where you and jeonghan find out youâve been unknowingly sharing the same guy, and get back at him by fucking each other.
â„ pairing: seungcheol x f!reader x jeonghan
â„ words: 4.9k
â„ warnings: everyone is bisexual, brief petty fighting over a man, pure smut: masturbation, unprotected sex, mouth & hand stuff, multiple orgasms, cum eating, mouth spitting, a smidge of ass play, cucking. 18+ mdni.
â„ notes: man, is this filthy. i did not read this shit over. only took a month and a few rewrites but we got here!!
you: [1 attachment]Â
you smile at the thumbnail while waiting for it to be sent through to yourself: cheollieâs pretty face stuffed between your thighs.Â
just something to keep you company the next time work demands his attention for days on end. finding a new fuck buddy has been out of the question since the first time you met seungcheol at the clubs and promptly took him home â or rather, the first time you hooked up with someone who wasnât him and realised sex isnât all that when heâs not the one youâre doing it with.Â
once it shows up as Delivered to your end, you shut off his phone and discard it somewhere in the sheets. you roll over and nuzzle into his back, nodding off to the soft snores of the man who just spent the last few hours fucking the living daylights out of you.Â
until a ding from his phone cuts through your shallow doze. then another. you blink, confused and increasingly panicked at the timing of the notification.Â
âŠdidnât you send the video to yourself??
you didnât exactly check the name before sending it, but you didnât have to. it should be you at the top of seungcheolâs contacts. youâre the last person he messaged after all, since he invited you to a trip to pound town and was pretty occupied with that until knocking out in your bed.Â
another ding has you fumbling around the blanket for seungcheolâs phone. you hold it to your face, squinting through the light to read the name on his notification screen.Â
âhannieâ?Â
you donât waste another moment in punching in his passcode and opening the chat up with a sinking stomach. whoever this illustrious hannie is, she was on the receiving end of your sex tape, not yourself.Â
hannie:Â ??????
hannie:Â Cheollie??Â
your stomach flips at the nickname. he told you to call him that too. said it was special, just between you two; only lets girls call him that when heâŠÂ
you:Â this is cheolâs girlfriend. who the fuck is this?Â
okay, so you may have just blatantly lied. but youâre not above being possessive, let alone petty.
seungcheolâs quite literally the best dick youâve ever had â even if youâre too emotionally unavailable to slap a label on it that would make him yours alone â so youâre just a little curious about the competition, especially when up until now you werenât aware there was any.
you quit seeking out anyone else since the dawn of your little agreement with seungcheol, and you just assumed he was doing the same⊠considering you let him fuck you raw.Â
hannie:Â ă ă ă ă ă ă
hannie:Â No offence babes, but if you really think youâve got Cheollie locked down, youâre delusional~
youâre shaking with adrenaline all over at this point. you actually canât believe the audacity on this woman. you scroll back up to the sex tape and hold on it until the little options bubble pops up. if she thinks sheâs funny, youâre about to start acting fucking hilarious.
you:Â [forwarded an attachment]
you: if thatâs your man then why was he eating this pussy? đ€Ł
hannie: well fuck
hannie: Iâm hard
in the split second your mind blanks from disbelief, your thumb flies to the call button in the corner of the screen as you slip out of bed. it barely rings once before hannie picks up.Â
âgod, youâre forward.â she â or rather, he â says in a low, raspy chuckle.Â
your jaw actually drops a little. if you werenât so pissed off youâd probably findâŠhis⊠voice attractive.Â
âyouâre a dude?!?â you whisper-yell, padding into the bathroom and locking the door behind you.Â
âyes.â
âyour nameâs hannie.âÂ
âitâs short for jeonghan.â
âokay jeonghan,â you seethe with as much malice in your tone as you can manage. âwho the fuck are you?â
âi think you owe me the answer to that first, sweetheart. considering you came on to me.âÂ
âfuck off.â you snap, and he whistles lowly in response. you frown. âare you fucking him?âÂ
âi have been.â you can just hear the smirk in his tone.Â
just like in the movies, your back slides down the bathroom wall until youâre sat on the cold tile. this shitshow is just the gift that keeps on giving. not only is your all-time favourite fuck buddy seeing other bitches, but said bitch is a whole ass man, whoâs sassier than you are.Â
âi didnât know cheollie swung that way.â you mutter.Â
âi didnât know he swung your way either. guess our boyfriend was playing us both, hm?â
you scoff, offended that heâd even lump you in with him like youâre some sort of team. âhe is not my boyfriend. how long have you been seeing him??âÂ
âsince april.â the same as you. fuck. âheâs not mine either. but does it even matter who was taking him up the ass first? weâve both been led on, sweetheart.âÂ
âshut up.â you grit. you couldâve gone your entire life without having to hear you were unknowingly sharing a dick with this cocky ass twink. âand for your information, i never took him.âÂ
âoh wow.â jeonghan sighs, though it sounds too much like a whine. âis this why cheollieâs always so rough with me? because heâŠhahâŠcops it from you?âÂ
you blink, turning your volume to the max and listening to the unmistakable noises coming from the other end: the shuffling of fabric, barely concealing the slick sounds beneath it.Â
âare you seriously fucking jerking off?âÂ
jeonghan huffs, and you can just hear the way he smirks through the phone. âcan you blame me? you sent me a video of my man eating a pretty fucking pussy.âÂ
âoh my god.â you can only say in disbelief.Â
the noises come to a halt, as you can imagine jeonghanâs hand did. against your will, your mind conjures up an image of the way he must be gripping himself right now: cock twitching in his fist, begging for any friction, but refusing to move until your voice is at his ear again.Â
until you tell him itâs okay.Â
he audibly gulps. ââŠis that too much?âÂ
you stare at the tiles of the bathroom floor. the room around you goes blurry as you focus on nothing but his shaky puffs of air on the other end.
you donât know how itâs come to this. but fuck if youâre not gonna channel all this adrenaline somewhere.Â
for a moment, the only response from your end is something shuffling. jeonghan only realises whatâs happening when you spit, and he smirks since he knows it must be on your own fingers.Â
âi didnât say stop, did i?â you tell him in a whisper, breath hitching when your fingers swirl over your clit.Â
jeonghan moans through a laugh, and you throb under your fingers at the noise.Â
âoh, iâll do whatever you want.â he drawls.Â
most people would be devastated if they were in your position: realising that the only dick youâve been letting cum inside of you, was also getting sticked into holes that didnât belong to you. and you were devastated over the revelation for all of like a few minutes before justâŠÂ having phone sex with owner of said holes?
after you came on your fingers to the sound of jeonghan doing much the same on his end, then sat in a puddle of your arousal and regret as you caught your breath, jeonghanâs mellow tone was enough to still your scattered thoughts.Â
âdonât feel bad, pretty.â he cooed to you, reading the silence exactly for what it was. âhe hid us from each other. looks like this was why, huh?âÂ
in fact, it was.Â
you stayed up all night texting jeonghan from your own phone once you slid back into bed like nothing happened. after one hell of a first impression, it surprised you how well you and jeonghan got on as you properly got to know each other. how often you giggled at his jokes, how attracted you were to him in the selfie he sent where you nearly mistook him for a girl again.Â
how you pressed your thighs together when his words turned filthier in response to the selfie you sent back.
you were almost disappointed when seungcheol woke you up the following morning by pressing his morning wood against your ass. it was the fact that you couldnât invite jeonghan over to see if heâs just as good as through the phone, and all you had was this lying, fat cock throbbing bitchass...Â
âwhereâs this coming from?â seungcheol chuckles as you straddle him, pissed off at him and pent up by jeonghan; grinding your clothed heat right down onto his in chase of friction.Â
âjust you, cheollie.â you smile lopsided at him, mind elsewhere.Â
you think back to memory of jeonghan fucking his fist to the sound of your voice, how wrecked and pretty his moans were. thinking back to the nudes he sent you when the conversation steered to just sexting, how his cock was weeping around his fingers and onto his toned stomach.Â
as you rode seungcheol, you did so selfishly. you kept your eyes screwed shut as you rocked on him, uncaring for the movement he needs to get off, your thoughts consumed entirely with the guy heâs been seeing behind your back. the guy you fully intend to start seeing behind his back.
you imagine itâs jeonghanâs slender cock fucking right into your g-spot right now instead of cheolâs girthier length. you imagine itâs jeonghanâs soft moans beneath you instead of cheolâs rough grunts. you imagine itâs jeonghanâs lithe fingers coming to rub at your clit instead of cheolâs thick ones.Â
you almost called out the wrong name as your orgasm seized you.Â
luckily you didnât, or else seungcheol wouldâve refused to leave your place; especially since you were basically pushing him out the door while he was still in post-nut clarity.
after your place was free of one man, you took your pretty ass to the shower, freshened up, and texted the other man your address.
jeonghan fucked you so good and so thoroughly you damn nearly texted seungcheol and thanked him.Â
most people in your position would probably be giving you nasty side eye for it. now, youâre only devastated over seungcheol hiding him purely because youâve been missing out.Â
and well, jeonghan fully intends to make up for lost time.Â
you were both on the same page about this being your shared little secret from seungcheol, his own personal karma. but you didnât intend to stop seeing him, no â thatâs where half the fun came from.
jeonghan fit into your days so easily as if the spot was there waiting for him. you texted and called him just as much as seungcheol. whenever your man couldnât come around, youâd be calling your other man right over.Â
you started filming sex tapes with seungcheol for the sole purpose of watching them back with jeonghan. youâd reenact them with him as they played in the background: sometimes heâd be seungcheol and press you into the mattress as he fucked you, sometimes youâd be seungcheol and youâd ride him until he was a shaking mess.Â
whenever seungcheol preferred one of you over the other for the week â one being told that he was busy and would make it up next week, the other being fucked into oblivion by him â you always made sure no one else was left out. you traded photos of the messy state heâd leave you in, retold the sex in detail over call as the other got off to your voice: jeonghan jerking off to you telling how seungcheol bent you over a desk, you fingering yourself to jeonghan telling how he deepthroated seungcheol.Â
you always have jeonghan over after him. never before. seungcheolâd smell his other lover on you in an instant, and god forbid choi seungcheol feel left out.Â
some days it feels like youâre just fucking seungcheol so that you can get a round two with jeonghan once heâs gone. and youâd feel bad, if only seungcheol didnât try to gatekeep jeonghan first â in an effort to protect his own fears of being the one left out, of course.Â
how ironic.
âwhere he goes low,â jeonghan had cooed to you once, rubbing the aches out from your back in the post-sex haze. âwe go lower.â
and youâve been living by that.
as per usual, jeonghan gets to your place so quickly after seungcheolâs left that youâre worried their cars may have passed by each other.Â
he canât help it. jeonghanâs favourite thing ever is tasting his man while heâs fucking his girl. once you texted him that you let seungcheol fuck you raw, he didnât even reply. rather, you got the life360 notification that heâd left his house to know that he was instantly on his way over after reading that, forgetting to let you know in text.Â
and, lucky for you both, seungcheol left behind his hoodie.Â
after jeonghan lets himself in, he finds you laying on your bed in nothing but just that â the smell of sweat and sex and seungcheol still heady in the air.Â
you smile at your man, spreading your legs and showing where youâre cupping your hand over your pussy to keep your other manâs cum from leaking out.Â
âoh, baby, youâre too good to me.â jeonghan praises in a broken voice, mindlessly throwing his keys somewhere across the room as he dives onto the mattress, sights honed in on what youâve got for him between your legs.Â
you cry out when his mouth latches onto your pussy as if by a magnetic pull. your hands tangle in his hair, trying your best to not just rip the strands out â still sensitive from how seungcheol left you.Â
you hadnât even gotten off, in fact. youâd insisted to him that you wanted to be edged, with the promise that next time he could make you cum til you fainted. and well, you still intend to make good on that promise â but itâs also because jeonghanâs greedy ass isnât satisfied unless heâs pulled at least two orgasms out of you and some days you nearly canât take it. call it suffering from success.Â
now with the treat youâve left for him between your thighs, youâre sure youâll be in for him rewarding you with a handful of orgasms.Â
heâs so lost in the sauce that he doesnât even realise he had his eyes shut until heâs missing the sight of your face. you watch his lashes flutter open, his pretty brown eyes flicking up to your face: lips curling in a satisfied smile as he licks a hard stripe from your hole to clit.Â
his chin and cheeks glisten with the messy mixture of fluids. he keeps bobbing his head like that, applying pressure with his tongue just to see you tremble above him. heâs so in tune with your body at this point that he cocks a brow as a thought clicks in his head.Â
he pouts. âaw, baby. did cheollie not make you cum?âÂ
he blows air out on your clit experimentally, and his eyes shade over with how you shudder at the barest contact.Â
you shake your head. âtold him not to. wanted it to be you, hannie.âÂ
for such a sharp tongue, you render jeonghan speechless for a beat. his grin stretches wider across his soaked face, and heâs looking at you like he could grant you the whole world if you only asked.Â
âyou canât be saying shit like that, sweetheart.â he sighs, plunging two lithe fingers into your core and delighting in the way you sob a moan. âif you ever want me to get rid of me..â
ânot happening.â you grit out, throwing your head back when he starts to pump his fingers slowly.Â
he sucks in a sharp inhale, one of necessity because youâve got him that breathless.Â
âah. you must really like me.â he curls his fingers until he hits that spongey spot, tutting at how your thighs clamp around his head in kind. âlucky me, âcause i am crazy about you.âÂ
jeonghan reattaches his mouth to your pussy, lips closing around your clit to suck on the bundle of nerves. youâre sure he must feel how youâre throbbing under his tongue and around his fingers. cheol left you teetering off the edge, so you knew youâd be a goner when jeonghan got here so soon afterwards.Â
his fingers relentlessly curl inside of you, his mouth switching between kitten licks and suctioning on your clit until youâre shouting out something that might be his name â orgasm completely taking over your body.Â
you think you die a little with how hard and fast it slammed into you. jeonghanâs diligent to lick and fuck you through it, so youâre not sure how long it is before you come down, chest fighting to catch breath and throat sore from the exertion.Â
you weakly tilt your chin down at jeonghan, whoâs leaving gentle pecks on your inner thigh as he waits for you. his eyes catch on yours and he smirks, no doubt plotting something behind that beautiful face.Â
jeonghan inches his fingers out, and you wince as his knuckles drag deliberately against your walls. his fingers are completely drenched: his saliva, your cum, and some of seungcheolâs too.Â
he licks his lips at the sight but restrains himself, instead bringing his hand to your mouth.Â
you donât waste a second in closing your lips around his fingers, ravenous as the sharp tang lights up your palate. you can recognise each of your separate tastes and you mewl, taking jeonghanâs fingers until they tap the back of your throat. he cusses lowly before he retracts his hand.Â
when your gazes meet again, you see your reflection with how wide jeonghanâs pupils were dilated.Â
you grab jeonghan by the scruff of his hair and pull him up your body until his face is just short of yours. you tilt it back with a tug, his neck exposed and bobbing with a gulp.Â
your face hovers over his and he opens his mouth expectantly, lips stretched in a helpless smile as he presents his tongue.Â
you spit straight onto it, watching how his pupils eclipse even more of his irises in pure delight.Â
he moans as he swallows the mess of fluids down â the taste of you, cheol and himself sliding down his throat.
you donât wait another moment before mashing your lips together, kissing him with more tongue and teeth than anything.Â
your free hand fumbles for his lap, palming over the prominent bulge in his shorts. you can tell heâs not wearing boxers (theyâd be useless) when his length twitches at your touch, the fabric already soaked with precum.Â
âfuck,â jeonghan gasps, chuckling into the kiss. âi might cum.âÂ
he plunges his fingers right back into your pussy, scissoring you open as he feels for cheolâs cum still pooled deep in your core. he doesnât want to waste a single drop â he fully intends to fuck it right back into you, feeling both his man and his girlâs cum around his cock. just the thought has his moaning again.Â
âcan you imagineâ hahâ how fucking mad heâd be?â he rasps out, hips bucking into the delicious friction your palm offers.Â
âoh, godââ you giggle. âhow dâyou think heâd react?â
âprobably break it off with us both, the big jealous baby.â he huffs out a laugh, wincing when your pussy clamps around his fingers. âbut itâs alright, sweetheart, iâd be lucky to just have you.âÂ
the concept is almost inconceivable at this point: only having jeonghan. youâve gotten so used to having two men to choose from depending on your mood. to being fucked twice in a day by two different cocks.Â
you know that sooner or later itâll come out. youâve gotten reckless lately: blatantly texting jeonghan in front of cheol, not even pretending to be bummed when he says he canât come see you. hell, there was one time where you and jeonghan were mysteriously busy â fucking each other to the tune of your phones ringing as cheol took turns calling you both.Â
in fact, itâs made it even more exhilarating. knowing youâve both got this over him, knowing how much heâd hate it and how itâs his own fault. itâs too bad he didnât lock either of you down while he had the chance â theyâd call him king arthur if he was able to seperate you and jeonghan now.Â
about to die from the impatience, you tug jeonghanâs sweatpants down enough for his cock to spring free. he hisses when you wrap a tight fist around him, adding a third finger into your pussy in response.Â
âah, ahâ gonna need to fuck you like now.â jeonghan says shakily, pulsing violently in the circle of your hand. âiâm close to making a fool of myself.âÂ
you nod, laying back into your pillows for him.
âyou gotta be fuckingâŠâÂ
the sound of seungcheolâs low voice through the wall has you leaping out of your skin, but jeonghan simply keeps you laid on your back with a hand pressed onto your tummy.Â
your door swings open to reveal your other lover, standing in the frame with smoke pouring from his ears.Â
jeonghan isnât the least bit startled. doesnât halt his fingers either; just draws out the pumps, leaving you trembling as you stare at seungcheol with guilty, teary eyes.Â
âah, cheollie, itâs about time.â jeonghan drawls.Â
you stifle a moan when jeonghan curls a single finger to hit your g-spot, just to be mean. âwhat are you..?âÂ
âi came to get my hoodie.â seungcheolâs frown deepens as he takes in your naked form under said hoodie, eyes honing in on where your body connects with jeonghanâs fingers. âwhat the fuck are you doing?!â
âyah, you canât ask a girl that when youâre the one who broke into her house.â jeonghan says, speeding up his fingers at the other man watching.Â
âthe door was unlocked.â seungcheol deadpans.Â
you shoot a glance at jeonghan, who just shrugs, guilty. (in his rush to get to you, he forgot to lock your front door behind him.)
jeonghan curls his fingers again, and this time you canât help the moan that leaves you. seungcheol steps into the room, successfully provoked.Â
âfuckingâ justââ he rambles, looking like heâs two seconds from prying jeonghanâs hand out of you. âwhat the fuck is this?â
jeonghan shrugs with that same shit-eating grin. knowing he wonât get a serious answer out of him, seungcheol addresses you by name. âwhyâhow do you know him?âÂ
âyou tell me.â you snap back, wriggling your hips lower to give jeonghan even better access in spite. âwhy donât you introduce us?âÂ
âwouldnât that be nice.â jeonghan coos to you. âi think heâs too scared weâll fuck each other though.âÂ
âgod, you two really are alike, arenât you..â seungcheol sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.Â
âoh, so he has a type.â jeonghan says. âyour greed sickens me. but i get it, iâm no better. not since i got a taste of her too.âÂ
at that, jeonghan pulls his fingers out, only to wrap them around his cock and line himself up with your pussy â eyes never leaving seungcheol.Â
your other lover walks further into the room until he stops just short of the foot of the bed. he runs a hand through his hair like youâre both stressing him the fuck out (you are), completely helpless to just witnessing this.Â
âwait. jeonghan, donât.â seungcheolâs usual commanding tone is lost on him, the words instead delivered as a weak plea.Â
jeonghan hums, unconvinced as he swirls his tip at your hole.Â
âplease donât,â seungcheol's close to begging. it's almost like heâs in a trance as he drops to the floor on his knees, unable to rip his eyes away from jeonghanâs tip nearly breaching into your wet warmth. âjeonghan.â
through half-lidded eyes you glance at seungcheol kneeling before you, his hand creeping towards the very evident tent in his grey sweats.Â
âplease what?â jeonghan teases, pre leaking all over your pussy.Â
seungcheol gulps down the size of a boulder.
âplease donât stop.âÂ
per his request, he doesnât. with one snap of his hips jeonghan pushes into you, and all three of you moan as he fills you up.Â
you pulse around him once he bottoms out, and jeonghan shudders as the mixture of cum all up in your pussy gushes around his cock.Â
âshit, baby. letâs hope i can last in front of cheollie,â jeonghan snickers in a low voice meant just for your ears. he throws a look over his shoulder at your other lover. âif you can hold back on cumming, iâll let you join.âÂ
the older man mumbles something under his breath (canât be anything nice), but he listens anyways â gripping both of his thighs while trying to ignore the painful pulsing between them. if he touches himself at all while watching you both, heâs going to fail.Â
he resolves to biting his tongue as jeonghan starts to fuck you properly, in hopes he might draw blood to distract from how his bonerâs screaming at him for some god damn relief.Â
the room sounds like a literal porn set: wet slapping and squelching, neither you and jeonghan holding back on your moans with full intents of pissing seungcheol off.Â
you could almost forget heâs even there when jeonghan starts slamming into you, your body shuffling up the bed from the force. he cants your hips up so he can angle his thrusts just right into your g-spot, and you all but sob when a thumb comes to circle your clit.Â
âjust one more fâme,â jeonghan pants out, and almost like on command your pussy starts spasming around him. âyeah, thatâs it, thatâs my good baby.âÂ
seungcheolâs cock is so stiff he think he might just die. where your orgasm ends, jeonghanâs starts â but he doesnât stop rubbing at your clit, pushing you into overstimulation just because he wants to feel you completely wring him dry.Â
both of your moans as jeonghan shoots his load inside of you is the sexiest and most torturous sound seungcheolâs ever heard. heâs almost bitten his tongue in half by the time jeonghanâs pulling out, quick to cup his hand over your pussy to make sure nothing seeps out.Â
jeonghan gives seungheol a once over to ensure thereâs no cum stain on his sweats before cocking his head in your direction, beckoning the other man over. âwant a taste?âÂ
seungcheolâs on his feet and at the bed within seconds. he doesnât waste another moment in latching his mouth to your pussy, the mess of mixed cum gushing onto his tongue. your backâs arching from the sensitivity, but itâs futile trying to writhe away from seungcheol when heâs eating you out like a man on the brink of starvation.
jeonghan keeps your legs open with one hand pressing your thigh to the bed, the other hand planted in seungcheolâs hair â praising and directing him as he holds his head down. your head is spinning from the overstimulation. the promise you made to cheol be damned, you think youâre going to faint now if he pulls another orgasm out of you.Â
jeonghan must see it: the glazed, faraway look in your eyes, how youâve gone almost dumb with the pleasure.Â
high off the surge in pride, he takes his hand from your thigh and kneads seungcheolâs ass. itâs all the warning he gets before a thumb prods at his hole.Â
seungcheolâs response is muffled when jeonghan shoves his face even further into your pussy. he doesnât push in, just circles the rim with enough pressure to make cheol shiver.Â
jeonghanâs other hand then reaches down into seungcheolâs sweats and grips his weeping cook. as out of it as you are, your hand replaces his to tug at seungcheolâs hair â keeping him in place as you hump at his mouth, basically riding his face to reach one last orgasm.Â
jeonghan has no mercy as he jerks seungcheol off: fist closed so tight to the point it must be painful, moving so fast he canât feel his arm.Â
your nth orgasm hits first: ripping through your body and soaking seungcheolâs face, the taste of all of your cum coating his tongue. a mere few strokes later and seungcheolâs orgasms follows with a pitiful sob into your pussy.Â
he shoots ropes across your sheets before collapsing into them, head lolled across your bare thigh.Â
jeonghan pats his ass with a satisfied hum. âwell damn. if you wanted to cuck, cheollie, you couldâve just asked.âÂ
he rolls his eyes. âfuck doing that again. you know i hate being left out.âÂ
âdoesnât feel good, does it?â you remind him, fingers threading through his sweaty hair.Â
seungcheol grumbles. âso you found out about each other and now you fuck, is that right?â you both nod at him, and he sulks. âthis is exactly why i didnât say anything!âÂ
jeonghan tuts. âyou better get used to sharing, cheollie.â
lol doms never skip of aftercare with your subs bc thatâs cruel and mean of you buttttttt
Mean!daddy Nanami who skips aftercare bc you cum too early is on my mind 24/7 ://
Theres a vibrator circling on your clit and three fingers pounding roughly on the plush walls of your cunt, occasionally with the heel of his palm smacking against your clit in addition to the vibrator. Itâs too much, way too much, and your thighs draped over his tremble and your face contorts, and even though he warns you âdonât cum, donât you fucking dare cum,â you canât help it. You cum hard, creaming on his thick fingers that still almost instantly.
Through your blurry eyes, you watch his face in the mirror go from indifference, to shock, to rage, as his eyes glare down at you, only to meet in the mirror as he huffs out a hot breath through his nose.
âDaddy-â
âNo,â he snaps, throwing the toy to the side and grabbing you off of his lap so he can stand. Your wobbly legs merely plop you down on the wooden chair he was in. The chair is hot from his body and you curl on it to try and get some form of comfort on it. âWhen I tell you to not fucking cum, that is a command, not an option.â
âIm sorry,â you whimper, wrapping your arms around yourself. âI⊠it just-â
ââIt just, it justâ- nothing,â he mocks, and you feel your eyes sting with tears, not used to such a reaction from him. âI have no desire to waste my time on brats who wonât listen to me.â He wipes his hand on the handkerchief in his pocket, and you pout up at him. âDonât give me that look, you brat.â
âPlease, donât be mean, Iâm-â
His head immediately whips towards you, and you bite your tongue to try and silence yourself from the rest of the words that want to tumble out. His chest rises and falls in fury, and you curl deeper in on yourself to hide your naked body on itself. âYeah. Good idea stopping that sentence. Anything else from that whore mouth?â You donât say or do anything, merely looking down at your legs. âThatâs what I thought. Iâm going back to work. Do not be a nuisance.â
He leaves. He leaves you there, clammy and trembling and cradling yourself, and you canât help but blink a line of tears out. How could he be so mean? How could he leave you like this?
With shaky legs you get up and shamble your way to the bathroom, turning on the water to wash yourself clean of his words. It starts off too cold, but when you turn it up, itâs too hot, not like when Kento does it and itâs perfect right off the bat. You step in and let the water run down your body, shriveling up at the feeling on your overstimulated skin. You run your loofa filled with soap over your body, trying to scrub the past few minutes off of you. When it doesnât work, you shut the shower off and wrap yourself in a fluffy towel, wiping your tears with the edge before making your way back to the bedroom. You slip on a bathrobe and slowly make your way to the kitchen. No food is appealing, the idea of water makes you retch, but theyâre all steps in Kentoâs usual aftercare, and thatâs all youâre trying to repeat.
You choke down three slices of an orange and half a glass of water before going back to the bedroom, slipping under the covers and letting sleep overcome you.
Youâre out for who knows how long until you feel the bed dip slightly, startling you awake. When you panic, a big hand lays on your shoulder, âshhh, itâs just me. Donât fret.â
His words drip like honey but theyâre sour, and you donât say anything as he settles on the bed next to you, pressing kisses to the back of your neck and temple.
âIm sorry,â he whispers, pressing his lips into your shoulder, which heaves under his affection. âI never shouldâve left you like that. Ever. Iâm sorry.â You donât say anything. But you tense under his touch as he rubs his big hands over your arms, âyou smell sweet⊠Iâm proud that you showered yourself, baby. I know that mustâve been so tiring for you. Did you eat? How about some water?â
Again, you say nothing. He sighs and sits up, you hear the moving of fabric being moved then tossed to the floor. You think heâs almost given up, but instead, you feel the blankets move and his body slip under them, wrapping you tightly in his arms and pulling you to his chest. You squirm and fight for a bit, but he does feel good. You stop fighting him and let him press his chest against your back, arms wrapping around you and lips pressing kisses to your head. âWonât you look at me, dolly? Like we always do with skin to skin? Please?â
His voice is soft and alluring, like a sirens, and you try to hold your resolve and stay mad at him, but you canât, and you slowly turn your body around to face him, face burrowing into the pillow as your eyes stay casted down onto his big chest. Fingers gently tickle up and down your back, and you sniffle again at the affection.
Heâs trying to win you back. Thatâs it. You should be mad at him. You should never let him touch you again. You should never let him have the chance to hurt you again-
âDonât cry,â he whispers, pulling you in as you do, tears slipping down your cheeks and onto the pillow. You let him hug you closer and shush you softly. âDonât cry. Iâm so sorry, babyâŠ
summary. everyone at your work place thinks seungcheol was a calculatorâ not just because of his weird math skills, but because of the look in his eyes every time he did something.
warnings. porn with no plot lol, cunnilingus, pussy eating, kinda face riding? Idk, use of pet-names hers darling, sweetheart, love his cheol
a/n. can u tell this was inspired by that one ateez interview where mingi called hongjoong a calculator? đ anyways hi! i will be publishing more soon, iâm so sorry for being mia love u all
If you had anything to say to your work bestie right now, it would beâ âHah! I proved you wrong, Minseo!â
But unfortunately, you were in no position to speak, breathe, or even think for there was a deviant between your legs who had stolen your breath away.
Choi Seungcheol.
In the office, he was practically invisible. While everyone else buzzed about their day, he quietly roamed the halls, clutching a Stanley Cup and typing away on his MacBook, a blank expression lingering on his face.
To his colleagues, he was just the exceptionally bright guy who seemed to drift through their conversations without leaving a markâtoo absorbed in his own thoughts to ever truly engage. It was as if he was a ghost in a sea of chatter, always there but rarely acknowledged.
But he was eye candy to you and Minseo, one of the more attractive males on your floor.
And right now, his handsomeness was tenfold as he carefully ran his fingers down your leg, purring to himself.
âYouâre sensitive,â he muttered, making an observation as he pushed up the skirt of your dress.
Tonight was the office get-together, where you and all your colleagues celebrated your survival of the year-end. What was supposed to be a casual dinner turned into a bet amongst you and Minseo.
The topic? Seungcheol, obviously.
âHow good can he even be in bed? He looks like he doesnât even know how to get a girl wet,â Minseo had laughed.
Your breath hitched when you sawSeungcheolâs eyes darken, that familiar twinge of his calculating personality swimming in those brown irises.
Heâd pushed your dress up fully and was now face to face with the dark spot on your underwear.
âIs this from the kissing earlier?â He asked, voice raspy.
You wanted to say yes.
You wanted to scream at himâ âYes, Seungcheol! This is what happened when you kissed me against the wall and spread my thighs with your knees and andââ
But you simply nodded, not trusting yourself to make any noises.
âMm... I like it,â He nodded, his fingers tracing your pussy through the fabric of your panties. A short breath left your mouth and his eyes instantly snapped back up to meet yours.
You knew exactly what he was doing.
Youâd seen him do it countless times before, especially when he truly locked in. That distant, intense look in his eyesâlike he was plotting, scheming, and unraveling a plan in his mind.
And now? He was going to figure you out.
Seungcheolâs fingers gently prodded at your clitoris, lightly rubbing the bundle of nerves through the fabric. His fingers were exploratory, cautious. His eyes switched between watching you and looking at the dark spot in your panties increase in size slowly.
Even just the clitoral stimulation had your thighs twitching, the gentle flick flick flick of his thumb against you made jolts run up your spine.
âMay I?â He asked softly. You looked down to find his beady eyes staring at you, free hand ghosting against the elastic band of your underwear. The sight made you want to kiss him. But it was evident that he was too focused on your pussy to give a shit about that.
You managed another nod, watching him peel the panties off of you, his eyes calculating.
The second that the layer between your most intimate spot and his sharp gaze was gone, Seungcheol let out a groan, his palms on the side of your cuntâs pout, gently spreading the skin to see you.
âGod, sheâs beautiful,â He muttered, the warmth of his breath making you whine. He noticed it, of course. The bastard always noticed.
His eyebrow raised, the thick hair creating a beautifully slanted line as he stared at you for a brief moment before blowing a stream of cool air into your pussy.
âJesus fucââ your breath hitched, back arching slightly as you looked down to find him staring at your cunt like heâd unlocked a hidden gem.
âOh, sweetheart,â he leaned in, making you choke on thin air. âThat feels nice, hmm?â
Before you could even think, his mouth descended on you, placing a sweet, soft kiss onto your mound. The contact made you sigh, fingers shyly finding his hair as you tugged, urging him to go deeper, do something.
But Choi Seungcheol had other plans.
The man placed another kiss along your folds, hissing softly as you tugged the strands on the back of his head. The third kiss came right on your clit before his tongue snaked out, moving from one side to the other, toying with you.
Seungcheol looked up at you, eyebrows scrunched together and that familiar glint in his eyes deepening as he heard your breathing pattern change.
He flattened his tongue, licking a languid stripe up your cunt before puckering his lips and slowly sucking the clitoris into his mouth.
Your slick oozed out of your folds, breathy moans mixing with the mild hum of his air conditioning as he dipped his head lower, his tongue parting your lips and sneaking inside.
âOh...â
His nose nudged your clit and your grip on his hair tightened, tugging sharper as you whined, dragging your hips upward to catch his nose again.
But his palm roughly flattened against your stomach, pinning you down. The way his thumb brushed against your skin had goosebumps rising.
âLet meâ Please,â Seungcheol whispered, like he was some mind-reading maniac who had figured out what you wanted despite you doing nothing but moaning pathetically.
He shifted the position of his head, nose bridge rubbing right against your nerves, his tongue flattened over your pussy as he mouthed at you like an animal lapping water.
You were not going to last.
Seungcheol figured that out too.
âI got you, darling,â he hummed, mouth lapping at you as he bobbed his head up and down, the friction against your most sensitive button and the pressure of his treacherous tongue against your intimates had you crying out his name like a war cry.
You came fast and hard, vision going white for a split second as you breathed loudly, hips grinding to ride out the high on his mouth. He let you use him, before finally coming up for air.
With lazy eyes, you almost giggled at the way he was staring at you. Internally, Seungcheol was making a mental checklistâ likes to get her clit played with, sensitive skin on her lower stomach, gets very breathy when nearing an orgasm...
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chosoâs got you laid out on the bed, thighs pushed apart by his broad shoulders, face buried between your legs like heâs worshipping. heâs so careful with your clit it almost hurts how gentle he is compared to the rest of him.
his tongue flicks out first, just the softest little kitten lick right over the swollen bud, and you twitch hard. he hums low against you, warm breath fanning over slick skin.
âso tiny,â he murmurs, voice all soft and reverent, lips brushing your clit as he talks. âlook at it⊠my poor little thing. so small and sensitive.â
he presses the flat of his tongue right there, slow and broad, letting it rest for a second so you feel every bit of the wet heat before he starts rubbing tight, tiny circles. no rush or pressure. just perfect little loops that make your hips roll up without meaning to.
you whimper and he shushes you gently, one big hand sliding up your stomach to pet you soothingly while the other keeps your thigh spread wide.
âeasy baby⊠let me take care of her.â another soft lick, then back to those maddening circles, so light itâs like heâs barely touching but you feel it everywhere. your clit throbs under his tongue, getting puffier, and he groans quietly like heâs the one getting spoiled.
âgetting so hard for me⊠tiny clit swelling up so pretty.â he kisses it once, sweet and open-mouthed, then goes right back to rubbing, tighter now, faster by just a fraction. your legs start shaking and he doesnât stop, doesnât speed up too much, just keeps that steady gentle rhythm that builds and builds until youâre arching, gasping, fingers twisted in his hair.
âthere you go⊠cum on my tongue, baby. let that little cunt pulse for me.â
you do. hard. thighs clamping around his head, whole body jerking as waves roll through you, and he just stays right there, licking soft and slow through every aftershock, kissing your oversensitive bud until youâre whining and tugging him up by the hair.
he finally pulls back, lips shiny, eyes dark and soft, thumb brushing one last feather-light circle over your twitching clit before he crawls up to kiss you deep.
âsuch a perfect tiny thing,â he whispers against your mouth. âall mine to take care of.â
Sepia curtains drawn, the sun had long gone to sleep, lamplight and the fireplace shrouding the living room in an amber hue. Warmth flowed through your space, beneath your blanket, between your fingers and the page of your open book. Yunho had one of his own, across the couch, a navy cover with stars and a name you couldnât remember.Â
You shifted, getting comfortable, Yunho eyed you from above the spine of his book, beneath his thin frames. An arm beneath your body, you curled into the couch, legs stretching to tangle with his, your bare skin against his clothed by cotton.Â
âDo you want me to move?â He asked softly, âOr are you comfortable?â
âIâm comfortable, youâre fine,â you shake your head, barely shooting him a glance, nose in the pages before you.
He smiled to himself, not that you could see, because he loved these nights just as much as you did. Itâs turned into every night these past few weeks, ending your long workdays on the couch, full stomachs and minds roaring to empty upon pages of someone elseâs life. A shared hobby, one of many, how you both looked at reading the same wayâ an escape of your own busy routines, emptying out your thoughts, your worries, taking your consciousness and placing it into another realm.Â
You slid your leg beneath one of his, letting the weight of him comfort you. Your head dug into the couch cushion along the back, book held up in front of you, brows subconsciously furrowing as the two main characters finally reached somewhere private. Excitement sits low in your belly, you know whatâs coming, it only makes sense for their relationship to take the next step.Â
A shared kiss, your lips curl, flipping the page. Your toes wiggle beneath Yunhoâs leg, eyes scanning the page, smile growing as their clothes come off. Heâs watching you now, as your hand lifts, fingernail between your teeth, biting onto your manicured hand like he didnât pay for it yesterday. He knows that look, he can feel the tremor in your legs, he can see the arousal spreading through your body like the fire crackling across the room.Â
Amused, his own lips twitch upward in a grin. You flip the page again, ignorant to his eyes, to how well he knows you. Finally, he asks, âHowâs your book, baby?â
You donât even look up, âSo good.â
Still amused, grin still present, his eyes thin. âShould I read it next?â
âI donât know if youâd like it,â you answer mindlessly, words breathy and casual like you didnât know what you were saying, too focused on what you were reading.Â
âWhy not?â He pries further, closing his own book after bending the corner of a page, letting it fall into his lap. âItâs fantasy, no?âÂ
âI donât know, maybe you will,â you flip the page, eyes glued to the top of the next page. You were brushing him off, he should leave you alone, let you at least finish the scene. His lips tighten, scrunching to one side as he opens his book back up again, eyes finding the last sentence he read, trying to pick up where he last left off.Â
He gets all the way to the next page before he realizes he hasnât actually read a single word. Eyes scanning the page, recognizing words, but the movie isnât playing, he canât see whatâs happening. His mind drifts again, youâre reading smut, he knows you are, yet you pay no attention to him? Can he not do what your little characters in your book can?Â
He gives his head, his shoulders a small shake, ridding himself of the thoughts. Thatâs not what reading isâ he knows it in his soul, he reads, too. Itâs a story, youâre watching a scene in your head of two other people, it had nothing to do with him. Yet his eyes flicker back up to you, your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes flying down the page like you couldnât digest the words fast enough. His book lowers to his lap again subconsciously.Â
At that, your eyes perk up, theyâre on him and suddenly he feels bare. Caught red-handed.Â
âYou okay over there?â A smile tugs at your lips, and Yunho blinks in response.
