his cum, your skin sullied with it, smearing with the sweat and drool that’s tricked down to your chest.
Tonight he does the same; he goes for your chest this time, pulling you up by the hair to get a good aim before thick ropes of cum start to land between your tits. You push your chest out, eager for more, eager to catch it all, and he grins.
“Nasty,” he says. “And all mine.”
“How much more can she take?” Hongjoong asks. “She seems lucid still.”
“She does,” Wooyoung says, and he doesn’t sound pleased. “San, fuck her harder. We need her dumber than this.”
San grunts, obliging; his hand presses down on your mouth, pulling your head back and muffling sounds you barely register making. He’s leaning over you now, it seems like; his lips graze over your ears, nipping and catching the skin on his teeth. “Take it,” he grunts. “No noise. No thinking. No struggling. Just go limp and take it.”
You nod; he rewards you with two fingers slipping into your mouth and pushing down on your tongue. You suck at them frantically, overwhelmed, and he makes a noise of satisfaction. “Just like that,” he encourages. “I’m gonna cum in your ass, bimbo, and you’re gonna hold it there. You’re gonna clench your hole til we can get you plugged up. Yes?”
“Yes’ir,” you slur. “G’na hold it.”
He hums, then his fingers leave your mouth and your head is being pressed against the floor, held in place by a pressure on your head you can’t identify, and you’re completely trapped, completely immobile as San fucks you towards his orgasm. You can always tell when it’s coming; he starts whining a little, his grunts and moans going higher as he chases pleasure. His thrusts do the opposite—they get harder, faster, more brutal, less restrained strength and more uncontrolled lust on a level that feels primal.
He cums with a shout, like a roar or a battle cry from the bottom of his chest, rasping and breaking as he fucks you through it.
And then it’s over.
There’s hands on your cheeks, spreading them apart; San’s dick is a solid presence in your hole until he starts to pull away, sliding out slowly and steadily like he’s easing you into (or out of, in this case) it. “Hold it,” he murmurs. “Clench.”
You do. You only have to for a second or so; then there’s something else, something cold and wet and metal pressing in, and you recognise it as your favourite stainless steel buttplug. You hope it’s the one with the jewel on the end; the pink sparkly one that always makes you feel dolled up. You love it so much you sometimes forgo panties or even clothes altogether when you’re wearing it, just to show it off to them as much as possible.
“Pink?” You ask as it settles into place. A warm hand rests on your cheek and someone laughs, knowing exactly what you’re asking.
“Yes, baby,” Yunho says. “Your favourite pink plug. You look like such a little princess.”
You smile; a weak, dazed, dumb smile, your eyes half shut, and someone laughs. Maybe more than one.
“How do you feel?” Seonghwa asks. “Tired? Need a break?”
“No,” you reply, suspiciously quickly. “No, sir. Need… keep going.”
“Feeling empty again, aren’t you?” He smiles. “The plug’s not doing it for you? Need a cock to keep you calm?”
“Please.”
“Is she still wet?”
Your hips are lifted up, aching pussy lips spread apart, warm fingers running through your folds, then a noise of confirmation. “Dripping.”
“Turn her over,” Seonghwa says. “She’s been in this position for long enough. We’ll put her on her back.”
It’s Wooyoung who was behind you, you find out when you’re turned over; he looms above you now with spark and intention in his eyes. He swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, and his nostrils flare.
All but taking a bite out of you.
“I’ll tell you something,” he smiles. “I never thought the sight of Jongho’s cum could make me so turned on.”
“Jesus,” Jongho laughs. “Shut up and fuck her, man.”
Wooyoung huffs, rolling his eyes, lips puffed out in an exaggerated pout. “Fine,” he says, drawing it out a little.
Your legs are lifted up and wrapped around his waist, interlocked against his back. Your hips are pulled upwards by the position so they’re just about level with his crotch. “Keep your legs here,” he instructs. “Say yes master.”
“Yes, master,” you echo, obediently. He locks one hand under you, holding your weight by the waist, and spits on the other. Then again. And again—rubbing it up and down his shaft each time until it’s wet and slippery.
You’re still wet too, you can feel it—though maybe that’s cum dripping out of you, to be fair—but still you feel relieved.
Wooyoung tends to bottom out quickly; he’s not the type to go slow, not the type that really can once he’s finally sunk himself into you. You’re just too warm, too soft, too tight; he needs all of him inside as soon as he gets a taste of it.
His other arm wraps around your waist, too, holding you up the same way, taking the pressure off you to hold your position as he starts to fuck you.
It means the only thing you have to think or care or be aware of is what you’re feeling now—his bruising grip on your skin, his cock buried in your sensitive cunt and slamming against your g-spot like he has something to prove.
“Smile, baby,” he says; it takes a moment for the words to register. “You’re still being filmed, pretty girl. Gave the camera to Jongho. Say hi.”
You don’t know where to look—or how to look, at this point; you whine helplessly, desperately, and someone laughs then gently grabs your head and tilts it to the right.
Sure enough, there he is—pointing the phone directly at you. You stare at it, blinking slowly; your body moves and jerks violently with every thrust, and you feel your tits bouncing up and down with the movements.