âFine,â he nods, slapping a smile on his lips, âjust reaching a wall, my brain isnât working anymore, I think.â
âTurn on the tv then,â you bring your eyes back down to your book, and Yunho doesnât move an inch, not a single muscle. Now he just wants your attention, he thinks, heâs too curious about what youâre reading, what spicy shit is happening between those characters to get your legs twitching beneath his own.Â
You chuckle, and Yunho realizes your eyes are on him again, analyzing, amused at whatâs probably a dumbfounded look on his face. You fold the corner of your page, reaching sideways to place your book on the coffee table, no force to your actions, no sign of irritation.Â
âWhatsup, baby?â You ask, voice light and playful, âWanna watch our show instead?â
Ah, fuck, he loves you. He canât fucking wait to marry you.Â
âWant you to tell me whatâs happening in your book,â he finds himself answering, maybe heâs the cat thatâs grown too curious.Â
âFeyre and Rhys,â you shrug, then you smile, âtheyâre fuckinâ.â
Yunhoâs brows raise, knowing a few details already from what youâve shared over the month, âFinally.â
âI know,â you groan out, tipping your head back, âRhys is so sexy.â
âYeah?â Yunhoâs voice dips, cresting something deeper, an idea that had been planted ten minutes ago finally taking shape. âWhatâs he doing?â
Your head straightens again, eyes thinning as you stare at Yunho across the couch, warm brown hair unstyled, air-dried, laying flat over his forehead. âWhy are you asking, hm?â
He reaches sideways the same way you did, placing his book on the coffee table beside the couch, your eyes stay locked on his bicep that flexes as it sneaks out of his short sleeve tee. He croons, âWanna know whatâs got you so hot nâ bothered.â
You chuckle again, disbelief lining your tone, âI am not hot nâ bothered.â
He squints at you the same way, like he doesnât quite believe you. âSo you donât want me to fuck you stupid on this couch?â
Smile gone, your eyes widen ever so slightly, bones going rigid. Then the heat sinks in, like a warm hand at the base of your spine, spreading through each limb until it reaches your throat, forcing an âI doâ out of your mouth.Â
Yunhoâs smile grows into something cocky, pushing himself up with his palms on the cushion beneath him, knees pressed to the couch as he crawls over you, so close your foreheads are touching. The heat of him is raw, it seeps into you, mixing with your ownâ your breath grows shallow, eyes widening as the full broad length of him looms over you. So threatening, he could be, he might be, you donât know what mood heâs in yet.Â
âYou do?â He asks again, chocolate eyes boring into yours, circled with something brighter, an idea brewing.Â
Your feet kick at the blanket still covering you, peeling it off your body, answering him with a breathy, âYes.â
âThatâs my girl,â he says with a knowing grin before he presses his lips to yours, one arm on the armrest behind you, the other pressed to the cushion beside you. Molding together like you always do, your head tilts to meet his guiding lips, hands coming up to his chest, feeling his cotton-covered skin before they trail up to his shoulders, his neck, letting the shape of him comfort you until your legs spread beneath him.Â
They hook over his thighs as he slots himself between them, pinning you down to the couch, his tongue splitting your lips to taste you. You whimper into him as your hips buck, the strength of him still as you use his thighs to lift yourself up, hips grinding against his. He breaks the kiss, keeping his lips just grazing yours to taunt you, âThought you said the book wasnât making you horny.â
âIt wasnât,â youâre quick to respond, voice breathy, loaded by impatience, âitâs just you.â
He hums, smiling as he places another kiss on your lips, âSheâs nice today, huh?âÂ
You smile, hooking your arms around his neck, grinding your hips into him again, âWant you, Yun.â
âHow do you want me, baby?â He asks, dipping his head below your jaw, placing soft kisses along your skin, tongue poking out to leave a trail as he sinks down your neck.Â
âWanna ride you,â somewhere between a whine and a moan, your eyes flutter closed, using him to grind yourself up against him, his length beneath his sweats catching onto the slick beneath your sleepshorts, already sticky, already clinging to your core.Â
He scoops an arm under your back, breaking from your neck to lift you upward in one quick motion, sitting up straight at the center of the couch. A move heâs done a thousand times, you barely react, using one foot planted on the floor beneath you to shimmy your shorts down your legs as he tugs his shirt off his head. You throw yourself against him, thighs bracketing his hips, core pressed flush to his.Â
Skin creamy like the moon, itâs littered with splotches of cherry, flushed and needy, he was just as horny as you. It makes you smirk, arms laying over his shoulders to attach your lips again, heavier this time, quicker, your hunger grows as your hips grind into his still-clothed length, this angle better, harsher, it leaves you gasping into his mouth.Â
âTake your pants off,â you whisper into his mouth, barely breaking the kiss, âneed you inside me.â
âNot yet,â his hands find your hips, grinding you against his length, using more force than you were on your own, a broken moan forces its way out of your lips, head dipping down in pleasure.Â
His lips find your jaw, sinking down to your neck as his fingers toy with the hem of your tee, pushing it upward, over your chest until he breaks away from your skin, pulling it over your head. Hands to your chest, you find his lips again, a mess of saliva and teeth, rushed as if you were running out of time.Â
Thumbs brushing over your nipples, he hisses, âFuck, youâre so sexy.â
âDonât tease,â you whimper, hips rocking against him, voice breaking as you say, âI need you inside me, Yunho.â
âPatience, my love,â he whispers, the air cool against your nipple, making your back arch as your hands fall into his hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp. âWhat were they doing in your book, hm?â
Your brows furrow, jaw already slack in pleasure, you search your mind, blinking, dumbfounded, trying to find words you just read. His eyes glance upward, lips around one of your nipples, the look of him does nothing to aid in finding the memory, it makes you groan out, body twitching.Â
He chuckles, popping off of your chest, âWhat? Canât remember?â
âNot when youâre doing that, fuck,â you huff out, âwhy do you care? Just fuck me.â
His brows furrow, disappointed, you donât care. He tsks, taunting again, âCome on, smart girl, you just read it. Donât tell me you werenât paying attention.âÂ
âAh, fuckââ you whine, âI was, itâs too muchâ I have to explain,â his lips wrap around your other nipple, teeth poking out to graze, âshitâ the table, he ate her out on the tableââ
His hands slide down to the plush of your ass, squeezing, shifting you backward on his thighs, spreading his knees to open yours wider. His lips breaking from yours again, his hands slide over your hips, squeezing your thighs as he leans back into the cushion of the couch, watching you with analyzing eyes. His voice is short, curt, ordering instead of encouraging as he says, âKeep going.â
Palm up, his hand slides between your legs, fingers spreading your wetness along your folds and you suck in an exasperated breath, back arching, eyes fluttering closed. His fingers slap up against your core once, âHey.â
âIâm sorry!â You hiss, shaking your head to collect your jumbled thoughts, rearranging your memories. His fingers slide up to your clit, keeping pressure there as you start again, âHe ate her out on the table, m-made her cum twiceâ the sex was claiming, they kept saying âYouâre mine.â
He hums, leaning forward as his fingers slide backward, the tips of two fingers catching on your entrance, âMade her cum twice, hmm?â
You choke out a moan, hips digging into his fingers, bottom lip trapped between your teeth in a fight to keep your composure as you nod, stuttering out, âT-twice.â
His fingers sank inside, âThen what?â
Your head falls forward, a lewd moan slipping out, his fingers are so long, they curled inside you perfectly, adding pressure where you needed it most. Hips already shaking, you ground them into him, his other hand thrown lazily over your thigh.Â
You cursed, âThey fucked again, she gave him head, fuckâ and he flipped her on her front, fucked her stupid.â
His fingers picked up in speed, curling inside you with each thrust, hitting that spot each and every time like his fingers couldnât go anywhere else. Itâs engraved in him, you think, to make you cum with ease, to pull you to the edge as quickly as possible, because he knows exactly what to do and when to do it, and never fails.Â
âThat what you want?â Taunting, teasing, honest.
You shake your head, shoulders shaking in pleasure, âWanna ride you.â
âNeed you crying around my fingers first,â he hums, flattening the edge of his palm against your clit, making you cry out, fingers clawing at his shoulders for purchase, stability while you grind yourself into him.Â
You pick your head up to see a ghost of a smile on his face, eyes locked on yours as he asks, âShould I make you cum twice, too? Hm?â
You nod, lips parting, breath catching in your throat as your clit glides against his palm just right, the sounds of his fingers filling you up obscene. âPlease, Yun,â you cry out, trying so hard to keep your rhythm steady, to catch the high you were so desperately chasing.
âIâll give you one,â he adds more pressure in his palm, fingers working you faster, the sounds of you gushing so loud, you couldnât feel the flame of shame. âYouâll have to work for the second.â
You clench around him, pressure building with each curl of his fingers, itâs worse when they stay there, pressed up against your walls while you clench hard, clit grinding against his palm like a bitch in heat. You cry, âIâm gonna cumâ Iâm close, Iâm gonnaââ
âGive it to me,â he urges while his palm presses harder, almost bouncing against your clit, âLet me feel you cum around my fingers, câmon, give it to me.â
âKiss me,â you cry and he leans forward, a mess of teeth and tongue, your lips barely moving against him as your pleasure hits its peak, orgasm washing over you, hips jerking wildly against him as your nails claw hard enough into his skin to leave crescents in their wake. Yunho groans, working you through it, feeling the sting of your nails in his skin, loving it as much as you need it.Â
âSâgood,â thereâs relief in your voice, hips slowing down into a dirty grind, chest heaving, breathing into his mouth that he keeps pressed to yours, top lips touching, bottom lips connected by a single string of spit.Â
He gives you a moment to come down, to breathe, he waits for your core to stop clenching around him before he starts again, plunging his fingers deep inside of you instead of curling them around your walls. You gasp, eyes blowing wide, body locking up, bones made of stone, he smiles into your mouth.Â
âTold you youâd work for it.â
A promise, one that went over your head, you quickly realized. Lifting your hips, youâre still, silent as he fucks his fingers into you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.Â
âY-Yunhoâ fuck, Yunho!â
Your voice grew in pitch, high and whiney, surprised, still reeling off your last orgasm, body still shaking. Your toes curl, shins lifting off the couch cushion behind you, face scrunching into pleasure, into surprise, into overstimulation.Â
âBreathe, baby, you can take it,â he encourages, swiping his tongue over his lips, âyou can do it, my good girl, one more fâme. Just one.â
The sound that leaves you is between a scream and a squeal, eyes screwed shutâ he curls his fingers and you fold, abdomen clenching, elbows pressing against his shoulders to keep yourself up.Â
âYunho, I canât, I canâtââ you canât breathe, you canât feel anything other than blinding pleasure, itâs too much.Â
âJust like the girl in your book, baby,â he says it like itâs easy, âjust one more, donât disappoint me. Iâll let you cum on my cock after, you want it, donât you?â
Youâre nodding before any words can leave you, theyâve all died in your throat that constricts around nothing, jaw dropping, tongue lolling out. A knowing, fond smile breaks out across Yunhoâs face, âThere she is, my good girl, needs something in her mouth, huh?âÂ
Youâre stuck in a whirlwind of pleasure as his hand fucks you open, fucks you dumbâ the other one travels up your waist, a thumb over your nipple as he crosses your chest, over the curvature of your shoulder. It lands on your jaw, forcing your eyes on him, his had deepened, seeming more charcoal than chocolate. âSay please,â he said simply, edged with dominance.Â
âPlease,â you whisper, voice shaky.Â
Two fingers push past your lips, landing flat on your tongue. Your eyes fly back, immediately grinding into his fingers still working at your core, effectively restarting your nervous system. Your lips close around his fingers, tongue massaging against them, you canât see the smile he wears, how proud it is, how loving it is.Â
âCum for me,â itâs nothing but an order, his voice harsh. His fingers press against the front side of your walls and you lose it, clit untouched, hips bucking against his fingers as your lips suck harder against the ones in your mouth.
Shaking, spent, your body crumbles, hands holding onto his wrist like it's your lifeline to keep his fingers in your mouth as your forehead hits his shoulder. His fingers slide out of you, pulling them up to his mouth, you can hear the sound as he licks them clean. Wet, sloppy, lewdâ it makes you shiver.
âTaste so fuckinâ sweet,â his wet hand finds your back, trailing fingers down your spine, âwant you to ride my cock like you did on my fingers.â
You whine, letting go of his wrist, freeing his fingers. âDunno if I can.â
âYou wanted to,â wet fingers find your waist, lifting you to slip his sweatpants off his hips, lifting them to tug his pants down to his thighs so his cock can spring free.Â
You shiver again as it slaps against the slick spread on your folds, the weight of it clear, fear sitting heavy in your spine at the length of him. âYun,â you mumble, followed by a whimper.Â
You break away from his chest to sit up, lifting your hips for his length to sit before you, tall, pink, leakingâ your mouth waters like you didnât just come twice.Â
âLook at you,â he settles back in the cushions while you wrap your fingers around the base of him, âmy cock-hungry slut, already wanting more. Thought you were too tired?â
You stare at him through your brows, gaze pointed, âDonât be mean.â
âYouâre wetter when Iâm mean,â he laughs a little, and even that feels condescending. âWe both know you like it. Ride my cock like you were begging to earlier.â
Cheeks inflamed, you obey, hips lifting to line him up with your entrance. âDeep breath,â he reminds you, like he does every time, as you start to sink down onto his length.Â
It steals the breath from your lungs every time, you need the reminder. Mouth falling open, your brows furrow, a small squeak escapes from the tip of your throat as you pass the mushroom tip, slowly lowering yourself inch by inch, savoring the curve, every vein until youâre fully seated. A moan of relief escapes, breath entering your lungs again, mumbling out, âSo fuckinâ big.â
âNever gets old, huh?â Heâs smiling, itâs cocky, but you can see the furrow in his brow, the pleasure he was hiding.Â
âArrogant,â you mutter, but you clench around him, when heâs like this it never fails to edge you further. âFuck,â you force out, itâs harsh, the stretch, the feeling of being so fucking full.Â
His hands find your wrists, throwing them over his shoulders, bringing your chest close to his, pulling you into him. Your lips find his, not as messy, more controlled, his tongue slips into your mouth with purpose, tasting every inch of your mouth.Â
His hands on your back, his nails graze your skin, making you shiver. âMove,â he says into your mouth and immediately you start grinding your hips, followed by a moan poured straight into his lips. Itâs indescribable, how he can feel so fucking good, like you were molded for him, by him, how sex can feel so perfect.Â
He leans backward, dipping his head to wrap his lips around one of your nipples as you start to move, hips grinding against him, bouncing when his teeth poke out to bite.
âShit,â you curse, using your shins pressed to the couch for leverage, his hands hold you at your waist, sliding forward, thumbs sliding under your chest, holding up your tits for him to use. His tongue pokes out from between his lips, grazing your nipples as you bounce. âSo good, Yunho, so good,â you cry, holding him by his hair, bouncing against him.
He pushes himself forward, reaching over you to get his sweatpants down to his ankles, never breaking his lips from your nipple as he kicks them off, bringing his ass to the edge of the couch, spreading his knees wide, trapping your calves between his knees and the couch.
Your hips switch to a nasty grind as his arms wrap around your back, cradling your body, you donât break your rhythm as he leans forward, your body sliding backward. Your arms slide around his neck, keeping his head to your chest as gravity pulls your hips down, farther off his length, giving you more space to fuck onto him, to grind your hips steadily onto his length, all while pathetic, whiney moans leave you one after another, the pleasure too much to bear.Â
âThere you go,â he says into your skin, voice sounding choked, raw, âfuck, so fuckinâ good, my good girl, doing what I need her to do.â
âBig,â is all you can get out, repeating it like a mantra, his arms tighten around you harder, holding you closer. Your hips pick up speed, riding him faster, feeling him curve against your walls, the drag of the head of his cock against you.Â
âSo big, fillinâ you up,â he chokes out, âfeel good? This what you wanted?â
Youâre nodding, you loosen your arms as he pulls you backward, finding his lips again, pushing him back into the couch to bounce on him faster, the tops of your feet hooking over the tops of his thighs.Â
âNeeded this,â you whimper, steadily bouncing, âneeded you to fill me up.â
âNo one else can fuck you like this,â he reaches up to grab your jaw, pulling you down to whisper into your mouth, âyouâre mine, this pussy is mine.â
You moan out, pressure building in your core all over again, âNo one, Yunho, just youâ fuckâ thisâs all I needâ fuck!â
Your thighs burn, you donât care, his lips are on yours again, messy and wild, so claiming it renders you brainless. You moan into his mouth, fingers curling into his hair, you need him to take over, to give him what he needs, you need to be full. âFlip me over.â
In one quick movement he turns the two of you over, you flip to your stomach on your own, pressing your face into the pillows, one knee bent up on the couch while the other lays dangling off of it, presenting yourself for him. He groans behind you, so low and dragged out it makes you arch further, one of his legs lifts onto the cushion beside you, a palm splayed over your ass while he lines himself up, sliding inside.Â
Your face digs into the couch, a punched yelp escaping you, legs shaking, your fingers fist the cushions. âYes, yes, Yunho!â
âFuck,â itâs a low groan, an honest admission, he picks up speed immediately. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, the squelch of him sliding into you, the crackling of the fire silent by now.Â
âI wonât last,â he leans over you, fingers rough at your spine, sliding up until they reach your hair, pulling you upward.Â
You cry out, fingers reaching for the back of the couch, your other leg half on the couch, half dangling, letting him use you in whatever position he needs you in. One of his legs lifts yours onto the couch until youâre steadily positioned for him, stable, head pulled back into his chest, back arched, breath heaving as you look up at himâ face red and splotchy, hair fucked up, features blown out and crazed, fuck, you couldnât help the way you clenched around him. Even upside down he was beautiful, perfect, you couldnât believe you got to marry him.Â
âSo pretty,â you say mindlessly, voice not your own anymore, something ruined, overwhelmed.Â
He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, âNot as pretty as you, baby. Rub your clit fâme, need you to cum around my cock.â
He lets go of your hair to wrap an arm over your chest, holding your back flush to him as he fucks into you all over again, âFuck, baby, need you to cum.â
Your hand finds your clit, still buzzing from your previous orgasms, you use your middle finger to rub tight circles into the bundle of nerves as his hips pick up speed. He holds you steady as your moans grow in pitch, closer together, body bending at the hips as the pressure picks back up where it left off, getting too heavy too quick, at this angle his cock slides against the front of your walls, curving deliciously, adding pressure exactly where you need it.Â
He holds you tighter, head dipping down to your ear, breath hot against your skin, âCome on, baby, one more, need to feel you cum around my cock. Need to feel you clenching around me.â
Your breath is thin, tight, cramped in your chest as your orgasm approaches, âFingers, Yun, pleaseââ
You barely get the beg out before his other hand is wrapping around you, fingers hooking into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until youâre gagging around themâ the loss of breath, of the intrusion, the weight on your tongue, the taste of his salty skin, you convulse around him, orgasm washing over you in a heavy wave, his other arm holds onto you tight as your hips stutter, jerking, bending against him.Â
âYes, my baby, fuckâ so fuckinâ good, feels so good,â mindlessly babbling his praise, his hips fuck into you harder, faster as a nasty whine escapes him, âgonna fill this pussy up, yes, gonna cum inside.â
Your head falls limp against his shoulder while his hips snap against yours, riding out the end of your orgasm as his hips stutter, pushing into you as deep as he can until he empties himself inside you with a guttural moan, his teeth finding the shell of your ear, sinking into it as he fills you with warmth.Â
You hiss, then moan, letting your body ease into him, letting him hold your weight. He lets go of your chest, pulling out of you slowly, his voice soft as he says, âCareful.â
Two hands find the back of the couch again as you kneel into the cushion, carefully sinking into the plush, chest still heaving, eyes half open. You felt⊠Open, used, loved, spent.Â
Yunhoâs at your side, sitting back on the couch, pulling him into you slowly, easing your head onto his chest, âYou okay, baby?â
âMhm,â you nod, eyes closing, grounding yourself in his skin, in his warmth. His hands dance over your skin, your arms, your back, your thigh, your calf bent up on his lap, each one analyzing, searching for a reaction, disguised by careful, loving touches.Â
 In a quiet, soft voice, he says, âIâll give you five, then weâll go clean you up, okay?âÂ
âWanna sleep with you,â you mumble into his chest, âquick shower, kay?âÂ
âWant you to drink water before bed,â he says into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, âmaybe eat something if youâre up for it, hm? Itâs still early, baby.â
Your head lifts, looking up at him, soft brown staring down at you, skin still splotchy, flushed. His eyes, filled with so much warmth, so much love, it makes you smile, craning your neck upward to press your lips to his. âI love you.â
âI love you, too,â he smiles against your lips, giving you another, âI really do want you to eat, though.â
He gives you five minutes on the couch, kisses you lazily for three of them, then heâs scooping you up bridal style, bringing you up the stairs to the second floor, into your bedroom, into the bathroom where he places you on the toilet to pee while he heats up the shower. All innocent, you wash each otherâs bodies, giggling while you wash your hair, letting your bodies soak under the hot water, your muscles relaxing.Â
In a robe, youâre sitting at the kitchen counter while he cooks you noodles, something quick and light to share, he forces three glasses of water in your system before heâs satisfied. Across the counter from each other, youâre silently eating, making eye contact after every few bites, the two of you erupting into giggles all over again.Â
After cleaning up, shutting the lights off, you pause at the base of the stairs, âHold on, forgot something.â
Running to the living room, you pick up your books from the coffee table, meeting him back at the stairs with a smile, âSo we can read before bed.â
âIf you interrupt me again I will kill you,â you push a finger into his chest, stepping up onto the stairs, âWeâre reading our books and then weâre going to bed.â
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chosoâs got you laid out on the bed, thighs pushed apart by his broad shoulders, face buried between your legs like heâs worshipping. heâs so careful with your clit it almost hurts how gentle he is compared to the rest of him.
his tongue flicks out first, just the softest little kitten lick right over the swollen bud, and you twitch hard. he hums low against you, warm breath fanning over slick skin.
âso tiny,â he murmurs, voice all soft and reverent, lips brushing your clit as he talks. âlook at it⊠my poor little thing. so small and sensitive.â
he presses the flat of his tongue right there, slow and broad, letting it rest for a second so you feel every bit of the wet heat before he starts rubbing tight, tiny circles. no rush or pressure. just perfect little loops that make your hips roll up without meaning to.
you whimper and he shushes you gently, one big hand sliding up your stomach to pet you soothingly while the other keeps your thigh spread wide.
âeasy baby⊠let me take care of her.â another soft lick, then back to those maddening circles, so light itâs like heâs barely touching but you feel it everywhere. your clit throbs under his tongue, getting puffier, and he groans quietly like heâs the one getting spoiled.
âgetting so hard for me⊠tiny clit swelling up so pretty.â he kisses it once, sweet and open-mouthed, then goes right back to rubbing, tighter now, faster by just a fraction. your legs start shaking and he doesnât stop, doesnât speed up too much, just keeps that steady gentle rhythm that builds and builds until youâre arching, gasping, fingers twisted in his hair.
âthere you go⊠cum on my tongue, baby. let that little cunt pulse for me.â
you do. hard. thighs clamping around his head, whole body jerking as waves roll through you, and he just stays right there, licking soft and slow through every aftershock, kissing your oversensitive bud until youâre whining and tugging him up by the hair.
he finally pulls back, lips shiny, eyes dark and soft, thumb brushing one last feather-light circle over your twitching clit before he crawls up to kiss you deep.
âsuch a perfect tiny thing,â he whispers against your mouth. âall mine to take care of.â
NEED. (joshua hong x reader x yoon jeonghan) - PART TWO
summary: when youâre told by doctors that you need to get off your suppressants and go into heat, your beta husband thinks he has the perfect alpha in mind to help satisfy your needs.
word count: 6.5k
warnings: omega!reader, beta!joshua, alpha!jeonghan, established relationship (joshua x reader), angst, feelings of insecurity and self doubt, miscommunication, so much love between reader and joshua, cheating (?) if you want to interpret it that way, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, mentions of heats, ruts, knotting, scenting,voyeur jeonghan, polyamory.
PART ONE
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In the six years you have been with Joshua, you have never doubted him or your relationship.
Itâs what you loved about the two of you the most. The trust that exists between you is the size and strength of mountains. Itâs the reason why you two are so strong, because the foundation is solid. Itâs always been you and him against the world. For any obstacle, any difficulty you have dealt with, Joshua has been your support through it, always.
Even in the darkest moments of your relationship, like insecurities or bad communication, when you or him need to process things and need space, there is always an undercurrent, an understanding that you two would eventually come together to resolve it. There has never been a place for doubt.
Until now.
This time is different, you can tell. He is withdrawn not from the world, or for his own mental benefit, he is pulling away from you. You realise it in the days after your heat, once you fully regain your senses. Physically, he is there. He still loves to cook for you and cuddle on the couch after work. You still paint together on the weekends, or play badminton in the backyard. He fixes the shower when it starts leaking while you keep him company from where you sit next to the sink. You put little, shiny pins in his hair and he indulges you while you coo at him.
Everything looks fine. Any other person would think youâre being paranoid or crazy. But youâre not. Something about him is different. Something has changed. And you donât know what to do about it.
This is exactly why you didnât want to go into heat. This was the very thing you dreaded most of all. You were losing your husband, bit by bit, in that painful way that chips at the cracks. There will be no big blow up. It will disintegrate like this, slowly but surely, until thereâs nothing left to salvage.
Youâre terrified.
You go back to work after many months of sickness. Ever since your heat, you feel much better. As much as you donât want to admit it, spending it with an alpha really did help. Your fatigue and aches are gone. You havenât gotten a fever in weeks. You're fit as a fiddle, and ready to rejoin the workforce again. Youâre thankful for the distraction. It keeps your thoughts from spiraling, plagued by the dread of your slowly crumbling marriage.
When you get home from your first day back at work, Joshua has prepared a lavish meal for the two of you, all of your favorites laid out on the table. You stand in the doorway of the dining room, eyeing the spread as he grins at you with that silly pink apron you got him as a joke but he loves wearing, and before you know it, there's a layer of tears coating your eyes.
âHey.â He walks closer to you, voice soft as he gathers you in his arms. He wipes under your eyes, concern bleeding into his face.
âWhatâs wrong? Did you have a bad first day?â
You shake your head. âNo, it was great.â
âThen what is it?â
You look up at him, at how worried he seems. His expression is gentle, so calming, and just being close to him like this, his subtle flowery scent puts you at ease, even if your mind is well and truly drenched in fear.
âShua,â your voice is shaky, âare we okay?â
His expression falters, drops just a little, before picking up again. You know him too well, maybe to your own detriment, because you catch it immediately. Even as he hugs you tight and plants a kiss on your mark, your brain lingers on that expression.
âOf course weâre okay, my love.â
Your face crumples. Heâs lying to you. Your Shua, who would rather cut his hand off than deceive you in any way, is lying straight to your face.
You donât know what to do.
You fret for days afterward, distressed and unable to let it go. Things arenât okay, because if they were okay, Joshua would sense immediately that you are upset. And maybe he does, but he doesnât say anything about it. He doesnât sit you down and talk to you until you open up to him, like he would usually do. Itâs like the last straw. You need to do something, or you will lose him forever.
You donât know if the idea is born from desperation, or if you genuinely donât have any other choice, but when youâre calling Jeonghan right after work one day, you feel like this is the only thing you can do. You watch people walk past you urgently on the sidewalk as you stand still near the edge, everyone around you eager to get back home. The line rings a few times before Jeonghan finally picks up, his voice clear over the commotion around you.
âY/N?â
âHey.â Your breath stutters a little. You havenât really talked to Jeonghan since your heat ended. This feels a little awkward. âAre you still at work?â
âIâm just getting ready to leave. Is everything okay?â
You grit your teeth at the question. âI wanted to talk to you. Iâm actually not far from your building. Do you- do you think you can come down?â
Thereâs some shuffling before Jeonghan speaks again. âOf course, angel. Tell me where you are, Iâll be there in five.â
Your heart skips a little at the nickname. He called you that extensively during your week long heat, and youâre reminded of it now. God, you need to pull yourself together before you see him. Jeonghan might be the only person who can help you.
He sits opposite to you at the tiny table. Underneath it, his leg brushes against yours. You flush a little. Your last memory of Jeonghan is a very intimate one, and itâs a little bit of a struggle separating that from him right now. However, he seems unfazed.
âI didnât know who else to call.â You admit, feeling a little hesitant. Jeonghanâs face is soft and open. He nods slowly, waiting for you to continue. And so you do.
It feels like word vomit. You canât stop once you really start talking about it, all of it spilling out of you. Youâre really not used to keeping your feelings bottled up. This was, again, because of Joshua. He has always been your confidant. You talked to him about any and everything. It hurts your heart that now you have to talk to someone else, but you feel like you donât have a choice.
By the time you finish, youâre crying, tears running in thick tracks down your cheeks. Jeonghan doesnât interrupt you even once, handing you a tissue so you can wipe your runny nose as you keep crying. He places a comforting hand over your wrist on the table, but doesnât push further. By the end of it, you feel like youâve unloaded tonnes of garbage on him, and it has left you pleasantly empty. Hollow.
âIâm sorry.â Your voice is hoarse, all cried out. You sniffle again. âIt really isnât fair to you to hear all this. But I just donât know what to do.â
Jeonghan shakes his head. âDonât apologise. This is partly my doing.â
Your eyes widen. âAbsolutely not. None of this is on you.â
You can see Jeonghanâs jaw tick as he clenches his teeth, but he doesnât protest. So you just barrel on.
âI was hoping you would talk to him.â You finally say.
Jeonghan blinks, clearly caught off guard. âMe?â
You nod. âHe listens to you. He trusts your advice. You donât understand Hannie, he- he lied to me. My husband doesnât lie to me. I donât know what the hell is going on in his head, but this is bigger than anything Iâve ever dealt with before.â
Jeonghan seems to be pondering your request, his left cheek dented in a way that shows that heâs biting the inside of it. He watches you closely, as if heâs trying to pick you apart.
âCan I ask you something?â
You nod. âOf course.â
âHow do you feel? After your heat?â
Your eyebrows furrow and you fidget a little. âFine. Better than I have in months.â
He nods a little, still thinking. âDo you remember any of it?â
Now you feel your face burn hot. In all honesty, most of the exact events are blurry. You only remember the blinding pleasure, Jeonghanâs scent, some of your lucid intervals where Joshua fed you and bathed you. That's it. You tell Jeonghan that. He nods again.
âOkay. Iâll talk to him. Until then, you sit tight. Youâre very distressed, and Iâm sure thatâs making him feel worse.â
You huff. âItâs hard not to be.â
Jeonghan squeezes your arm a little. âI know, angel. But you have to try. I could smell how upset you were across the street. Heâs your mate, he will obviously have noticed.â
Youâre a little surprised that Jeonghan could smell you so far off. Even the waiter who served you couldnât tell, but Jeonghan could. Probably because youâve spent a heat with him. That must be it. You nod and agree.
Jeonghan walks you to the train station and waits until you board the train before leaving himself. Just before you can get on, he gently grabs your wrist, pulling you close enough to lay a small kiss on your forehead, right between your eyebrows. You flush at the feeling, heart kicking painfully against your ribs. His scent hits you strongly this close, and your omega relaxes.
A twinge of guilt hits you at the feeling, at experiencing comfort by Jeonghanâs presence and not your husband. But youâve been restless and anxious for weeks. You miss Joshua terribly in this moment. It seems to you that Jeonghan is temporarily trying to scrub that void. You give him a small smile before saying goodbye.
You ponder on your conversation the whole way home, and you hope against hope that somehow, Jeonghan can get through to Joshua. It seems like a long shot, but Jeonghan has been friends with Joshua for so long for a reason.
You have your fingers crossed.
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Work is slow nowadays, which isnât really good for Joshua. He needs a distraction badly, but it looks like heâs not getting it, which only makes him spiral even more. He has completed so much work in advance that he has completely run out of things to do, so he has to pretend to be busy, while also somehow trying to keep his mind occupied.
It is not working.
Today is as dull as yesterday was. Joshua is going through his calendar for the rest of the month, organizing it and adding trivial stuff he normally wouldnât, just to waste some time. Itâs nearly lunch time, but he hasnât seen Jeonghan all day. He heard that some people from the team went out on site to do some work, so thatâs probably why. Frankly, heâs relieved. Itâs hard to avoid Jeonghan when they share a cubicle wall, so this gives him a bit more breathing room.
He canât look at Jeonghan the same way anymore.
Unfortunately, the one thing he has been avoiding finally catches up to him, because Jeonghan finds him in the breakroom during lunch. Joshua stiffens when the alpha sits opposite to him, considering they havenât properly spoken in weeks. He doesnât speak, just looks down at his food. But Jeonghan needs no conversation starter to get straight to the point.
âYou need to tell Y/N what happened.â
Joshua freezes, finally meeting his friendâs eyes. Jeonghanâs stare is hard, firm in a way it rarely is.
âI donât have to. Itâs fine.â
Jeonghanâs entire face shifts, and Joshua feels a little uncomfortable with how angry he looks. Jeonghan doesnât get angry. It isnât like him.
âIf itâs fine, then why the hell is your omega calling me and crying her eyes out, scared that her marriage is falling apart?â
Shock seizes Joshua in a vice-like grip, eyes wide and unblinking. âWhat?â
Jeonghan sighs then, pinching the bridge of his nose. He leans forward, planting his elbows on the table, and looks at Joshua earnestly.
âTell her, Shuji. She will understand. I promise you she will.â
Joshua can feel his face twist, wetness unexpectedly and quickly coating his eyes. He blinks rapidly to clear them. âI canât.â
Jeonghanâs hold on his wrist is firm but gentle. He runs a soothing thumb over Joshuaâs scent glands. Smaller than his, but there nonetheless. Joshua wants to pull away, still feeling the guilt of what happened during your heat, but he canât bring himself to. He has been trying to deal with this on his own for a while now, and he misses you. He misses the comfort you bring him. Any semblance of it, even if it is from Jeonghan, means a lot.
Because he canât tell you what happened. It would break you.
It was the third day of your heat, and it showed no signs of slowing anytime soon. Joshua had spent nearly an hour between your legs, licking and sucking until he felt like his own lips were tingling. He was heady off the taste of your slick, even sweeter than you usually are. You had cum so many times that he lost count. Every few seconds, he ground his hips into the mattress, trying to find any relief for himself, and when you started babbling about Jeonghanâs knot, he finally stepped to the side, laying beside you, devouring your lips in a heated kiss while Jeonghan filled you up the exact way you needed.
He was so hard, and you were moaning so sweetly, muffled into his mouth, your nails scratching his scalp. He couldnât help himself, sliding a hand into his pants so he could stroke himself to the same rhythm that Jeonghan was thrusting into you. He watched you cum, and he watched your greedy little cunt swallow Jeonghanâs knot as he came right afterwards.
Joshuaâs eyes met the alphaâs as he moaned and filled you up, and before he could react, Jeonghan was leaning down to brush his lips against Joshuaâs ear.
âCome on, Shuji. Come all over yourself.â
And he did, the most intense orgasm heâs had in a while, hips jerking as he groaned, eyes locked with Jeonghanâs. The alpha bit his bottom lip, watching Joshua shudder and moan. The moment was so charged, so hot, that it felt almost natural, like it was meant to happen.
It hit him with a weight of a thousand trucks when he came to his senses.
Joshua was honestly shocked that you didnât bring it up after your heat ended. You went along with your daily routine just as usual, like nothing had happened. It took him a while and a few casual conversations with you to realise that you genuinely didnât remember, too caught up in your heat and the intensity of your emotions at the time. So that left him in a very difficult position.
Should he just forget all about it, considering it was a one-off, and move on? You probably wonât need to have another heat for years. Youâre already considering getting back on suppressants. The chances of this happening again are slim to none. He could write it off as a mistake and close this chapter.
Except it isnât that easy. Not when he still remembers all of it in sickening detail. The way Jeonghanâs eyes darkened when he watched him cum, his scent so potent as Joshua inhaled. And the fact that he has to see Jeonghan every day. Remember how good it felt to have Jeonghan guide him through his orgasm like that. Itâs too much to take. Joshua feels dirty with it. He feels like he has cheated on you, even though Jeonghan is adamant that this isnât what it is. But the fact that they even have to debate about this is proof enough in Joshuaâs head that it is exactly that. Jeonghan thinks Joshua is being ridiculous, he has thought that since the day it happened.
âI fucked her in more ways than I can even count, but this is where you draw the line.â He deadpanned just before leaving the house after your heat. âYouâre being too hard on yourself, Shuji. And this will get out of hand if you donât do something about it.â
And Jeonghan had been right.
It did get out of hand, because you went to Jeonghan to talk about how upset all of this has made you. Joshua did this, he forced your hand by being withdrawn. Now here he is, thinking about an alpha in ways he shouldnât, and there you are, leaning emotionally on said alpha outside your marriage. Jeonghan has become so intertwined in this whole mess, itâs hard to separate him from what is going on between you two. He canât solve this without involving the alpha.
Joshuaâs head hurts.
âBe there with me.â He finally says to the alpha. âWhen I tell her. Please be there.â
Jeonghan looks a little surprised, but nods anyway. âAre you sure thatâs-â
âYes.â Joshua interrupts him. âSheâll hate me for it, but at least you will be there to support her. Youâre the only one who can.â
Jeonghan smiles a little at that, but thereâs nothing happy about it. âIâm just as much at fault here as you.â
Joshua shakes his head. âNo, this is on me. She only ever did this because of me.â
Jeonghan sighs and stands up to leave, but just before he turns, he says one more thing.
âThe problem in your relationship Shuji, is that you are both too self sacrificial for your own good.â
The sentence sticks with Joshua for the rest of the day.
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[jeonghan]: weâre on our way. heâs ready to talk
Ever since you got that text, youâve been on edge. Youâve opened and closed the fridge so many times youâre pretty sure youâve ruined the food inside. You keep pacing around the living room, fiddling with little things over and over, waiting for them to show up. You wonder why Jeonghan is coming too, but youâre glad for it nonetheless. If itâs something that urged Joshua to bring Jeonghan along, then youâre sure you will need him there. He calms you down the same way Joshua does. You try not to linger on the thought, because of how much shame and guilt it causes you. You have too much on your mind right now to deal with this.
When they finally show up, toeing their shoes off near the door and walking into the living room, youâre standing next to the couch, fiddling with your hands. Your mateâs eyes meet yours.
âHey.â He says. He looks pale, eyelids heavy. Even when his lips tick up, itâs an expression riddled with emotional exhaustion. His shoulders are a little slumped, and your heart aches at the weight he carries. You give him the best, most comforting smile you can.
You both sit on the couch, facing each other. Jeonghan sits on the armchair opposite the two of you, trying to make himself scarce. Just before Joshua speaks, he turns his head to look at Jeonghan, who gives him a small nod. Your heart is pounding nearly painfully. You dig your nails into the palm of your hand.
Joshuaâs confession is a mix of emotional rambling and what actually happened that night. His voice quivers when he goes into the details of it. Jeonghan sits rock still, staring at the floor, as if making sure his presence doesnât affect you two in any way. You watch your husbandâs face as he tells you what he did with Jeonghan. You listen to his words carefully. At any moment, he will tell you how this changed the way he sees you now. You still still as a rock, waiting for the dreaded finish, the big and horrific confession that will explain his behavior these last few weeks. Where is he going with this? When will he tell you?
But Joshua stops talking to take a deep breath, like heâs done, adding to it with an apology only.
âIâm so sorry.â His words are strained. âI feel so guilty. So, so guilty. I canât begin to tell you-â
âWait.â Your voice is a little hoarse. Joshua stops talking immediately, wide, remorseful eyes looking at you. âThatâs- Is that it?â
Thereâs a small silence. Joshuaâs eyebrows furrow. âWhat do you mean?â
âShuaâŠ.â You canât help the laugh you bark out, half shocked at the incredulity of the situation, half relieved. âI thought- I thought it was me. I thought you didnât want to be with me after that heat. I thought that was why-â
Your breath catches, face scrunching as a wave of tears hits you. Joshua looks horrified, furiously shaking his head as he shuffles closer to you. You let him hug you, crying into his shoulder as you hold him tightly to your body. Joshua kisses over your bite mark over and over, whispering a string of ânoâs into your skin.
âI would never. I would never-â
You sob into his arms, feeling like youâve just lost fifty pounds. Your head is nearly dizzy with relief, breathing in his calm scent, fisting his shirt so tightly that it wrinkles instantly under your hands. Joshua laughs wetly.
âI thought you would hate me for this. I thought-â
âYouâŠ.â You shake your head. âYou fucking idiot.â
Joshua pulls away just enough to look at you, smiling as he wipes your eyes before kissing you deeply, and you immediately kiss back hard, pouring all your love for him into it. He cups your head, tilts it until you feel like heâs devouring you. Your core stirs. You missed him so much that your body is immediately ready for him. You sigh and moan into him, tears already forgotten. Itâs only him, him, him. You need him so bad.
Thereâs shuffling to your side, and you are acutely reminded of the fact that Jeonghan is still there, watching all of this. You break away from Joshua, turning your head to look at the alpha who has now stood up from where he sat previously. He gives you two a relieved smile.
âI think Iâm gonna head out now.â
Your mind blanks. âNo. S-stay.â
Both men look at you, shocked. You turn your head back to your husband, feeling a little nervous.
âCan he stay?â
Joshua watches you closely. At this proximity, you can see the way his eyes darken at the notion, his gaze drifting down to your lips as he licks over his own. You fight the urge to kiss him again.
âOkay.â
Jeonghanâs face morphs into one of amusement as he ticks an eyebrow up. You can see even from the distance that the cogs in his head are turning. You both want him here, in this moment with you.
Without saying anything more, he sinks into the armchair again, leaning back more and spreading his legs a bit. You feel Joshuaâs lips on your neck as you watch the alpha. He only levels you with a heated stare.
âGo on, omega. Give me a show, then.â
Joshua moans into your neck, and you have to fight to keep your eyes from rolling up. Youâre already sopping wet, you can tell, and the way Jeonghanâs eyes are dragging down your body isnât helping. You turn to your husband and pull his head up to press a searing kiss into his lips, infinitely more charged than the previous one, your hands moving frantically to unbutton his shirt.
Clothes fly off, both of you desperate to feel all of each other. Itâs been a while, and you missed him so, so much. His cock is hard and heavy in your hand as you stroke him. He moans into your mouth, pushing you back until you are laid out on the couch cushion, Joshua fitting himself snugly between your open legs.
âBaby,â he rasps and you whine at the sound. âCanât wait. Need to be inside you.â
You nod frantically and buck up into him, feeling the delicious way his shaft drags through your slit. Joshua pumps himself a couple of times before lining up, sinking into you with one smooth motion. Your mouth drops open at the feeling as he carves his way through your unprepped walls. Joshua always gets you ready, making you cum on his mouth or fingers at least once before you take his cock. The only time he hadnât was when he went on a three week long business trip. You feel the same desperation now, having gone for a while without intimacy, too impatient to think of anything except having his cock inside you immediately. It burns in the best way, just the slightest twinge of pain amplifying the waves of pleasure shooting through your body. When he settles all the way inside, he groans deeply, stilling.
Your eyes meet his, and you canât help the way they mist over as you look up at him. Your everything, the love of your life. You cannot imagine ever being without him, you would cease to exist. Joshua smiles, and you feel like your heart is about to explode.
He leans down on his elbows so that he is closer to you, his forehead pressed into your sweaty one. He pulls back almost all the way, until only the head is snug inside you, before pushing all the way in again. You moan at the feeling.
âSo tight, baby. Always so tight and ready for me.â He groans, his lips brushing yours as he starts fucking into you, nice and slow but firm, each thrust landing exactly where you want it to, his cock pressing insistently into your soft spot, making you see stars.
âFor you, Shua.â You stutter out, already losing your head a little when he doesnât let up on his thrusts, wave after wave of stimulation hitting your senses like an assault.
âHm? Only for me? Bet you were just as tight when Jeonghan fucked you.â
You moan at the same time as you hear a low hum from the armchair. You donât dare turn your head, donât dare look at the man watching you get fucked. But you can smell him, even from here. His pheromones are dense and all encompassing, an alpha in the room letting you know of his presence. You canât ignore him even if you want to, and especially not when your husband is adamant on bringing him up.
Joshuaâs hand reaches up, cupping your jaw and tilting your head up so he can lick over your puckered lips. Itâs slow and tantalizing, a contrast to how much faster and harder his thrusts have gotten. Already, you can feel a familiar knot tightening in your stomach, and you donât even have to warn him, because Joshua can feel it, the way you clench desperately around him. He knows it all too well, this feeling, so he bites your bottom lip hard a d tugs it, mumbling into your mouth.
âCum for me.â
And you do. You gasp and cry as your orgasm racks through your body with enough force to make all your limbs seize up. Joshua doesnât slow for a second. He never does. Sex with him is not a race, itâs a marathon. This is just one orgasm of many, and with the way heâs looking down at you, like he wants to devour you whole, you know you are in for a long night.
And maybe a small part of Joshua wants to prove to the alpha who knotted you that he knows how to take care of his omega. He still has his pride, after all.
As you come down from your high, Joshua pulls out and wraps his arms around you, tugging you up and seating you firmly on his lap, straddling him. Your limbs are liquid, still recovering from your orgasm, but he doesnât need you to do anything right now except be a good girl and take his cock. So he grips you tight around the waist, pulls you down on his nearly draped body, your back facing Jeonghan, and then he lines up and starts thrusting into you, harsh and fast. You cry out at the feeling, scrambling to hold on to something. Joshua cups the back of your head, holding you firmly in place.
âDonât.â His voice is sharper. âTake it, baby. No squirming. Be a good girl.â
He knows what heâs doing. And he can see it over your shoulder, the way Jeonghanâs eyes are trained right where his cock disappears into your stretched out hole. The way his shaft glistens with your juices every time he pulls out, only to get coated again when he sinks into you. Then, as if sensing his stare, Jeonghan looks up, eyes meeting Joshuaâs.
Joshua thrusts up again and then stills, buried deep inside you. You gasp as you catch your breath in big gulps, not protesting against the small reprieve. Jeonghanâs lip ticks up, and he finally speaks.
âWhyâd you stop, Shuji? About to come?â
Joshua wants to squeeze his eyes shut tight, but he canât bring himself to look away from Jeonghan, the dark pools of liquid almost sultry. When Jeonghan chuckles, itâs light and low. Joshua can feel you clench around him at the sound. Fuck, this is turning you on just as much as itâs turning him on.
âI donât blame you.â Jeonghan keeps talking, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his legs, eyes drifting down your bare back. âHer cuntâs too good. Squeezes you just right.â
You mewl in Joshuaâs arms, squirming a little. He curses and grinds into you, a little something to edge you two more. Joshuaâs head spins. Even though Jeonghan hasnât touched either of you, hasnât even stepped close, hasnât even touched his own cock, it still feels like heâs tugging the strings for both of you. His command is undeniable. Is this what itâs like, being with an alpha?
Joshua doesnât think he can last long. At this point, he doesnât even want to. He begins fucking you again in earnest, making you gasp and turn rigid in his hold again.
âShua,â you weep, voice high and lovely with a need that makes both men groan. âGonna cum again. Please.â
âGo ahead, baby. Soak my cock.â Joshua punches back, making sure to undulate his pelvis just right so that it brushes your clit with every thrust. It drives you wild, he knows this, and Joshua is adamant to put on the show that Jeonghan demanded. With a view like this, thereâs no way the alpha will miss it.
Joshua tugs your head back just enough to press his lips into yours so he can mumble directly into your mouth.
âCome on, darling. Give Jeonghan something to look at.â
That does it for you. You squeeze hard around his cock and cum, and Joshua can immediately feel the difference, the slide of his cock easier as you gush around him. He can feel it drip down his balls, probably ruining the couch too, but he doesnât care. Not when Jeonghan curses loudly and squeezes his erection through his pants, an action that makes Joshua finally topple over the edge as well, shuddering as he empties himself inside you. Youâre trembling in his hold, still coming down from your high, panting. Joshua feels his cum leak around him, can probably imagine how it looks right now, mixing with your own juices, foamy and milky around his shaft. Heâs almost envious that he canât see this view. He lays a soft kiss on your bare shoulder.
Across the room, Jeonghan has a tiny smirk playing on his face, watching as your sweaty bodies come down from your highs. When his eyes meet Joshuaâs, he winks.
Joshua has to hold back his smile.
âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ..
Jeonghanâs entry into your relationship is seamless.
You think itâs because of the dynamics at play here. Heâs an alpha, a presence that was clearly missing between you two. While Joshua and you have known each other intimately for a very long time, Jeonghan is a natural at taking care of people. He picks up on not only your needs, but Joshuaâs as well, bending to accommodate you two effortlessly.
Joshua thinks it has nothing to do with him being an alpha, and everything to do with the history between you three. Jeonghan has always been there, since before you and Joshua even knew each other. You tease him about it sometimes, saying he probably would have ended up with Jeonghan if you hadnât been in the picture. It makes him laugh incredulously.
âI donât think so.â He says, turning his head to look at Jeonghan, who is folding his clothes to put in the bottom most dresser drawer, the one you had emptied out for him. Jeonghan only winks, making you shriek with laughter and Joshuaâs jaw drop. It makes his heart flutter a little, knowing Jeonghan was interested in him even back then.
He loves seeing you get to know Jeonghan even more.
Your status helps a lot, an alpha and an omega built to fit snugly into each otherâs lives. While Joshua is good at calming you down, making you feel at ease, Jeonghan lights a spark in you, heated and passionate. He understands the nuance that comes with navigating a relationship that is already so well established, and he never pushes. Joshua can see how much you appreciate that, and it makes you more receptive to Jeonghanâs advances.
The first time Jeonghan kisses Joshua, youâre in the room.
Youâre snuggled up on the couch between them, curled so tightly and warmly that youâre almost half asleep by the time theyâre halfway into the movie. Joshua watches you, your body slumped over between them, wondering if he should just turn the movie off and head to bed. Jeonghan seems to read his mind.
âI can take her inside.â
When he turns his head to look at the alpha, heâs closer than Joshua anticipated. The light from the television dances across Jeonghanâs face, casting sharp shadows. Joshua feels his breath hitch.
It feels more natural than he ever could have thought. Up close, Jeonghanâs lips taste of something sweet. Itâs soft and slow, and by the time he pulls away, he feels like heâs dizzy.
He canât believe heâs lucky enough to have both of you.
Jeonghan all but moves in after that first night he watched you and Joshua on the couch. Itâs almost like he was never away in the first place. Thereâs nearly no adjustment required. An extra pair of boots next to yours by the door, a blue toothbrush in the glass next to the sink, a bunny shaped mug in the cupboard above the coffee machine. Jeonghan is a light sleeper, and an early bird. He takes up making breakfast for all three of you before work, while you and Joshua take care of dinner because heâs usually so tired by the end of the day.
Joshua is grateful that he works with Jeonghan, but he knows it makes you feel a bit pouty that youâre left out the whole day. So they make it a point to focus all their attention on you when they get back from work in the evenings. Jeonghan scents you extensively, something that Joshua has never been able to do, and it puts him at ease knowing that you smell like Jeonghan. It feels even better when Jeonghan scents him too, because then you both smell like him, and Jeonghan loves that.
Itâs a couple of months later, during a scenting session like this, that your heat gets triggered.
You never ended up using suppressants again, and that must be the reason why. This time around is even more charged than before, with both your alpha and your beta actively involved in taking care of you. Jeonghan is even more mean about it, dragging out every orgasm until you black out, which ultimately gives you a longer break afterwards. When Joshua complains that heâs being too hard on you, Jeonghan calls him a brat and fucks him into the mattress as well, and thatâs when you realise your heat triggered his rut.
Itâs nearly a week of endless bliss, and you feel like a changed person at the end of it.
Youâre still in your nest, dozing in and out of sleep, your head resting on Joshuaâs bare chest. In the distance, you can hear the shower running, and Jeonghan humming a little tune that you donât recognise. Joshua does, apparently, because he starts quietly singing along. It makes you grin and look up at him.
His smile is lazy and sleepy. He looks blissed out in a way you have never seen him. Before Jeonghan, you never imagined that you and Joshua could get any happier, but apparently you could, if the giddy feeling inside you and the joy on your husbandâs face is any indication.
Joshua brushes a slow finger over your mark. You shiver at the feeling. He gives you a contemplative smile.
âDo you think you want to take Jeonghanâs mark?â
You blink up at him, surprised but not really. âOnly if you want me to.â
He laughs at that. âSweetheart, weâre way past the need for you to ask me this stuff. You are as much his as you are mine.â
The sentence warms your chest. You lay a kiss on his shoulder. âI love you.â
He turns to capture your lips in his, starting soft and sweet, but quickly getting heated. Youâre a little surprised when you feel his erection poke your thigh, convinced that both of you were thoroughly fucked out after the intensity of the last week. But you feel something stir in your core too, legs spreading as Joshua rolls over on you.
Fifteen minutes later, Jeonghan walks out of the shower to the sounds of pretty little whines and moans coming from the bedroom. He smirks and huffs, beelining straight to the source of the noise, knowing he will have to shower again, but not caring when the sight of his two lovers intertwined together greets him as he opens the door.
sometimes toji fingered you so good that you would fall asleep and wake up in a bliss, thinking it was a dream.Â
it wasnât until you felt the ache between your thighs that you would remember, and the pattern kept going like that.Â
toji is so good at touching, making you cum with his fingers, mouth, dick, or anything.Â
he knew where to touch you, how to make you moan uncontrollably, how to get you to cry, and how to make you sleep after.Â
you always got so lightheadedwhen you were at the edge, always sliding an extra finger inside just to hear you cry out.Â
âiâŠi feel like iâm going to pass out.âÂ
his thumb grazed over your sensitive clit, making you arch, your head falling on his shoulder trying to stay put and awake, but it was so hard.Â
it's when you finished, your vision got bright, seeing those little star specks as your body erupted over, your body going slack against him, his fingers still moving a little, then finally sliding out.Â
it was always when he saw your breath scattering and your breathing getting harder that he would go faster.
drooling out your mouth and trying to keep yourself steady, but no matter what happened, you always ended up getting lightheaded and knocking out.Â
(a/n): hellooo hellooo annyeonghaseo!!! I'm back. naked seungcheol got me all hot and bothered i couldn't help but write this. also the fact that i already knew he had a dad bod đ€š(not surprising because we literally live together) also it's my first time writing a headcanon, so I hope you like it ;)
SMUT ahead under cut!!
dad bod!seungcheol who still looks massive when he walks by. broad shoulders, heavy steps, arms that could still lift you like nothing if he tried - but thereâs a softness to him now, one thatâs crept in over the years. a little extra weight on his stomach, smells of baby formula, and that constant stubble because shaving every day doesnât feel worth it anymore.
dad bod!seungcheol who complains about it sometimes, grumbling in front of the mirror while he runs a towel over his face. âneed to start running again,â he mutters, or âcanât believe I used to have abs.â but you just lean against the doorframe, watching him, half-smiling because heâs still the same man - just⊠fuller
when he sits down, he spreads out - thighs taking space, arm slung behind the couch, posture lazy and open. you love that he doesnât even notice how he fills a room anymore
dad bod!seungcheol who doesnât understand why youâve gotten clingier. why your hands always seem to find their way under his shirt when you hug him from behind, why you keep brushing crumbs off his chest when there are no crumbs, why your lips always linger a second too long when you kiss him goodbye
dad bod!seungcheol who still still wakes up before everyone else, shuffling around the kitchen shirtless, hair a mess, making coffee like itâs a ritual. you watch him from the doorway - all broad shoulders, soft stomach, stubble catching the morning light - and suddenly youâre way too awake.
dad bod!seungcheol who just mere minutes later, is now a moaning mess as you suck him as if your life depends on it.
"fu-uck," he pants,  "slow down, babe." but the way he holds your head even tighter, says otherwise.
"can't!" you pant, taking him out of your mouth. "you get me all hot and bothered." he swears he could come right then and there and with that look in his eyes - he'd give you another child already.
"fuck me, baby." you moan, and he's trembling, barely holding onto the edge.
dad bod!seungcheol who grips your hips so hard, you're sure they're will be marks by the time you're done.
he wraps his arms around you, pushes you onto the wall and thrusts up into you - heavy balls smacking against your ass. the whines that comes out of your mouth is just pitiful.
he pinches your clit and your walls clench him tighter.
"fuck baby, you're so tight" he huffs. "you want to make me a dad again? huh?"
âcheol- slo- ugh. slow downâ you pant as your legs shake every time his tip brushes your spot. the way his large, bulbous tip was brushing against your very inner walls had you dizzy. â-want more.â
"I'll give you exactly what you want, mama"
you moan so loud that the whole damn block might know exactly what heâs doing to you.
"not so loud, mama. baby'll wake up" seungcheol is grinning.
"mhmm, cheol." you breathe, gripping his biceps harder. "feels so good."
your fingers dig into his shoulders, velvet walls clenching around him as your body shook violently, thighs quaking as pleasure surged through your veins.
âfuck, cheol - ohh fuck âm gonna cum!â your legs feel like liquid - you are glad he's holding you - otherwise you'd be as good as putty.
âthaaatâs it, mama. come fâme.â he groaned, pushing in with a few more punishing thrusts before spilling inside your spasming cunt, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you to the brim.
heâs holding you flush against him, fingers pressing into your back, thumb tracing along your jaw. âgodâŠyou really are relentless,â he huffs, voice low, teasing but strained.
you grin, smirking up at him. âcan you blame me?â his chest rises with a laugh. "hmmâŠnope,â he murmurs, lips grazing your temple. ânot at all. and I thinkâŠI like it.â you trace over his shoulders, leaning closer, feeling the weight of him, the warmth, the lingering tension.
âgood,â you whisper. âbecause Iâm not stopping anytime soon.â
â bf!mingi x gf!reader x bestie!yunho
â it finally happened... and then it happened again... and again... until lines are blurred and everything feels a little heavier than it was supposed to.
â sex, lots of it! p in v, oral (m&f), mxm, praise, degradation, bondage tape, restraining, choking, slapping, sex not working lol, idk if there's anything else if i forgot anything don't hesitate to let me know!!!
â part two of three / wc 31.3k
â â put me in the middle!! this took me awhile i'm sorry hahaha but i am super in love with them and i hope you are too! thank you for reading and thank you so, so, SO much for all the love on part one!!
Seven thirty.Â
Two heavy knocks at the door, knuckles of long, pink-tipped fingers, followed by the subtle wheeze of it opening, then a soft sound of a tarnished, gold latch locking.Â
âIâm here,â he calls out, his voice smooth as always, the sound of his shoes against hardwood moving through your entryway giving you and Mingi zero time to mentally prepare. You meet his gaze from one end of the hallway to another, watching as your boyfriendâs eyes widen, how his feet pivot too quickly to face your living room.Â
Heâs here. Perfectly on time.Â
You scurry into your bedroom, throwing the last bit of laundry in your hamper, packing it hastily in your closet. The last twenty-four hours were nothing but preparation, which was all useless, anyhow. Yunho has seen every inch of your apartment at every different stageâ Messy, clean, laundry day, when he had made the mess himself.
Tonight was different. After days of talking about it with Mingi, which was just the same conversation nearly verbatim over and over, youâd decided that for sure this was what you wanted. Opening the door, letting Yunho in, allowing him to show you things youâd been spending over a month researching, practicing, exploring.Â
You never needed to talk about it in the first place. Both of you had made your decision a week ago, with one of Yunhoâs hands on your hips and the other on Mingiâs jaw, his spit drying on your bottom lip and inside of your boyfriendâs mouth. Yunho was a pipe dream, but the answer to all your prayers.Â
Yunho was a necessity.Â
Someone youâve known for years whom you love and trust, someone you would do anything for, is now fulfilling the biggest favor you had ever asked in your entire life.Â
You took a deep breath in the mirror above your vanity, moving stray pieces of hair out of your face, adjusting your fitted tee to meet the hem of Mingiâs boxers around your waist. Adrenaline sparked at your fingertips as you padded into the living room on socked feet, wearing the biggest close-mouthed smile you could muster despite the blood rushing to your ears.Â
With the smell of warm vanilla in your nose and a muted orange coating the room, it felt like you were enveloping yourself in a tight hug as you entered the open space. You had thoroughly set yourself up for comfort, knowing yourself, knowing Mingi, tonight was something bigger than either of you had ever experienced.Â
You were nervous, no doubt, but so fucking excited. You havenât been with anyone besides Mingi in years, you could barely remember a time before Mingi, and now you were displaying yourself so openly, in such a delicate position for someone else. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach, threatening to escape through your locked jaw.Â
ââŠSanâs house can fit all of us easily. Itâs huge,â You caught the tail end of Mingiâs sentence as you crossed the living room, the two already in conversation, sitting on opposite sides of the space. Mingi was dressed as he was every other night, sweat shorts and a big tee, as if this was just another movie night.Â
You took your spot next to your boyfriend, knees tucked up to your chest, tongue in your cheek, fully aware of your heart in your chest. You pushed your eyebrows high to ask, âWhatâd I miss?âÂ
âTalking about the beach trip,â Mingi quickly replied, then looked back to Yunho, âHow long did he say? Thursday to Sunday?âÂ
Yunho nods, âYeah, I already took off work so Iâm definitely in.â
Your lips scrunched to the side, mind already going one hundred miles per hour. They spoke so casually, as if your plans werenât even happening, as if this truly was just another movie night. You couldnât decide if that fed you comfort or if you should check the pulse point in your wrist, you didnât want to think about the beach trip, what might change between now and then. What if tonight went poorly? Would you be the same after? Would you have to avoid Yunho during the long weekend at Sanâs beach house?Â
You filled your lungs with vanilla scented air, reminding yourself that you and Mingi talked about this already. Mingi reassured you that no matter what happened tonight, Yunho will still be your friend.Â
You prayed he was right.Â
âIâm excited that Wooyoung is coming,â you added, a forced, bright smile on your face, forcing the thoughts out of your mind. He was coming back to your state for the occasion, already taking off from work despite just starting his new job. A very Wooyoung thing to do.Â
âNot Sana?â Yunho teased, a lopsided grin playing on his lips, and you finally took him in as he sank further into His Spot. Silver hair swept across his forehead, his hands laid flat on his thighs, knees spread, shoulders squared, even in a hoodie and sweats he looked polished, self-assured. Dominant.Â
Your excitement returned.
âDefinitely not Sana,â you said through a breath as the thoughts sank in, eyes everywhere but on his. Your head was elsewhere, distracted, anticipation sitting heavy in your spine.Â
Yunho finally called mid-week, wondering if you had changed your mind, asking if he could make good on his promise. You and Mingi couldnât agree fast enough. He laughed at how eager you sounded, his voice velvety over the phone, slipping into that tone heâs only used on you on one occasion, but was already something you craved.Â
Now sitting across from him, waiting, making small talk as a preface for whatâs to come, your body felt tight, like arousal was bottled up inside you, begging to be released.Â
Itâs not like you and Mingi havenât fucked, either.Â
Last week when Yunho left it was like a dam had broken inside your boyfriend, as if all of his fears disappeared. The jealousy you at one point wished he could feel, act on, had shown itself so clearly you could still feel it between your thighs. He had fucked you within an inch of your life, harder than he ever has in the years youâve been together, that night was primal. All laying claim and taking back what had been given to another, Mingiâs hands had left every spot Yunho touched raw.Â
You loved every fucking second of it. And he did, too.Â
It turned him on as much as it pissed him off, to see you with someone else, to see you enjoying it as much as you did. But after getting it out of his system, he still wanted tonight, wanted to see you with him, wanted to feel Yunhoâs hands on his own body, wanted his tongue in his mouth. Itâs come up in every conversation, every session since that night. Maybe both of you were insatiable.Â
Yunho huffs a laugh, a small sound of amusement, his head dipping down, shaking side to side in disbelief. You bite your lip as he picks his head back up, his eyes deeper, knowing.Â
His smile tells you everything, that you were transparent, he could see every thought youâve formed in the past week. He could feel how his name sat between you and your boyfriend, how the mention of him had you coming undone several times over seven days.Â
âLetâs get to it then?â He cocks his head to the side once more, cunning radiating off of him, âSince the two of you look like youâre about to explode.âÂ
You meet Mingiâs eye and heat has already reached his cheeks, spread wide across his nose, but you doubt you looked any different. A smile pulls at the corner of your lips and Mingi matches it, the same thought running through your minds. Finally.Â
âAre we that obvious?â Mingiâs smile is coy now, a shred of embarrassment leaking through as faces Yunho again. He runs a hand through his hair, his palm landing heavily on your knee.Â
âTo me?â Yunho raises his eyebrows, hands sliding across the length of his thighs, âAbsolutely.âÂ
âYou left us⊠Abruptly last week,â you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you glance up at Mingi, âTo say weâve been waiting for tonight is an understatement.â
Yunho laughs, the kind of giggle you normally only hear when heâs a few beers deep and Mingi just told a corny joke. A sound you never paid attention to, but now lays comfort over you like a blanket. âI did kind of blue-ball you, my bad. Just wanted to make sure you were both serious when you were clear-headed.âÂ
âOur minds havenât changed even a little,â you shake your head, âEverything still stands.âÂ
âCan we talk about it again, though? Just to refresh,â Mingi shifts on the couch, his position mirroring Yunho for the most part, his back less straight and his shoulders slouched.Â
âOf course,â Yunho nods, âOverstim, edging, choking and degradation are all yes from both of you.â His eyes land on you alone, âBut only to you can I inflict physical pain. Slapping, hitting of any kind, restraining you, that kind of thing.âÂ
Your toes curl against the couch, thighs flexing, fingers tightening where they linked around your shins. You and Mingi both nodded, but Mingi was the one who spoke, âWe want to learn, too. How to be dominant.âÂ
âThen try to pay attention,â Yunhoâs lips curve at the corner, âCorrect me if Iâm wrong, but your biggest struggle is what to do when youâre both feeling submissive, right?âÂ
You and Mingi nod in agreement again. Yunho continues, âThen just enjoy tonight, the teaching can come later if you want it to. Do you remember your safe word?âÂ
âKiwi,â you respond simply, releasing your legs, letting them stretch out before you, socked feet hitting the hardwood.Â
âThatâs if you want to fully stop, right?â You both nod. âWeâll use the stoplight system then, too.âÂ
âGreen means go, yellow pause, and red stop, right?â Mingi glances at you, then redirects his attention back to Yunho, who leans forward to place his elbows on his knees.Â
As Yunho explains the system, you and Mingi nod slowly, taking in every word. You havenât even been pushed to yellow, you think, but you wondered what could push you to red. Yunhoâs face was serious as he spoke, not a shred of humor, making sure you ingested what he was saying. You could tell heâs explained this several times, the words smoothly pouring out of his lips like water.Â
âIf youâre unable to speak and need to stop or pause, use two fingers to tap me twice, anywhere on my body. Iâll know,â he nods as he speaks, eyes still analyzing you and Mingi, as if he could see the gears turning in your heads, how you pocketed the information.Â
âAny questions?â He looks between you, eyes dancing between yourself and your boyfriend.Â
âWhy canât I just say stop?â Mingi asks plainly, âI feel like that gets the point across.âÂ
Yunhoâs lips lift at the corners, âBecause stop doesnât always mean stop, some people get off on staying stop and their partner not stopping.âÂ
Mingiâs lips part, eyebrows twisting together as he looks at you beside him. He looked utterly horrified despite all the research youâve done, and the sight makes you giggle. That never quite made sense to him.
âWhy would anyone enjoy that?â Mingiâs palm goes over his heart, curious and concerned.Â
Yunho shrugs as he sinks back into His Spot, back pressed against the couch, âKinks are kinks.â
Mingi shakes his head, mumbling under his breath, âThat will never be me.â
âAnd it doesnât have to be,â Yunho responds simply, âThatâs why we talk these things out and explore. The two of you might not be into the same shit, but it doesnât mean either of you are wrong for being into it.â
âWhat are you into?â Mingi leaned forward, crossing one leg over his knee, âNow I'm curious.â
âThereâs honestly not much Iâd say no to,â Yunhoâs eyes glance upward in thought, âIâm not into scat play, blood play, Iâm not huge on food play but I wouldnât necessarily say no to it. Iâm more of a sadist kind of Dom, and I guess I only look for relationships when thereâs a total power exchange.â
You lift a brow, mind drifting back to your conversation with Jihyo, âTotal power exchange? Like, outside of the bedroom, right?â
Yunho nods, âSome people just call it twenty four-seven, you saw it when we were at Wooyoungâs going away party. Itâs a huge responsibility that comes with rules and protocols, it teaches discipline, accountability.â
You sink back into the couch, wondering where all of this started. How Yunho got into this, how it affects his lifestyle, if thatâs why he canât hold a relationship to save his damn life. You always thought it was because he was flighty, or he didnât know what was good for him, not that he wanted his partners to fully and absolutely submit to him. Years later, the puzzle pieces begin falling into place.Â
âDonât think Iâm expecting anything that intense from you two,â he waves a hand in front of him, âI just want you to have the full experience tonight and enjoy yourselves.â
Feeling warm, you smile, âThank you, for doing this.â
Yunhoâs face twists up, âDonât say it like thereâs anywhere else Iâd rather be right now.â
A beat of silence falls over the room, heavy and charged, the energy shifting all at once.Â
âIâve been thinking about you two beneath me for days,â his head tips back, voice slipping into that sultry tone, syrupy and sweet. âAh, what Iâd do with you.âÂ
You breathe through your nose, heartbeat picking up in your chest, âThen do it.â
His head picks back up, eyebrows flat, gaze deeper than coal. In one steady, controlled breath, he says, âCome here then, let me pick back up where I left off.â
As if your blood had become carbonated, your body buzzes with thrill, feeling the warmth in every cold, dark corner of your mind.Â
Heâs here, this is real, he wants you.Â
Youâre on your feet without a second thought, fingertips pulling Mingiâs boxers back down over your butt, making it before Yunhoâs knees in two long strides without looking behind you. Youâre steadier this time as your shins fall on either side of his hips, thighs straddling his. Youâre eye level with him like this, and his features are all warm, welcoming, but the power, control behind them⊠You think that maybe you didnât have to wonder how he started, how he got into BDSM, that maybe this lifestyle was waiting for him all along.Â
âBack straight,â his words cut through you like glass, âEyes on me.â
Your back straightens on command, shoulders back, eyes meeting his without a second thought.
Yunho smiles, his voice edible, âSuch a good listener.â His hand comes up to your cheek, swallowing it as he tucks your hair behind your ear, âGonna be good for me tonight?â
You nod eagerly, and he huffs a laugh. âSo easy, arenât you?â His hand falls to your waistband, eyeing the cotton around your hips, fingers trailing the elastic, âUntouched, unkissed. Could probably reach in and feel you soaked for me, couldnât I?âÂ
He meets your eye and you feel see through, his touch leaving zaps of electricity in its wake. Your voice doesnât come out as steady as you want it to as you say, âWanted this all week.â
âIâm sure you did,â he taunts as he looks you up and down, palms landing on your thighs, sliding across your skin, leaving a trail of heat where they pause. You tried not to shift in his hold, keeping your back straight as he asks, âYou cum thinking about me?âÂ
Your breath hitches in your throat, but you nod, because itâs the truth. Mingi has, too. A mention of his name had you two feral, for seven whole days. Youâve probably been wet since you opened your eyes this morning.
His fingers grip at your thighs, âKiss me, baby. Been keeping you waiting long enough.â
You press your lips to his hastily like you had to prove the last seven days had been hell, full of enough patience to last you a lifetime. He controls the kiss immediately, taming your greed, hands landing on your waist like a reminder, tongue slipping into your mouth to let you taste him. You arch into his touch, hands landing on his shoulders to feel the muscle beneath thin cotton, to let it ground you as your confidence grows.
With your head less hazy this time, you allowed yourself to take everything in. The taste of mint on his tongue, the feeling of silver locks between your fingers as your hand reached his nape, how the hips below you, despite feeling different, still felt right. His mouth tasted like him, like foreignness, like exploration, like a new beginning.Â
You sank into it, into him, the feeling of his skin on yours. He deepened the kiss, hands falling to your hips, his own softly bucking up against you in a silent command. You rolled yourself against him and a gasp immediately escaped you like you havenât been touched in days, fingers curling around the short hairs on his neck, the motion flicking a switch in your brain.Â
He smiled against your lips, fingers tightening around you, working you into a rhythm. It wasnât long until your eyes screwed shut, lips going slack against his, head falling forward in pleasure, completely lost in the stimulation he was allowing you.Â
Until Mingi pulled it from under your feet.Â
He whines from the couch behind you and the sound is enough to alarm your nervous systemâ Your body goes rigid against his best friend as panic zips down your spine, as if you had gotten caught doing something wrong, even if it wasnât wrong. You whipped your head around before Yunho could catch you to see your boyfriend splayed out on the couch, fisting his clothed cock over his shorts, features twisted up in arousal. Eyebrows furrowed, jaw slack, lips parted, he looked a mess.Â
It was turning him on to see you with Yunho.Â
Of course it was, youâve both been waiting for this.Â
Your eyes meet and hunger personified stares back at you, flushed cheeks and bitten lips, cock twitching in his palm. It hits you then that he wants this, he wants to see you fall apart in Yunhoâs hands, he wants to see you together. Thereâs no hesitation in the way he stares back at you, no second-guessing, no questions left to be asked.Â
As if something ignited in your gut, like Mingi had waved a green flag, you turned back to Yunho and reattached your lips, picking up where you left off, desperation swimming in each roll of your hips. Ease settled over you like an embrace, right, this was all okay. Youâre okay. Youâre allowed to enjoy this.Â
But not too much. Not yet.Â
âEasy,â Yunho stilled your hips with enough pressure against bone to make you pull away from him with a hiss, chest heaving and eyes wide. Yunho peered over your shoulder, his composure completely intact, eyes squinting as he stared at Mingi across the room, âWho told you that you could touch yourself?âÂ
You turned your head to see Mingiâs shorts pulled down to his thighs now, his cock peeking just outside of his briefs, leaking and angry with negligence, his eyes wide as he realizes heâs been caught. He quickly peels his hands away from his crotch, holding them up on either side of his chest in an attempt to prove his innocence.Â
He knew he couldnât bullshit Yunho, heâd been caught red-handed. In a falsely sweet voice, Yunho sang, âCome here, Min.âÂ
Mingi tucked himself away, walking toward you with a guilty look on his face, eyebrows twisted inward with a slight pout on his lips. Yunho smacked his teeth with his lips, right back to power and control, âOn your knees.â
Mingiâs eyebrows fled to his hairline, but he obeyed, lowering himself onto the hardwood, cock pressing against its restraints. Yunho let out a huff of amusement, âYou think this is sexy? Watching your girlfriend hump me like a dog?âÂ
You gasped, almost silently, your body burning with embarrassment and arousal. Mingi nodded without an ounce of shame. Yunho laughed with his chest this time, condescending and sinister, his hands circling over your hips. âOf course you do. Sit there and watch, then.âÂ
He connected your lips again, messier than before, his hands sliding to your ass, squeezing the skin, all for Mingi to see. His hands traveled beneath your shirt, up your back, nails grazing against your skin, making you gasp into him, your hips bucking against his, fisting his cotton tee. He smiled into the kiss, so poised, like all of this was a part of his plan.Â
His hands fell to your waist, gripping tight as he lifted you off his lap, turning you to lay you on the couch beside him. He was fast in maneuvering himself on top of you, his frame completely engulfing you beneath him, caging you in against the cushions. You should be used to the size above you, with your boyfriend as huge and buff as he is, Yunho is only a few inches taller. The difference makes your brain short-circuit each time.Â
Stealing the breath from your lungs, Yunhoâs kiss was borderline harsh, short and sharp, a display for Mingi who still sat untouched on the floor. Yunho keeps himself steady above you, chocolate eyes searching for something in your face, maybe memorizing it, as if it was already his.Â
He glanced to his side, at Mingi on the floor, then back to you. His voice is soft yet weighted with composure and control, a deliberate whisper, âYou look so fucking pretty like this.âÂ
 With heated cheeks your gaze slid over your boyfriend, zeroing in where he trapped his palms between his thighs and his calves. He was restraining himself in order to obey Yunho. The sight combined with Yunhoâs words went straight to your core.Â
âMin,â Yunho purred, meeting his gaze that stayed steady on you, âCome here.âÂ
Mingi scrambled closer to the sofa and Yunho finally met the doe eyes that stared up at him with hope and submission, but he didnât react. He nodded his head down towards you, his voice steady, âKiss her, slowly. I want to see you two together.âÂ
It took Mingi all of a second to lift himself off the couch, to press a knee to the cushion, to hover over you like Yunho had a moment ago. He melts his lips with yours, your hands immediately finding his cheeks, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. So different from Yunho, messier, less control, but Mingi tasted like home. Safety and familiarity, a Sunday morning, a lifetime of love. He kept the kiss slow and deliberate, despite the need you could taste on his tongue, you couldnât hold back the soft moan you breathed into his mouth.Â
Mingi pulled away after one more delicate kiss, meeting Yunhoâs eyes expectantly, his eyes bright and waiting. Yunhoâs smile is pleased, âGood.âÂ
The two lean in simultaneously, their lips molding like they were made for it. You watched with parted lips and a chest that couldnât stop rising and falling, eyebrows knitting together in arousal. Fuck, they were so hot together, and the sound Mingi madeâ Somewhere between a breath and a whimper, God, youâd never forget it. A very pointed throb erupted at your center at the sight, at the sound, at the feeling it gave you deep in your gut.Â
Yunhoâs hands tighten in Mingiâs hair as Mingiâs hands fall to his hips, the two of them getting lost in the kiss, Mingi sinking into Yunhoâs touch. You breathed through it, wanting to moan, wanting to be in the middle.Â
Yunho broke away first, his lips a millimeter away from Mingiâs, his knuckles still white in your boyfriendâs onyx locks. His voice is quiet but strong enough to command an army, âBack on the floor, hands behind your back. Watch while I make her cum.âÂ
Mingi whimpers, his eyes sliding to you, dazed and just as lost as your own. He obeys nonetheless, cheeks flushed and chest heaving, his knees hitting the floor the only sound in the room.Â
Yunhoâs gaze returns to you, and you feel like heâs already stripped you bare with the way his eyes travel your body, landing at your center, where your knees had been spread from the beginning. He cracks a smile.Â
âColor?â He lifts his eyes to yours, eyebrows raised.Â
You loose a breath, âGreen.â
âGood,â he purrs, fingers ghosting up your thighs, landing at the elastic band around your hips. âLift up for me, baby. Wanna see.âÂ
You lift your hips as his fingers curl into your shorts, sliding them down your thighs, throwing them on the floor after they slip off your heels. A gasp leaves your throat as the air hits your center, as Yunho places his hands on your thighs, keeping you spread.Â
âSo pretty,â he shakes his head once, âPrettier than I imagined.âÂ
Your eyes slide to Mingi again and heâs sitting politely, hands behind his back, his eyes locked at the same place Yunhoâs areâ On you, splayed out on the couch in your living room for both of them to see.Â
You couldnât form an ounce of shame.Â
âSo fucking wet,â Yunho smiles, meeting your eye as his hands slide closer to your center. âJesus, baby. Wanted to be touched this badly?âÂ
Your response was a whimper, a silent beg, hips jerking into his touch. He spreads your folds and you gasp again at his touch, encouraging him to slide a finger up and down, spreading your slick to place his thumb on your clit, adding pressure.Â
âFuck,â you breathed, body curling forward at the stimulation. You didnât have to guess whether or not he knew what he was doing.Â
âWatch your mouth,â heâs quick to respond, rubbing tight circles on your clit, watching as your eyes roll back, how the curses die on your tongue.Â
You heave a heavy breath, eyes finally meeting his again, he keeps your stare as his fingers dip down, while he slips one inside with no warning. You cry out as he curls it at the knuckle, hitting the same spot Mingi hits with skilled precision, all while keeping his eyes on yours.Â
With a cheshire grin and a voice laced with amusement, he says, âToo easy.â
Mingi might have made a sound from the floor, but it fell on deaf ears as you kept your eyes on Yunho, his locked on yours. The two of you under a spell, he slips another finger in, bringing his other hand down to rub your clit again, moans and cries leaving your lips as you feel the familiar pressure pooling in your gut, begging to be released.Â
He was good. Too fucking good. The only other person to make you feel this good this quickly in your life was your boyfriend, sitting too sweetly next to you both on the floor. How he wasnât losing his mind, especially after last week, you werenât sure.Â
âThere you go,â Yunho nods, picking up his pace, his fingers fucking into you at a rhythm you knew all too well, âCum for me, baby. Show him.âÂ
You moaned in response, breaking out of the spell to slide your gaze to your boyfriend who finally looked back. You moaned out, âFeels so good, Min.âÂ
âShit, so hot,â Mingi curses under his breath, his eyes opening and closing slowly, his hands still behind his back. Lips still red and cheeks still flushed, he still looked a mess, nearly untouched. With blown pupils and a strain in his voice, he said, âShow me, wanna see you cum for him. Need to see it.â
As if his permission was the last thing you needed, your eyes met Yunhoâs as you came undone around his fingers, body curling in on itself, legs going stiff, all the blood in your body rushing to your ears. But it wasnât the stimulation that had you coming around his fingers, it was the combination of attention, how two pairs of eyes watched every move you made, how two men listened to each sound that left your lips.Â
âSo fucking tight,â Yunho hisses, âHow do you fit inside, Min?âÂ
âYouâll see,â was Mingiâs only response, his composure deteriorating each minute that passed.Â
You lay spread on the couch, chest heaving as Yunho slips his fingers out, popping them in his mouth. His eyebrows raise, bringing his attention to Mingi, âShe tastes good, too.âÂ
Mingi smiles the best he can, restraint still clear in his brows, âTell me about it.âÂ
Your cheeks burn as they talk about you like youâre not there, as if you didnât just orgasm on display for both of them to see, as if their attention isnât what made you cum. With a pout on your lips you bend your legs, pressing your knees together to block their view, hoping Yunho didnât see how the slight embarrassment made your center pulse.Â
âYou donât think Iâm done with you, do you?â Yunho asks after slipping his fingers out of his mouth with a pop, his palms landing on your knees.Â
You give a small shake of your head, âI hope not.âÂ
He tilts his head, âColor?âÂ
âGreen,â you answer too quickly, and he smiles, his hands falling from your knees.Â
âOkay,â he nods his chin in the direction of your hallway, âGo to your room.âÂ
You stand on shaky legs, socked feet and your fitted tee the only thing left on your body as you walk to your bedroom, hearing Yunho behind you, âYou too, Min.â
You hop on your bed, laying flat on your back, your mind already whirling. Yunho had never seen you before, never touched you before, not until tonight. Panic anchors you to the mattress at the thought, how this could change things, if Mingi would ever look at you the same.Â
Mingi enters before Yunho, and your neck twists to meet his eye, to read him.Â
His brows raise. You okay?Â
You smile. Yes, you?
He matches your grin, wide and excited, More than okay.Â
You almost donât catch Yunho following in behind him, his posture a display of strength in itself. You sit up on your elbows, eyebrows slightly raised, anticipation thick in the room, feeling hot despite the air conditioner whirling in the window.Â
âUndress her, Min,â Yunho sits right above your head, one arm holding him upright, âSlowly.âÂ
Mingi presses a knee to the bed, and thereâs nothing slow about the way he grabs you by your ankles to pull you toward him. You yelp as your butt hits the edge, eyes lifting to see your boyfriend breathless above you, eyes deep and crazed, deprived. His hands trace every inch of skin visible to him, from your ankles to slipping under the hem of your shirt, he couldnât stay still.Â
âSo soft,â he almost whines, âWant to touch you so fucking bad.âÂ
You smile, body arching into him, âTouch me.âÂ
âNo,â he shakes his head, fisting the cotton of your tee, âWanna feel you.âÂ
You couldn't hide the whiney sound you made as he pulled your shirt up, fingers ghosting over your chest, nipples peaked despite the heat in the room. His lips immediately land on yours the moment your shirt hits the floor, interrupted by a harsh smack of Yunhoâs teeth.Â
âDid I tell you to kiss her?â You keep your eyes on Mingi despite Yunhoâs voice coming from behind, your boyfriend glances up with nothing but frustration in his eyes. âYouâd think after already being punished once, youâd listen. I thought she was the brat?âÂ
You smile mischievously at Mingi who releases a heavy breath, slowly standing back up, keeping a knee pressed to the bed. His voice comes out sharp as he says, âIâm sorry.âÂ
âYou wanna be touched, too?â Yunhoâs voice has less of an edge to it, âCome here.âÂ
With only a blink in response your boyfriend crawls onto the bed, moving right past you to sit with his knees spread before him. You maneuver yourself to the side, up by the pillows to get a better view, watching as Yunho pulls Mingi toward him by his throat, how their lips crash together.Â
Mingi moans into itâ His body melts, hands falling to Yunhoâs thighs, leaning into him. Yunho keeps him steady, long fingers disappearing under Mingiâs tee, pulling it up toward his chest. Mingi breaks the kiss to pull it over his head by the collar, quickly reattaching their lips with his hands tugging on Yunho's shirt with silent question.Â
Theyâre all lips and tongue, a mess of heat and passion, and youâre in awe as you watch Mingi slip Yunhoâs shirt off his frame, how Yunho was clearly the one controlling Mingiâs movements, how Mingi had no idea. The two of them looked like they had been waiting for this, it was like taking the lid off a soda bottle that had been shaken, an explosion of action and release.Â
You kept your knees pressed together, every bone in your body urging you to press a hand between your thighs, the other to your bare chest. Yunhoâs fingers tucked into Mingiâs waistband, Mingiâs hands sliding up his chest, landing on his shoulders as they moved together, a dance you didnât know if you could have ever prepared yourself for. This was more intense than it was a week ago, than it was earlier, this was different.Â
Yunho pulls away from Mingi harshly, âColor?â
âGreen,â he basically cries, chasing Yunhoâs lips.