Jongho is staring at them, blatantly. You smile.
“Baby,” Wooyoung says, a little firmer now. “I told you to say hi to the camera. Wave, or something. Stop being stupid.”
Oh, yeah. “Hi,” you squeak out.
“There we go.” Jongho’s eyes flicker upwards to meet yours, then return to the phone screen, monitoring the video. “Sweet little pornstar. She can lift her legs higher, Wooyoung.”
You can; you’ve worked on it with them. Wooyoung grabs your legs where they’re wrapped around his waist and lifts them higher until they’re slung over his shoulders and hardly any of your body is on the ground except for your head.
It’s like you're floating—but it’s anything but gentle.
And he gets so much deeper like this
“H-hurts,” you whine. “A-ah, Woo, it hurts.”
“Does it?” He asks lightly. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself, though.”
“She loves it,” San says. “Don’t listen to her, Wooyoung, she doesn’t know what she’s saying. She’s just babbling ‘cause she doesn’t know what to do with herself. Just look at how wet she is; making a mess all over the place. That doesn’t come from anything but pleasure.”
Wooyoung groans. “You’re right. And she’s fucking clinging to me, too. Tightens every time I hit the spot. You’re not slick, bunny.”
You never really have been—not with them, at least. They’ve always had a talent for that; their ability to read you, to understand and unravel you even when you’d rather they didn’t, was one of the things that drew you to them.
You’re not certain how much time passes like that; you, spread out, folded almost in half and entirely helpless; Wooyoung’s fingers digging into your waist as he pushes in and out while the others spit praises and dirt and filth at you. You lose track of what they’re saying or doing; all you can do is take and feel and float on the feeling.
You’ve never felt less in control of yourself. You’ve also never felt less of a need to be.
Everything about this—the helplessness, the loss of control, the care, the weightlessness of having nothing on your shoulders—feels like what you were meant to be.
“She’s still going deeper,” someone hisses. “Fuck, how is she still going deeper into it?”
“That’s it.” Seonghwa’s voice is close enough and gentle enough in that distinctly Seonghwa way for you to distinguish. “Keep slipping. Sink into it baby, good girl. So dumb, aren’t you?”
“Dumb,” you repeat. “H—Hwa, I—”
“I know,” he hushes you. “You’re making Wooyoung feel so good, baby. Taking it like such a little champ.”
“So good,” Wooyoung grunts. “Fuck, I love you.”
Even after taking Mingi, the stretch of Wooyoung’s dick inside your cunt burns and stings only just short of painfully. His grip on you hurts as well, fingers digging into fragile tender skin without care, but there’s too many things happening to your body right now to focus too much on any in particular.
“Hold on.” Seonghwa’s palm presses against your cheek, then two fingers push past your lips and into your mouth. You suck at them, instantly and instinctively, and he coos. “There we go,” he hums. “Something to suckle on.”
“She needs something in her mouth, huh?” Someone says, laughing lowly.
“She needs it even when she’s not drugged up,” Seonghwa replies. “But this… look at her, sucking away at it. She looks so innocent you almost forget she’s being fucked open right now.”
“I’m about to cum,” Wooyoung says suddenly, voice straining.
“Then cum,” Seonghwa responds. His tone is light, and his eyes don’t stray from you, watching the way you suck at his fingers whilst Wooyoung starts to speed up again. You whine loudly at the new sensations, not really understanding them, and Seonghwa runs his other hand across your hair tenderly. “Almost there,” he murmurs. “Wooyoung’s gonna fill you up, keep you nice and warm. Maybe he’ll give you a baby, too. Would you like that, honey?”
You nod, moaning at the thought of it; of being full and swollen with their seed, of being knocked up, of carrying their child. Fuck, you want that so fucking badly. Seonghwa grins; there’s a dry laugh from somewhere too far for you to really comprehend, but it sounds like Yunho. You think. “Seonghwa, don’t say these things while she’s drugged up. She doesn’t know what she’s agreeing to.”
“She’s fine,” Seonghwa dismisses him. “We have her on birth control anyway. It’s just talk, isn’t it, sweet girl?”
You nod again, and Seonghwa smiles, seeming satisfied. Just as he does, Wooyoung shouts, sharp and strangled, and heat spreads in your lower tummy. You squeeze your eyes shut, mouth falling open around Seonghwa’s fingers, riding it out as Wooyoung fucks you through his orgasm. There’s low voices talking you through it, but you don’t know what they’re saying. You don’t care. Everything feels static, your legs locked around Wooyoung’s shoulders, the pleasure that’s been slowly building in your tummy while you were too cock-dumb to comprehend it finally breaking through the haze and making itself known. Fuck, your entire body feels electric, buzzing; you whine, a strangled sound, just as Wooyoung starts to pull out.
He does it slowly. Dragging it out like he’s torturing you on purpose. By the time he’s pulled out completely, a rush of fluid spilling out of you after him, you’re sobbing around Seonghwa’s fingers. Lips press against your forehead, kissing your flushed, sweat-soaked skin, and you cry weakly against it.