âTake them off,â Yunhoâs voice cuts through the bubble they created, his thumbs curled around the waistband of Mingiâs shorts, tugging them down as Mingi lifts himself up on his knees. After slipping them off his feet heâs left in his briefs, staring up at Yunho with doe eyes and Yunho smiles.Â
He mumbles, âCute.â
Mingiâs bottom lip pokes out, his voice breathy, coated in shame, âTouch me. Please.âÂ
Yunhoâs eyes slide to you, curled up on yourself at the top of the bed, âDo you think he deserves it?âÂ
Your eyes widen at the question, sneaking your gaze to Mingi who looked like he might die if his cock wasnât touched within thirty seconds. The dominant side of you wanted to say no, but the part of you that yearned to see Yunhoâs hands on him replied, âYes.â
Yunho hums, âYouâre lucky your girlfriend is so sweet.âÂ
His hand slides between Mingiâs legs, cupping his length over his briefs, and Mingiâs moan is so fucking guttural you arenât sure if youâve ever heard him make that sound before. Your lips part at the sight, at the sound, at how your cunt was beginning to throb between your legs, begging for stimulation.Â
Yunho slowly presses Mingi back against the mattress, crawling on top of him, lips pressed to his and hand stroking him over his briefs. You sit up a little straighter, watching as Mingiâs eyes fly to the back of his head, how his hips jerk into Yunhoâs hand. You finally let your gaze sweep over him, drinking up each bit of pearly skin exposed to you, jealousy pooling in your gut that Mingi got to touch him.Â
You wanted to jump in, you wanted their hands on you, you wanted to be involved as much as you enjoyed watching them, loved hearing the song Mingi was creating with the noises that left his lips.Â
As if he heard your thoughts, Yunho pulled away by an inch, âDonât you think the princess deserves to be touched too, Min?âÂ
Mingiâs head lolled to the side, finally meeting your eye, letting you get a good look at how fucking wrecked he was. Yunho continues, âSheâs been so good, sitting over there patiently while you get rewarded for being a fucking slut.âÂ
Mingiâs eyebrows twist together, a whimper leaving his lips as Yunho grips his cock with force. Mingiâs voice is rough, raw as he whimpers out, ââm sorry.âÂ
âNo youâre not,â he sits back on Mingiâs thighs, âI donât think you deserve anything yet.âÂ
Mingiâs eyes nearly shoot from his head as he sits up on his elbows, voice desperate and whiny, âIâll be goodâ Iâll do whatever you want, pleaseââ
Yunho shakes his head, âShe knows how to behave, you donât.â He crawls off Mingiâs lap, sitting next to you at the top of the bed, âThink you should reward her for being so good, maybe then Iâll let you fuck her.âÂ
âCome here baby,â he says sweetly, putting his arm out for you to crawl into his lap, where he gave you a sweet kiss before turning you around to face your boyfriend, your back against his chest. With each new movement, new position, your mind is thrown for a loop how different he feels from Mingi. With Mingi, it wouldnât cross your mind to cringe at your sweaty back against his chest, but Yunho? Itâs a steady reminder of what you were doing, where you were, who was with you.Â
 He pulls the hair off your face, kissing the top of your head as Mingi crawls before the both of you, cheeks flushed, ears tipped red. You donât think heâs ever been pushed this far before. Â
âMake her cum,â Yunho says simply, âShow me, then maybe itâll be your turn.âÂ
Mingi obeys, slotting himself between your thighs on his stomach, hooking his arms around your legs. You realize then that Yunho has no idea how quickly Mingi can pull you to release, heâs never seen him cum in his pants just from eating you out, it isnât much of a punishment at all.Â
âSlow,â Yunho commands from behind you just as Mingiâs tongue meets your folds, your hands immediately clawing at his thighs, head colliding with his strong chest.Â
Mingi slowly licks up and down your slit, eyes staring up at you with desperation and love swimming in the deep brown of his gaze, lips pressing a kiss to your clit. You jerk into him, a hand flying to grab at his locks, but Yunho grabs it before you can make contact.Â
He kisses the top of your head again, âDonât touch.âÂ
You release a staggered breath, laying your rigid hands on Yunhoâs thighs on either side of you, letting your hips roll into your boyfriendâs mouth. He continues, painfully slow, as if he was trying to burn the taste to memory. Yunhoâs hands slide from your shoulders down to your chest, cupping your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You gasp a moan, hips bucking into your boyfriend, body squirming between the two men.Â
âEasy, baby,â Yunho says into your ear, his breath adding stimulation, âFocus. Want you to cum just like this.âÂ
Your eyes squeeze shut as Mingiâs lips swirl around your clit, tongue dragging down to your entrance, prodding inside slightly. Simultaneously, Yunhoâs fingers pinch at your nipples harshly, making you cry out, fingernails drawing crescents into his thighs. The pain and pleasure mix together, waking up the pit in your gut, pressure building at the base of your stomach.Â
Your voice comes out just above a whisper, âFeels so good, please donât stop.â
âYou hear that, Min?â Yunho asks, âShe loves your mouth, baby. Look at how sheâs falling apart for you.âÂ
Mingi glances up to see your eyebrows twisted together, lips parted, back arched, nails clawing into his best friendâs skin. His hips rut against the bed at the sight, eyes fluttering shut as he gets lost in your taste, lips swirling around your clit, but he doesnât speed up.Â
âMake her cum, Min. Go ahead.âÂ
Mingiâs arm unwraps from your leg, slipping two fingers inside, curling upward so perfectly a muffled curse flies from your lips, back arching off of Yunhoâs chest. He keeps you caged in with just his forearms, fingers still rolling your nipples between them, adding pressure when Mingi creates a rhythm with his fingers.Â
It doesnât take long, four thrusts of Mingiâs fingers inside you, lips wrapped around your clit, your nipples between Yunhoâs fingers, your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave. Your blood pounded against your skin as you thrashed between them, head hanging forward, repeating nonsense you werenât sure anyone in the room could decipher.Â
Yunho kept you close, whispering praise into your ears, his hands dancing across every inch of bare skin, âIâve got you, baby, there you go. Cum for me. Doing so good.âÂ
It seemed like a millennia before you came down, chest heaving, knees wrapping around Mingiâs head before he finally let up between your thighs. Yunho shifted behind you, hard cock pressed against your back, but he seemed unaffected as he planted a short kiss to the side of your head.Â
âGood job, Min. Come here.âÂ
Mingi lifts himself up to his knees, leaning forward to press a kiss to Yunhoâs lips over your head. Yunho places his hand on Mingiâs chest, âYou can fuck her.âÂ
Mingi blinks at Yunho, âBut you havenâtââÂ
âFuck her,â Yunho repeats himself, âIâll take her after.âÂ
Yunho doesnât move, he keeps you between his thighs as you twitch from overstimulation, processing what he just said. Youâve finished twice already, you were going to fuck your boyfriend, and then Yunho? You wondered if Mingi had talked up your insatiability to his best friend.Â
Mingi wastes no time, he peels his briefs down his legs in record speed, slotting himself between your thighs, a sweaty hand on one of your shins. The other is wrapped around his cock, beads of precum dripping from his hot red tip down his shaft, exposing how much he needed this.Â
âFuck,â he huffs out as he slides his length up your folds, making your hips twitch, a hiss leaving your mouth at the overstimulation.Â
âInside,â you mumble, hands lifting from Yunhoâs thighs to reach for your boyfriend, landing on his shoulders to pull him closer. You both moan as he sheathes himself inside in one quick movement, keeping himself there as he licks into your mouth, his hands flying to Yunhoâs knees for leverage.Â
âMove,â Yunho cuts in from behind you, massive palms still on your waist, a reminder that he was still the one controlling the situation.Â
ââm gonna cum if I move,â he mumbles into your lips and you involuntarily clench around him at his open desperation, how easily he admitted it.Â
He moans, barely registering that Yunhoâs hand had slipped from your waist to cover his cheek, pulling him away from your face and closer to his own. âMove,â Yunho repeats again, harsher this time, and Mingi immediately closes the distance.Â
Kissing Yunho and sloppily fucking into you, you stare up in awe as the reality of your situation hits you. Your hand slides down to your clit as if on command, mewls leaving your lips as you watch them, as Mingi relentlessly humps into you with no real rhythm. His mind was elsewhere, surely fuzzy, struggling to keep up with having both of you beneath him.Â
Your breath hitches in your throat, grabbing Yunhoâs attention, and his hand is on yours in an instant, ripping your hand away from your cunt.Â
âI knew there was a brat in there,â he spits, âSo greedy.âÂ
You whimper as his hand finds your jaw, forcing you to look up at him where he connects your lips, all tongue and teeth, trying to keep you steady as Mingi fucks into you harder. Youâre crying into Yunhoâs mouth now, one hand swallowed in his, the other still on his thigh.Â
âIâm gonna cum,â Mingi cries, âYou are so fucking hot, oh my god.âÂ
Yunho barely breaks the kiss, âAsk me first.â
A wheeze leaves your boyfriendâs throat, of disbelief and being pushed so close to the edge. âYunho, please. Please let me cum, please pleaseââ
âNot yet,â Yunho lets go of your hand, letting it fall to your clit, drawing quick, dizzying circles.Â
Your eyes fall back while the pit returns to your stomach as if it never left, âShit, Yunho, fuck, youâre gonna make me cum tooââÂ
âNo patience,â he hisses, âNo structure, you don't know how to earn what you want.â
You and Mingi are heaving, pleas leaving your lips one after another, both of you a mess of jumbled words and audible breathing. You miss how Yunho smiles, you could see how much he enjoyed this from his face alone, having you both a mess between him. He loved to break his partners apart, and to then put them back together all in the same session, you and Mingi were perfect for him.Â
âOkay,â Yunho drawls out slowly just as you begin to tip over the edge, âCum for me.âÂ
The sounds in the room were deafening, yours and Mingiâs cries bleeding together like an orchestra, peeling at the edges of Yunhoâs restraint. He takes deep breaths as you and Mingi curl into each other, as Mingi fills you up, as you clench around his cock. He can see all of it, he can feel it in the way you go stiff in his hold, as Mingi presses his forehead to yours, hips stilling inside you.Â
Yunho lets you come down for a moment, lets Mingi pull out and fall to the mattress before heâs tipping your jaw upward, âColor?âÂ
You blink at him for a second, voice coming out tired, âGreen.âÂ
Yunho pauses, eyes searching for something in yours, before scrunching his lips ever so slightly. âYouâre gonna ride me,â he keeps his eyes on yours, âNeed you to pay attention, eyes open. Can you do that for me?â
You nod, and he presses into your jaw a little harder. You sputter, âY-Yes, I can do that. Yes.âÂ
He pauses, and then his hands are on you again. He flips you over in a quick motion, placing you on your knees on his lap so he can pull his pants and briefs down his legs, kicking them off to the side. Your eyes widen as his cock slaps against his stomach, hard and red, leaking just like Mingiâs was minutes ago.Â
Thinner than Mingiâs but slightly longer, your heart dropped for a moment. It took you months to be able to take Mingi with minimal prep, to take Mingi and then take someone bigger than him? You suck in a harsh breath.Â
âYou can do it, baby,â Yunho nods, âIâve got you the whole time. Weâll take it slow.âÂ
Your eyes find his and they read nothing but determination, yet there was a softness at the edges, a flicker of light that told you heâd catch you if you fell. The second of locked eyes relights the fire in your belly, and he can see it all over you, how your back straightens, as you pull your hair to one side in focus. You can do it, and you would. Head feeling clearer, you inch forward, planting your thighs on either side of his.Â
âThere you go,â he encourages, warm hands sliding from your hips to your waist as you reach down to grab his length, lining it up with your center, âLet me feel that pussy around my cock.âÂ
Youâre moaning before heâs even inside you, his words going straight to your head. You sink down on him slowly, tasting the slight stretch on your tongue, gaping at Yunho who finally cracked.Â
Eyebrows twisted, lips parted, fingers gripping your waist harshly, you would smile proudly if you could, knowing you were the one giving him pleasure now. You sit there for a second, marveling at how deep he reached inside you, hands perched on his shoulders like you belonged there.Â
âSo deep,â was all you could muster, face inches from Yunhoâs, breathing in his air. With the feeling of his soft skin under your palms combining with how he felt inside you, you knew you wouldnât last long. You feared you might not even get your fill.Â
âTaking it so good already,â his head hit the headboard, throat on display, demeanor changing entirely, âKnew you would, I can see it all over you.âÂ
You lift yourself slowly, pressing your chest to his as you start at a slow, agonizing pace. The drag of his length inside your walls had your eyes squeezing shut, fingers pressing into his shoulders, toes curling beside his thighs. You swore you could feel each vein, the curve of his cock working perfectly in your favor, your mind went blank at the feeling.
âFeels good?â He asks, bringing a hand to your jaw, forcing your eyes on his. You nodded in his grip, and a smile took over his face, the smile he looked at Mingi with earlier, one that told you were in trouble. His voice comes out sharp as he says, âI can see it in your eyes, I know very well what a cockslut looks like.â
 Your whimper is completely involuntary as his hands slip back down, your head lolling forward at his words. He grips your waist, picking up the pace despite the noises ripping from your throat, âPretended to be good tonight, I know what you are.âÂ
His words hit your gut like a slap to the face and your lips curled upward lazily, words slurring, âWhatâs that?âÂ
âA whore,â he spits, eyes deep as night, the same hand traveling back up to your throat to pull you closer to his face, âI can feel you clenching around my cock, what my words are doing to you. You were made to take cock, werenât you? Mine, Mingiâs, youâd take us at the same time if we asked, wouldnât you?â
You moan as his fingers grip either side of your throat, squeezing. You mumble out a breathy, soft, âYes.âÂ
He snickers as your hips pick up on their own, ignoring the burn in your thighs, addicted to how close he was to kissing your cervix, how the head of his cock massaged your walls. He pulls you even closer to him by your throat, his head cast over your shoulder, âCome here, Min. Give her what she wants.âÂ
You couldnât see him behind you, but you felt his back press up against you as Yunho fucks up into you. Electricity surged through your veins the moment your skin made contact, âMin, he feels so fucking good.âÂ
âYeah?â Your boyfriend says in your ear, his hands ghosting over your waist, fingers tickling your skin. âYou look so fucking sexy riding him, baby.â
As Mingi speaks, Yunho presses into the sides of your throat, the praise, degradation, loss of air all mixing together, waking up the pit in your belly, your eyes falling shut in pleasure.Â
âEyes open,â Yunhoâs words cut through the fog in your head, your eyes opening again on command, hands flying behind you to claw at Mingiâs thighs.Â
His hands find your hips, Mingiâs hands laying on top, the two of them bouncing you on his length together, it was too overwhelming to stay clear. Blinking, hazy, you let your head fall backward, landing on Mingiâs chest.Â
âFeels so good,â you breathe out, voice hoarse, âI canât, I canât.â
âYes you can,â Yunho answers, his voice rougher now, you could hear the pleasure flowing through him, how close he was getting.Â
Heâs fucking up into you more than youâre riding him now, his pace brutal, the tip of him sliding against that spongy spot in your walls with every thrust. It was more than pleasure, how quickly release built up inside you, from his words and his hands and your boyfriend all over you, it was borderline too much.Â
Mingi steals your lips, muffling your cries, one of his hands holding your cheek up as the other dips down between your legs, working his fingers in tight circles around your clit.Â
âYes, thatâs it,â Yunho huffs, âGreedy pussy wants to cum around another cock.âÂ
Your hips bend at the stimulation, his words, body lurching forward as each syllable adds more pressure in your gut, your orgasm on your tongue. Your weight was fully in Mingiâs hands to hold you up, in Yunhoâs to keep you riding his cock, you didnât have control over one bone, one muscle, and God did it feel so fucking good.Â
âYunho, please,â you cry, pulling yourself away from your boyfriendâs lips, âCan I cum?âÂ
âLook at that,â Yunho cooes in response, âShe remembered to ask for permission.âÂ
You didnât know what sounds were leaving you, so close you could fucking taste it, pressure pounding in your ears. Your pleas come out under your breath, as if you didnât have the strength to summon your voice anymore.Â
Yunho doesnât answer, you could only hear his staggered breathing as he fucked into you faster, his hips stuttering, fingers holding onto your waist with a death grip. Mingi kept the pace on your clit, his own voice taut as he said, âCum inside her.âÂ
âYes yes yes,â your voice returned, eyelids low as you looked at Yunho, still teetering on the edge, âInside, please, fill me up.âÂ
Yunhoâs eyebrows were in his hairline, the only depiction of him losing his composure as he stared back at the two of you, his voice shallow, âYeah?âÂ
âPlease!â You squealed as your eyes screwed shut, bottom lip sliding between your teeth as if thatâd delay your orgasm any further.
âCum,â Yunho ordered, his voice sharp but tight, as if his release would follow a moment later. Mingi couldnât catch you as your body folded completely, the pressure finally blowing, a force ripping through you entirely.Â
Yunhoâs groan could have had you cumming again if you werenât slumped over his shoulder, Mingiâs hand stuck between your bodies as Yunho chased his own orgasm, hips bucking wildly into you before they stuttered, warmth filling you immediately, a moan tumbling out of his lips.Â
It felt like an eternity before anyone moved. Mingi eventually took his hand back from between your bodies, slumping on the bed beside you, his eyes half open.Â
Yunhoâs hands started traveling up your back, only using his fingertips to trace shapes along your skin, drawing on your spine to keep you conscious.Â
The room stayed silent for a while, only the sound of breathing and the air conditioner filling the space, you needed the time to breathe. To feel, to process, to fully come down, to put the pieces together that you had just fucked Jeong Yunho and he came inside you. At your boyfriendâs command. At your agreement.Â
The air still felt warm, the body wrapped around you even warmer. A smile crept onto your lips at the realization of what just happened, how much you enjoyed it, how much you already wanted more. Maybe insatiable wasnât the word anymore, maybe it really was greed, but the way the word rolled off Yunhoâs tongue made it sound like a compliment.Â
âWhat are you feeling?â His voice made you jump, a short hiss leaving his lips, and you realized he was still inside you.
âShit, hold on,â you mumbled as you slowly peeled yourself off of him, sitting back on your hips, hands on his shoulders to lift yourself off of his cock.Â
You both breathed through the loss, but he pulled you back into him as soon as his cock fell limp against his pelvis. You reached for Mingi as you searched for words in your headâ How did you feel?Â
âFull,â you responded as you found your boyfriendâs arm, pulling him towards you, needing his warmth, too.Â
Yunho hummed beneath you, âAny discomfort?âÂ
Mingi snuggled up to Yunhoâs side, his face showing no signs of regret or discontent, he looked blissed out, exhausted. You smiled at the sight.Â
You shook your head against Yunhoâs chest, reveling in how his chest pressed against your cheek, âFeel good.âÂ
âGood,â Yunhoâs fingertips fell to your back again, dancing along your skin, âDo you want to wash up? Lay here for a while?âÂ
You moan your disagreement, âJust a few more minutes.âÂ
âMingi?â He asked, one of his hands falling to your boyfriendâs hair, and one of his eyes peel open. âDo you need anything? Water?â
Mingi lets his eye close again, eyebrows raised to show he was listening, âJust wanna lay here.âÂ
You could feel Yunho smile into your hair as you stare at your half conscious boyfriend, and the warmth flooding every ounce of your blood couldnât just be from the fact that you all just had sex. The feeling of comfort consumed you head to toe, like you were right where you were supposed to be.Â
Yunhoâs hand paused against your skin and you could hear the churning in his mind, the words on his tongue. You hummed as if to say Whatâs up?
âIâve never slept with a couple before,â he admits freely, âIâve wanted to, like this, for a long time, but never had the chance.âÂ
You look up at him and thereâs nothing but fondness in his eyes. He smiles, and itâs devoid of every nasty thing that left his mouth minutes ago, âIâm happy it was you guys, Iâm happy you trust me. I know you donât let people in when it comes to your relationship.âÂ
âItâs not that we donât let people in, we both agree that our friend group doesnât need to know our every move,â you explain, an unspoken pact the two of you made when you overheard Sana talking about Jihyo and Jongoâs relationship. âYouâre different, though. You share a lot with us and we spend a lot of time together, of course we trust you.â
He pauses again like heâs still searching for something he canât find, âAfter we clean up and stuff, I wanna talk, I wanna know how you feel. Mingi, too.âÂ
âI think Mingi needs another ten minutes before he can use his head,â you smile as you slide your gaze to look over your boyfriend again, still curled up on Yunhoâs side with his eyes softly shut, probably fast asleep by now. You bring your attention back to Yunho, âI meant it when I said I feel good, Yun.âÂ
âIt wasnât too much?âÂ
âNot at all,â you shake your head, âThereâs still more I want to explore.âÂ
He smiles all teeth like relief just flushed through his veins, âI still have more to show you.âÂ
âI donât think you even covered all the bases to begin with,â you pull back, raising your brows, amusement in your tone. âYou have plenty to show us, and I donât think either of us are done with you yet.âÂ
âNo,â Mingi grumbles from beside you, his eyes not opening, body not even moving an inch, âWeâre doing that again.âÂ
Sleep hadnât quite left you when Yunho pulled his arm from under your waist, you could feel the apprehension in his movement, no matter how smooth and slow he tried to be, a loss of warmth that massive had your eyes peeling back, head turning around in question.Â
âSorry,â he mumbled, voice high and breathy, you could have sworn he was still asleep. âI didnât mean to wake you.âÂ
You sucked in a breath of consciousness, âAre you leaving?âÂ
He slides off the bed in one quick motion, sweatpants hanging loose on his hips, his shirt still on your bedroom floor somewhere. âI have to meet my mom,â his eyes were glued to the hardwood beneath his feet, searching, you assumed. âI didnât really plan to stay over.âÂ
âOh,â you respond, flipping over now, an elbow pressed to the mattress, supporting your weight. A yawn rips through your chest, your other arm stretching above you, âWhat time is it?âÂ
âEight? Maybe a little after,â his voice is still coated in exhaustion as he slips the tee over his head, eyes still searching the floor for whatever else heâd left scattered amongst your clothes. âWeâre getting breakfast.â
âThatâs nice,â youâre blinking, body still slowed with sleep, the ache in your bones just beginning to sink in. âWell, have a good time. Mingi and I say hello.âÂ
Yunho pauses with one sock on one foot, a grin just barely present, âThanks, Iâll make sure to tell her.âÂ
You smile, eyes half lidded as he gets his other sock on, stumbling with lack of balance. It didnât quite sink in yet after a few hours of sleep and an abrupt awakening, what Yunho was leaving after, what you had done. It felt like another movie night, too many drinks, Yunho leaving early after knocking out on your couch.Â
âWell,â he breathed, clothed and nearing complete consciousness, âIâll call you guys later.âÂ
You nod, âOkay, weâll be here.â
He was at the other end of your hallway within seconds.Â
You sank into your bed once more, turning to attach yourself to your boyfriend, one leg hurled over his waist, an arm over his chest. You nuzzled into his warmth, cheek on his shoulder, eyes closed, body still somewhere between awake and asleep.Â
Mingi groans, his head turning, hands clasping over your arm that laid over his chest. His voice a soft growl, deep and grumbled with slumber, âYunho leave?âÂ
You hummed, âJust left.âÂ
âI didnât get to say bye,â you could see his pout without opening your eyes, âHe snuck out.âÂ
âHeâs meeting his mom for breakfast.âÂ
âAh,â he yawns, arms stretching out to cage you in, pulling you closer into his chest. âHow do you feel?âÂ
You sink your forehead into his neck, cheek pressed to his chest, arms curled into yourself, âGood, I guess, I just woke up, I donât know.âÂ
âDoes anything hurt?â He presses his lips to your hair in a quick kiss, âSore?âÂ
âKinda,â your voice is muffled by his skin, âBarely. What about you?âÂ
âI feel great,â you could feel him smile into your hair, a wide grin of full lips and lopsided teeth, your favorite.Â
You giggle into his chest, then peel your head away to get a look at his face, beautiful and yours. âIâm sure you do, baby.â
His brows furrow, âYou donât?âÂ
You shake your head against his bicep, âOf course I do, last night was incredible.âÂ
âIt really was,â a relieved breath leaves his lips, âI canât believe we did that.âÂ
âWith Yunho, of all people,â you agree, âIâm really glad we did it, though. With him.âÂ
Mingi leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips and you immediately cup one of his cheeks with your palm, keeping him there, wanting to kiss him longer. He follows your lead, soft, plump lips swallowing yours between his, no intent behind it, just kissing because you love it. Love him.Â
âI love you,â you slip your thoughts into his mouth, âYouâre so perfect.âÂ
He smiles against your lips, âI love you too, baby. You canât be serious about having sex, if thatâs where this is headingâŠâÂ
You laugh straight from your chest, arms swinging around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. âNo, silly, I just wanna kiss you âcuz I love you.âÂ
He cooes, one of his arms sliding down to your thigh wrapped around his torso, holding it tighter against him, âIâm so lucky.âÂ
âWeâre so lucky,â you correct him, âWe have each other, and now we have Yunho when neither of us feels like topping. Kinda cool.âÂ
âYou say that like heâll be at our beck and call.âÂ
âHe might be,â you shrug, arms still wrapped around his shoulders, âI think he had fun. Especially with you.âÂ
Mingiâs lips pressed together, cheeks flushing on command, âHe knew exactly how to toy with me, he was pushing every button he could find.â
âI think you two kissing is burned into my memory for life,â you let go of his shoulders, body turning to lay in your back, eyes closed in bliss, a warm smile on your cheeks.Â
He lets his upper body stretch over you, face inches from yours, âHow about how fast he made you cum that first time? Iâve never seen you fall apart so quickly.âÂ
Your eyes shoot open, âWhat do you mean youâve ânever seenâ it? You make me cum that fast, like, on a daily basis.âÂ
Mingiâs forehead drops to your bare chest with a giggle passing through his lips, âMaybe I wasnât expecting him to be that good. With you, I mean. Took me a minute to figure you out.âÂ
âHeâs probably slept with more people than us combined,â your hands find his hair, mindlessly running your fingers through onyx locks that shoot up every which way, âHe was just as good with you, he pushed you more than I ever have, for sure. You made sounds Iâve never heard you make before.âÂ
Mingi groans, cheek falling flat against your sternum, eyes fluttering shut, âWe agree that heâs coming back, right?âÂ
âWe agreed last night, I think,â you let your eyes close again, basking in Mingiâs warmth against you, letting your body appreciate the comfort of your mattress.Â
âHeâs not gonna take that for what it was,â Mingi mumbles, âHe wants us all clear-headed and shit.âÂ
 A huff of amusement passes through your lips, âHe covers all his bases, I like it. Makes me feel safe.âÂ
âMe too,â Mingi pauses, hands resting on your waist. âHow soon is too soon?âÂ
âOh no,â you tease, voicing the dramatic effect, âYouâre turning into me.âÂ
âI think you could hold the world record for your insatiability. Is that a word?âÂ
âI think itâs a word.âÂ
âWell, your sex drive is otherworldly.âÂ
âIs that a word?âÂ
âYou get the point.âÂ
The morning air always felt more crisp in townâ the bite of night shedding from the sky, the sunâs warmth crackling through by the minute, when daytime hadnât fully thawed yet. It felt entirely different than the sunrise you wake up to before work, harsh and freezing, begging you to sink into your sheets and succumb to slumber once more. Hand in hand with Mingi, you strolled through the farmerâs market just outside of your neighborhood, picking up produce for the week, something you didnât do often enough.Â
You loved it here. Talking with shop owners, haggling for a good price, feeling the sunshine on your skin, spending quality time with Mingi that wasnât in the bedroom or on your couch. Tents beaming blues and reds cascaded off of sun rays, chatter in the air, distant music from a few stops back, you and Mingi weaved through people as you walked down the busy street, two full bags already in his hand.Â
It was never just fruits and veggies.Â
There was a cute shop selling jewelry, you had to pick up the necklace with the intricate opal pendant. Another shop selling decor for your kitchen, the custom made stained oak cutting board was yours. Mingi happened to pause at the right time before a shop with boards littered with keychains, pendants and buttons, he ended up purchasing a bundle of all three.Â
You hadnât even reached the produce section yet and you were coming close to your budget, but with the wind in your hair and your boyfriendâs palm pressed to yours, you didnât care.Â
âWhat do we need again?â Mingi half turned to you, stray hairs swept across his cheeks, dainty frames on the bridge of his nose. Edible even in his most comfortable clothing, he looked stunning, cozy for the brisk summer morning.Â
âBerries, peaches, tomatoes, zucchini,â you counted on the fingers of your free hand, âOh shit, donât let me forget eggplant. I wanna try a new recipe this week.âÂ
He let your linked fingers guide him, head flying toward a tent and letting his vision linger as you strolled past, âWe canât get any more trinkets, right?âÂ
You tilt your head, coming to a pause, âWe donât need peaches that bad.âÂ
He turns to you, eyebrows raised, excitement written on his cheeks, âThey have rings over there.âÂ
âThatâs fair,â you nod, âThey didnât have any you liked at the other place. Letâs go.âÂ
Weaving through the oncoming traffic of people, Mingi guided you into the small tent, black velvet boards holding golds and silvers covered the space of three long tables, a shop solely for rings. Oh, you think Mingi might faint.Â
Your grin stretches wide as his eyes bounce back and forth between tables, unsure of where to start first, a kid in a candy shop.Â
You nod toward the owner who sat in a lawn chair behind the center table, âGood morning.âÂ
âGood morning,â she smiles, an older woman in denim jeans and a muted pink blouse, gray hair curling around the frame of her cheeks. âAll rings are buy three, get two free.âÂ
You and Mingi lock eyes, both repeating, âFive.âÂ
Perfectly timed giggles from your lips followed after, thinking the same thing, it seemed five really was a lucky number for you. You searched the table opposite of Mingi, eyes catching on dainty metals with gems encased in glittering stones, fingers reaching out to touch the hand-carved bands with suns, moons and stars.Â
You picked one up, twisting it between your fingers, slipping it onto your ring finger. Beautiful and mind-blowingly intricate, you think your eyes might be sparkling as much as the silver catching on the gleam of sunlight passing through the tent. It was beautiful.Â
âOh,â a familiar voice rips you out of your trance, shoulders sitting back in their sockets, back straightening in surprise. âHey guys.âÂ
You whip around to face him, lips parted in shock and heâs already smiling, his arm bent out in front of him to wave a hand. Your world slips from beneath your feet.Â
It was like you were seeing him for the first time all over again. The sun encasing him in a whirl of golden, his hair was different now, the blue of his blue-black electric, feathered and poking from beneath his ears. Dressed in loose linen, a tote bag hanging from his shoulder, he was summer incarnate, chest peeking through the buttons, you blinked rapidly, one thought on repeat in your mind.Â
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.Â
Mingiâs already dapping him up, his voice loud in greeting, hand clasping around his back. You havenât seen him since that night, being just days ago, you didnât think about what it would feel like. How your body would react. Nothing could have prepared you to feel like this.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask with a smile you slapped on your cheeks, surprise in your tone, moving forward once Mingi pulled you away.Â
Yunho pulls you into a short hug, his scent immediately slipping into your nose, your skin, your bones. His arm was hot as it wrapped around you, a sheen of light sweat clinging to his visible forehead, his cheekbones, his hair swept back.Â
âPicking up a few things,â he lifts the tote bag on his shoulder, âYou too?âÂ
You nod, âYou changed your hair.âÂ
One of his hands immediately flies to his head, pale fingers swimming through locks, âIt was too light, too much maintenance. This is easier.âÂ
âI like it,â youâre positive youâre flushed, body warm, fingers mindlessly playing with the ring youâd picked up before the earth cracked open.Â
âYou busy?â Mingi asked, âWe have more shopping to do, maybe you can keep us from buying things we did not come here for.âÂ
Yunho laughs, a small chuckle rolling off his tongue, deep and sultry and God what is going on in your chest?Â
âI have time,â he steps further into the tent, observing the rings on display, eyes landing on the one between your fingers. He puts his palm out and you place the silver band in the center, âIs this one of the things you didnât come here for?âÂ
The corner of your lips lift in a smile, heartbeat picking up in your chest, âUnfortunately. Pretty though, right?âÂ
âVery,â he nods, placing the ring back in your palm after taking in every detail, eyes meeting yours. âYou should get it.âÂ
Youâre manually breathing now, sucking deep breaths down to the base of your ribs as you tear your gaze from his, turning around to face the rings again, body on fire as if you were basking in afternoon sun. âIf Mingi doesnât pick out five, maybe. Theyâre buy three get two free.âÂ
âHeâs gonna pick out five,â amusement is laced in his words, his voice gets quieter as he walks toward your boyfriend, âLooks like he has about ten already picked out.âÂ
âIâm gonna narrow it down!â Mingi defends himself as you tuck the band between the velvet rolls again, âProcess of elimination.âÂ
You turn on your heel, coming up to the opposite side of where Yunho stood next to Mingi, the two of you flanking him, looking over his shoulders. Several silver circles laid in his cupped palm, some intricate, all so very him. Skulls, pendants and simple ones he has five of at home, your lips curled at his taste, his consistency. So predictable it was endearing.Â
âYou have a million of these,â Yunho reads your mind, his pointer finger twirling in the sea of silver, picking up a basic band. âGet something you donât already have.âÂ
Mingi pouts. âItâs engraved on the inside.âÂ
âNo one will see that.âÂ
âIâll know itâs there!âÂ
Your giggle runs flat while they bicker, shaking your head as you peel away from them, walking up to another table, eyes laying over the jewelry on display but not seeing any of it. You werenât just looking at Yunho anymore, Mingiâs best friend, your good friend of years. You were looking at Jeong Yunho, the man whoâs filled you up, said nasty words in your ear, had his palm wrapped around your throat.Â
You release a heavy breath, blinking at nothing, fingers curling at the pockets of your pants. These feelings had to be stemming from the rush of that night, you were definitely still riding the high, there is no other plausible reason for there to be a pit this damning in your gut. Thereâs no other reason for you to be picturing him beneath you, his heavy palms on your hips rocking you along his length, a half-smile playing on his spit-glazed lips.Â
It was purely attraction. Just because you had sex.Â
If you could use more than a singular brain cell, you might have been able to notice Yunho toeing on the same line you were. Granted, heâs a lot better at hiding it.Â
Two hands held onto the strap of his tote directly in front of him, body still leaned in over Mingiâs shoulder, wishing he could prop his chin on the muscle as Mingi figured out which rings he was buying.Â
âI like that one,â Yunho nodded at the chunky silver ring with the skull engraved in the center, âGet that one.âÂ
âBut do we like this one,â Mingi held up the skull, and then held up another ring with a vintage gothic cross design, âMore than this one?âÂ
Yunho hummed, his head tilting to the side, chin centimeters from brushing Mingiâs shoulder, âYouâre right. Get the cross.âÂ
Mingi smiles, an excited noise falling from his lips, and Yunho can feel the pit of warmth pooling in his stomach as the noise graces his ears. He reveals nothing on his face, not as Mingi takes two steps toward the owner of the shop, not as you lay your head on his bicep with a smile full of love as he pays.Â
He was really barking up the wrong tree this time.Â
You two are perfect together, Yunho knows that down to his soul, heâs seen your happiest moments, your nastiest arguments. Where Mingi is reserved, youâre stepping forward to give him the space to hide, where Mingi is loud and obnoxious youâre the anchor grounding him back down to earth. Yunho knows this, heâs seen it in action, heâs picked apart every subtle movement of body language for years now whether it was on purpose or involuntarily.Â
Maybe he shouldnât sleep with you guys again. Maybe he should leave it for what it was.Â
He feels like a deer caught in headlights as you both turn around with satisfied, content grins on your cheeks. Happiness radiates off of the two of you, Mingi because of his new rings, you because he purchased something he loves.Â
Epitome of perfection. He shakes it off. Definitely not sleeping together again.Â
âWe should probably actually get the produce we came here for,â you say, voice light and airy as you meet where Yunho stands, urging him to walk alongside you.Â
He falls into step, the mask already on, a facade heâs practiced for a decade. He doesnât show an inkling of true emotion, instead he smirks, a side of his lips lifting, âI already failed at keeping you on track.âÂ
Mingiâs hand rests on Yunhoâs shoulder and his skin burns beneath his palm, âI fear nothing could have come between me and those rings. Not your fault.âÂ
Yunho chuckles as the three of you weave your way through the crowd. Yunho had finished his shopping ages ago, he hadnât come here for anything specific, just random shopping on a Wednesday morning. On his way out is when he saw you two huddled up in the tent, and he couldnât control his feet as they pulled him beneath the polyester covering.Â
âZucchini, tomatoes, berries, we took peaches off the listâŠâ Youâre counting on your fingers, eyebrows furrowed, eyes zeroed in on your hands, not on the mass of people before you or the ground beneath your feet. â⊠What am I forgetting?âÂ
You look up to Mingi with eyes that screamed innocence, a gentle glint in the shape which reflected something like a doe. Yunho slowed his steps as you glanced at your fingers again, slipping behind the two of you, keeping an eye on everything you werenât.Â
âSome kinda vegetable,â Mingi responds, his back stretching high so he could see over the crowd, eyeing the stands of fruits and veggies on either side of you.Â
âShit,â you curse and it sounds so wrong coming from those pretty lips of yours, âI canât remember. I told you to remember!âÂ
Mingiâs smile is sheepish, âI got distracted by the rings.âÂ
Yunho can hear how your sneaker skids on the pavement and his arm is hooking under your elbow before your body is thrown forward even an inch, tucking you backward into himself.Â
âGood catch,â Mingiâs grin is humorously wide, as if that was the coolest thing heâd ever seen.Â
Youâre staring up at him with bug eyes from his chest, surprise and naivety etched into every bend and arch of your features. âThank you, I wasnât paying attention.âÂ
Yunho smiles, proud of himself, âSaw that coming. Eyes up.âÂ
You hold his gaze with a soft nod and Yunho releases your arm quickly, too quickly, as if heâd catch whatever you have if he held on for too long. You notice, he can see that you noticed, he wished he could say that having you pressed up against him for too long would result in Mingi plummeting him into the pavement. But he watches how your widened eyes shift into horror, discomfort, how you take a step back, clearing your throat.Â
âEggplant,â you whisper, surprise returning to your eyes, neck snapping to look at Mingi again, âIt was eggplant! Remember this time.âÂ
âI will, I swear.âÂ
You all know he wonât.Â
Colorful tents stood packed together on either side of the street you walked along, wooden crates full of vegetables, bushel baskets of fruits, the air growing thicker with humidity as the sun came to a full rise above you. It felt like Yunho was under a spotlight as he trailed in a window behind you, left with his thoughts and strange feelings, the sweat on his forehead not fully from the summer sun.Â
He watches as your left arm slides into the pocket of Mingiâs elbow, Mingiâs left hand holding your bags, your right arm reaching to rest on his forearm as you approach a fruit stand. The pit in his stomach returns with vengeance, accompanied by a sting of jealousy, a discomforting wave of confusion.Â
Yunho had very rarely found potential for real, true relationships in his life. He had a long list of scene partners, men and women heâs played with, people heâs seen for an elongated amount of time because they workedâ but he never saw himself with them long term.Â
Yunho often wondered if heâd ever find something like what you have with Mingi. Weeks spent on your couch, in your apartment, watching you two from the corner of his eye, wondering if the roles might ever be reversed. Would you two ever come over to his apartment, that he shared with a partner? Would he ever find someone that could check off all his boxes, fulfill his deepest fantasies?Â
As you always say, the partners that were good for him, he didnât want. The very rare times he could see potential with a partner, he let them go before it could ever become real. There was always something missing, a puzzle piece left outside of the box, a reason for him to leave even if he couldnât put his finger on it.Â
That night with the two of you⊠It was the closest heâs ever felt to understanding. When people say things feel right, heâs always left out of the conversation, the oddball whoâs never felt something that real, but with you two? With your twin doe eyes and submission you so eagerly handed over, the trust you have in him, how you put your pleasure in his hands entirely? A perfect dynamic he somehow weaseled into, and accidentally found a home.Â
Heâs been waiting for something to feel that raw for a long time. Now, standing behind you, watching you move in routine, a relationship thatâs been growing stronger for years, the pit in Yunhoâs stomach wondered if there would ever be room for him beyond your bedroom.Â
Glutton for punishment, as you say. Yunho guesses he canât deny it anymore.Â
âI got three for four bucks,â you say excitedly as you skip back towards him, thankfully ripping him from his spiral, holding three cartons of raspberries in your hands.Â
Mingi opens the shopping bag as he comes to your side, and you carefully place each carton atop one another, your hair falling over your cheeks as you bend forward.Â
He misses touching your hair.Â
âYou haggle at the farmerâs market?â He asks, amusement in his voice, because the farmerâs market was already cheap.Â
Your head turns, your hair flipping over your shoulder, your eyebrows furrowed in offense. âThey allow me to haggle. I wouldnât do it if I couldnât.âÂ
Yunho meets Mingiâs eye and heâs already smiling, head shaking as if heâs already had this conversation, already fought you on it, this was just you.Â
He wished he watched it happen, heâs been waiting to see the brat he knew lived inside your sweet facade.Â
âWhatâs left?â Yunho asks, ignoring his own thoughts, âZucchini, eggplant, tomatoes?âÂ
âEggplant first so I donât forget,â you hold up a finger, already lacing your fingers on your free hand between Mingiâs, feet moving in front of the other.Â
Yunho falls behind again, hands gripping his tote bag so hard he was positive his knuckles were turning red.Â
You beeline to the left and Yunho sees the cart full of zucchini and tomatoes over your heads, a smile tugs on his lips that you were so focused on one thing yet it was the only thing that kept escaping your mind. Cute, he thinks, so fucking cute.Â
He follows this time, and youâre already mid-conversation with the shop owner by the time he arrives at Mingiâs side, curating some kind of deal for purchasing both zucchini and tomatoes.Â
âOur prices are fixed,â the man, mid-fifties Yunho would guess, stood with his shoulders back, his jaw locked. Gray hair, lines etched into the skin beside his eyes, a red cap on his head. He must work in the sun.Â
âHow fixed?â You tilt your head, your ankles crossing, a sweet smile on your face. âIâll buy a good amount for a good price.âÂ
âThree dollars per pound,â his palms point to the array of greens and reds before him, âHave at it.âÂ
You pout, glancing up at Mingi and Yunho momentarily before beginning to gather the vegetables in your hands, analyzing each one, squeezing, smelling. Yunho chokes on a laugh.Â
âOrganic?â You ask, and the man nods. You pop a brow, âYou sure?âÂ
âGrow âem myself,â he exhales sharply. Yunho glances at Mingi and pink kisses his cheeks, bending over the curve of his nose, hidden behind his hair thatâs gotten longer than it's been in ages. Yunho thinks his heart might actually explode.Â
You somehow talk the man into three zucchini and three tomatoes for ten dollars and heâs red in the face before youâre handing the money over, a satisfied smile on yours, and Yunho curses himself for missing it again. Maybe he was staring at Mingi for longer than he thought.Â
âCome on, you two,â you sing-song, the bag already pressed into Mingiâs palm as you begin for the crowd in front of you again, slipping between people.Â
Four stands go by, five with no sign of the purple fruit, the two of you in conversation before Yunho, chatting about dinner later, he thinks. Neither of you are even looking at the stands on either side of you, too engrossed in each other, too deep in whatever was leaving your mouths.Â
It was only Yunho who was keeping his eye out for what you needed. It put a bitter taste in his mouth.Â
Yet he ignored it, because he had no right to feel that way. He wasnât a part of your relationship, he spent one night with you, thatâs it. The only night he would ever spend with you, because he sure as hell wasnât sinking any deeper then where he stood now.Â
A shadow of purple caught his eye, and his neck snapped to the right.Â
Eggplant. Finally. He could leave after this.Â
The two of you walked ahead.Â
âGuys,â Yunho calls, but neither of you hear him.Â
âGuys thereâs eggplantââ
Nothing. Frustration curls in his gut.Â
âGuys!â Mingiâs head tips back in laughter at something you said, his Adam's apple carved out of his throat, skin gleaming under the sunshine.Â
Yunho takes a breath and curls his lip to push a clear, piercing whistle through his lips.
You both stop, turning in the same motion, eyes big and shining, waiting. It sends a shiver down his spine, it sends him back to days ago, with you both on your baby pink comforter, waiting for him to give you directions, completely thoughtless. So fucking submissive it makes his cock jump in his pants.Â
Yunho points his thumb to his right, âEggplant.âÂ
Your eyes light up, a grin taking over each one of your features as you rip your hand from Mingiâs and nearly skip over to the stand. Mingi takes a second, keeping his eyes locked on Yunho, his thoughts so readable he might as well have said them out loud.Â
He knew exactly where that whistle came from, what Yunho intended with it. He knew what Yunho was thinking, too.Â
Mingiâs lips curl at the corner, sly and knowing, and then heâs following you to the fruit stand without a word.Â
Yunho pushes a steady breath from his lips, letting his eyes close for a moment, grounding himself against the pavement beneath him.Â
Heâs never been put in this position before. Being interested in not one, but two people, who are in a relationship already, and those two people pulling feelings from his gut that he wouldnât dare ever speak out loud.Â
He could not share your bed again.Â
âDo you really think we can ask him to fuck us again tonight?â Two days after your run to the farmerâs market, you had only one concern before Yunho arrived at your apartment for movie night. A dreamy look sat on your face from across the kitchen, wiping down the last corner of your counter, âThere was no mention of fucking at the farmerâs market.âÂ
âI donât think the farmerâs market at nine in the morning is the right place or the right time to discuss fucking,â Mingi says plainly with a shrug from your kitchen table, his face glued to his phone.Â
Normally, youâd agree, but the way he looked at you, how he dropped your arm as if it burned him, how detached he seemed by the time he left you at the market. It didnât help that all of these feelings curled in your gut, ones you couldnât share with Mingi, ones you wouldnât even face before you fell asleep at night.Â
You stand with a hand on your hip, one leg crossed over the other, back pressed against your kitchen counter. âYeah, but he didnât even flirt with us.â
Mingi rips his attention away from his phone to stare you down with slanted eyebrows, âHe didnât need to.âÂ
You whine, head tipping back, slapping the towel against your thigh, âI donât think he wants to.âÂ
âAsk him when he gets here then,â Mingi pushes himself off the chair, walking to where you stood against the counter, running his palms over your shoulders, giving you a small squeeze. âIf he doesnât, then he doesnât, but Iâm willing to bet that he does.â
You think maybe a part of you was hoping he didnât want toâ even if you wanted to so, so badly. What sat in the bottom of your stomach terrified you, those thoughts left unacknowledged, what they could turn into if you fed them.Â
But the bigger part of you, most of you, needed him again. It whispered in your ear, urging you to keep your feelings private, that you could bury them easily if you needed to, you belonged to Mingi. That would never change.Â
âOkay,â you whispered, and Mingi dropped down to plant a kiss on your forehead before he was walking to the living room to lounge on the couch.Â
You stared at the tile beneath your feet, a thousand scenarios running through your mind. Why did he touch you as if he wanted nothing to do with you? Could you face him, ask such a vulnerable question, and accept the rejection?Â
Was he feeling a shred of the insecurity you were feeling right now?Â
There was no sign of a knock before your front door opened with a muted groan, followed by the sound of plastic moving around, shoes hitting the hardwood in your foyer.Â
Your heart dropped to your ass.Â
âIâm here,â he called out, voice smooth as butter, âI brought presents.âÂ
You moved towards the counter to see out into your living room just as Mingi questioned, âPresents?âÂ
Yunho wore a satisfied smile as he walked through your living room, a plastic bag in his hand, black hair swept back as he came to a stop before your kitchen counter. You met his eye, heart still threatening to slip into your pants as he placed the bag on the laminate.Â
âI should have said goodies or something, snacks arenât much of a present,â he says as Mingi comes up behind him, leaning on the counter just beside him.Â
âSnacks are the best present,â you throw the towel on the counter beside you, hands immediately going for the bag.Â
You furrowed your brows in confusion as you ripped open the plastic as if it were Christmas morning, eyes widening as you saw your favorite snack inside. âYunho!â You gasped, a pout taking over your cheeks, âYou guys donât eat these.âÂ
âSo what?â he waves his hand, his brows bent together, body leaned up against the countertop, âYou canât have your favorite because we donât like them? Bullshit.â
Itâs not that you couldnât have them, you just always bought what the three of you could share for movie night, things you all enjoyed. Your cheeks flushed, âThank you.âÂ
Yunho turns to Mingi, pulling out two bags of chips the two of them demolished weekly, âI didnât forget about you, donât get all pouty.âÂ
You smile at your boyfriend who turned away in embarrassment, âI was not pouting.âÂ
Your giggle echoes through the kitchen as you pull out bowls from your cabinet, sliding one toward Yunho who was already ripping open the bag of chips he shared with Mingi. An hour later, the three of you were cozied up on your couch, you in the middle.Â
Before the three of you ended up tangled, Yunho took it upon himself to sit on your couch, not in His Spot. He propped his feet on the coffee table, beer in one hand, the other arm stretched along the back of the couch, eyes thinned as he stared at Mingi, âSo, youâve been taking this couch and giving me the shitty one?âÂ
You gasped from the kitchen, âTake that back!âÂ
âSorry,â he sang through the space, voice floaty and light, âBut this couch is so much better.âÂ
You barely thought about his change of position after you had filled the coffee table with snacks, harboring a distracted mind, the entire ordeal feeling so utterly regular you didnât think twice. Not until you were thirty minutes deep into Iron Man with your head leaning on Yunhoâs shoulder and your legs thrown over Mingiâs thighs did your brain seem to wake up.Â
It was so⊠Normal.Â
Normal conversation, normal cozy outfits, normal eye contact, normal banter, normal everything. The only thing that didnât remain the same was the blooming feeling in your chest, pressing against your breastplate in tempo, reminding you whose shoulder you lay on, what you wanted to ask of him tonight.Â
Again.
You dreamed of what else he had to show you, what the man beneath your head was capable of. Years heâs spent with partners, trying new things, figuring out what he likes, what his partners like, so much time spent reading people. Last Saturday was no contest to his abilities, proof that you had chosen correctly, that there was an entire world out there you werenât a part of. Yet.
You caught yourself staring at the half eaten bowl of chips, your favorite, the snack you had only mentioned a handful times in your years of knowing him. The fact that he remembered something so minuscule had goosebumps rising on your arms, legs twitching against Mingi who let his hand travel beneath the pant leg of your sweatpants, resting a callused palm on your skin, eyes still trained on the screen before you.Â
Where Yunho sat himself first, how eager he seemed to be to get tangled up with you and your boyfriend, there was no doubt that heâd say no. Right?
You blink, a yawn ripping through your chest interrupting your mind running in circles, body arching and stretching between the two men. Your eyes feel heavy.
It was too comfortable like this. Was it supposed to be?
âYou sleepy?â Yunhoâs voice made you jolt, honeyed and easy, completely innocent. Not a shred of dominance, lust or performance behind his words, yet they went straight to the gutter where your mind had taken residence.Â
âNo,â you mumble with a shake of your head, your voice small, quiet, pretending you werenât trying to force thoughts from your mind.Â
âLiar,â he flexed his shoulder where your head lay comfortably, shifting his body on the couch, a hand patting his lap in silent command for you to lay.Â
Silently you turn on your side, head softly landing on his thigh, manually breathing through your nose. One of his palms finds your hair, fingertips massaging circles into your scalp, his other hand softly hung over your arm.Â
Youâre wide awake now with the thigh beneath you cradling your head, somehow softer than a pillow, a million times better than the armrest youâd damned to hell weeks ago. His scent is all around you, in your nose, in your head, taking root in your spine beside the rest of your sleeping secrets.Â
Mingi spreads your legs before youâre fully settled, slotting his shoulders between them, cheek pressed against your thigh with his eyes still focused on the screen before you.Â
The three of you now, curled up together on the couch, barely a word spoken, you wondered what was going through Yunhoâs head. Has he been able to stop thinking about that night? Why did he look at you that way at the farmers market? Why did he drop your arm like it burned him, when he was sitting with you like this now?
Your eyes dip down to Mingi and you see Yunhoâs other hand now slotted in his hair, massaging his scalp, and your heart flutters at the sight. It could be easy like this, you think. The three of you, close friends for years already, you know you got along, your core values line up.Â
And youâre worried about him fucking you again? The thought feels futile now.Â
You feel two taps to your temple, âWhatâs going on in that head of yours?âÂ
Your eyes widen, caught. Youâre glad he canât see your face. âNothing,â you feign, âJust tired.âÂ
Yunho hums, both hands in your hair now, one traveling down to your face to swipe his thumb across your cheek. âYouâre lying,â he says quietly, âAgain. Quite the liar tonight.âÂ
A smile creeps up on you, âLike you would know when Iâm lying.âÂ
You feel the sharp breath he sucks in, his hands retreating from your skin, settling god knows where. You can hear the sly smile painted on his cheeks as he says, âI know more than you think I do.âÂ
Your eyes widen again, smile gone, heart positively sinking to your ass. Lips pursing, you try to keep your cool, âThen why did you ask?âÂ
âI can feel you twitching, you know,â heâs still smiling, words coated in amusement before his bite returns, âYour eyes are everywhere but on the screen, I can see your thoughts, but Iâll ask you one more time. What are you thinking about?âÂ
You bite the inside of your cheek, glancing down at Mingi who looks up at you with eyes that tell you to Say it.Â
âLast Saturday,â you mumble, heat warming your skin, gaze returning to the screen, âWondering when weâll do it again.âÂ
Thereâs a pause between the three of you, the air in the room shifting, charged with desire, with a question.Â
âWhat else do you want to try?â He asks, uneasiness cutting through his words, less confidence than he usually spoke with. You glance down at Mingi again and his doe eyes stare up at you with nothing. You were on your own this time.Â
âUm,â you think back to the research you did with Mingi, the things on your list, everything left to try. You could feel the heat in your ears, nerves of being put on the spot, of having to say something so blunt to the man whoâs tried it all. âMaybe something a little more intense this time⊠Maybe⊠Bondage? Something of the sort?âÂ
Yunhoâs eyebrows raised, he wasnât expecting that. A shiver runs down his spine at the mental image of you and Mingi splayed out on the bed, arms bound behind your backs, looking up at him with those fucking eyes that begged for more. How you two looked at him hasnât left his mind once, his last thought before bed, coming to him mid-day to torture him, knowing he couldnât experience it again in good conscience.Â
He pushes a cool breath through freshly licked lips, his hips shifting beneath him without his mind allowing it. You turn your head, finally looking up at him, and Yunhoâs breath is sucked from his lungs entirely. That look was going to drive him insane.Â
âNo?â Your eyebrows are raised, lips curled into the slightest of pouts, hair sprawled out around your head in a halo.Â
He runs his tongue over his teeth, blinking, scouring his brain for words. âI,â he pauses, eyes drifting to the screen ahead of him, âI think you and Mingi would do really well with bondage. I could explain how.â
Mingiâs looking up at him now too, a furrow in his brow, a glint of disappointment in his eyes. Fuck. Yunho has always prided himself in his self restraint, his ability to say no, but you two⊠His world had been flipped upside down in one week's time.Â
âMe and Mingi?â You ask, eyebrows knitted together, blinking in question. âAs in, alone?â
âWell, all of this is for you two to learn, isnât it?â Yunhoâs head falls to the side, words slipping off his tongue, no longer able to think before he speaks.Â
Mingiâs mouth opens and then closes, glancing at you before returning his gaze to Yunho, âWell, yeah, butâŠâ
âSee how much youâve learned, then,â Yunho redirects his attention to the screen, the movie forgotten. âI can explain, give you pointers, show you whatâs safe. Youâll be fine.â
He wills his face not to move. He knows itâs unsafe, giving you the bare minimum and letting you fend for yourselves, but he cannot, in good will, share your bed again. He canât let it go any further. Being put between a rock and a hard place canât begin to describe the feeling of doom in his gut.Â
You and Mingi share a long stare, he can see it from his peripherals, but all you do is mumble a soft Okay before settling over his thigh again.Â
He feels guilty. He should be ignoring his feelings, laying them to the side so he can show you what you asked of him. You need his help, he made a big show of being the one you asked, he knows you have no one else.Â
At the end of the day, your relationship, his friendship with the two of you is whatâs most important. He can go home and fist his cock to the idea of you and Mingi bound before him, but he cannot, and will not let it happen before his eyes.Â
âHe said to tie it like this, right? Itâs not too tight?â Mingi sits back on his legs with furrowed brows, bottom lip sucked between his teeth after he observed the necktie he fastened around your wrists, bound behind your back.Â
âI canât see it, I donât know if itâs right,â you bend your arms to test your restraint and it feels roomy, probably looser than it should be, âIt doesnât feel too tight, but I think if I pulled hard enough I could get out.â
The two of you on your knees atop your mattress, naked and horny, you took the advice Yunho had given you and attempted to put it to use. Mingi purses his lips, âWell, what if you just donât pull hard enough?â
A laugh escapes you, head falling backward, God you fucking loved him. âThe whole point of being tied up so I canât get out, Mingi, even if I want to.âÂ
He pushes a breath through his lips, crawling behind you again, âOkay, lemme try again.âÂ
Your jaw clenches, this already wasnât off to a great start, but when you said bondage you were under the impression that the very experienced Yunho would be the one tying you up. You tried not to bask in your disappointment of being rejected, being only two days after the No happened, so instead you and Mingi decided to do what he suggested: Try it out yourselves.Â
The both of you felt unsteady this time, this was more than being slapped around, heavier than a palm around your throat. This was a performance, something that took research, guidance, everything you were looking for in Yunho.Â
But he said no.Â
So, back to your romance novels, websites, articles upon articles on top of the mental list you kept of what Yunho said to do. You and Mingi even contemplated you being the one to tie him up, but he insisted that he wanted to be the dominant role tonight, he wanted you at his complete mercy.Â
Rushed, yes. But it felt necessary to do it now.Â
You stare at the ceiling as your wrists are toyed with behind you, listening as Mingi mumbles to himself, speaking the steps to tie a Handcuff Knot out loud. A few minutes later, he released a satisfied sound from behind you, âOkay, try that.â
You wiggle your wrists around, definitely tighter, and nothing hurts. You turn your head, relief washing over you, âFeels perfect, good job, baby.â
âThank God,â he lets out a sigh of relief, crawling back around you, âIf that didnât work, I might have given up.â
âPlease kiss me or something,â your voice reveals your desperation clearly, âIâm about to lose it.â
He smiles, without a word he lifts himself on his knees to press his lips to yours, palms immediately coming up to cup your cheeks. You immediately moan into it, especially when his chest presses against yours, the contact after sitting, naked, waiting for so long.Â
His hands fall down to your chest, to your waist, hands skimming over your skin as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down softly. You whine, chasing him, hands already tugging at your restraints, wanting to feel him. He pushes you back by your waist, your body crumpling over your arms behind your back, knees still bent and now spread.Â
He smiles, more devilish than anything as he looks you up and down, eyes zeroing in on your pulsing center. âI think I could get used to this.â
You whimper from the mattress, thighs twitching, âPlease touch me, Min.âÂ
His hands fall to your thighs, fingers dancing over your skin, light touches that donât do anything but fill your gut with frustration. He ignores your request, âSo spread out for me, youâre so flexible. It doesnât hurt with your knees like that?âÂ
Heat floods you, slight embarrassment at the question, your voice comes out sharp. âThe only thing that hurts is my pussy that youâre not touching.â
âAh,â he smacks his lips together, âWe canât have that, can we?âÂ
He lays his palms over your knees and your back arches at the warmth, at the weight of his hands, and he slides them upward as if his limbs were made of molasses. When you whine, he smiles, eyes meeting yours, âYou think complaining is gonna make me move any faster?âÂ
The restraints prick at the skin of your wrists, emitting a heat that you werenât completely sure was from the arousal burning through your blood. Your hips buck into his hands, voice hungry, âIâll stop.âÂ
His hands glide further, laying over your hipbones, pressing down and you immediately hiss. You grind your teeth together, shifting your shoulders to get some pressure off your wrists, hips pressing up into his hands.Â
He pops a brow as he lifts his hands, still ghosting over your skin but not adding pressure, âYou good?âÂ
You let your shoulders fall back to the mattress and your wrists ache. You shake your head, knowing something isnât right, âUntie me.â
âIt hurts?â He asks as he scoops an arm under your back, immediately flipping you over.Â
You nod into the mattress, voice strained, âI think itâs too tight, Iâm not sure.âÂ
He straddles your ass, half hard cock poking at your cheeks, his hands making quick work at the knot on your back, âI knew we shouldnât have done this, I felt it.âÂ
âWe both wanted to,â you try to reassure him, knowing guilt was already piling up, âAnd you tied it correctly. It will take time to figure out whatâs right, Min, itâs not a big deal.âÂ
âItâs not a big deal?â He reiterates, and you just know his eyebrows are in his hairline, baffled that you just said those words. He continues working at the knot, âWhat if I was fucking you, and I was too in it to read your body language. What if you got seriously hurt?âÂ
âMingi, I would have told you to untie me, you wouldnât have to read my body language,â once your wrists loosen at your back he lets you push yourself up, turning over to sit, already rubbing your wrists, âItâs a part of the process.âÂ
Heâs shaking his head when he enters your view, âHe should be here. He would have done it safely, he knows how to do itââ
âHeâs not here,â you reach forward, cupping his cheeks in your hands, âItâs you and me.â
He finally lets his eyes meet yours and theyâre swirling with guilt and regret, his cheeks pink, lips swollen and pouting. âI donât want to do that again.âÂ
You nod, even if your heart cracks at the seams, âThen we wonât do it again.âÂ
âBut you want this,â he shakes his head in your hands, eyes glossed over, âYou want it.âÂ
âIf itâs not something youâre comfortable with then I donât want it,â your voice comes out sharp, âPeriod, end of story.âÂ
He holds your eye for a second before his hand lays over your own, pulling it away from his face to press kisses to your open palm. You watch as he travels up to your wrist, flipping your arm over to press his lips to every inch of skin that was bound by the necktie. A small smile warms your cheeks as he does the same to your other arm, lips pressing against the circumference of your forearm, eyes glassy and face sad.Â
âI want what you want,â he says earnestly, laying his cheek in your palm again, âIâm so fucking terrified that I might hurt you, this is so much different than choking you, or saying mean shit. You canât move.âÂ
You nod, chest aching, taking his feelings in and letting them settle. âI know, I understand.â
âIâm calling him,â he says with so much certainty there isnât room for you to argue.Â
But your eyes still nearly bulge out of your head, jaw dropping, âTo say what?!âÂ
âThat we need his help,â his eyes fall to your knees, sounding defeated. He looks back up to you again, âHe can show me.âÂ
You blink at him, hand dropping from his cheek, in awe or bewilderment, you werenât sure. âDo you think⊠Are you sure?âÂ
âI want what you want,â he says sternly, hands planted on your knees, âI want to do this, I want to do it right. I want him to show me.âÂ
The next night you sit atop your mattress again, not only with Mingi at the foot of the bed, but Yunho beside him. Mingi called his best friend himself, a conversation you werenât a part of, he kept it private, between the two of them only.Â
You didnât press any further, if he was keeping it to himself there must be a reason and you trust him wholeheartedly. So you didnât act surprised when Yunho arrived at your apartment straight from work, slacks on his legs, a button down hugging his torso. You didnât question a thing when he sat down at your kitchen table while you and Mingi finished up making dinner, instead you set a plate in front of him, water only for the table, and the three of you ate like this was normal.Â
Before dinner was over you nearly forgot what the night was ending with, because the way the three of you talked, laughed and bantered over a meal had you convinced this was normal. Like the seat Yunho occupied at your kitchen table was and always has been his.Â
The bag he brought with him sat in the navy blue chair in the corner of your bedroom, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, his pants bunched up around his thighs. You sat in nothing but a big tee, hair bundled up atop your head, eyes sliding back and forth as the two of them discussed like you werenât present.Â
âYou remembered how I showed you though, right?â Yunho asked, âIt was just tied too tight?âÂ
Mingi runs his hands over his face, âIt was too tight if it was even tied correctly, I tried three different times.âÂ
Yunho finally turns to you, including you in the conversation, âDid the tie feel comfortable?âÂ
âAt first,â you tilt your head in unease, âThen it started burning and it was uncomfortable.âÂ
âThe scene wasnât set,â Mingi interjects, frustration clear in his voice like he was relieving himself of a burden, âI wasnât sure how to tie it and I made her wait until I got it right, it wasnât a sexy atmosphere. I was overwhelmed, uneducated and insecure, it was too much, too quick.âÂ
Your eyebrows raise along with the hair on your arms, he said none of this to you so bluntly. Guilt sits in your gut, heavy and sour, the feeling that you pushed him into something poking at your conscience. Maybe that was part of the reason he kept his conversation with Yunho private.Â
âThatâs my fault,â Yunho drops his head, âI shouldnât have told you to do it on your own. I should have properly taught you, like you asked me to do in the first place.âÂ
âAre you sure you want this?â Your voice comes out small, eyeing your boyfriend, embarrassment and guilt settling over you like a dark cloud. âYou said itâs too much.âÂ
âItâs not too much,â Mingi answers too quickly for your liking. âItâs not, I promise. Iâm just frustrated that I canât do what you want me to do.âÂ
Your lips part, but Yunho cuts you off. âYou want to be perfect the first time around, I understand what you mean. That isnât realistic though, Min, this takes time to learn, to practice.âÂ
Mingi runs a hand through his hair, his voice cracking as he says, âItâs not just what happened yesterday, Iâm frustrated.âÂ
âI donât want it to feel that way,â your bottom lip curls, âI donât want you to feel pressure, I want it to feel fun for you.âÂ
Yunho puts a hand on Mingiâs shoulder and your boyfriendâs head lifts to meet his eye, âI understand, Iâve been through it. Wanting so badly to please your partner and be everything they were imagining, to be everything you were imagining yourself. Give yourself grace, Mingi.âÂ
Yunho turns to you, âSame thing goes for you when youâre topping him. Itâs not easy.âÂ
You nod, but this isnât about you. You look at Mingi again, trying to ignore your heart cracking in your chest at the sight of him, âWe donât need to do all the things, Min.âÂ
âI want to do them all,â he finally looks at you, and you can see the flush of honesty in his pupils that he means it. He turns to Yunho again, âBut I need your help to do them properly.âÂ
Yunho gives him a small smile, âThatâs what Iâm here for.â He slides off the bed, walking to the bag he left in the corner of your room, picking it up and then tossing it on the mattress between you. âI brought some stuff, but I think to make everyone feel at ease, weâll go with bondage tape for today.âÂ
He sits on the bed beside Mingi, unzipping the bag and pulling out a roll of⊠Duct tape? Electrical tape?
âItâs made of PVC material,â he holds it up in his hand, and you shift closer to look at the black roll of tape, âIt only sticks to itself, it doesnât leave residue, doesnât stick to your hair. Itâs flexible enough to where it will fit snugly, but it wonât pinch or hit pressure points, and it can be removed or reapplied on a whim.â
He turns the roll of tape in his hands like itâs a fidget toy, âItâs good for beginners, and it can double as a blindfold too, or even a gag if you want to try that. Here, itâs yours.âÂ
You catch the roll in your hands, feeling the slippery material, eyeing the shine of the tape. âThis is pretty cool,â you raise your eyebrows, âSeems safer.âÂ
You toss it to Mingi who immediately peels it from the roll, stretching it between his fingers, âWish I knew this existed yesterday.âÂ
Yunhoâs lips form a line, âThatâs seriously my fault, Iâm sorry.â He reaches into his bag again, pulling out a pair of scissors encased in leather, âI always keep these on hand, just in case my partner needs to be cut out quickly. Iâll put them off to the side.âÂ
He reaches to lay them on your nightstand, then sits back with his calf beneath him. âHave you ever broken any bones, or have any injuries, any part of your body feeling sore or just not right?âÂ
âI broke my toe when I was like six years old on a trampoline,â you answer simply, shrugging. Mingi snorts, a smile finally reappearing on his lips. A smile grows on your lips at the sound, âOther than that, no.â
âIs there anywhere on your body I should steer clear from, not restrain in any way?âÂ
âIâm cool with my wrists or ankles being bound for today,â you say, and Yunho nods along, his eyes bouncing between you and Mingi to make sure your boyfriend was listening.Â
âIâm sure these are all things you know already,â Yunho says to Mingi who nods his agreement, âBut these are the kinds of questions I ask before playing with a new partner or with a current partner, for safety reasons and to know exactly what they want.âÂ
Mingi is still nodding before he asks, âAnd this doesnât take away from it not feeling⊠Sexy?âÂ
âThereâs nothing sexier than consent,â Yunho smiles, âAsking for it continuously throughout the process, too. Youâll see.â He turns to you again, âYou remember the stoplight system? Iâll be asking for your color.âÂ
You nod rapidly, anticipation now kissing your skin, âKiwi for a full stop, too.âÂ
âI remember,â he says softly as he moves his bag to the floor, hitting the hardwood with a thump that told you it wasnât empty. You wondered what else was inside, if there were toys, more things to bind you with. Knowing Yunho, it could be anything.Â
He shifts to sit in front of you on the bed and the movement tears your eyes away from the bag on the floor back up to him, the same feeling from the farmers market beats in your chest. It was a different need than what you felt the first time around, more intense, like Yunho was an indulgence, a treat youâve been waiting for.Â
Your eyes slide to Mingi and his pupils are already dilated at your closeness before you and Yunho had even touched. Excitement joins adrenaline in your veins, your lips curling up at the corners, your body moving toward Yunho with nothing but greed on your mind.Â
âHi,â his voice is soft, not sharpened with control just yet. âMiss me?âÂ
Your smile turns lopsided, eyes rolling, âA little, I guess.âÂ
He raises his eyebrows as a smirk plays on his lips, moving close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheeks, âA little? You guess?â
Minty. Him. âI saw you three days ago.âÂ
âYou know thatâs not what I meant,â his voice shifts, thick with arousal as he bends down closer to your ear, âDid you miss my hands on you?âÂ
You suck in a breath through your teeth, his words tickling the shell of your ear, a shiver running down your spine. He smiles, âThought so.âÂ
He presses his lips just below your ear and your neck immediately bends back, chin tipping upward, a high pitched, breathy noise escaping you. âMissed this,â he whispers into your skin, his hand coming up to hold the opposite side of your head, holding you steady, âThe way you taste.â
He works down the column of your neck, lips sucking at your skin where you responded to it, never hard enough to leave a mark. âThen why didnât you come when we asked?â You asked, adrenaline and lust pounding beneath your skin, you could feel your heartbeat everywhere as his hands traveled down your waist, under your shirt.Â
âBecause this,â you gasp as he hikes your tee over your head, âIs trouble.âÂ
Your eyes stay locked on him, attaching his lips to your collar bone as your stomach drops, his hands feeling every inch of skin available to him. Still in his button up and slacks, the feeling of being exposed only aided in the pulse between your thighs.Â
Trouble.
Your hands moved before you could think about it, fingers working at the buttons on his chest while he kissed back up to your jawline, you whimpered as his teeth grazed over your skin. He finally kissed you as you pulled his shirt off his shoulders, hands immediately grabbing onto them for purchase, pushing upward on your knees to crawl into his lap.Â
He smiles into the kiss, âSeems like you missed me more than a little.âÂ
âShut up,â you bite, hands already tugging at the hem of the white tank he wore, wanting it off. Needing him as bare before you as you were him.Â
He pulls away, eyebrows raised, an amused smile on his lips. âIs that how you speak to me?âÂ
âYou said Iâm trouble,â you shrug, looking up at him through your lashes, âMight as well get into some.âÂ
His smile turns wicked, vile, staring at you as if he was cooking up everything he was about to do to you. It makes your skin burn, a fire threatening to burn the hairs off your arm, thrill racing through your entire being.Â
Heâs quick to get you on your back, smashing his lips into yours with force, letting his tongue slip into your mouth like he was stealing something from you. You arch into him, arms thrown around his neck, a leg hooking over his back. He grabs your arms from around his neck in a fast motion, holding them above your head, but never breaking the kiss once.Â
You laugh, a light, airy giggle that slipped through your lips without thought. Your eyes open when he puts a centimeter of space between you, and an endless pit of black stares back at you. Oh, he did not like that.Â
A brow raises, âYou think it's funny?âÂ
You tilt your jaw up, smile still playing on your lips, eyes low. A challenge. âIf I do?âÂ
His neck snaps, eyeing Mingi beside him, voice harsh, âHand me the tape.â
Mingi scrambles to get the roll in his hands, eyes blinking as if Yunho tore him out of a trance, bending forward to hand him the tape quickly. Yunho pushes your leg off his hips, crawling over your torso, grabbing your wrists above your head with one of his hands.Â
He peels it off the roll with his teeth, rolling it around your wrists three times before biting the tape to rip it off the roll, throwing it off to the side. He looks down at you, âHowâs it feel?â
âSecure,â you say just above a whisper, wiggling your wrists around in the binding, âNot too tight.âÂ
He was right. It isnât pulling on the hairs on your arms, it isnât moving, it has a slight stretch to it. It isnât cutting into you, or pressing in a weird way. It feels good.Â
âColor?â he asks, holding one of your forearms.Â
âGreen.â
âGood. Turn over.â
You blink for a moment, stomach dropping to your ass again. This was real, it was happening, you were being tied up properly after successfully pissing him offâ You were in for it.Â
âNow.âÂ
He shuffles off your torso, letting your wrists fall, and you use them to turn your body over, laying flat on your stomach, wrists tucked into your chest. He was still clothed, tank and slacks, while the only thing you had on was a pair of Mingiâs boxers. Your body burned.Â
âYou watching?â Yunho asks Mingi as he tucks his hands beneath your waistband, tugging them down harshly.Â
You assume Mingi nods from his lack of an answer as Yunho pulls your thighs over his, rendering you bound bare before him. Mingi groans as Yunhoâs hands smooth up the backs of your thighs, using his thumbs to spread. You canât hold back the gasp that escapes you.Â
âSoaked,â he taunts, âI havenât even touched you.â
âPlease touch me,â you beg, feeling dazed already. You turn your head the opposite way so Mingi is in your view and his eyes are locked in at your core, his hand lazily thrown over his sweats, head tilted in awe.Â
A huff of amusement passes through Yunhoâs lips before a harsh smack lands on your ass. You cry out a curse, completely unexpecting the strike, attempting to shuffle away from him. He grabs you by the hips before you could move, âColor?â
âGreen,â you whimper, blood boiling beneath your skin. âAgain.â
He lands another, making you curse again, and the third smack against your ass makes you moan. Yunho laughs, âI think the only way to punish you is to not touch you.âÂ
Your neck cranes backward and heâs barely in your peripherals when you cry, âDonât do that, please donât do that.â
âYouâre easy to tame,â he snickers, hands rubbing where he had just hit you, palms smooth and comforting. âBig talk to submit that quickly, donât you think?âÂ
Your core is aching, pulsing over his lap, chest heaving against the mattress. âIâm sorry,â you mumble, âPlease do something, touch me, something.â
He doesnât answer, instead he lets his fingers dance over the curve of your ass, knuckles ghosting over your slit before they press at your clit. You cry out, legs spreading further, hips moving backward into him.Â
âLook at that,â you see his hand out of your peripherals as he stretches it out to Mingi, âTaste.âÂ
You moan as Mingi leans forward, grabbing Yunhoâs wrist, tongue slipping from between his lips to lap at his knuckles, his eyes big and glossed over as he stares at Yunho while doing it.Â
You feel him beneath you now, cock stiff in his slacks and itâs the reminder that he gets off on this that has your head going fuzzy, hips grinding downward onto him. Another slap lands on your ass, less harsh than the others, âIâll leave you here, bound and untouched while I fuck your boyfriend, pretty girl. Donât forget that Iâm teaching, doing you both a favor.â
âFuck,â you huff out, âPlease do something Yunho, fuck.â
He doesnât respond, but you watch his tank hit your comforter, thrown from where he sat. He lifts you on your knees, your head on the mattress supporting the weight of you as he shifts, the crinkling noise of his pants hitting the hardwood floor the only sound in the room.Â
âNo,â he finally answers, sliding off the bed. You move on command, knees buckling beneath you so you could sit, looking at Yunho with wide eyes. He stands beside the bed, briefs on his hips, torso bared with his shoulders straight. He points down to the floor, jaw locked, âEarn it.â
Your knees pressed to the hardwood without a second thought, bound wrists reaching for his briefs, shimmying them down his thighs until his cock springs up against his pelvis. Your breath is shattered at the sight of him, the reminder how big he is, how he felt inside you. Your gut swirls with need, mouth watering, eyelids fluttering.Â
âCockslut,â he shakes his head, voice venomous, âForgot how hungry you get for it. Impress me.â
Hard, red and leaking with precum, you use one hand to guide him between your lips, letting your wrists fall between your thighs. You flatten out your tongue to take him in your mouth, no teasing, instead pushing him down your throat until your nose meets the tuft of hair at the base of him, gagging on command.Â
One of his hands immediately reaches for your scalp, a harsh gasp escaping him as he holds you there, his hips stuttering. The noise shoots confidence through you, the sharp pain of his fingers in your hair making your eyes roll back, bobbing your head along his length, working up a rhythm.Â
Youâve never given head without your handsâ It was damn near impossible with Mingi, his length gagging you at the halfway point, but you had something to prove. Tears rimmed your eyes as you took him as deep as you could, staring at him through your lashes as his brows furrowed, lips parted, staring down at you with such lust it made your stomach curl with need.Â
You moaned around the length of him making him groan and oh god you were going to lose it if something wasnât inside you soon. You took him as deep as you could with each bob of your head, willing your gag reflex to relax, for your throat to open up. You breathed through your nose as you hollowed out your cheeks, taking him impossibly deeper, forcing his cock to the back of your throat and the reaction was worth the tears streaming down your cheeks.Â
A low moan, harsh and grumbled as if it forced its way through his chest, your thighs tightened. You bobbed your head faster, keeping your tongue flat against the underside of him, sucking harder. He tugs at your hair, âFuck, baby, just like that. Make me cum.â
Your eyes squeeze shut, keeping your rhythm, knees aching against the hardwood. He moans again when he hits the back of your throat, holding you there, his hips thrusting forward. Your eyes shoot open, keeping your head still, opening your mouth wider, an invitation.
One received well, he holds your head steady with one hand as he fucks into your mouth, low groans leaving his lips one after another, âFuck, yes, so fucking good. Gonna paint that pretty face white, yeah?â
You moan around his length, core pulsing, aching with need. His hips stutter, and then he pulls out, fist wrapping around his cock. You stick your tongue out, watching as he cums, as his stomach clenches while ropes of white land on your cheeks, your forehead, your nose.Â
You smile, tongue licking around your mouth, bound wrists coming up to wipe at your face, licking his release off your fingers. He bends down, arms hooking under your armpits, throwing you onto the bed in one quick motion.Â
 You made a noise of surprise as your back hit the mattress, legs spreading as Yunho slots himself between them, immediately eyeing Mingi. âSee that? Tamed.â
You couldnât see that Mingi wasnât smiling, or that his brain had gone elsewhere. Your eyes were on Yunhoâs fist wrapped around his cock, stroking it until he was hard again, a quick feat that had your mouth watering all over again.Â
âIâm taking you with no prep,â he pins your hands over your head, âWhatâs your color?â
âSo fucking green,â you respond, voice winded, thick and hazy.Â
Then heâs prodding at your entrance, pulling a moan straight from your gut, the feeling of something touching you after waiting so long, nearly overwhelming. He sheathes himself in one quick motion, your slick allowing him, your body pliant and open.Â
He groans, âSo fucking tight, baby,â then he looks up to Mingi, balls deep inside you, âDo you even fuck her?â
âEvery day,â Mingi says, his voice low, cracked. You donât think anything of it, mind too full of Yunho, of how he was effectively splitting you open. Your wrists hit the top of your head, shoulders bent, eyes screwed shut.Â
Then he moves. You cry when he pulls out, even louder when he pushes all the way back in, immediately working into a rhythm so perfect it renders you silent.Â
His hands tuck under your thighs, pushing them forward, âQuiet now? When youâre finally getting what you want?âÂ
A small noise escapes you with each following thrust, mind too fuzzy to make words, the feeling of him everywhere sending you somewhere else. Yunho chuckles, âDonât tell me youâve gone dumb, pretty. We just got started.âÂ
You donât respond, eyes opening just to roll backwards when he pushes your thighs further, angling your hips so his cock hits that spot inside you. You wail, wrists coming down from your head to grab at his chest, but he grabs them mid-motion, pushing them back over your head, forcing himself deeper.Â
It felt like he was breaking you openâ ruthless in the way he fucked you, the sound of skin slapping taking over the entire room, this was Yunho. You didnât notice the tears streaming down your cheeks nor did you hear the sounds leaving your lips, you could only feel him in your tummy, the stretch in your hamstrings, it all bled into earth-shattering pleasure.Â
Your legs stayed spread as he used his other hand to rub at your clit, a pit immediately pooling in your stomach, the one thought in your mind repeating. He laughs again, âAre you saying what I think you're saying?â
Your eyes open, your mouth already moving, aware of the sweat on your skin. âThank you,â you manage, stuttering, lip quivering.Â
âFuck,â his head dips down, a moan escaping him, âYouâre so fucking sexy.âÂ
âIâm gonna cum,â you cry, the pit in your tummy growing, right on the edge, pressure beneath your skin.Â
âGo ahead,â he urges, âYou earned it, baby. Cum around my cock.â
Your toes curl, head digging into the mattress, hands curling into fists as the pressure blows. Your whole body clenches, orgasm coming in waves of heavy pleasure, long and dragged out as he fucks you through it, mind effortlessly blank.Â
âShit,â he curses, hips stuttering against yours, âSo fucking tight, Iâm not lasting.â
Your breathing is heavy, staggered as his hips lose their rhythm, as Yunho loses his control. As if he was holding on to the last shred of it, he pulls out, fisting his cock again to paint your core, pelvis and tummy with cum, groans escaping him as his head tips back.Â
Your chest is heaving, covered in sweat and cum, eyes closed. Exhaustion consumes you, floating somewhere in a cloud of pleasure, body buzzing with everything you had just done. You barely register Yunho cutting the tape off your wrists, not until heâs saying something do you realize your ability to hear had left you momentarily.Â
â--Educational,â you catch the end of his sentence, eyes blinking open just as he looks down at you. Heâs beside you in a second, wiping your hair off your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek. âWelcome back.â
You mumble a noise, still coated in sweet pleasure like you hadnât fully come down yet. Yunho smiles, âHow you feeling?âÂ
You try to swallow, mouth dry and throat scratchy, âNeed water.âÂ
Thereâs a bottle pressed to your lips, by Yunho or your boyfriend you werenât sure.Â
Mingi.Â
Your eyes shoot open. âMin,â your hand flies out and smacks him right in the chest, relief washing over you as he comes into view, a warm smile on his cheeks that doesnât reach his eyes.Â
He presses a kiss to your forehead, âWhy donât we get you into the bath?âÂ
You immediately frown, the thought of walking there, sitting there, soaking. You ached to sleep. Mingiâs smile grows more genuine now, âAt least a quick one to get you clean, Iâll carry you there. You and Yunho can talk while youâre in there, then you can sleep.â
You nod slowly, defeat clear on your face.Â
Mingi feels foul as he scoops you into his arms, covered in sweat and spit and cum, knowing he wasnât the one that put any of it there. He feels detached as he sits you on the toilet, filling the tub in silence, scared to speak a word. Of what would come out of his mouth. Now wasnât the time. Not like this.Â
What he had just witnessedâ it was more than educational, he knew that in his soul. You and Yunho⊠The love of his life and his best friend, his heart fucking ached. It ached knowing that he would never be able to do that to you, put you in that headspace, making you a silent, spaced-out mess. Mingi thinks you didnât even know your name ten minutes ago.Â
Heâs never done that to you. He isnât sure if he ever will.Â
The thought makes him sick.Â
Insecurity consumes him.
He helps you into the water, washes your face with a washcloth, scrubs shampoo in your hair until the dried cum breaks down into bubbles. He bites his lip the entire time, your eyes softly closed as he takes care of you, completely unaware that he was spiraling.Â
âMin,â Yunho places a hand on his shoulder and he closes his eyes, sucking down a breath. âI wanna talk to her before she falls asleep. Can I finish?âÂ
Mingi nods, standing up, grabbing a dry towel to wipe his hands. Yunho stops him before he leaves the bathroom, a heavy hand on his shoulder, âAre you okay?âÂ
Yunhoâs eyes are clear. Heâs staring at Mingi like he knows, because he probably does, heâs been able to read Mingi like the back of his hand for years. But Mingi lies anyway.Â
He nods with his lips in a line, âIâm fine.â
Yunho stares at him for a second before responding, âOkay.â
Mingi grabs his phone on his way out to the living room, immediately pulling up a random social media, sitting down on the couch to get his mind anywhere else. He can still hear you moaning as he scrolls, he can see the glint in Yunhoâs eye, heâs still watching Yunho break you apart like it was happening in front of him.Â
His stomach aches. He will never be the one to do that to you. The only thing he learned tonight was the solidification of his own shortcomings.Â
He throws his phone beside him, the edges of his palms rubbing at his eyes. He wished he could be Yunho, with his confidence, his experience, he wants to be the one to make you stupid. Jealousy wraps around him like a suffocating hug, he opens his eyes slowly, just to see the How To book thrown on his coffee table from yesterday.Â
He lays down on the couch, assuming at this point Yunho will just sleep next to you in your shared bed. At this point, he deserves the spot. He was the one that pleased you, that brought you to release, he did what Mingi couldnât.Â
He doesnât know how long he lays there, brain whirling, replaying what happened earlier.Â
He doesnât hear your bedroom door close softly, nor the footsteps approaching him.Â
âMingi,â Yunho whispers, bent down next to him, unsure if he was asleep.Â
Mingiâs eyes peel open, he takes a good look at his best friend dressed in his clothes, and then he closes them. âGo sleep in there with her.â
âWe can both go in there and go to sleep,â Yunho sits down on the floor, arms stretched over his knees, âAfter you talk to me about whatâs bothering you.â
Mingi opens one eye. âNothingâs bothering me.âÂ
Yunho tilts his head, looking at Mingi like he knows, and itâs pointless for him to deny it. Mingi tries to hold on to his last layer of dignity, heâs lost his ability to please his girlfriend, and now he has to lose his pride?