“Hwa,” you whimper.
“I’m here,” he hums. “Oh darling, were you feeling good? Did you finally remember you can cum too?”
“Yeah,” you wail. “Hwa.”
“I know,” he croons. “Oh, you poor little thing. Woo was so mean, pulling out just as you were on the edge, wasn’t he?”
“Tummy hurts,” you sniffle. “Need to…”
“You’ll be okay. I’m sure someone will help you.”
“Empty,” you say dazedly. Everything is blurry, fuzzy, out of focus. “Hwa.”
You’re lifted then, strong arms picking you up from where you’re spread out and defined in a heap and planting you gently down on Seonghwa’s lap. He takes his fingers out of your mouth and uses them to rub lazily at your pussy, gathering the mess between your folds, then pushes them back into your mouth again. It tastes salty, creamy; a little bitter. You lick it up like you’re fucking starving.
“She could live off this,” someone says. “Look at her, she loves the taste.”
By the time Seonghwa’s fingers are finally clean, nothing more for you to lick up no matter how hard you try, your eyelids are heavy, heavier by the second. Only then do you finally notice how exhausted you really are; how it’s seeped into your bones and sunken into your skin like a parasite you can’t rid yourself of.
Your pussy is still throbbing, though. Wetness still slides down your thighs. Your mouth still tries to pull Seonghwa’s fingers in deeper so you can choke on them against the back of your throat.
“Confusing, huh?” Seonghwa hums. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s just your special medicine doing its job. It makes sure you’re always ready to be fucked; keeps you loose and wet and begging for it, stops you from tightening up again. That’s the last thing we’d want. You’re alright.”
Oh. That explains it; why the stretch when they slid in, while still noticeable, was easier and less painful than usual; why it’s felt like your holes were lubricating themselves; why you’ve been so fucking needy for it no matter how fucked out or exhausted you are. It all makes sense now.
“You’ll be throbbing all week.” Hongjoong comes to sit next to your head, crouched down, running his hand across your forehead. You whine, reaching for him—you miss him, and you love him, and he’s always so warm and patient and he always fucks and touches and disciplines you just the way you need it, and has he been very involved this evening? It doesn’t feel like it—but your hands are too heavy to hold yourself. Hongjoong, always knowing what you need, takes your hands in his and holds them to his chest himself.
You can feel his heart beating through his shirt. Feel his warmth; the outline of his muscles constricting as he breathes in and out. You sigh, contented, and he smiles. “You’ll be throbbing all week,” he says again. “Even when you’re sleeping. To make sure you don’t get any ideas about telling us no. Keeps you ready for it. You’ll be able to ignore it most of the time; not that you’ll need to, though. We’ll be keeping you very well fucked this week.”
“All week?” You echo, your voice barely a murmur. “Th…throbbing all week?”
“Sounds scary, huh?” Seonghwa chuckles. “You’ll be alright. That’s just how bimbos are made. It’s part of your biology, honey.”
“Are you throbbing now?” Hongjoong asks. Before you can answer—try to, at least—he presses his hand against your cunt, cupping it in his palm and fingers. It’s when he pulls away, nodding, a curious hum from between his lips, that you realise it wasn’t a question for you. Phew. “You are,” he says. “Little pussy is pulsing. Like a heartbeat. She could take more easily.”
“Ay, she’s sleepy though,” someone says. Cold fingers pinch at your cheeks, making you wince. “Shouldn’t we let her rest?”
“She hasn’t even cum yet.”
“She doesn’t need to,” Seonghwa says. “And it won’t make her feel any better anyway.”
“I say she cums tomorrow. Or today, if we decide to keep fucking her.”
“I agree with Yunho.” Hongjoong puts your hands back down, tucking them against your chest, but doesn’t let go. Just holds them there, rubbing small circles into your skin with his thumbs. “There’s no reason for her to cum before we’ve all had a turn. Is there, baby?”
You’re just staring at him. He clicks his fingers, right in front of your eyes; you jump slightly, delayed a little, then nod. “There we go,” he laughs. “See, even the whore agrees.”
Your eyelids are drooping now—but with everything lagging like this, you don’t realise until everything fades to black. You frown, brows furrowing in confusion, trying to catch up, and they laugh.
“Oh, look at her. Did we tire her out that much?”
“Poor thing’s dozing off.”
“No wonder. She’s taken a lot.”
It’s Seonghwa, as it quite often is, who makes the final decision. You’ve noticed the eldest two are also often the most level headed, and the rest of them seem to defer to them on that basis as well. “We’ll let her sleep,” he says. His voice is quiet, soft, like he’s trying not to wake you, but it brokers no room for argument. “She agreed to let us use her when she sleeps, too, but this is the first day. She needs to adjust. She’ll take the rest of us in the morning, then we can think about letting her cum. Alright?”
By the time the others answer, you’re already out like a light.
merry christmasssss my babies!! there wasn’t as much hongjoong as i’d have liked in this chapter, but he’ll be featuring prominently in the next one!! as will all the others
comments, rbs, general thoughts are always appreciated. :)