âYou felt left out?â Yunho asks, voice light but concerned.Â
Mingi mumbles, âI wasnât included in the first place.â
Yunho swallows, stretching his arms behind his back to hold him up. âShe loves you. That was just a fantasy.âÂ
Mingi is sure his stomach is in his boxers. He sits up on the couch, grabbing his phone, âA fantasy Iâll never be able to fulfill.âÂ
âMingi, isnât that why Iâm here?â Yunho asks, leaning forward in an attempt to get Mingiâs eyes on him. He scrolls on his phone, not looking up, not answering. Yunho raises his voice, clearer now, âTo show you how. To help you fulfill it, same for her with you.âÂ
Mingi looks up, eyes widened, jaw locked. His breathing shows his temper, quick and heavy, frustration zapping through his limbs, âYou think any of that was showing me? Thatâs a stupid excuse for you to fuck my girlfriend in front of my face.âÂ
Yunho shrinks where he sits. Immediate consequence for doing something he said he wasnât going to. His cheeks redden as he frantically shakes his head, âMingi that is not what that was.âÂ
âReally?â Mingi raises his brows, a smile that was nothing short of sarcastic tugging on his lips, âI called you and laid my heart on the line.â His lip quivers, voice cracking, the facade fading all at once, âI handed you every ounce of pride in my body and you just shattered all of it.âÂ
Yunho is quick on his feet, moving to the couch, his heart leading him directly next to his best friend, âIâm sorry.âÂ
Mingi keeps his head low, shaking his head. Yunho puts his hand on Mingiâs thigh, squeezing it, inching forward. His voice is quieter, shallow with guilt, âI donât know how to do this, either. The lines already feel blurred.âÂ
Mingi tilts his head, looking at Yunho through his peripherals, âBlurred?âÂ
âItâs like I donât have control,â Yunhoâs heart jumps, swallowing down his unease, handing Mingi the key to his locked lips. âThe night I slept with you both, I⊠I canât stop thinking about it. I told myself I wouldnât fuck you again because Iâm not sure if I can hold myself back. But you called, so I did, and I couldnât hold back. This is all my fault, and I take full responsibility for making you feel this way.âÂ
âI thought you didnât have any interest in sleeping with us again,â Mingiâs voice is filled with disbelief, turning his head to face him fully, âThatâs why I called and begged.â
âShe loves you,â Yunho reiterates, voice sharpened with truth, âAnd you love her. Iâm nothing, just your âteacher.â If I was fucking you to show her, it would have happened the same way.âÂ
Mingi blinks, his words sinking in. His best friend wants him, too. Not just you. He wants both of you. His mouth waters, realizing the closeness he shared with Yunho, how his face was mere inches away. He could smell his own body wash, eyes dropping to his own tee shirt hung loosely on Yunhoâs shoulders, his sweatpants tucked beneath his body as Yunho sat curled next to him.Â
A question lays deep in his gut, a terrifying wonder, if he asks it, heâll be exposing himself in a way he can never come back from. He meets Yunhoâs gaze and he then notices the sadness, the guilt, the want. Mingi whispers, âDo you think sheâll leave me if I canât do it?âÂ
Yunho frowns, his heart cracking, âSheâd burn me alive if she knew you were feeling this way right now. I think sheâd rather die than live a life that didnât have you in it.âÂ
Mingi smiles, small but full of hope because he knows Yunhoâs right. Heâs never doubted your loyalty, your love for him, because heâs never had toâ tonight wasnât going to change that.Â
Yunho smiles too, because the two of you are his best friends, and he wants you happy. Whether that happiness included him or not.Â
âLetâs go to bed,â Yunho offers quietly, squeezing the hand that still sat on Mingiâs thigh, âThe three of us can talk about it in the morning.âÂ
Mingiâs eyes stay trained where Yunhoâs hand lays on his leg, his palm feeling warm, comforting. Long fingers, faintly blue veins running up his wrist, he didnât want to go to bed. Not yet.Â
Yunho can feel the air shift, he sees the smooth, heavy breath Mingi takes in the expansion of his chest. His eyes flicker up to his best friendâs face, âUnless you arenât tired yet.âÂ
Mingiâs eyes meet his, deep chocolate, full of warmth and subtle desperation. Yunho caused this, he can fix it. His hand slides upward, and Mingiâs breath catches in his throat. Yunhoâs other hand stretches forward, landing on Mingiâs cheek, and his chest tightens when his best friend melts into his touch. So pliant, so giving, arousal floods Yunho as if he didnât just cum twice thirty minutes ago.Â
âIâm not tired yet,â Mingi whispers, looking at Yunho through his lashes, hips shifting beneath him. His brain short circuits, all the sadness and self-deprecation seemed long ago, his girlfriend fast asleep behind a closed door. It was his turn.Â
Mingi leans in first, catching Yunhoâs lips between his own and the world around him seems to reset. His hands are on Yunhoâs cheeks, his chest pressed flat to his, tongue in his mouth, brain muddled with thoughts of only Yunho.Â
Yunhoâs hands found his waist, immediately trailing beneath his shirt, hands traveling up his waist, feeling his soft skin compared to the strength lying beneath, Mingiâs body was dizzying. Comfort and a promise all in one, Yunho kept himself close, letting his tongue sink into Mingiâs mouth until Mingi left him panting.Â
âI canât go again,â Yunho whispers, barely breaking the kiss, his lips still touching Mingiâs.Â
Mingi smiles into him, âI know the feeling, sheâs unbelievable."Â
They get lost in lips again, hands tugging in locks, hips rutting against each other after Yunho pushes him back onto the couch. Yunho licks down Mingiâs neck, sucking a mark into the base just above his collarbone and Mingi sucks in a sharp intake of breath, fists grabbing Yunhoâs shirt, tugging it over his head.Â
A desperate mess, the two of them, no time to stop, not enough breath for words. Mingiâs hand reaches for his cock, half hard in his sweats and Yunho chokes, head sinking into his chest.Â
Mingi smiles, âYou can go again.âÂ
Yunho shakes his head, âYour turn.âÂ
Heâs kissing down Mingiâs abdomen before he has time to protest, tee hiked up to his pecs, leaving his torso bare and open for Yunho to taste. Thumbs in his waistband, Yunho didnât want to tease, didnât want to hear Mingi beg.Â
He wanted him singing into his ear, a song of pleasure, of praise. Yunho didnât feel like himselfâ sinking into unknown territory, this loss of control, this eagerness flooding his nervous system. He couldnât acknowledge it, not with Mingiâs cock in front of his eyes, so fucking hard and leaking Yunhoâs mouth watered.Â
Mingi moaned as Yunho licked up the underside of him, lips wrapping around his tip, tongue flicking at the slit that oozed precum. Mingi bucked his hips, whiney and desperate, fists curling into the couch cushions beneath him.Â
Yunho took him slowly, a hand wrapped around the base of him, the other sliding up and down his thigh. Mingiâs hands found Yunhoâs hair and he looked up at him through his lashes, the sight left his hips rutting against the couch. Eyes rolled back, chin tipped upward, lips parted, sweat kissing his brows, Mingi would always be a sight for sore eyes but this might take the cake. Uncontrolled, raw, body twitching with pleasure, Yunho had never thought Mingi so beautiful.Â
âFaster,â Mingi pleaded, a raspy sound, âPlease.âÂ
Yunho took him fully, lips meeting his own hand, working his mouth and his fingers in rhythm, a quick twist as his grip tightened around him. Mingi covered his mouth with his hand, eyebrows twisting together as the other pushed Yunho deeper onto his cock by his hair, controlling his pace.Â
Yunho let his eyes close, allowing Mingi to use him, his mouth, wanting to feel him empty himself down his throat. His hips dug into the couch with each bounce of his head, the feeling of his throat so full, of knowing he was giving Mingi pleasure, it revived him tenfold.Â
âSo good, Yunho, fuck,â Mingi huffed, âGonna make me cum.âÂ
He bobbed his head faster, lips sucking harder, eyes screwing shut. He barely gagged when Mingi hit the back of his throat but Mingi sobbed, abdomen clenching, hips bucking into Yunhoâs face. Heâd smile if he could, but instead he humped the couch harder, his own orgasm approaching.Â
âClose,â Mingi mumbled, voice strained and high pitched, his free hand sliding up his chest to run his thumb over his nipples.Â
Yunhoâs eyebrows creased, a sight for sore eyes, indeed. Mingiâs breath hitched, hips bucking into his mouth wildly as Yunhoâs own release tore through him, cumming into his briefs as Mingi shot his load down his throat. When Mingi finally let go, Yunho pulled off of him with a pop and a heaved sigh, heart pounding against his chest and briefs stuck to his pelvis.Â
âDid you justââ
Yunho nods, cheeks pink, and Mingiâs head tips backward in laughter. âYouâre fucking lying.âÂ
âShut up,â Yunho grumbles, crawling forward to lay next to him, ignoring the discomfort in his pants.Â
Mingi hums, getting comfortable next to him, an arm thrown lazily over his torso. âYouâre more like me than I thought.âÂ
âThereâs a reason weâve been best friends for a decade, you know,â Yunho replies, eyes softly closed, an arm cradling Mingiâs head. âIf Iâm like you, then youâre more like me than you thought, too.âÂ
Mingi smiles into his chest, the heat of his skin warming him, easing his heart rate. âWe never talked about doing stuff with you separately.âÂ
âYou needed it,â Yunho reassures him, trying to avoid the oncoming spiral.Â
Mingi shakes his head, âI wanted it. Thereâs a difference.â Guilt doesnât lie in the pit of his stomach, or regret. It doesnât feel wrong, or like he made a mistake, it all feels⊠Right.Â
âHow do you feel?â Yunho asks, pressing a kiss to Mingiâs head. âBetter?âÂ
âMuch better,â Mingi whispers, nose nuzzled into Yunhoâs skin, âYou give ridiculously good head.âÂ
Yunho snorts, âIâve done that maybe four times in my entire life.âÂ
Mingi pulls away, eyes wide as he stares up at his best friend, âNo shot.âÂ
Yunho nods, eyes flicking over his best friendâs face, âSwear.âÂ
âDamn,â Mingi whispers, lowering his head again, âYou should shower, coming in your pants like a high schooler after a wet dream.âÂ
Yunho spits a tch, but Mingi was right. He probably hasnât done that since he was that young, either. His heart thumps against his chest, there was so much changing, that sinking feeling dropping to the pit in his tummy, he was fucked. Both of you, demons, sex-loving demons.Â
Mingi ends up showering with him, all soft kisses and light touches, traveling hands and giggled words beneath bubbles and a steady stream of hot water. They slept on either side of you again, cooing when they entered the bedroom to find you snoring, cuddling a pillow, just to press up against either side of you, basking in your warmth.Â
Tangled beneath a baby pink comforter, tonight was a new beginning, a confirmation that you were all feeling while you were fucking. Yunho wished it didnât consume him with dread, he knew how this would end, he foresaw it clearly.Â
But his control was gone.Â
And he didnât want it back.Â
You woke up hot. A sheen of sweat covering your skin, you grimaced as you opened your eyes, peeling sheets and pushing arms away, crawling from the two masses of body heat suffocating you.Â
You opened the curtains in the living room, smiling as you felt the ache between your legs, a playback of last night on repeat in your mind as you stretched before the window, blinking away your exhaustion. Already sunny, it was far past sunrise, a sweet weekend morning. You felt light, at ease, happyâ you rubbed at your wrists with the reminder of last night, making sure you didnât dream the entire thing, that it really happened.Â
You experienced Yunho without restraint, on his end of course, since your restraint was everything you asked for. Dominance and control and everything powerful, last night would live with you, excitement making your heart skip a beat at the thought of Mingi doing the same.Â
You wondered how he was feeling, you didnât get to talk to him last night. You talked with Yunho while you were in the bath, discussing everything you enjoyed, telling him how well he did while he praised you all the same, but you didnât get a chance to do that with Mingi.Â
He was quiet after you finished, your head might have been hazy but you know him, and you know his silence. Nerves prick at the back of your neckâ but you woke up tangled between them, so he couldnât have been mad. You heave a heavy breath as you make your way to the kitchen, starting the coffee machine.Â
As if you Bluetooth connected, Mingi walks out into the kitchen from the hallway in nothing but his boxers. He yawns as he walks out, rubbing his eyes, his hair sticking out in every direction atop his head.Â
You squint at the bruises along his collar bone as you mumble Good morning, racking your brain for when you gave him hickeys. You havenât given him hickeys since you were twenty three.Â
Your eyebrows raise as he gets closer, realization settling in that they werenât from you. You smirk, âYou had a good night last night.âÂ
He drops his arms to his sides, frozen, eyes wide and guilty. Amusement leaves your nose in a snort, âAnd to think I went to bed under the impression there would be no more fun.â
Mingiâs eyes soften when he realizes you arenât angry, âYunho just⊠Made me feel better about some things.âÂ
âYeah?â You turn, back pressed against the counter, a smile playing on your lips. âDid he make you feel a lot better?âÂ
He walks closer until heâs pressed to your front, hands finding your hips, âYeah. But I think you will fix me.âÂ
âAnd what am I fixing?â You tilt your head to the side, hands dancing along his chest, sliding up to throw your arms around him.Â
Mingi hums, bending down to bury his head into your neck, âThought you liked him better than me.âÂ
âHuh?â You tangle your hands in his hair, lips pressed to his head, âBaby, why would you think that?âÂ
âI saw you two together,â he presses his lips to your neck, fingers gripping at your hips. You arch into him, brows furrowed at the words leaving his lips, feeling confused as he pushes himself against you.Â
âMingi, Iââ
He shushes you, hands traveling up from your hips to tuck under your tee, thumbs ghosting over your nipples, making you gasp into him. Your eyes flicker to the hallway, where Yunho lays asleep in your bedroom just ten feet away, arousal flooding your still sleeping body.Â
âBut then he gave me head,â he says, tugging your shirt over your head, hiking you up from beneath your thighs to place you on the countertop. With your brows still knitted together, he keeps going, âAnd he made me cum so hard.âÂ
Immediately his lips attach to your chest, your legs spread to allow him between them, âBut no one can make me cum like you do.âÂ
Your chin tips back as his hand slides between your legs, a whisper on your lips, âNo one.âÂ
âSay it again,â he squeezes one thigh, fingertips pressed to your clit through your panties.Â
You curse, hips attempting to buck into him, âNo one can make you cum like I do.âÂ
He growls, standing back to pull you off the counter. Your feet hit the tiled floor with a yelp, and heâs turning to you on your toes so your front presses against the counter. Heâs got a hand steady on your spine, pushing you forward until your chest meets the laminate, the cold surface shocking a shiver through your body.Â
âShit,â you curse, cheek pressed against the counter. He tugs your panties down to your thighs, the chilly morning air of your apartment ghosting over your center, making you whine.Â
âI wouldnât change anything,â he mumbles, more to himself than you, you think, as his fingers swipe through your folds, collecting your wetness that pools steadily. âIâd watch it all over again, and then remind you both who you left out.âÂ
You cry out as he sinks two fingers inside you and he snickers, âYunhoâs right, you really are a cockslut, huh?âÂ
You moan, raising yourself on your tippy toes, palms planted against the edge of the counter as you push yourself back on him. His voice gains an edge as he curls them inside you, âDoesnât matter whose it is, you need this pretty pussy filled all the time.âÂ
You nod, eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool no doubt puddling beneath your parted lips, covering the laminate. He pulls his fingers out and you whine before theyâre instantly replaced with his cock, sheathing himself inside you in one quick motion.Â
You wail, walls pulsing around him, fingers clawling at the counter. But you donât look back, not as he fills you so deliciously, effectively fucking you dumb with his cock in your cervix.Â
âWhatâd I miss?â His voice snaps you out of your daydream, head picking up to see Yunho on the other side of the counter, leaning against it with his chin in his palm. Heâs smiling, an eyebrow raised, eyes dark and cold. His eyes raise to Mingi behind you, âHowâd you sleep?âÂ
Mingiâs chuckle sends a rush of adrenaline down your spine, reaching where his palm stays heavy pressed above your ass. âSlept good,â he responds, voice too fucking nonchalant, âYou tagging in?âÂ
You cry out as he stills himself inside you, the full length of him reaching your tummy. He grabs you by your elbows, pulling you up to his chest, and your eyes fall on Yunho.Â
Heâs smiling, shrugging. As if you werenât being torn apart in front of him. âI like the view, donât mind watching.âÂ
You curse loud as Mingi pulls out, pushing himself all the way back in, his pace brutal as he holds your arms behind your back. His voice holds a steady clarity that makes you shiver, âCome here. Make her cum.â You clench around him, head dropping forward, and he holds your arms a little tighter. âShe wants it, just squeezed me so fuckinâ hard.âÂ
Yunho, shirtless, sweatpants hung low on his hips, walks around the counter to where you stood, pressing a kiss to Mingiâs lips. Mingi loosens his grip on your arms as Yunho deepens it, his hands on Mingiâs neck, the two all teeth and tongue. You can feel the pit in your stomach forming as he fucks into you steadily, you didnât think you needed Yunhoâs aid at all in making you finish.Â
But he falls to his knees anyway, hands spreading you before him, watching as Mingiâs cock slides in and out of your cunt. His eyes gloss over, pupils dilating, tongue poking out between his lips to run over the bottom one, red and swollen already.Â
âTaste her,â Mingi says from behind you, his pace not faltering once, âTaste us.âÂ
Yunhoâs eyes flicker to yours before heâs leaning in, sticking his tongue out flat, with each one of Mingiâs thrusts you rock forward, clit dragging against his tongue, over his nose. Your legs shake at the stimulation, at the pleasure, Mingiâs cock drilling into you in combination with Yunhoâs wet, hot mouth on your clit, you wouldnât last long at all.Â
âDonât stop until I cum,â Mingi orders and your whole body clenches at the command behind his voice. Iced out and clear, he knew exactly what he was doing, you donât know what the fuck happened last night but you were so fucking grateful it did.Â
Yunhoâs hands are still spreading you, knees planted on the tile as you rock against him without any will of your own, body shaking between the two of them, your orgasm so close you could taste it on your tongue.Â
âAsk me,â Mingi says from behind you and he sounds ragged, rough. Your mind is blank, eyes unblinking and seeing nothingâ he pulls your arms tighter, skin slapping against yours, âAsk me or you wonât fucking cum.âÂ
âPlease,â you heave, sounding more fucked out than you ever have, âCan I please cum?âÂ
His teeth find your shoulder, clamping down on your skin and you nearly fold. Your eyes screw shut in an attempt not to cum, words slurring together, âPleaseletmecum!âÂ
Mingi licks where he bit you, âCum for me, baby. Go ahead.âÂ
Yunhoâs hands slide to your thighs and you thank god he keeps his grip on you as he and Mingi push you over the edge. Your knees buckle as your orgasm hits its peak, upper body crumbling, the only thing keeping you from falling was Mingiâs grip on your arms.Â
You werenât sure if sound was leaving you, if you could see, if you could hear, and Yunho still didnât stop. Your orgasm drags on as your clit is mercilessly dragged over his tongue, his nose, his chin, Mingiâs cock still fucking into you brutally.Â
âSo fucking wet,â he huffs in your ear, keeping you close to his chest, âGonna fill you up, give you what you want. You want it?âÂ
You nod, breath staggered, voice raw. âNeed it, Min, please.âÂ
He growls again, teeth hooking onto the back of your neck, biting down hard as his hips stutter, filling you with warm, heavy load. Yunhoâs tongue falls lower to where you and Mingi meet, throwing your thigh over his shoulder as Mingi pulls out, eating every last drop of your mixed release.Â
Youâre crying now, a cursing whining mess, Mingiâs forearm wrapped around your torso as he watches Yunho over your shoulder, keeping you steady, Yunho holding you open. Your head is fuzzy as it falls back on Mingiâs chest, breath heaving, tears streaming down to your jaw, falling onto your chest.Â
Yunho pulls away, licking his lips, and immediately their hands are on you. Soft, comforting, yours.Â
âAlive?â Mingi asks, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, over where heâd bitten you.Â
You nod, dazed, and Yunhoâs kissing down your thigh, rubbing the other one. Mingi pulls your hair off your face, off your neck, his voice airy, âThat was really hot.âÂ
âDo it again,â you sniff, one hand wiping at your chest, the other falling into Yunhoâs hair below you, âDo that to me again and never stop doing it.âÂ
Mingi laughs, pressing another kiss to the side of your head. Yunho stands, leaning back against the counter, and you eye him carefully, eyes showing him you were serious.Â
âI donât have anything to do today,â his lips curl upward, devious.Â
âNeither do we,â you respond, finally unsticking from Mingi, legs wobbly as you take a step forward.Â
Mingi grabs onto your waist in fear that youâd fall. âLook at you, you want to go again?âÂ
You turn around fully, his face flushed, stray hairs stuck to his forehead. Beautiful. You press a quick kiss to his lips before saying, âItâs research. Seeing how much I can actually take.âÂ
His eyes lift, meeting Yunhoâs gaze over your head, âSee what I mean? Insatiable. Sheâll fuck us dry.âÂ
A smile breaks across your face and Yunho laughs behind you, a warmth pooling in your stomach that this is what youâve been waiting for. Fear no longer lived inside you when you looked at Yunho, for what your feelings were becoming, for what lived in the future. You had everything you needed on either side of you, and that was more than enough.Â
The following weeks had become routine.Â
It didnât matter if you worked or not. Waking up sandwiched between two bodies, coming home to one if not two in your living room, in your kitchen, tucked away in your bedroom, fast asleep. If Mingi wasnât home yet, you went to Yunhoâs place and texted him to meet you there.Â
On the weekends you now had four arms to carry your shopping bags. Farmers market, the mall, grocery shopping, after youâd arrive home and make dinner together, youâd end up on the couch, so close to finishing your Marvel Marathon. Now that youâre spending so much time together, the MCU seems fast-paced, easy to get through.Â
Save for the nights you donât finish a single movie. When Yunhoâs hand reaches across the back of the couch, circling around Mingiâs neck, or when you lay across Yunhoâs lap a little too provocatively. Those nights are dedicated to the bedroom, when Yunho is teaching the two of you another lesson, when you and Yunho teach Mingi a lesson, when Yunho and Mingi are teaching you a lesson. Even after a movie or sometimes two, a weekday or a weeknight, you still ended up between the two beneath your baby pink comforter.Â
Sometimes you didnât fuck at all. Those nights one of you usually falls asleep on the couch, and the other two drag Sleepy to bed, then the three of you fall asleep tangled, waking up in the same position you fell asleep in. A few times you all planned to go to bed, yawning, eyes drooping as they lost focus on the screen, but once you got to bed you couldnât shut up.Â
Those times ended in conversation, long, deep conversation that kept you awake until the early hours of morning. Those conversations haunt you. The ones that remind you what you were doing, who you were with, what the fuck was happening.Â
Thatâs the one thing always left out, something unspoken.
What the fuck were you doing?Â
None of your friends knew who shared your bed. Not one of your coworkers, childhood friends, your cousins, no one knew that Jeong Yunho was splitting you open on a daily basis, or waking you up in the morning by pressing his lips to your jaw. No one knew about the nights you watched him take Mingi, fucking into him as he fucked into you, or the times you woke up to Mingiâs lips wrapped around his cock just before dawn. You didnât speak a word of the times he comes over with arms full of grocery bags, all the things you usually buy, things you always keep a stock of because he knows.Â
Jeong Yunho pays attention, more than he should. Heâs learned you and Mingi with ease, and not just your bodies. Heâs come to understand how you feel with just a look, or your tone of voice, or your posture. Creepy at first, how heâd verbalize your thoughts, or tell you which part of your body ached, or hand you something you had just looked at. It was terrifying, until it became endearing. Until it felt like he knew you just as well as Mingi knew you.Â
You and Mingi had forgotten what alone time felt like after the second time Yunho sat on your mattress, and neither of you cared. Neither of you wanted it any other wayâ in the beginning, you called.Â
âWhere are you?â Youâd ask over the phone, a hand on your hip, foot tapping against the hardwood of your floor.Â
Yunho furrowed his brows from his apartment, âHome?â
âWhy?â Youâd ask sharply, âCome over.âÂ
And he would. Every single time.Â
Eventually you stopped needing to call.Â
Heâd call Mingi on his way home from work instead, phone on speaker in his car, âDo you guys need anything for dinner? Iâm on my way.âÂ
âJust your sexy ass in our house,â Mingi stuck his tongue out between his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows at you from across the kitchen. You rolled your eyes, a laugh rolling off your lips.Â
You were sure Yunho had the same reaction, a pretty chuckle sounding through the speaker, âIâll be there in fifteen.âÂ
It got to the point where if you did need anything, you texted him far before he left the office. Sometimes you didnât need to ask, he had a mental note of everything in your apartment, he knew where everything was kept, what lived where.Â
A week before the beach trip now, you tried to not let your nerves bite at your neck. You havenât spoken a word with either men in your home about what itâd be like, what youâd act like when you were away for a week with all your friends.Â
Boxes surrounded your living room, an IKEA couch you had just purchased on your last day trip with the two men. You were waiting for Yunho to be off work to put it together, a Friday, the night that has become takeout night before you put on a movie. This one was importantâ you were gonna watch the movie on your new couch, a deep gray color, and youâd tested the armrest thoroughly before buying it.Â
Three knocks sound at the door, and you hop up on your feet from the floor. âThatâs Jihyo,â you say to Mingi before skipping over to the front door, whipping it open.Â
âYouâre so funny,â you say as she comes into view, âItâs always open. Just come in, you donât have to knock like youâre a stranger.âÂ
Jihyo, dark hair covering her expensive clothes, sultry professional makeup enhancing each one of her horrifyingly perfect features. She smiles, stepping inside, âI feel weird just walking in, Jongho and I never leave our door unlocked.â
You snort, âDonât feel weird. This is an open-door-house.âÂ
She slips off her shoes, âNow you sound like Seonghwa.âÂ
âIf we walked in their house without warning theyâd probably throw a block party in our honor,â you giggle, leading her inside.Â
âHey Ji,â Mingi calls from the living room, slicing a box cutter through the cardboard.Â
She waves her greeting before following you to your hallway, into your bedroom. Your eyes scan your space before walking in as if you hadnât checked it thirty times before she came over, there was no sign of Yunho anywhere.Â
You grab the bikini you had laid out on your dresser, a deep purple color with animal print on the bottoms, âIs this the one you were talking about?âÂ
Her entire face lights up, snatching it from your hands, âI canât believe you still have this.âÂ
âI canât believe you want to wear it,â you joke, âI havenât worn that since⊠That week-long beach trip we took right after we graduated college.âÂ
Jihyoâs eyes widened, jaw dropping, her voice turning to a whisper. âThatâs the weekend you rejected that really sexy guy. What was his name? Jae-something?âÂ
âJaehyun,â you nod, lips forming a line at the memory. The boardwalk, then the club, then in front of your hotel, for days he had followed you everywhere, begging for a chance. Gorgeous as he was, cheekbones and the voice of a fucking angel, you had Mingi waiting for you at home.Â
She smacks your shoulder, head tipping back, âStill canât get over that, you loyal bitch.âÂ
You shrug, cheeks warming, âMingi is Mingi, no one can compare.âÂ
âI hope I get hit on by a sexy guy,â she holds up the bikini again, shreds of skinny fabric between her fingers, âMaybe itâll remind Jongho who heâs dating.âÂ
You pop a brow but she rolls her eyes, âHe didnât do anything wrong, I just feel like being messy.âÂ
You snort again, shaking your head, âWell if you want any others, I have about forty college-bikinis on hand.âÂ
âYou better wear one,â she winks before she turns on her heel, exiting your bedroom. Under her breath, she says, âI wanna see Mingi lose his shit, Iâve been dying to see him lose his composure for years now.âÂ
She comes to a stop at the end of your hallway, voice low, âHave you, you know⊠Spiced things up? Like you were planning to at Wooâs going away party?âÂ
Your eyebrows met your hairline, a nervous chuckle pushing past your lips, âOh!â You run a hand through your hair, still chuckling, âYeah, actually, we did.âÂ
Her jaw drops, eyes wide and sparkling, âYou have to tell me all about it when weâre there.âÂ
You nod, ears hot, âI will.âÂ
She claps her hands together, smiling as she turns again, heading straight for your front door, âThanks again for the sexy bikini!âÂ
âText me if you want any more,â you call after her.Â
âI will!â She calls back, âBye Mingi!âÂ
âBye Ji!â And with that, your front door closes.Â
Just to be opened again two minutes later.Â
âGuys, so weird, I just saw Jihyo getting into her car,â Yunhoâs still pointing outside your door with his thumb as he slips his shoes off, slacks hugging his long legs, button-up looking tailored to his lean torso.Â
You nod, already back on the floor, watching as Mingi unboxes the couch, âShe was just here picking up a bikini for the beach house.âÂ
Yunhoâs eyebrows raise, smirk on his lips as he makes his way toward you, âJihyo in a bikini, nice.âÂ
You roll your eyes, but heâs already bending down to plant a kiss on your lips, whispering into your lips, âYouâll look sexier.âÂ
Your cheeks flush as he makes his way to Mingi, planting a kiss on his lips, too. âUnboxing without me? Damn, I just got off work and youâre putting me back to work?âÂ
Mingi flashes him a smile, âItâs IKEA. Itâll take us like ten minutes, tops.âÂ
An hour later, you sat in Yunhoâs old spot, a container of takeout in your hands as you watched the two men you adored bicker over the very clear instructions. It was as if you were watching a sitcom with the way they couldnât figure out how to put it together, blaming each other, cursing when they put it together wrong.Â
It did not, in fact, take ten minutes.Â
Eventually you grew bored of their bickering, rolling your eyes before placing down your food and picking up the instruction manual yourself. After a quick skim of the papers, you took another look at what they had been attempting to do, bickering for ages over it, and sigh.Â
âAre you guys serious?â You looked up at the two of them through slanted brows, and they stare back at you with blank looks, sweat kissing their foreheads.Â
You drop the instruction manual to the hardwood, bending down between them, and screw the two parts of the couch that actually go together with the alan key provided. Mingi immediately looks up at Yunho, âThatâs exactly what I told you to do and you said I was wrong.âÂ
âI did not say not to put thatââ
You tune them out, flipping the couch over on your own, throwing the cushions that had more than enough time to fluff out onto the frame. Theyâre still bickering as you cross the room, picking up your container of takeout, and sitting center of the couch you finished putting together.Â
âHave we ever told you that youâre super sexy?â Yunho says, taking his spot on your right. You roll your eyes, feeding him a bite of food from your container.Â
âMaybe once or twice,â you say, watching as Mingi starts breaking down the boxes, stuffing the styrofoam and plastic into a garbage bag.Â
Mingi stands tall before you, his hands stretched out in front of him in annoyance, âWhat, you two think that just because the couch is together thereâs nothing left to do?âÂ
âCome eat,â you say softly, holding up the container of food, âYou did enough, my love. We can clean up later.âÂ
He drops the garbage bag immediately, dropping himself on the couch to your left, opening his mouth as soon as his ass meets the cushions.Â
You feed him a bite too, a smile on your cheeks, and he grabs the remote from the floor beside you. He turns on the tv, and the three of you sit like that for what feels like forever. Random show playing, all eating out of the same container, contented and comfortable because you all felt at home.Â
Two days later, you were the last one to wake up. Something that rarely happens, but they had used you to their heartâs desire the night before, almost fucking you out of consciousness completely. You woke up sore. The smell of coffee coming from the kitchen, you willed yourself out of bed, one of Yunhoâs tee shirts covering your body, hair probably matted at the back of your head. You didnât care. They didnât care.Â
Yunho stood behind the kitchen counter, hair wet, beads of water sliding down the center of his chest, towel tied around his waist. He must have just gotten out of the shower, you think maybe he has plans today. You find Mingi in the living room, nothing but boxers on his hips, laying horizontally on the couch as he watches a YouTube video on his phone.Â
âGoodmorning sunshine,â Yunho says with a smile as you stumble into the kitchen, eyes still hazy with exhaustion, your mind still fogged.Â
You stumble into him, hitting his bare, damp chest with your forehead, and he wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. âFeeling okay? Sore anywhere?âÂ
âEverywhere,â you moan, and you hear Mingi giggle from the living room. A smile curls at your lips, a giggle wanting to escape you, too.Â
âAw,â Yunho cooes, pressing another kiss to your head, âWant me to kiss it better?âÂ
You look up at him through your lashes, feigning irritation, âThat would be nice of you, since you were the one that caused it.âÂ
âYou didnât say Kiwi, donât give me that,â he takes another sip of coffee from his mug, the one that has only been used by him the past month, then hands it to you. You take a sip, letting the warmth rejuvenate you, the sting of the caffeine buzzing your heart back to life.Â
He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, and the muted groan of your front door opening has your heart falling to the tiled floor.Â
âIâm here!â Jihyo calls through your apartment, and you pull away from Yunho, jumping back a massive five feet.Â
Fuck.Â
You rush around your counter, Mingi sitting up on the couch with wide eyes, Yunho sliding back behind the wall so he stays hidden.Â
Jihyo walks in with a smile on her face, she sees Mingi first. âEw, why are you naked?âÂ
She then turns, seeing you in all your glory, and her smile shifts into a smirk fast. âOh.âÂ
You smile nervously, âI forgot you were coming, Iâm so sorry.âÂ
âYou suck,â she lifts her lip in annoyance, âI was so excited to just barge in here like you told me to, and here you are, clearly just fucked. What if I walked in when you were mid-fucking?âÂ
Your hand finds your hair, awkwardly scratching at your scalp, forcing a laugh between your teeth, âIâm sorry, my bad, seriously. I have your other bikini, come here.âÂ
She follows you into your bedroom, thankfully not looking behind her as she snickers to herself on your heel. âCant believe I caught you,â she mumbles to herself, âItâs nine in the morning, you freaks.âÂ
âTo be fair we were fucking last night, not this morning,â you hold up a finger, opening the bikini drawer in your dresser.Â
âGirl,â she says, and the word sends a shiver down your spine, your back straightening at the tone. You whip around and sheâs pointing at your mattress, at the tee crumpled across the foot of it or the hitachi wand laying on top, you werenât sure.Â
The shirt was Yunhoâs. An old tee from college, the same college they all went to, but youâve only seen Yunho with it on. You werenât sure if anyone else even owned the shirt.Â
âYou really spiced shit up, a wand?â She squeals, âHavenât seen one of these bad boys in years.âÂ
You will your heart rate to slow, you could feel the thump in your fucking throat. You force a smile, chuckling awkwardly, turning back around to face your bikini drawer before your face reveals your thoughts.Â
She continues, âGod, I can remember all the times Iâve experienced a wand so vividly. That same guy I told you about at Wooâs going away party, damn I miss his freak sometimes.âÂ
You shake your head, searching through your swimsuits to find the one she texted you for yesterday, âJust buy one and tell Jongho what to do with it.âÂ
The groan of annoyance she lets out is nostalgic. âI donât want to have to tell him what to do, I want him to just know.âÂ
You smirk to yourself, knowing youâll never have that problem again. You pull out the bikini you were looking for, a micro top, micro bottoms, damn near string. You wondered how Jihyo was even going to fit all of her assets into this.Â
You couldnât wait to see her try.Â
âFound it,â you hold the black string out to your friend, hoping your smile didnât look full of relief that she can leave now.
âThank you,â she tips her head back as she grabs the bikini with two hands, sounding like youâd just handed her a million dollars, âJongho might actually fucking die when he sees me in this.âÂ
âI think Mingi and Y- I might die when we see you in it, too,â you want to curse. You want to slap your hand over your mouth. How were you going to survive four days at the beach without anyone knowing anything?Â
âYou know,â she lowers her voice, moving closer to you, âIf I didnât have Jongho and you and Mingi were looking for a third, Iâd be first to volunteer.âÂ
Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. âIâThank you?â You tilt your head, ghost of a smile on your face, confused but entertained, unsure exactly how you were supposed to take that.Â
âUgh, I canât wait to see Sana,â she turns on her heel, heading for your hallway, and you cringe at the idea of Yunho being in eyesight. âShe said she thinks Wooyoung is proposing soon, you know. By the way, any updates on when Mingi mightââ
She stops dead in her tracks.Â
You nearly stumble straight into her.Â
âOh shit,â she whispers, and you slide around her, catching Yunho who was mid-walk to the living room with the towel still on his fucking waist.Â
He looks like a deer caught in headlights, Mingi looks between the three of you, face completely lost.
She turns around, slowly.Â
âYou really did spice shit up.âÂ
âItâs not what it looks like,â is the first thing that leaves your lips, a quick-witted rescue with not a single stutter, âHis bathroom is getting fixed, he has no water. He's just here to shower.âÂ
She pouts, âMan, I thought I stumbled onto something juicy. I thought it was his shirt when I saw it on your bed, you know, underneath the vibratââ
âItâs Mingiâs shirt,â you wave a hand, forcing yet another smile on your face. You lick your lips, reminding yourself that Yunho lives twenty minutes away while Hongjoong and Seonghwa are just ten from his apartment. If all he needed to was shower, he could just go there.
Jihyo turns back around, laughing now, pointing to Yunho and Mingi in the living room. âI would have believed it, with how close yâall are,â sheâs still giggling as you guide her to the front door, âThatâs not a bad idea. You should keep that in mind.âÂ
âBye Ji,â you run a hand through your hair as she slips her shoes on, âText me if you need another âkini.âÂ
âI might ask to borrow that wand,â she winks as she opens the front door.Â
You close it behind her, yelling, âBuy your own, nasty!âÂ
You get the door closed with your back pressed flat against it, releasing the heaviest breath youâve ever taken. You close your eyes for a second, letting the reality of the situation sink in, before youâre pushing off the door and marching into the living room.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me she was coming over?â Yunho bites as soon as you enter his vision. Voice sharp and eyes wild, he was pissed. Actually pissed.Â
âClearly I forgot,â you raise both your hands, meeting his energy, âAnd we would have gotten away with it if you listened.âÂ
âYou were quiet in there!â He argues, âI moved because I thought the coast was clear.âÂ
âThe coast was clear the entire time we were in there, Yunho,â your hand points to the hallway.Â
He runs both hands through his hair, pacing around your living room, âDo you think she believed you?âÂ
âProbably,â you shrug, âHopefully.âÂ
âCan I ask a question?â Mingi asks from the couch, holding up a finger. When you and Yunho stare at him with fires in your eyes, he blinks. âWhy are you arguing about this? Who cares if she knows?âÂ
Your lips part, ready to argue, but you didnât have an answer. You turn to Yunho.Â
His eyebrows are raised, a smile on his face that reads disbelief, âWho cares if she knows? Letâs just tell the whole friend group that weâre fucking, because that will go over well.âÂ
Mingi turns to you, confusion written in the knit of his brow. Weâre still just fucking?Â
You give him the smallest of shrugs. I guess so.Â
Mingi turns to Yunho, âI donât think we would say that.âÂ
Yunho cocks his head, brows fusing together as he looks between the two of you, âWhat else is there to say?â
Mingi meets your eye again, brows raised. Oh.Â
Your lips purse. Guess weâre just fucking.Â
Mingi frowns, and you give him a small, sad smile.Â
âDonât do the thing,â Yunho points a finger between the two of you, âWhere you talk in your heads and you leave me out of the conversation. Donât do that.â
âOkay,â you heave a sigh, walking towards the couch, taking your spot next to Mingi. âWe wonât.âÂ
Yunho laughs, âAnd now itâs you two versus me? Because I donât want Jihyo to know my business?âÂ
âI donât want her to know our business either,â you bite back, voice equally as sharp. âThatâs why I lied, since itâs your shirt crumpled on our bed under the vibrator and you walking around our apartment half naked.âÂ
âHey,â Mingi interjects in an attempt to be stern, âRelax, both of you, Jesus. What is going on right now?âÂ
âIâm going to get dressed,â Yunho huffs, turning on his heel to your bedroom, where he already had a drawer full of his clothes.Â
When heâs out of earshot, Mingi turns to you, wide-eyed. âWhat the fuck just happened?âÂ
You shrug, anger settling into the shape of your jaw. âI think we just broke up.â Your hands curl at your sides so you fold your arms over your chest, âBut apparently there was nothing to break up in the first place.â
synopsis âł âan arranged marriage with the man the entire land is afraid of. the man with a crimson eye. they call him the grim reaper. cold, ruthless, unforgiving. yet you are drawn to him, curious to see the man hiding behind the cold, hard exterior. and the man behind is hauntingly beautiful but your forever with him is not promised.â
pairing âł husband general!seungcheol/ x wife noblewoman!reader
genre âł historical romance (joseon era), angst, pining, smut.
wc âł 25.4k + 1040 (patreon)
warnings âł blood, mentions of war, scars, minor character death, attachment issues, arranged marriage, mentions of cheating, severe injury, miscommunication. cheol is an ass in the first half, reader is lowkey a simp, jealousy, big dicc cheol, bondage, virgin sex, rough, unprotected sex, fingering, teasing, edging, dirty talking, praise kink.
a/n: this is a work of fiction, so take this with a grain of salt. it will be historically inaccurate, so my apologies beforehand. (also, surprise?? posting it a day early hehe)
glossary:
Jangot â Veil-like cloak for women
Binyeo â Decorative hairpin
Yakgwa â Honey-ginger cookie
Jeonbok â Traditional sleeveless vest for men
Dasik â Pressed tea cookie
Jeogori â Upper garment or jacket
Chima â Skirt worn by women
Baduk â Strategy board game (Go)
Daenggi â Ribbon for braids
Hour of the Ox â 1:00â3:00 AM
Hour of the Tiger â 3:00â5:00 AM
Orabeoni â Respectful term for older brother
+82 some miracle
only listen to my general
âDaughter, this is General Choi Seungcheol, your betrothed. Greet him properly,â your father commands softly, his eyes trained on you.
Your breath stutters in your chest.
Whether from the loaded tension in the air, the silence of the room or your future husbandâs penetrating eyes on you, you are unsure.Â
His eyesâŠ
You saw them once, a long, long time ago, and you remember them in explicit detail because they are heterochromatic. His right iris is red, a shade of fiery crimson that is scary but also hypnotizingâa stark contrast to his left iris, which is pure black.Â
You wish it were only his eyes that were lethal. Unfortunately for you, it is his presence itself. It is the way he silently sits there, poised and alert, holding his sword in his right hand and softly drumming his left index finger on his knee, as if telling you to hurry up. It is the way his face remains unreadable, a porcelain white canvas containing a pair of eyes fiercer than a mountain lion's, a sharp nose that is slightly crooked on the left, and pink lips that are pressed in a thin line. The most daunting of it all, the scar on the right side of his face, just below his eye and on top of his cheekbone. It is no more than a couple of inches long, but the gash looks deep, even after it has healed and imagining the pain behind that curse rakes shivers down your spine.Â
Finally, you snap out of your reverie.
With a shaky exhale, you bow down and speak as humbly as possible. âPlease accept my greetings, my lord. It is a pleasure to meet you.â
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Choi Seungcheol is well known throughout the kingdom, highly feared and revered. In fact, many hold him in the same regard as the king, which is not unfair or surprising. He is the Minister of War and the General of the royal military, the right-hand man of the King and his most trusted subject. Since his boyhood, he demonstrated excellent swordsmanship, and paired with his keen intellect and faultless war strategies, he quickly rose through the ranks and became the King's favourite. His name spread far and wide after he brought victory to the nation in two consecutive wars. He attended the first one when he was only eighteen, and he became infamous for that.
That war with the nearby enemy nation was extremely brutal, as it took away the lives of many of the best men in the military. When Seungcheol returned to the capital with the enemy Generalâs head in his hands, he was a changed man who had altered the course of history. Bloodied, beaten and bruised, he sported the deep scar on his face, fresh and bleeding.Â
Rumours spread from there. Though he brought the nation victory, the townspeople gossiped about everything from his scar, his crimson eye, to his temper, claiming that he was a madman or possessed by an evil spirit.Â
You have heard a few things from your father, too. He has agreed that the war changed the man, rightfully so. As the state minister, your father saw firsthand how brutal and merciless the war was till the last moment. So much so that he stepped down from his position afterwards.
He lost his son in the war, after all. Your older brother, whom you vaguely remember because you were only eight at that time.Â
Nothing was the same after his passing. Your father lost his spark, your mother became quiet and indifferent, and the house fell into a deathly silence that felt haunted. The silence still lingers, fourteen years later.Â
It has been a long time, so long that sometimes you feel like those days never existed. Yet, you remember them vividly: the pain of your motherâs death four years after your brothers, the remaining light dissipating from your father's eyes and the house falling into a perpetuating state of darkness, a place where everyone remained silent, from the slaves to the master. A place that never truly was illuminated, even during the brightest days of summer. A place that you had to call home but wasnât your home. It was a graveyard where you floated through, watching the world outside bathe and shine with colours when the second war was won, when the king became the father of a boy, when the economy flourished. Seasons passed and years went by, yet your house never celebrated a holiday or a special occasion.Â
You saw your father survive each day, haunted by his past and unaware of the present. Every day, he would see students from morning till noon, fulfilling his duties as a scholar before retiring to his room and staying there till the next morning.
The only time you saw some life in him was three years ago, when he called you one day in his chamber to announce that you would get married to Choi Seungcheol once he returned from his three-year trip to another country. Choi Seungcheol, the General of the Royal Military. The man with heterochromatic eyes, who came to your brotherâs funeral years ago.
Thatâs how you have remembered him. The man with two different colored eyes, who stood in the rain with a grim expression on his face as they lowered your brother into the ground.
Over the years, you have heard notorious things about him. He has gained an infamous reputation among the townspeople. Many people believe that he is insane and that he murders people for fun. Word goes around that he is a womanizer, a man without a heart, a man who did not spare his own brother and executed him for treason.
You donât know how much of this is true.
It all might be true; he just might be the devil living in a human body, but funnily enough, you do not care.
You will do anything to get out of this house. Living here for the past fourteen years has been like being buried alive. You are breathing, yet you donât feel aliveâyou donât remember the last time you felt that way, if ever.
And if a diabolical, insane man is your ticket out of this grave, you will take it. You will accept it with open arms and a smile on your face.
âÂ
The marketplace is crowded.
You gently tread through the throng of people, holding your jangot over your head as you eye the stalls leisurely, nothing in particular catching your attention.Â
âMy lady,â Jihye whispers, walking alongside you. âYou have been circling the market for the past half an hour. What are you even looking for?â
A dejected sigh flows past your lips.Â
Last time you came to the market, a pretty flower binyeo caught your eye. You had not received your salary yet at that time, and so, you could not purchase the piece. You had aimed to buy that binyeo today, but now that you've received your pay, it's no longer available. You have been scouring the market ever since, looking for something similar, but there is none.
âYou know what, let us buy some yakgwa and head home,â you say, looking for a snack shop. Jihye smiles, her eyes flickering excitedly at your mention of buying sweets.
A few feet ahead of you, you spot a sweet shop. Instead of focusing on the plethora of sweets laid out, your gaze travels to the right, stopping on two men standing by that shop, their backs facing you.
Something about the tall, broad man dressed in black makes you stop in your tracks. Particularly, his long ebony hair feels oddly familiar to you.Â
The man shifts a little, and you catch the slightest glimpse of his side profile through the busy street. Immediately, you squeak and hide behind a nearby stall.
It is General Choi, your husband-to-be.
âMy lady, what is wrong?â Jihye hovers around you worriedly. Without looking away from the man, you dig into the sleeve of your hanbok, fishing out some coins and handing them to Jihye.Â
âHere. Go buy as much yakgwa as you want.â You murmur, pushing her towards the shop while you get more comfortable in your hiding spot.
You donât even know why you are hiding. You did not do anything wrong, and you surely have no reason to spy on your future husband in the middle of a busy marketplace.
Still, you continue observing him converse with the other gentleman. His stance is poised and powerful as always, and dressed head to toe in his signature black military clothes, he looks like death itself. Haunting but hypnotizing; which would explain why you cannot look away.Â
And then, suddenly, he turns around, locking his eyes with you straight, as if he knew exactly where you were hiding.Â
With a gasp of mortification and terror, you immediately whip your head away and bump into a passerby. Bowing your head in an apology, you let the woman pass through before tentatively turning your head back to the street.
Choi Seungcheol stands right behind you.
âAh!â You yelp, taken aback and stumble a few steps behind. He reaches out immediately and grabs your elbow in a flash, saving you from the fall.
Flushed and breathless, you gape at him like a fish out of water.
He has the usual grim and unamused look on his face, peering down at you almost like he is judging you. His hair is tied up in a half bun, and his bangs frame half of his face, covering his odd eye and the scar. It is a shame, you find yourself thinking as you observe the rest of his face, counting the moles on his pale skin.
It is when he lets you go that you realize he had been holding onto you all this time, and you stood there like a statue.
How unladylike!
First, he catches you spying on him, and nowâÂ
âMy apologies, my Lord.â You immediately take several steps back, putting a safe distance between the two of you. Full of shame, you keep your head low as you murmur, âI was simply startled to see you.â
âIt seems that you were spying on me.â His voice is smooth and rich, calm and authoritative. âNo!â You gasp. âI was justâŠumâŠlooking. I thought youâŠahâŠlooked somewhat familiarâŠâ
He cocks a thick brow in amusement, the faintest smirk creeping up on his lips.Â
What are you even saying?
Cringing at your own words, you press your lips shut and scowl at the ground, cursing the heavens for your predicament.
âYou are not at the palace today?â He asks. You welcome the change of topic with great relief.
"No, my Lord. I asked for a break from my duties this week as I am preparing for the wedding.â
With no mother or close female relatives, it is up to you to prepare your wedding.Â
Generally, you do not like skipping work. It has been two months since you secured a job at the palace after a lot of struggle. Your father was not very happy with the idea of you working, especially in the palace, but he ultimately gave in.Â
You work as a teacher to the children under the head court lady of the palace, teaching them how to read and write while they train to be future court ladies. Sometimes you also work as a bookkeeper for the royal library, but that is something you do voluntarily and out of your love for reading. The pay is not very much, but it gives you a sense of freedom and identity, something you struggled to find for the last twenty-two years.
âHead Court Lady Yeo speaks very highly of you.â General Choi states. You do not understand whether he meant it positively or negatively, given his flat tone. Confused, you chuckle awkwardly. âIt is a pleasure to work under her guidance. She is very patient andââ
Suddenly, Seungcheol reaches out to you, grabbing you by the arm and harshly tugging you towards him. Completely oblivious as to what is happening, you bump into his chest as his arms snake around you, protectively holding your body next to his.
Less than half a second later, a man riding a horse whooshes by, yelling out apologies to all the people for his rowdy horse. Dear Lord, you were about to be trampled by a horse if not for him.
âAre you alright?âÂ
His voice makes you look up at him, wide-eyed and panting. It takes a moment for you to realize that he is holding you against his chest, his warm hand resting on your shoulder in a protective grip while your hands rest on his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his jeonbok for support.
With your heart pounding loudly in your ears, it takes you yet another moment to remember how inappropriate this is, the way you are pressed against him. In a flash, you free yourself from his hold and shuffle back, murmuring a mortified apology. At the same time, you hate how much you miss his touch on you.
How odd.
âMy lady, are you alright!â Jihye comes running down the street, a packet of confectionery in her hands.Â
âY-yes, I am okay. Let us get going.â You announce, immediately turning away from General Choi, desperate to escape this mortifying situation.
âHold on.â The deep baritone of his voice steals a breath from your lips. Your body instinctively listens to his command, and you carefully look behind to see him picking up your jangot, which you probably dropped earlier and were about to leave without.
Once more, you cringe at your clumsiness as you watch him brush off the dirt before extending the material towards you. With shaky hands, you reach for it. âThank you, my Lord. I wish you a pleasant day.â
The next second, you rush out of the marketplace as if the grim reaper himself were chasing after you. Behind you, Jihye struggles to keep up, but you couldn't care less, hiding your face in embarrassment.
That night, under the blanket, you lie wide awake. The memory of General Choiâs hand on your body and his chest pressed against yours keeps repeating in your head in a loop. A foreign, warm sensation pools in your belly, and you find yourself shamefully fantasizing about your future husband, forsaking slumber.
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You got married today.Â
According to the elders of the town, it is one of the most important days of your life, yet it felt like every otherâquick and ordinary. Probably because the groom was barely there.
During noon, he came in to fulfil the basic rituals before marching out, leaving a note for you with Jihye. The work in the palace is too demanding, so he must go. He would see you tonight at his place. That was all he said.
Hours later, night has fallen and you are now in his home.
You sit alone in a chamber prepared especially for you. His servants made sure you were comfortable, helping you bathe and prepare for the first night with your husband before leaving you alone to sit with your thoughts and hear the hum of the crickets in the nearby forest.
You declined their offer to serve you dinner. It is only appropriate to wait for your husband and share the first meal together.Â
Adorned in fine silk and pretty ribbons, you sit and wait for your husband to come, watching the flame of the candle dancing and melting away the wax.Â
You are nervous. It is your first night with your husband. You, who has never even looked at a man for a second too long. You are now married to one of the most feared men in the kingdom. You have heard people talk about his ruthlessness in bed. Apparently, the girls in the brothel talk about it all the time, especially when he visits. Jihye said that whoever spends the night with him needs an entire day to recover.
âLady Choi,â Head Servant Yang suddenly calls your name before opening the door. âMaster has arrived. He is taking a bath currently.â
You snap out of the thoughts of bedding your husband and give her a shy smile. âCould you please set the table then?â
âOf course.â The elderly woman bows and walks out of the room, arranging for dinner to be set in your chamber.
Ten minutes after the dinner is served, General Choi walks into the room. Fresh out of the bath, he is dressed in his nightwear and his hair is tied up in a neat bun, giving you an uninterrupted view of his face. Once again, you find yourself hypnotised by his heterochromatic eyes.
âYou did not have dinner?â He asks, sitting down in front of you. His movement is as graceful as always, silent yet stealthy. His posture is upright, the muscles of his shoulders taught as he sits and regards you with careful eyes.
âI was waiting for you, my Lord.â You reply meekly.
âYou should not have,â he states, his tone almost condescending. âI am sure Head Servant Yang informed you that I return from work late most days.â
âToday is a special day, is it not?â You find yourself speaking boldly. Your words are firm like the gaze in your eyes, and for a long moment, the chamber is plunged into suffocating silence.
General Choi keeps looking down at you, his gaze as intimidating as ever, and you half expect him to draw his sword from its sheath and slice your head off. Instead, his lips curl upwards, and a noise of amusement leaves his throat.Â
âLady Choi, you seem upset.â He states, his voice half challenging and half something you cannot pinpoint. Sarcasm? Threat?
Unsure how to reply to that, you bite your lip and stare at the food laid out in front of you. All your appetite is gone now.
âLet me tell you something, Lady Choi.â Your husband leans closer to you over the table. Something about the way he utters your title forces you to meet his gaze. Like always, the fierce look in his eyes steals away your breath.
The man is hauntingly beautiful.
âI am certain you have some expectations from this marriage, and I cannot hold that against you. However, let me inform you now, I will not be able to fulfil your expectations, whatever they may be. So, I suggest you completely let go of your expectations, for your own good.â
What? You are sure no woman in Joseonâs history ever had to hear these words on her wedding night.
âMy Lord, I do not understand.â
He does not bother clarifying his words. Instead, the look in his eyes shifts, his gaze sharpening on you. Lazily, he pours himself a drink from the pitcher and chugs it down.
âI know what this marriage means to you.â
You hold your breath and watch him, alarmed. He smirks. âIt means freedom. It is your way out of that house. So, let this marriage be just that. A way out for you and a duty obliged for me.â
Well, consummating the marriage is also a duty. So is spending time with your wife and sharing a meal with her on your wedding night. You want to yell the words out, but you press your lips shut and stare at him, still processing what is happening.
âAs long as we maintain our boundaries, this will be a great union,â he announces almost like he is reassuring you. You feel anything but that.
You feel abandoned, yet again.
âYou should eat now,â he says, standing up. âI will retire for the night.â Without sparing another glance at you, he leaves the room. For a long moment, you silently sit in your place, your fancy garment and jewellery suddenly becoming too heavy on your skin. Ignoring the sensation, you reach for the rice, nibbling on the grains with your chopsticks.
You do not understand why tears prick your eyes.
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The next morning, an unknown man waits for you as you step out of your chamber and put on your shoes, ready to leave for the palace.
Your husband had left early in the morning, and while the news hurt you slightly, it also left you with relief. After last night, you have not had enough time to process your emotions to face him.
The strange man bows as he sees you approaching. âGreetings, Lady Choi. I am San. As per General Choiâs orders, I shall accompany you from now on for your safety.â Stupefied, you blink at the man. His build and posture indicate that he is a military person, but you do not understand why your husband would have someone guard you.
âMy husband put you up to this?â You raise a brow. âWhy?â
âI am afraid I cannot say. It was his order.â
You narrow your eyes at him. âSo, from now on, you will what? Follow me everywhere?â
âYes. Whenever you need to go out, I shall accompany you.â
âIs someone trying to kill me?â You ask, point blank, blinking at him.
San makes a noise of surprise before an awkward laugh spills from his lips. âO-of course not, my lady.â You keep eyeing the strange man with suspicion as you start heading for the front door. âAlright then, let us leave.â
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You bump into your husband at the palace.
At noon, when the sun is high in the sky, you finish teaching the young girls. Then, you head to the library to cool off and see if the head librarian needs any help. With no new work for you, Librarian Kim serves you some tea and sweets, congratulating you on your marriage. On your way out, he gives you some dasik to take home and share with your husband.
The husband who seems to want to do nothing with you.
With gratitude, you take the sweets and head out of the library, done with your day's work at the palace. That is when you see him. Below the steps of the library building, he approaches, followed by two other men, all dressed in uniforms. Their movements are quick and determined, almost like they are on a military mission.
General Choi takes notice of you as he climbs the stairs. Flustered and oddly shy, your first instinct is to hide. With no place to do that, you stand your ground and bow, âMy Lordââ
He walks past as if he did not see you.
You stand rooted to your spot, blinking at the ground.
What just happened?
He ignored you. He blatantly ignored you. His wife. There is no way he did not see you. He did. His eyes met yours, and he held your gaze before looking away.
Hurt and humiliated, you stand there for several long moments, the sun scorching your back. You are tempted to storm back into the library and demand why he did that, but you know better than that.
For one, there is always the danger of him chopping your head off. You heard he once cut off a manâs head just for looking at him too long.
The other issue is more personal. Walking in there would make you look desperate, especially in front of others. You are supposed to be a newlywed happy wife, not someone who chases after her husband when he ignores her in public. The thought makes you feel like pins prickling your heart.
Once more in your life, you are insignificant. You are the lesser one, the one who can be forgotten, overlooked.
With boulders forming in your heart, you head home.
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Your husband returned home late today as well.
You had your dinner long ago, and Jihye prepared your bed for you. However, you did not get under the covers. In the dimly lit space of your bedchamber, you have been sitting with your head on your knees, curled up in a corner and watching the candle burn.
No matter how hard you try, you fail to get past the incident earlier today. You simply cannot comprehend why your husband would ignore you like that.
Your curiosity gets the better of you. With a resolved breath, you step out of your room and walk into his bedchamber. You knock at his door. âMy Lord, may I come in?â
A beat of silence. âYes.â
Opening the doors, you find Seungcheol tying the knot of his undershirt. The material is thin and white, giving you a pretty decent glimpse of his silhouette. Flustered, you immediately lower your gaze and shake your head at yourself.Â
You did not think this through. Of course, he would be in his sleepwear, like you.
Shit.
It takes you another second to realize you, too, are in your sleepwear. A thin white top over your underskirt. With the realization dawning on you, you cross your arms over your chest and look up at him, conflicted and embarrassed.
Like always, his face gives nothing away. In the calmest of tones, he questions, âDid you need something from me?â
âUhmâŠwellâŠâ Once again, you get distracted by the visual of your husband. In the dimly lit room, he appears even more stunning, the light of the candle casting strange shadows on his figure, contouring his muscles underneath the thin fabric. With his long, black hair undone, some strands fall on his face, covering his eyes. Through the curtain of his hair, his odd eye shines exceptionally bright in the darkness, stealing your breath.
âI am sure the reason for your visit is not to stare at me, Lady Choi.â He states once more, and you finally snap out of your thoughts.
Closing the door behind you, you gather all your resolve and stand straight. âMy apologies. I wanted to talk to you.â
âI am all ears.â He says, not looking at you. He busies himself by placing his sword next to his mat and sitting down comfortably.
âWhy did you ignore me today at the palace?â You get straight to the point. The man turns to look at you slowly, his eyes sharpening ever so slightly. Despite him sitting, you feel as if he is towering over you, and you cannot help but hold your breath, waiting for whatever is to come. Something flashes in his eyes, and once again, you do not know what it is. Rage? Annoyance? Amusement?
You have no clue.
âIt seems that you are disappointed, Lady Choi.â He finally replies, his tone containing that tinge of amusement he has with you. Like you are a circus monkey whose action provides him with fleeting, insignificant pleasure.Â
You wait for him to elaborate, but he does not, looking at you with a challenging stare. You hate howâŠdiplomatic he is all the time. âWhy did you do it?â You repeat, trying to appear as stern as possible, which is almost comical. In front of you is the man people call the grim reaper.
General Choi shifts his position, resting his arm on his knee before fixing his gaze back on you. His tone is quiet, serious. âLet me tell you something, Lady Choi. In public, we are not to acknowledge each other. Do you understand me?â
The ground has been snatched from beneath your feet. You fall into an endless pit, your heart crushing into tiny bits with each of his words. Why? Why would he say something like that?
âWhy?â You donât mask the hurt and desperation in your voice. He ignores you. âIf that was all, you may leave now. I wish to get some rest.â
Tears brim in your eyes. Why does he treat you like this? What crime did you ever commit against him?
Your mouth hangs open, shocked and helpless at his attitude towards you. Defeated, you silently pad back to the door. Before you open it, however, you pause. Slowly, you turn back to him. âWhy did you assign that man to follow me around?â
He does not look at you. âSan is one of the few men I trust. He will keep you safe.â
He has this tendency to never answer your question directly. He dances around it, giving curt, memorized answers. It feels like you are talking to a wall, frustrating and pointless. The next words slip past your lips thoughtlessly and barely above a whisper. âWhy do we not sleep in the same room?â
That finally gets his attention. He slowly turns his head to look at you, his pupils wide with shock. Like, he cannot believe that you just said that.Â
Right. Why did you say that out loud?
You look away in embarrassment, cringing at your words.
âSoâŠâ he starts to get up. You step back, alarmed.
Why is he getting up? He will slice your head off for sure this time.
With the grace of a lion about to devour his prey, he inches closer to you, his eyes flashing almost unnaturally. You keep walking backwards until your back meets the door and there is no place left to go.
He stops a mere inch away from you, so close that your clothes brush, so close that you can see his chest underneath his nightshirt, so close that you can inhale the scent of soap on his skin. Your breath catches in your throat, and your eyes fall shut on their own.
âMy wife wishes to sleep with me. Is that it?â His voice is heaven against your ears, deep, husky and warm, leaving your brain fumbling. You open your eyes to see him staring straight at you, and immediately, heat shoots up all through your body from your toes.Â
âIâŠI didnâtâŠmeanâŠâ You stumble over your words, the sight of him so close to you, messing with your system.
He stares at you, his lips curling up in a smirk. âI am sure you have heard what they say about me.â He pauses. His hand reaches out towards your face, and you hold your breath in alarm and anticipation. With the faintest of touches, he drags his index finger against your jaw and down your neck. âI am sure you know how I amâŠin bed.â He whispers against your ear, and you can feel your heart physically drop as tingles shoot through your entire body.
At this point, you have forgotten how to breathe.Â
âYou could not handle me, Lady Choi.â He says and then, absolutely shocking you, leans closer to your neck. Tucking a stray piece of hair beneath your ears, he takes a long inhale of you and then slowly steps away from you.
You feel like you are on fire, beads of sweat gathering on your temples. Your mouth remains agape, processing what just happened as you stand pressed against the door, frozen like prey in shock.
âGood night, Lady Choi.â He says in the most nonchalant way possible, going back to bed. You manage to summon all your strength and rush out of his room, shutting the wooden panels loudly behind you. Outside, you gasp for air, clutching your chest, your heart racing like you just ran for your life. You stand outside the door for a long time, taking in deep breaths and trying to get your heart to calm down as foreign sensations flood through your veins, leaving behind an ache you have never felt before.
You want your husband, you realize. You want him to do all those filthy, animalistic things that you heard ofâŠwith you.
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You have accepted your new life. A married woman without a husbandâs attention or acknowledgement.
In the last two weeks, a routine has fallen into place for you. You wake up, go to work, come home for lunch, spend the afternoon with Jihye lounging around before having dinner and going to bed. Throughout the day, setting eyes upon your husband is rare because he leaves with the sunrise and gets home after dinner. Most days, he has dinner in his chamber by himself, and on the rare occasions he is home early (twice), he shares it with you.
The freedom you thought an advantageous marriage would give you has not come. In fact, you feel more restricted than before. With San following you around like a hawk, you have lost interest in going outside to explore the neighbourhood. Jihye, too, has been weird lately. She vehemently opposes you going outside, especially to the market or other crowded areas and always runs your errands for you.
After a lot of thinking, you have come to a conclusion. Your husband has a mistress. Maybe, mistress is not the right word. If anything, you feel like the mistress in this relationship.
âI am sure he has someone he loves.â You hum, nodding to yourself.Â
It is a Thursday afternoon in early spring, the warmth of the sun shining on you as you return home from an unusually long shift at the palace. A few steps behind you is San, ever present like a shadow, following you down a steep road to home.
With him around, you have started to voice your thoughts, no matter how crazy. There is nothing to hide from him after all. He sees it all firsthand, how his boss never spends time with you.Â
You have another theory. San knows about the other woman. He has to, right? That is why General Choi employed him to guard you in the first place. He probably knows where your husband goes during his free time, and it is his job to make sure you never see him.Â
General Choi seems to have bought off Jihye somehow, too. You find that absolutely bizarre, considering her long loyalty towards you. You are deeply hurt by her betrayal, and so, you have decided to shun her until she comes to you and explains what is going on.
That leaves you with San only.
âIâm right, no?â You turn around to take a glance at him. As usual, he looks helpless and awkward, almost like he is about to leave everything behind and run for the hills. You continue. âHe has to have known her for a long, long time. However, I do not understand why he didnât marry her. Is she not a nobleborn?â
You stop for a moment.
âAh! She is someone from the brothel, probably, right?â
San continues looking at you helplessly, an awkward smile plastered on his face. You continue walking, nodding to yourself. âNo wonder he told me not to expect anything from him. He also said that he fulfilled his duty by marrying me. No one will pester him now because he has the perfect cover.â You nod your head, impressed. âI have to give it to him. This is a good plan.â
The path down the cliff comes to an end, and you stop, admiring the sun slowly going lower in the western sky. The birds fly in the sky in groups, returning home as the sky changes colour, a deep tint of orange taking over the blue.
Is she pretty? You wonder to yourself. She must be. There must be something about her that keeps a man like him hooked.Â
The thought pains you. More than it should.
You understand it. You really do, but what you donât understand is why he married you. Why did he trap you into this marriage? The least he could have done was be honest with you instead of avoiding you like the plague.
The more you get to know this man, the more cowardly he seems. The thought brings an unironic smile to your face. The most feared man in the country, yet he refuses to communicate with his wife. He does not have the guts to speak the truth, which makes him nothing but a coward in your eyes.
âLet us stop by the market.â You announce, taking a different route. San rushes in front of you, alarmed. âLady Choi, w-why?â
You stare at him, slightly annoyed. Why is he acting like this? Is General Choi supposed to be there now? With his lover? All the more reason why you must go.
You continue walking, ignoring San.
âMy Lady, please. Tell me what you need and I shall get that for you after I escort you home.â
âSan,â you abruptly stop and glare at him. âI shall tell you what I need right now. I need you to shut up and follow me quietly. Or, you can just leave and report to your boss that I am breaking protocol. Whatever fancies you.â
The man makes a pained sound, groaning almost like a wounded animal. However, you donât wait for him, marching down the path with determination. Helplessly, he chases after you.
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The marketplace is less crowded than you expected. You heard there have been attacks by gangs in this area, so people are more reluctant to leave their houses, especially as evening approaches.
With the roads not as crowded as usual, it takes you only a couple of minutes to spot him. He stands out, as always, his broad shoulders and tall build catching your eye from far away. You observe him for a moment from afar, squinting your eyes to see what he is doing exactly.
He stands in front of a trinket shop, carefully going through the pieces laid out in front of him.Â
Wow, is he shopping for something for his hidden lover?Â
Bemused, you watch him, eyes scanning for a woman near him, only to find no one.
âMy Lady, we should really get going. This area is not safe, andââ Ignoring Sanâs plea, you head straight towards where your husband stands.
âMy Lord, what brings you here?â You chirp, standing right behind him. The man immediately turns around, his pupils blown wide in shock. You do not miss the way he hides something behind him. It takes a moment for him to register that it is you, and once he does, that grim look settles on his face. âWhat are you doing here?ââ
San rushes next to you, âMy Lord, I am so sorryââ
General Choi cuts him off with a raised hand and gives him a look of dismissal, which sends the young man scurrying away. Ignoring his question, you say. âIt seems like you were finished with work early today.â You pointedly look at the shop behind him.
âYes. I finished early today.â He states, expressionless. âAre you returning from the palace now?â
âYes, the work at the library took longer than usual. Some records were accidentally destroyed, so we had to salvage them.â
âI see.â He nods. You wait, wondering if he has anything more to say. He keeps gazing at you silently, his odd eye hidden behind his hair. You have noticed that he always hides it in public. Why? To avoid detection?Â
Finally, he speaks, his eyes narrow and his tone sharp. âYou should not be here. I am sure you are aware of the looting and killing taking place in this area.â
You hate his tone. Frowning, you reply. âThank you for your concern, My Lord. I was aware. I just wanted to exploreââ
You are cut off.
The next sequence of events takes place exceptionally quickly. First, you see your husbandâs gaze shift and focus on something behind you. The very next moment, he yanks you towards him, making a swift turn so that his body covers yours. You lose your footing from the harsh tug, gripping onto his arms with a yelp of surprise.
Something whizzes past you, sharp and quick, that makes you jerk and hold onto him tighter.
Gasps, yells and screams of people echo all around you. You blink, befuddled, staring at your husband, who holds you tightly against his body, looking behind him. Following his gaze, you find San chasing after a man who dashes away through the crowd at remarkably fast speed, shoving people and running over stalls on his way.
Your husband whips his head back to look at you, his eyes wide with alarm. âAre you okay? Look at me!â He shakes you, his grip on your arms fierce. Something wet touches your fingers. Slowly, your eyes trail to your right hand, which is grabbing General Choiâs bicep.
There is a tear on his sleeve, a couple of inches above your fingers and red liquid oozes out from the thin cut. You gasp, your breath escaping your lungs in a choked wheeze.
Finally, everything clicks.
Someone just shot an arrow at him. Who? An enemy? A gang member? An assassin?
âOhâŠoh my god! My Lord!â You clutch onto his sleeve, panicking.
General Choi ignores your cry and forces you to look at him, tilting your chin upwards. âAre you hurt anywhere?â
Is he seriously worrying about you right now?
âI am fine.â You choke on a sob. âBut my Lord, you are bleeding! WhatâŠwhat should I do?â
He rubs a gentle hand on your back, pulling you closer to him. âI am fine. It is nothing.â He assures, his eyes scanning the place carefully as if looking for someone. You panic. âMy Lord, we need to go home. Come on. You are hurt!â You urge, tugging him with you, even though you cannot make him move an inch.
The man stands rooted to his spot, his eyes still scouring through the marketplace. Finally, he nods and pulls you into his arms, holding you protectively. âLet us go.â
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After your relentless nagging, you finally get your husband to sit still so that you can treat his wound.
âI told you, it is nothing serious.â He admonishes when you step into his bedchamber with a rag, a bowl of water, and some medicine. Ignoring him, you hurry closer to him, inspecting the wound.
You have never treated someone before, but your mother was a very good nurse. She helped a lot of people during the war with her vast knowledge of medicinal herbs. You remember watching her work for hours, and even though you never directly learned from her, you are confident you can do this right.
The memory of his blood seeping out and wetting your hands sends shivers down your spine, and you have to take a deep breath to get yourself to calm down. Your heart has been racing ever since, the adrenaline yet to wear off.
âYou should take off your shirt.â You whisper, wetting the rag in the bowl of water. Your husband complies, slowly removing the garment and shrugging it off his shoulders. Your breath catches in your throat once you lay your eyes on his body.
It is not his muscular build but the plethora of scars littering his body. Small and big, they taint his chest and all the way down to his lower abdomen, and you cannot help but stare, wincing at the marks that look particularly nasty.
What has this man been through?
General Choi snatches the rag from your hands and starts treating his cut. Embarrassed, you protest, but he cuts you off. âI can do it myself.â His response, like always, is curt, but you ignore it, too distracted by his scars. The one on his left abdomen looks particularly ghastly, and you know for sure it was a deep stab wound.Â
The amount of pain he must have been inâŠ
The thought makes you shudder, and you bite your lip, holding your tears back.
âThis is why I assigned someone to protect you.â His voice pulls you out of your thoughts. âI am sure he told you to return, but you insisted on going to the market.â
âWho was that man?â You cut him off, unable to prevent yourself from voicing your worries any longer. Why did they want to hurt him?Â
His lips thin, and something flashes over his eyes, leaving you guessing. He pauses for a moment, looking at you impassively, almost like he knows a secret that you donât. âThey were probably from some gang. They have been causing havoc recently, as you know.â
You know it is a lie. It is blatant that he is hiding something from you, and you cannot help but sigh out loud, sagging onto the floor. You do not even have it in you to fight with him right now. You are just glad he is okay. The bleeding has stopped now, and as you watch him apply the herb on his cut, a small sigh of relief flows past your lips.
Finally, it feels like you can breathe.
Silently, you help him tie a clean rag around his bicep before wiping the residual herb from his fingers. âYou should take a bath.â He keeps staring at your face as if he is trying to understand something.
âAre you sure you are okay?â he asks, his tone soft. His gaze, for the first time, appears to be almost tender, and for a moment, the concept of language evaporates from your mind.
You want to say a lot of things. You want to yell at him, scream at him to explain himself and cry in his arms. You are unable to do any of that. âI am fine,â you whisper, your voice small and shaky.
He keeps looking at you for a few more seconds before nodding and getting up. Just as he is about to exit the room, you call for him. âMy Lord?â
âHm?â He turns around to look at you.
You pause, hesitating. âI know you brought something today. At the marketâŠâ you trail off, unsure why you are saying this. His body tenses, and he looks at you warilyâŠlike he has been caught. For a second, you pray that he comes clean, but he remains silent, waiting for you to continue.
You swallow a lump in your throat and look away. Your voice is wobbly when you speak. âYou should wrap it. Put it in a nice box. Women love gifts that are nicely wrapped. The womanâŠwhoever you bought it forâŠyou should wrap it.â
You do not dare to meet his gaze, so you sit on the floor, staring at the bowl of water that is now tinted red from his blood. He does not reply but walks out the door, his footsteps padding softly over the wooden floors.
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That night, you lay in bed awake, replaying the event at the market over and over again in your head. And as you keep revisiting that moment, a shuddering realization dawns on you.
What ifâŠwhat ifâŠ
The arrow wasn't meant for General Choi but for you?
The more you think about it, the more probable it seems. The arrow would have originally hit you if not for him moving you out of the way. The thought makes you bolt up from your bed, your heart racing as beads of sweat gather on your temples. Tossing the blanket away, you step out of your sleeping mat and start pacing around your room.
Today's events are a mystery to you. You have no enemies, and neither does your father. Hell, he has been out of politics ever since your brother died. You simply have no reason to have someone shoot an arrow at you in the middle of a marketplace.
If it were not for your husband, you would have died for sure.
Shit. Who would do that?Â
Your mind starts spiraling to the point that your temples begin to throb. You press the spot with your fingers, trying to make the ache go away.
It doesn't.
Instead, paranoia starts settling in. Suddenly, the thought of being alone in your room frightens you so much that you feel a chill in your bones. Unable to tolerate the deafening silence and the darkness any longer, you step out of your chamber, taking tentative steps towards your husband's room. The hallway is dark except for one small lamp flickering at the end of the long corridor, an eerie quietness hanging heavy in the air as the whole house sleeps.
You come to stop in front of your husband's room, your hands hesitating to pull open the wooden panels.Â
What are you doing here? Sneaking into your husbandâs chamber in the middle of the night?
With the resolved exhale, you pull open the door. In the darkness, it takes a moment for you to spot your husband sleeping on his side, his long raven hair splayed messily over the mat.
You remain rooted in your spot outside the door, hesitating yet once again before gingerly making your way inside and quietly closing the panel behind you. The room would be pitch dark if not for the faint light of the lamp flickering outside, filtering in through the panel. You take a moment to let your eyes adjust to the visibility before placing yourself next to him. With his sword resting between the two of you, you silently lie down, gazing at the silhouette of his face in the darkness.
Your heart aches. He got hurt because of you.Â
Why do you feel such a strong attraction towards this cold, stubborn man? Why does it hurt you so much to see him hurt? Most importantly, is this how he feels about his lover? Does her pain make him hurt like this as well? Is that why he refuses to be with you, unable to resist his heart's longing?
So many questions and no answer to soothe your wretched soul.Â
You keep gazing at him, a strange sensation filling your heart. He is physically so close to you, right within your reach, yet it feels like he is a million miles away, tucked away in a place for which you have no key. At the same time, lying next to him like this, you feel oddly comfortable. With him next to you, the silence and the darkness of the night are bearable, no longer stealing your sleep.
With a heavy ache in your chest and tears in your eyes, you fall asleep, happy to be in the same space as your husband.
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When you open your eyes next morning, the sun is high up in the sky and the light flooding into the room immediately tells you that you have slept way longer than you should have.
Shit. You missed work today.
All concerns of work, however, fly out the window when you register where you are. You fell asleep on the floor next to General Choi yesterday. Then why are you sleeping on his mat, his blanket tucked around you, and his pillow under your head?Â
With a gasp, you sit up and look around you, double checking to make sure you are in the right place.
How did you get here? Did he tuck you in after waking up? How did you not wake up?
Your face flushes with heat, imagining him carrying you and putting you in his bed. No wonder you feel so well rested after a long time. You must have slept like a log throughout everything.
Did you snore? Did you drool? Did you say something weird in your sleep?
âOh dear lord, help me!â You whine, putting your face in your hands, cringing at all the possible ways you might have embarrassed yourself. Once you are over the initial wave of embarrassment, you spot a trinket on top of the small wooden table by the mat.
Curious, you shuffle closer. It is a bineyo with a beautiful butterfly in pink and blue, exactly the one you had been looking for. With a gasp, you lean closer, mesmerized by the way it sparkles underneath the sunlight. Next to it sits a letter, face up.
Dear wife,Â
I am sorry I did not wrap it. I was interrupted by someone before I could choose a box. I do not know how the misunderstanding came to be, but this was meant to be yours from the beginning, not any other womanâs. I hope you like it.
From, Your husband
Your hands cover your mouth in shock and absolute glee before clutching the letter and the hairpin to your chest. Tears brim your eyes, your heart melting like a caramel under the sun, warm and sweet.
It seems like you misunderstood his actions. Still, some things remain unclear.
âJihye!â You yell. She rushes in a few moments later. âMy lady, you are awake! Master said not to disturb you. He said he will let Head Court Lady Yeo know that you will not go to work today.â
Ignoring her words, you quickly motion for her to come closer to you and sit down. âYou,â you narrow your eyes at her. âYou have been hiding something from me.â She blinks, her gaze slowly lowering to the floor.
âWhat did General Choi tell you? He definitely told you something. That is why you have not been letting me out of the house by myself.â
She looks at you helplessly for a long moment before sighing. âOkay, I will tell you, my lady. But you have to promise me you will not tell Master. I gave him my word.â She winces.
What could it be? Eager, you scoot closer to her. âI will not. Now out with it.â
âOn the first night of your marriage, he called me and asked about you. What you like to eat, what your favourite season isâŠthings like that.â
Wow. Your heart races with each of her words.
âThen, he asked me what you were doing in the market that day. You know that noon a week before your wedding? When we bumped into him? I said that you were looking for a hairpin. He asked in detail about the hairpin, and I told him that you were looking for one with a butterfly. Then, he ordered me to keep you from going outside, especially to crowded areas, as much as possible. He said it is not safe for you. And he made me promise not to tell you.â
A lot of the blanks start filling up. He listened to her and got this hairpin for you. No wonder!
You keep finding yourself revisiting that moment in the market. The way he protected you. The worry in his eyes, the way his fingers gripped onto you, the way his voice was filled with worry when he asked you if you were ok. The realization that you may have misunderstood him greatly starts settling in your bones.Â
Maybe there was no one else from the beginning. Maybe it was only you all along. Maybe everything he did was to protect you. But protect you from what? Did he know that someone was after you? Who? Why did he not tell you anything?
No matter, you shall set the record straight when he gets home today. You have caught a glimpse into your husbandâs heart, and it turns out he is not as cruel as they say. Now, there is nothing strong enough to stop you. He has had his way until now, and now, it is your time.
âDid he say when he will return?â You ask Jihye, your heart racing.
âNo, my lady.â
âNo matter.â You smile. âI will wait for him.â
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The heavens seem to be on your side because your husband returns home right before sunset. As he takes a bath, you prepare in your room, getting dressed for the evening.
Jihye braids your hair for you before helping you put on your hanbok, a soft yellow jeogori with a pastel pink chima.Â
Just as you are almost finished with your makeup, Head Servant Yang knocks at the door, letting you know that your husband has finished his bath. With a smile, you stand up and walk over to the mirror, smoothing your skirt.
âJihye, how do I look?â
âAbsolutely beautiful, my lady!â She squeals. âMaster will not be able to resist you tonight!â
You throw a scandalized look at her before reaching for the hairpin your husband gave you. Gingerly placing it on your hair, you complete the look and twirl in front of the mirror. âAlright, let us go!â
You knock twice at your husbandâs chamber.
âCome in.â
Exhaling a shaky breath, you open the door and find sitting on the floor, wearing a navy blue hanbok. A book sits open on his lap, which is discarded once he lays eyes upon you.
Silence.
You hold your breath, watching his eyes scan you top to bottom, before going up again and finally stopping at your hairpin. He looks awestruck and speechlessâa look you have never seen on him, and you struggle to stifle a smile.
âMay I come in?â You ask coquettishly.Â
âAhâyes, of course.â He blinks and sits up straight. With a smile, you walk into the room and sit in front of him, closer than you have ever been before. "How is your arm?â You ask, jutting your chin towards it. âDo you need me to apply some herbs?â
âNo, it is fine. I changed the gauze after my bath.â
âAre you in any pain?â
âThank you for your concern, Lady Choi, but I am well.â He sets the book aside. âWhat brings you to my chamber?â
You ignore his curt replies. âThank you for the gift, my lord.â You smile, saccharine sweet. Titling your head, you show him the trinket nestled in your hair. âHow do I look?â
âHm?â He gapes at you, eyes wide, clearly taken aback by the question. âUhâŠit suits you. You look lovely.â
You smile like a lovestruck fool. âThank you, my Lord.â
Silence. He keeps looking at you like it is a staring competition. Realizing he will not be the first one to break the silence, you continue with a sigh, âI have some questions, my Lord. I hope you will answer them honestly.â
His gaze shifts, something unreadable briefly flashing by his eyes. His hands on to rest on his knees, his back straightening as he takes a moment before subtly nodding his head.
âIs there someone trying to kill me?â Your gaze does not waver. General Choiâs lips press into a thin line, his thick brows forming a frown, a look of pure displeasure settling on his face.
You do not back down. âYesterday, the arrow was meant for me, was it not? You knew someone was after me. That is why you assigned San to be with me. That is why you told Jihye not to let me go outside.â
Another beat of silence. âYes.â He murmurs, his haunting gaze piercing yours.
You swallow. âWho is it? I do not understandâŠI do not have any enemiesâ â
âThey are my enemies.â He cuts you off. âThe arrow yesterdayâŠyes, it was meant for you, but it was also meant for me. It was their warning to me.â
âWhat warning? Why are they after you?â You cry.
His gaze narrows. âThat is private information. Only the Kingâs most trusted men are aware of it.â You look down, worriedly chewing on your lower lip. After a beat, you ask, âIs that why you ignored me in the palace that day?â
âYes. I thought the less I interacted with you, the better.â He pauses, his gaze focusing on the lamp burning at his side. âI am sorry for putting you in danger, but rest assured, they will be dealt with.â
You are not really worried about losing your life. If anything, his being in danger scares you more. Odd, is it not?
âWhy did you let me misunderstand, my Lord?â You ask softly.
âThat was not my intention.â
âBut it happened anyway.â You cannot hold back the bite in your voice. âFrom the first day of this marriage, I believed that you have someone else.â
He remains silent, looking almost guilty. It scares and infuriates you. âTell me! Do you?â
âNo,â his voice never loses its quiet composure. âI do not.â
âThen why did you lie?â
For the first time, you see his gaze soften. For once, it looks like he is not scowling but rather, he appears ashamed and helpless. The hidden frustration inside you reaches its tipping point. âYou could have told me! You could have said that I was in danger instead of pushing me away like I disgust you and letting me think that you were seeing someone else!âÂ
You hear him exhale a breath. âHow do you expect me to tell my young, newlywed wife that her life is in danger because of me, her husband?â
The guilt is raw and vivid in his voice, echoing throughout the room like a haunted cry. This new side of your husband knocks all the air out of your lungs, leaving you feeling helpless as you stare at him, tears pricking your eyes.
âMy Lordââ
âI know I am not the best match for you. You got married to be free, but instead, this marriage became a trap for you. How could I tell you that? I believed it would be better to let you think all crazy things about me rather than taking away your freedom by scaring you. I apologize for my shortsightedness.â
A lone tear rolls down your cheek. He is not the best match for you? What is he saying?
Unable to hold back any longer, you close the little distance between the two of you and leap into his arms, hugging him tightly. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you rest your face on his shoulder, your fingers tightly holding onto the fabric of his hanbok. âPlease do not apologize, my Lord. I understand you.â
Against you, your husbandâs entire body remains tense, his hands awkwardly raised into the air like he is too scared to touch you. You ignore his hesitation and hold onto him tightly, your heart breaking and healing simultaneously. The warmth and comfort of his body soothe all the anguish in your heart, making you never want to let him go.
Finally, his hands touch your back, his large palms holding the small of your back, softly patting you.
Loosening your arms around him, you take a peek at his face and find the most sincere look in his eyes, warm and kind, the complete opposite of how you have seen him until now. You truly believed he was beyond all emotions, cold and mechanical, but right now, as he holds you in his arms and gazes at you with so much reverence and softness, you can only think of him as this quiet, considerate man who is misunderstood greatly.
Something in you shifts. No longer afraid, you shift in his arms, positioning yourself better on his lap before kissing him.
You press your lips against his without thinking, pulling him closer by the lapels of his hanbok and holding your lips right there, against his, soft and warm. With your heart hammering in your chest, you stay there, testing the waters. Your husband remains frozen at first, almost like he is waiting for you to back out. Once sure that you will not, he reaches for you, gently cupping your cheek with his right hand to tilt your face. The kiss deepens just a tad bit, his lips pressing against you just hard enough. His touch on you is meticulous and guarded, like you are a wild animal he does not want to frighten. You know he is being gentle for your sake, so you take the lead, snaking an arm around his neck and kissing him the way he led you.
Slow, sweet and passionate.
It is everything you imagined and more, all your dreams coming true and giving you a taste of ecstasy. By the time your lips part from his, there is a ringing in your ears along with your heart galloping like a race horse and a strange, tingling sensation between your legs. You feel drunk on your husbandâs kiss, your eyes involuntarily trailing to his lips that are now shining with saliva.
You want this man so much, body and soul.
Your husbandâs fingers remain against your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheek, slow and tentative like you are the most precious porcelain. Mirroring his hand, your fingers cup his cheek, your thumb gently tracing the scar beneath his odd eye. The skin is harsh and bumpy under your touch, making your heart heavy. You want to kiss it, tell him that he is beautiful despite it, tell him that you feel his pain, but something shifts.
His gaze grows unfocused, something foreign flashing by in his eyes, like he has been woken back to reality. With a sudden noise, he clears his throat and retracts his hand from your face. The action pulls you out of your haze as well, making you suddenly hyper aware of the fact that you kissed him.
Holy shit. You kissed your husband. And he kissed you back. And it was amazing.
Clearing his throat once more, your husband looks away, carefully trying to put some distance between you and him. Flustered, you take the hint and stand up rather unceremoniously. As you take a step back, however, misfortune befalls.
The ghost of clumsiness yet again takes over your body, and you trip over your skirt. With a loud, unladylike yelp, you fall backwards, terrified but also anticipating the brutal hit to the floor.
It does not come. You do not fall on the ground because your husband saves you, reaching for your arm and tugging you back towards him just in time. Something else happens in the process. The ribbon of your jeogori comes off.
You realize that several moments later, too preoccupied with trying to calm your beating heart and processing what just happened. As you stay pressed against his body, your arms tightly holding onto his shoulders for balance, General Choiâs eyes skim over your face before fixing beneath your neck and on your exposed shoulder.
This time, something dark and carnal takes over his gaze, his eyes sharp and narrow, staring intently at your bare skin. Your heart beats so loudly you fear he can hear it, and for a moment, you are sure you will pass out from the intensity of his gaze and the swirl of emotionsâdesire and shame, surging within you.
Like before, he is the one who backs away, quietly clearing his throat and looking away. Embarrassed, you quickly fix your jeogori and clutch it tightly to your chest while also scrambling off his body.
âIââ you stammer, mortified to look at his face. âI will see you for d-dinner then, my Lord.â Picking up your skirt to avoid further accidents, you rush for the door, eager to be out of his sight.
His voice forces you to stop right at the door. âWhy did you come to my room last night?â
You halt, processing his question. Then, with quick fingers, you tie your jeogori and carefully turn around. Your husband looks at you inquisitively. âWereâŠwere you awake, my Lord?â You ask. He did not even sir when you came into the room.
In reply, he nods. You look around, trying to find the words. âIâŠwas scared to be alone. I kept thinking of what happened at the market, and I do not knowâŠâ You trail off, embarrassed and worried about his reaction. He, however, keeps looking at you intently before shaking his head up and down in understanding.
âHow did you know I came in? You did not even move a muscle. I thought you were asleep.â
âI smelled you.â He states, his face expressionless. You take a step back, alarmed. âDo I stink?â
He shakes his head. âNo. I meant that I smelled roses. You smell like roses.â
Oh. âI see,â you mumble shyly, your fingers twiddling with the fabric of your skirt. He regards you quietly for a beat before murmuring. âYou can sleep with me tonight as well, if you desire it.â
âReally?â You squeal, not hiding the excitement brimming in your voice.Â
âYes.â
âThank you, my Lord!â You smile so big it hurts.
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After dinner, Headservant Yang sets the mattress for the two of you with a suggestive, happy smile on her face that makes you grin goofily.Â
Once finished with your nightly routine and dressed for bed, you pad into your husband's chamber and find him already lying down, his eyes closed and his hands resting over his chest. One could think he was asleep, but you know better now. With wonder, you observe that the place of his sword has shifted and moved to his left, right next to his mat, now that yours occupies the space it took before.
âMy Lord,â you ask softly, âshall I blow out the candle?â
âYes.â He replies, not moving or opening his eyes. Carefully, you pad over to the study table and blow out the candle before finding your place on the mat. With the noise of the crickets humming outside, you lie on your mat, pulling the blanket up to your chin and staring at the ceiling. Your blood thrums in your veins, your brain too wired to fall asleep. The excitement of lying next to your husband keeps you awake.
Once your eyes adjust to the darkness, you take tentative peeks at him and find him in the same position as he originally was. Is he sleeping? You wish you could tell.
âMy Lord?â You speak, quiet as a mouse.
Silence.
âHm?â He hums.
âWhy do you sleep with your sword next to you?â
âForce of habit, I supposeâŠfrom the war.â
You hum in acknowledgement, looking at him eagerly amid the darkness. After a short pause, you call for him again. âMy Lord?â
âYes.â
âCan I sleep with you from now on?â
Silence. Seconds pass by, but no answer comes, and you start to think that he has fallen asleep. Just then, he finally replies, his voice quiet and deep in the solitude of the night. âIf you wish to.â You smile, happy and wide, even though he cannot see you. âThank you, my Lord.â
Another short pause later, he murmurs. âGoodnight.â You take it as a sign that he does not wish to talk anymore, and with a nod, you shift and lie on your side, your right arm resting underneath your head. âGoodnight, my Lord.â You whisper with a smile.
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You wake up just before sunrise.Â
The spot next to you is empty, and with no sign of your husband, you step out of his bedchamber in search of him. It is a rest day, so you wonder where he is so early in the morning.
You find the man in the backyard, already dressed, quietly observing the flowers in the garden. âMy Lord?â You call for him.
âOh, good morning.â He acknowledges you with a small nod. âWhy are you up so early?â
âI woke up and you were not there. Is everything okay?â
âYes.â He assures. âYou should sleep some more.â You pause, carefully observing him. In the soft morning light, the man looks different, more relaxed and homely, dressed in his hanbok and his long raven hair draped elegantly against his back.
How can you leave his majestic man just for a few more hours of sleep?
âMy Lord?â
âHm?â
âLet us go for a walk.â
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After quickly getting dressed, you and your husband go for a stroll, the early morning sun softly gleaming in the sky.
Your husband heads towards the nearby forest, which leads to a cliff offering a nice view of the town and the hilly background. He walks quietly with his hands behind him, his movements deliberately slow to accommodate your pace. With a soft smile that never leaves your lips, you walk alongside him, your heart thrumming happily.
Can this be called a date?
Without any words exchanged between the two of you, you navigate the path through the forest, your eyes skirting towards him every now and then. The silence between you is not awkward because you can see from his face that he is thinking deeply about something. So, you let him think and use the solitude to take peeks at his handsome face, memorizing the details of his visage.
By the time you reach the cliff, you are out of breath.
âWow,â you wheeze out, panting for air as you rest with your palms on your knees.Â
âAre you alright?â General Choi asks, peering down to see your face. âYes,â you nod, trying to control your breathing. âIt has been a while since I came up here. The view is magnificent.â
âIt is.â He hums, looking over the cliff. âThat last time I came here, I was a child.â You share, standing up and gazing at the view. It is truly still beautiful.
âWhy so long ago?â
âWhat?â You blink, looking at your husband, who is regarding you with a curious tilt of his head.
âUhâŠâ you think. âMy fatherâŠhe was not fond of me going out much. Especially anywhere far, after my brother died. He liked to keep me within his sight.â
He keeps looking at you attentively, and you wonder what he is thinking. Is he judging you?
Needing to fill the silence, you ramble. âOn top of that, I have always been clumsy. Iâm sure you have figured that out by now. Once, when I was a child, I somehow broke my arm playing in the yard. My brother ran all the way to the physicianâs office with me on his back. With him gone, my father thought it would be better for me to be within the house. For my safety and his mental peace.â
âIt was suffocating, no? That is why you married me. For freedom.â Your husband observes. You nod, albeit shakily, thinking of your days back at your parents' home. The cold treatment of your father and the way you were never enough. Not enough to take away the pain of them losing their son.
In the silence, you take a moment to gather your thoughts before facing the man next to you and voicing a question you have always wanted to ask. âWhy did you choose to marry me?â
He takes a moment to answer.Â
âBecause no one else wanted to. A lot of ministers tried to get me engaged to their daughters, but the girls refused when they saw me. Some even rejected just after hearing my name. They feared me.â
You find it ridiculous. âWhy?â Your tone drips with bewilderment. âMy reputation,â he shrugs. âMy face does not help much, I suppose.â
âWhat do you mean?â You frown, leaning closer to him. He regards you in silence, as if the answer to that question is the most obvious thing in the world. âI am ugly.â
âWhat?â You gape at him, utterly befuddled. Does this man truly think that? His sharp eyes narrow on you, his brows knotting in confusion. âI do not know if you are making fun of me.â
âWhy would I make fun of you?â You cry. This entire thing is ludicrous. âI simply find it absolutely enraging that you think so!â
He remains mute, watching you like you are an equation he needs to solve.
You take a tentative step closer to him, mumbling, âIt is true that your reputation is scary. I also feared you for that in the beginning. I do not know if you are aware, but people say all types of crazy things about you.â You pause, inching even closer to him. With a few small inches between the two of you, you look up and meet his eyes, hoping to convey your sincerity. âBut as I got to know youâŠI have realized there is nothing to fear. You are undoubtedly a cold man, my Lord, but you are also warm. Your heart is always in the right place. That alone is enough to make you the most beautiful man in the land.â
His face relaxes, and you can see how his gaze softens, the turbulent storms ever present in his eyes dissipating for a moment.Â
In the back of your mind, one thought runs rampant. You want to kiss him. In the soft morning light, he looks as breathtaking as ever, his lips soft and kissable. Remembering the touch of his lips against yours last night, you muster the courage and lean up on your tippy toes, pressing a quick, chaste kiss on his lips. The man immediately leans back, a look of surprise on his face. Ignoring his reaction, you smile and step back, facing the view again. Your husband clears his throat before silently joining you in gazing at the view.
A while later, you voice out another thought. âMy Lord, when you said not to expect anything from you, what did you mean?â
He takes a moment to answer. âI donât know. Just do not expect anything from me. I cannot give you anything.â
Frowning, you face him. âBut you have already given me so much.â
âI do not believe that.â
You sigh. The cranky man is returning. Hitching your skirt, you walk closer to him, determined. âWhat did you mean, my Lord? I cannot expect what?â He huffs out a frustrated breath. âWhatever a wife expects from her husband, I suppose.â
Your frown deepens. âWhat? Love? Attention? Devotion?â
âI will be devoted to you, but I cannot give you love.â His words are like a punch to the gut. âWhy not?â You plead.
He hesitates. âIâŠjust cannot.â
âYou cannot or will not?â
His eyes, sharp and fiery, pierce right through you, and you see the truth in his eyes. You see the answer he refuses to utter. âLet us get back.â He announces, turning on his heel and dismissing you, starts marching down the path. You scoff, watching with an open mouth as he almost runs down the track to escape answering your question.
This stubborn, frustrating man.
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After breakfast, General Choi goes out to visit an old friend. With a sour mood, you shuffle through the house, watching as everyone remains busy with their work. You try to practice some needlework but fail to get far with that. As always, your hand at embroidery is embarrassingly bad. For two hours, you try to create a flower on a handkerchief, but when it turns out looking questionable, you drop the task.
You find San sitting outside on the porch, chatting animatedly with Headservant Yang. âMy Lady, are you bored?â Headservant Yang asks upon seeing you walk over. With your shoulders slumped, you nod, pouting.
âGeneral Choi will not be back for some time. Should we play a game then? San offers.
Your eyes shine. âSure!â
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Your game of baduk with San lasts even after sunset.Â
You keep playing match after match, your own competitive streak matching his. He does not go easy on you just because you are married to his General, and that makes it all the more fun.Â
Your husband returns right before lunch and after observing the two of you for a mere minute, he leaves, locking himself in his study for the rest of the day. His disinterest irks you, and you decide to ignore him as well, honing all your attention towards the game. During different times, Headservant Yang and Jihye stop by between their work, watching you two play with rapt fascination.
The game only ends with you winning, long after the sky has gone dark. Cheers and yells erupt in the small crowd of servants gathered to watch the game. You grin cockily, finally standing up and stretching your legs. San accepts his defeat and takes his leave, not before you make him promise to join you another day for another match.
âWould you like to have your bath first or dinner, my Lady?â Headservant Yang asks. You ponder, still reeling from the high of winning. âDid my husband have dinner?â
âYes, my Lady.â You sigh. âWell then, I will have my dinner now and then take my bath.â
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After your bath, you sit in your room with the mirror in front of you while Jihye combs your hair. âToday was a fun day, no, my Lady?â She asks.
âYes,â you hum. âIt is a shame General Choi did not join us.â
âIndeed.â
âWhere has he been all day?â
âIn his room, my Lady. He was studying.â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Your husband truly does not know how to have fun. Instead of spending a rest day with his wife, he would rather read and strategize and sulk by himself.
As if he could hear your thoughts, the man appears with a knock at your door and steps in a second later. Jihye excuses herself, leaving the two of you alone, the room suddenly buzzing with tension.
Your husband regards you with that same unreadable face, but something in you tells you that he is grumpier than usual. Still, you try to be civil. âHello, my Lord.â
âLady Choi. It was hard to catch sight of you all day.âÂ
Yes. He is annoyed about something. The subtle bite in his voice is unmissable. You finish combing the ends of your hair before setting the comb down. âMy apologies about that. I was too immersed in the game of baduk.â
âYes, I noticed.â He peers down at you, his eyes ethereally flashing in the soft lights of your chamber. âYou seemed to quite enjoy your time with San.â
âHe is an excellent player. He also mentioned that you used to play with him.â You supply, trying to understand what might be the cause of his annoyance.
âI donât know about excellent.â He murmurs, looking away from you. âI taught him, true, but he is no match for me.â
You narrow your eyes. What is he implying? âI am sure he is not, my Lord.â You force a smile.Â
âYet, you chose to spend the entire day with him.â This time, he snaps, clear and offended. Your jaw hangs low, surprised at his pettiness. You stand up frowning. âYou were away, my Lord.â
âNot the entire day. I returned long ago, but you were too busy playing with him till dinner time.â He grumbles, not meeting your eyes but staring at the lamp. Stunned, you gape at him, trying to understand where he is coming from.
Your heart flutters. Is it possible that he is jealous?
âMy Lord,â you step closer to take a look at his face. âAre youâŠjealous?â
âHa!â He scoffs, stepping away. âWhy would I be jealous of that little punk?â he half yells, waving his hand dismissively like he is swatting away a bug.
Your spirits dampen, and annoyance starts to take over. You give him a saccharine sweet smile that is evidently fake. âWell then, there is nothing to worry about. Shall we head to bed?â
He refuses to let the topic go. âYou finally remembered me, no? Now that it is time to sleep?â
The thread holding you together snaps. With gritted teeth, you stare at him, trying your level best to keep your tone neutral. âWell, when your husband dismisses you at every chance he gets and tries to run from you at the mere mention of intimacy, a girl would naturally be upset and spend time elsewhere. I hope you pardon her for spending some time away from him.â You bow dramatically in apology, making sure that he understands it is sarcasm.Â
âWhaââ He regards you, eyes wide and mouth agape, like he cannot believe the words coming from your lips. âYouââ He seems to be at a loss for words.
You step past him, but he raises a finger at you. âSo you prefer San over me? Is that what you are saying?â
You roll your eyes at his words. However, today there is an urge within you to push him to his limit. So, you whip your head back and glare at him.Â
âWho knows?â You singsong. Your husbandâs eyes only enlarge, the look of pure shock taking over his face, his mouth hanging open wider than before. âMaybe I do. Maybe I do prefer him over you. He spends time with me, after all. Despite today being a rest day, you stayed in your room all day when you could have joined us. So what if I prefer his company?â You add the last line for good measure, trying to appear as threatening as possible.
âTake that back,â he says, his tone quiet. The look on his face starts to shift towards something serious.Â
You egg him on. âI wonât! In fact, from now on, I will spend more time with him. Who knows, he might give me all the love and attention you refuse.â
The man finally snaps. In the flash of an eye, he is right in front of you, his hand behind your neck pulling you so close to him that you feel his breath. All earlier pettiness and playfulness are gone. He looks like a raging beast, barely hanging on by a thread.
âTake that back. Tell me you do not mean it or I swear to God, I will chop his head off.â He grits, his voice shaking with anger and his grip on your skin tightening. His eyes are like two molten pools of lava, angry and bright, and he has never looked hotter.
Without wasting a second, you smash your lips with his, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer and closer towards you.
The force of your kiss is so strong that it knocks him back a few steps. However, he is quick to recover, meeting your lips with even more passion, a side of him completely new to you. Raw and unchained, he goes all in, devouring your lips like it is his salvation.
You donât hold back either.
You let go of your body weight entirely, pushing him on the ground below you while never letting go of his lips. Your handsâhis and yoursâmove frantically to claw at each other through the layers of fabric. With a huff, your husband finally removes his lips from yours, a long string of saliva connecting your lips to his. âIf we continueâŠI cannot hold back.â He pants, his eyes wild and shining.
His words make you giddy with anticipation, molten hot pools of lava swirling in your belly.
âThat is what I want,â you whisper, feeling the cold air against your swollen lips. âI do not want you to hold back.â Slowly, you snake your arms around his neck and you move closer to his face. With a mere inch between your lips, you murmur, âI want you to devour me, my Lord.â
Your husband makes a sound, a low, primal grunt that comes from the deepest part of his chest. He exhales sharply, determination swirling in his eyes as he finally lets go of all the restraint he had been practicing till now.
In a flash, he flips your positions, holding you against the ground, his large body looming over yours. Your breath catches in your throat with the view on top of you, and he has not even taken off his clothes yet. Desire thrums in your veins, making you curl your toes in anticipation.
âI will ruin you tonight.â That is a promise. His voice is laced with something dark, like he will thoroughly enjoy ruining you. Little does he know, you will enjoy it too.
âPlease, my Lord.â You beg, all too eager to become his.
His eyes flash at your words, and immediately, his hands get to work. They move with ease, graceful yet quick, as he strips you off your garments. All too soon, you are left only in your underskirt, your bare chest exposed for his eyes to feast on. You have the urge to cover them, and as if your husband can read your mind, he grabs your hands and links your fingers with his, pinning them on top of your head.
âDo not hide from me,â he commands, his lips hovering over yours. You nod, jittery with need and anticipation.Â
Once sure your hands will not move, he slowly traces his fingers from your jawbone to your neck and then your shoulder, before reaching for your braid. You shift and let him hold your hair, his fingers gently caressing over the long braided strands. His fingers trace over your daenggi before tugging on it sharply. Undone, the strip of cloth comes off as your hair starts to loosen from the braid.
âSo beautiful.â He hums, holding a few strands of hair between his fingers. He places a soft kiss on them before reaching for your hands. With your daenggi, he ties your wrists together, making sure the knot will hold before placing your hands back where they were, arms stretched straight on top of your head.
âBe a good girl.â He whispers, his voice sultry, his gaze half lidded yet dangerous. Your heart hammers loudly in your chest as the reality of what is happening actually starts to settle in your bones.
You are half-naked, tied up and vulnerable underneath your husband. The man they call the Grim Reaper, the most merciless man in the land. Yet, you are not afraid.
You watch as he shifts, making himself comfortable between your spread legs. He lifts your underskirt, exposing your core, and despite the urge to close your legs, you cannot.
âSo beautiful. It will be a treat to ruin you.â He hums, his eyes focused between your legs, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Without any warning, he slaps you between your legs, right on your sensitive flesh, the sharp whack echoing through the quietness of the night.
âAh!â You cry, mortified and surprised. It stings but also unlocks a new sensation of pleasure within you. Your face heats up as you realize how much you enjoyed it, a deep and deprived sense of pleasure.
He slaps you again. âDo you like it? I can see you are getting wet.â He says, his flashing eyes set on your face.
You make a pathetic noise of agreement. âAnswer me!â He commands, slapping you once more. A long, needy moan is ripped from your throat. You pant. âY-yes, my Lord.â
Pleased, he smirks before leaning down to press kisses on your inner thighs. He moves slowly and deliberately, playing with you, nibbling on your skin with his teeth before giving it a soothing lick and making sure it is marked. When he sits back up, his eyes trace all over your face as if he is trying to remember every small detail about you. You do the same, peering at him through your lashes with bated breath, wishing you could pull him closer for another kiss.
You could spend your entire life kissing this man.
With the ease and grace of a panther that has trapped its prey, your husband moves, enveloping you with his body, his hair falling over you like a black curtain. Lying on top of you, one of his hands holds on to the nape of your neck while the other explores your body, teasingly moving down your waist and between your legs. His warm fingers trace your core, feeling the wetness gathered between your legs. Without losing eye contact, he plays with you, dipping his fingers inside, making you shiver and whimper and continues to smirk knowingly.
He pushes his index and middle finger inside you, just up to his knuckles and the intrusion have you shuddering, your core throbbing like it has its own heartbeat. A breathy moan tears from your lips, and he uses the opportunity to lean in and bite your lip softly.Â
Dear god. You whimper. âPlease.â
âWhat?â He mouths against your lips. âT-touch me,â you reply, chasing his lips to reconnect with yours.
You hear him scoff cockily. âI am touching you, wife.â His title for you makes you only more desperate. You whine, starting to writhe, âMore.â
You feel him smile against your mouth, his fingers slipping all the way in. His lips trace your jaw, his nose pressed against your skin before trailing down your neck, while his fingers start moving in and out. Involuntarily, your hips writhe, chasing his fingers while he peppers your neck with kisses and bites before fixing on a particular spot beneath your ear that makes you whimper. Then, he uses his thumb to give you a flick, his dark eyes trained on your face as your pleasure amplifies.Â
âOh my god,â you shut your eyes closed, reveling in the feeling of his fingers inside you. He starts to pick up pace, moving the fingers in tandem, circling them inside you and giving your clit an occasional flick. You wrap your legs around his lower waist, crossing them over and pulling him even closer, a desperate attempt at trying to ease the growing ache. Inside you, his fingers move rapidly, making your body tense as you start climbing your high, the coil in your belly pulling tight.Â
âMy L-lordâŠâ You pant, looking at him with pleading eyes, even though you are unsure what you are trying to say. âSay my name,â he commands, dark eyes trained on you.
You feel even hotter, the coil in your belly pulled impossibly tight. âS-Seungcheol.â
âThat is right. Scream my name.â He orders, eyes hazy with a film of lust and possessiveness. As if teasing you, his thumb brushes over your clit ever so slightly, drawing out a shuddering whine from your lips that makes him chuckle quietly. The sound feels like magic to your ears, a drug to your system that heightens your pleasure. His teeth dig into the soft flesh of your neck, undoubtedly leaving a mark.
âP-please Seungcheol,â you heave, eyes closed shut, fingernails digging into your palms. Humming against your neck, he uses his fingers to rub an even deeper spot inside you as his thumb rubs your clit mercilessly.Â
âPlease!â You hiss, throwing your head back, your toes curling as you wail. âI⊠I cannotâŠâ
âYou are going to cum for me. Now,â his voice is a quiet order.Â
He curls his fingers inside you one last time and flicks your clit hard with his thumb, sending you over the edge. Your release is a tidal wave of mind-breaking pleasure as your body goes tense, your hips arching off the bed, your mouth hanging open as a reaction to the overwhelming pleasure; your first orgasm.Â
You experience a type of bliss you had no idea existed, and for a moment, your mind goes blank, your body lying taut and tense underneath his. The onslaught of pleasure leaves your vision blurry with unshed tears and your mind numb to everything as you slowly descend from the throes of heavenly bliss and register that your husband is sitting upright between your legs.
With his relentless gaze locked with yours, he slowly licks his fingers clean, his long pink tongue darting out to caress his digits as he hums, âThis is the sweetest pussy I have ever had.â
The sight is more than erotic, and for a moment, you are scared you will die from a heart attack. You want this man. You need him all at once, in every way possible. There is an ache coming from the depths of your soul that only he can satisfy.
âPleaseâŠuntie me. I want to touch you.â You beg, hoping he takes mercy. It has been torture keeping your hands off of him. Hearing your plea, he takes mercy and undoes the ribbon tying your wrists. Free, you immediately sit up and wrap yourself around him, pulling him close for a kiss. Vigorously, wantonly, you kiss him and taste yourself on his tongue, moaning and gripping onto his back, your fingers itching to touch his skin underneath his nightshirt.Â
âPlease take this off,â you breathe against his mouth. Your husband smiles, undoubtedly enjoying teasing you. âWhy?â
âBecauseâŠI want to see you.â You whisper sweetly, looking at him through your lashes. The man obliges, letting his hands off you for a moment to take off his shirt.
The sight of his naked body renews the heat between your legs, a new wave of desire overcoming your system. You let yourself gawk at the expanse of the muscles on his chest and the bulky thickness of his arms, all littered with scars, strong and dependable. As he stares at your face for a reaction, you reach for him absentmindedly, dragging your index finger over a scar on his right bicep. It is long, old, and jagged, rough and bumpy to the touch. Without thinking, you lean towards his arm and softly press a kiss on the wound before slowly dragging your lips to his chest, where another scar has bloomed. âIt must have hurt,â you whisper to yourself, pressing another kiss on the scar before meeting his eyes. âI want to see all of your scars, dear husband. And I want to kiss all of them. I want to kiss away your pain.â
Something flashes by his eyes, brief but vulnerable. He immediately snakes a strong around around your waist to pull you tight against him and seal his lips over yours in a possessive kiss.
With his lips tangled with yours, he carries you to the sleeping mat, setting you down gently. You sigh in satisfaction as your back meets the soft, warm quilt.Â
Your husband quickly gets to work, taking off your underskirt in a sharp yank and ripping it in the process. Surprised and embarrassed, you squeak, trying to hide yourself from his gaze. With the lamp burning right on the desk next to the mat, he has a pretty clear view of your body.
âYour pantsâŠâ You whisper, tugging them as well, and Seungcheol chuckles. âSo desperate, aren't we?â
âPlease,â you beg, throwing him your best pleading eyes as your hands roam around his back, feeling the ridge and bump of his muscles.Â
The man quickly takes off his pants, giving you the briefest glimpse of his cock. You barely get to see him as he leans down towards you again, his eyes locked with yours. He drags his palms up, cupping your breasts and squeezing them. A breathy sigh of pleasure falls from your lips as you automatically lean closer to his face, your lips chasing his. Seungcheol captures them in a soft, teasing kiss, his lips gently biting yours as you feel his cock brush against your thigh.
You shiver, goosebumps breaking out on your skin.
You are a ball of nerves right now, the idea of getting intimate with a man for the first time plaguing your mind with worry. Yet, at the same time, you are overcome with desire, need running through your veins.
This is scary yet perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Your husband attacks your neck, kissing and biting the skin while simultaneously playing with your breasts. You mewl, letting your head fall to one side to give him better access to your neck. He hums, the sound so deep and throaty you feel it in your core. His lips do not break contact with your skin, kissing and sucking your sensitive flesh until your whole body shakes like leaves in a tree.Â
âPleaseâŠâ You beg, digging your nails into his shoulder, your body unconsciously starting to grind against him, desperate to ease the throbbing ache between your legs. Seungcheol, finally satisfied with the red spot blooming on your neck, lets you go, peering down at you with his hypnotizing eyes.
âI teased you a lot, did I not, wife?â He hums, caressing your heated face with his knuckles. Drunk with desire, you nod, your half-lidded gaze transfixed. âPlease, take me, my Lord.â
He tsks disapprovingly. As if to prove a point, he wraps his hand around your throat but does not apply any pressure. âMy name.â
âSeungcheol.â You reply immediately.
âGood girl.â Seungcheol smirks, his eyes flashing with something dark as he leans back on his heels, taking a slow, good look at your body. Then, spreading your legs wider, he spits on his fingers and using it as a lubricant over his cock before lining up with your entrance.
âThis will hurt at first.â He warns. You nod, one hand covering your face as you choose to look at the ceiling out of embarrassment.
âReady?â
âYes.â
âLook at me.â He demands, the tip of his cock brushing against your pussy lips, making you shiver and follow his command. âKeep your eyes on me. Watch me devour this tight cunt.â
You feel like someone set your face on fire. Face flushed with his crude words, you barely get to make a sound when Seungcheol thrusts himself inside you. Your head lolls forward with the impact as your hands immediately clutch his arm around your waist for support.Â
âAh!â You cry out, eyes squeezed shut as you feel a sharp sting between your legs. âFuck,â Seungcheol hisses, his voice throaty as he remains half buried inside you. Pausing for a moment, he lets you adjust before pulling back and then thrusting back in. This time, he goes all the way in, and you swear you feel him in your stomach. With a loud, pathetic cry, you cling onto his body, your brain unable to keep up with all the different sensations.Â
He builds a pace, pushing in and out of you in strong movements.
Your brain feels like mush as you fail to utter anything, your mouth simply hanging open to let out breathy pants as you close your eyes and feel every ridge of his cock move in and out of you, the initial pain of intrusion fizzling away. It is a blissful experience, a high you never want to come out of.
âPush out your hips a little,â he orders quietly, dark eyes set on you so intensely, you feel like he can see your soul.
Immediately, you comply, extending your waist towards him while keeping your upper back pressed to the mat. His hands hold your hip bone n a strong grip as he places a pillow under your ass and slides himself back inside you with a leisurely pace, the new angle making his length curve inside you.Â
You start seeing stars.
âOh my god,â you hiss, eyes squeezed shut. The back of your thighs rests over Seungcheolâs, your legs dangling around his waist, and your hands clenched around the sleeping mat as he starts to pick up pace. With each thrust, the force increases, the tip of his cock hitting your most sensitive spot, low groans falling from his lips to match your breathy moans.Â
âI⊠I cannotâŠpleaseâ your whisper mindlessly, the words scattered and almost unintelligible due to your broken moans. âYou want to come?â His voice is almost taunting as he leans closer to look at your face. âWell, thatâs unfortunate. You do not come until I give you permission, wife.â Your husband warns, making you whine.Â
The need to find your release only intensifies. You are so close you can almost taste the blissful release.
âP-Please,â You beg, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your fingernails into his shoulder blades. âSay it louder. Scream my name. Who is fucking this tight pussy?ââ he grunts in your ears, his warm breath tickling your skin.
âSeungcheol!â The desperate yell is quick to leave your lips.
âWho will make you come?â
âYou! Seungcheol!â
âThat is right, wife. It is I, your husband.â He gives you a particularly harsh thrust. âNot San. Not any other man but me.â
âY-yes. PleaseâŠâ you sob. Gripping your chin, he forces you to look at him. âWho do you belong to?â His voice is as quiet as a winter night.
âYou, my husband.â You manage to utter clearly amid his brutal thrusts. âGood girl,â he praises, nibbling on your jaw. One of his hands reaches below to touch your clit as he wastes no time rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves with the pads of his finger, all the while continuing to thrust inside you earnestly.
âSeungcheol!â You scream, your entire body jolting.
Your reaction makes him smirk as he chases his own high, seconds away from erupting inside you. He places your clit between his thumb and index finger, giving you a particularly harsh rub followed by a pinch.
You are catapulted over the edge. Your vision goes white, your entire sweat-coated body twitching from the intensity of the pleasure. It only amplifies as you feel Seungcheol spill inside you, his warm release filling you up and dripping lazily out of you.Â
You feel like you are floating from the bliss.
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Your husbandâs hand strokes your back in repeated soothing motions while you bask in the afterglow of your passionate lovemaking. With him lying behind you on the mat, your bodies pressed together, you move from reality to dreamland every now and then, the smile never leaving your face as you savour his touch and warmth.Â
âAre you asleep?â he softly asks, bringing his face closer to inspect you.
You make a noise and shake your head, too lazy to move. Your husband gently turns you so that you lie face to face.
âAre you in any pain?â You ask again, carefully looking at your face, his fingers brushing away the rowdy strands of hair from your face. You open your eyes and look at him with a gaze full of love. âI am perfect, husband. Thank you.â
He smiles when you address him by that name, a warm, gummy smile that shows his unbridled joy. The possessive madman from earlier has completely disappeared, replaced by a man eager to dote on his wife.
This is your first time seeing this side of your husband.Â
He pulls you against his chest, holding you tight in his arms. âNo, thank you, wife. Thank you for being mine.â You smile, nuzzling his bare chest. This is the safest and most comfortable you have ever felt, and you do not want to let go. Ever.
After a moment of pause, he whispers. âI know I lack a lot. I can be clueless sometimes. So from now on, I hope you share with me whatever is on your mind. All your wishes, hopes and dreams, your desiresâ everything. I promise I will make them come true.â
You are too tired to form a reply, your body growing heavier each second but still, you smile. You peacefully drift off.
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Seungcheol did not go to work today.
The news delights you when you hear it from Jihye as she helps you get dressed. Her eyes linger on your body, especially on your neck, where little marks have formedâ evidence of your lovemaking.Â
She looks half worried and half scandalized, and you wink at her playfully before stepping out of your chamber. Your husband sits on the porch, fully dressed, basking in the sun with a book in his hand.
âGood morning, my Lord.â You whisper, feeling pathetically shy when you catch sight of him. He looks up, his eyes shining when they land on you. âGood morning, wife. How are you feeling?â Shyly, you walk over to him and sit down without leaving any space between the two of you. Fiddling with your skirt, you look away when you answer, âI am alright, my Lord.â
With a gentle grasp on your chin, he turns your face and forces you to look at him. âThe truth.â He says quietly.
Truthfully, you are quite sore, and an ache has taken hold all over your body. However, you cannot complain. The ache is laced with pleasure, especially between your legs, reminding you of last night.
Your heart gallops in your chest as you look into his eyes. âI am a little sore,â you reply timidly. âBut it is a good kind of sore, I promise.â
His eyes travel to your neck, eyeing the red marks visible on your skin. âI was too rough with you,â he murmurs, his tone laced with regret, his eyes focused on your neck. Quickly, you snap him out of it. âNot at all, my Lord.â You sling your arms with his, pulling him closer so that you can rest your face on his shoulder. âYou were just perfect. I enjoyed it. A lot.â You whisper, face flushing.
Your husband keeps gazing at you like he does not believe you. Whipping your head around, you take a quick scan around the yard before pressing a sweet kiss on his lips and giggling like a child. A soft smile blooms on his lips, even though he tries to stifle it.
âYou should smile more, my Lord. You look so handsome.â
âWhy are you calling me that? You called me by my name last night.â His lips form a soft pout as he complains. You pause, âWellâŠlast night wasâŠâ
âYou shall call me Seungcheol from now on.â He announces. âI would like it even more if you gave me a nickname.â
Wide eyed, you look at him.
âDo you understand me, wife?â
âYes, husband.âÂ
Happy with that for now, he does not pester you anymore. You rest your head on his shoulders, your hands intertwined, and watch the morning sky in silence.
âYou asked me to share all my wishes with you last night.â You speak after a while, eyes focused somewhere distant. âCan I share one with you right now?â
âOf course,â he shifts so that his body faces you.Â
Tilting your head up, you admire a white, fluffy cloud. âEver since my brother died, I have only had one wish for my life. I wanted to live by the sea in a small house. In that house, there would be my husband and I, and we would spend the rest of our days there, away from all the noise and bleakness of this town.â
âThat sounds lovely.â He murmurs. You nod before looking at him. âDo you think it would ever be possible for us?â
He remains silent.Â
âGiven the nature of your job, I understand. However, I need you to promise me one thing. You must take care of yourself. You must not get hurt, do you hear me? You have someone to come home to now. You must think about me and you must return home to me, do you understand?â Your hands grip his in an earnest hold.Â
His free hand comes to rest on top of yours, and he gives you a reassuring squeeze, warm and soft. âRest easy, wife. I shall come back to you. Always.â
A lone drop of tear strolls down your cheek, and he wipes it away with his thumb before pressing the softest, feather-like kiss on your forehead. After a moment's pause, you speak. âNow it is your turn to share something with me.â
He regards you with confusion.Â
âAnything. A wish, a secretâŠâ You stare at him with eagerness. He sighs softly, his eyes trained on his lap as he thinks about something.Â
âWellâŠwhen I told you not to expect anything from me,â he begins, looking almost shy, his gaze soft and apologetic. âI was afraid. I wanted to keep you at an arm's length from the beginning because I was scared of losing you. I have lost everyone close to me, and the thought of going through something like that again terrifies me. Since I joined the military, I have kept myself detached from everyone because the less I cared, the better.â
Your heart aches for the man. With gentle fingers, you brush away the unruly strands of hair from his face and trace the scar next to his eye. âYou will not lose me, husband. I am right here.â You promise.
He wraps his arms around you as if to test your words. You wrap yourself around him, basking in his embrace, your bodies melting into one. âDo not leave me.â He whispers, his voice raw and vulnerable.
âNever.â
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Seungcheol left for the palace early today. After two days of relaxation, a letter came for him last night from the palace, demanding his presence first thing in the morning.
At night, Seuncheol held you tight in his arms, soothing away your worries. He finally shared what has been going on in the palace and why there are assassins after him.
Turns out they are working for the Minister of Trade, who is strictly against the new reformations currently being done by the king, like an attempt to abolish the slavery system. Seungcheol has been the Kingâs number one ally and a powerful piece in the game, which is why they are after him. Removing him from the equation is as good as stripping the King of his powers. Minister Kim has done exceptionally well in covering up his tracks, which is why there is no solid proof against him, complicating this entire issue. He has been playing a cat-and-mouse game with the royal army for a while now.Â
Your husband left even before you woke up, leaving a note for you promising he would be home for dinner.
The day slowly passes by with you going to the palace and coming home once your shift is over, always under the watchful eye of San. The mood in the palace has been tense today, different rumours about Minister Kim floating in the air and a sinking feeling forms in your gut. No matter how hard you try, you cannot shake off the feeling that something ominous is about to take place.
Your suspicion starts taking shape when dusk falls and Seungcheol does not return. It turns into terror and restlessness as night falls, and still, there is no sign of him. The supper grows cold, and you fall asleep upright, waiting for him, your husband, who never comes.
When you open your eyes again, you find Jihye sitting next to you, a worried look on her face. âWhat is it?â You immediately sit up straight. âMy lady, it is past midnight. Master has not returned yet. Should we send someone to the palace to ask for him?â She asks.
Your fingers fist around your skirt, anxiety coursing through your veins like poison. âWe should.â You whisper.
Just as you are following Jihye out of the room, you hear commotion; the voice of a servant and Headservant Yang. Running to the porch, you see Seungcheol entering the house, dressed in his military uniform, his sword in his hand.
He marches straight towards you and drags you into your bedchamber without any words. âMy Lord, where have you been!â You cry, gripping his arm. âI have been waiting for youââ
âListen to me carefully,â he cuts you off, his hands resting on your shoulders as he leans down to be at your eye level. His usual unbothered demeanour is gone, replaced by worry that you see in his eyes as vividly as daylight.Â
Something must be wrong. Your heart starts racing.
âThe Minister of Trade is planning to attack us here tonight. They will be here anytime, so I need to get you out of here.â
âWhaâ How did you even find that out? Are you sure?â
âThe royal army captured a member of his team yesterday. We tortured the information out of him. Look at me,â he urges you, his fingers gripping your shoulder even tighter. âMinister Kim knows we are onto him. He has gone into hiding. He will stop at nothing to get to me, to you, do you understand? He plans to go down and drag me with him.â You see the fear in his eyes. The unshakable, indestructible man suddenly appears different, and this change terrifies you.Â
âI am scared.â You whisper.
âYou have nothing to be scared of.â He pulls you in his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. âI am going to send you to a safe place. I need you to do as I say, okay?â
You nod shakily, your fingers holding onto his sleeve in a death grip.
âPack your essentials. We will leave within thirty minutes. Ask Jihye to help you.â He says, pressing a kiss on your forehead before marching outside.
With your heart hammering in your chest, you get to work, moving your shaky limbs to pack a bag with the help of Jihye. Soon, you are ready, and Seungcheol wastes no time wrapping everything up. He places Headservant Yang and the other servant in another neighbor's house to make sure they are safe before setting out with you.
In the darkness of the night, you get onto his horse with his help, followed by him sitting behind you, his arms around you to hold onto the reins. Jihye and another male servant get on another horse, and finally, a royal soldier follows from behind.
A little to the south of the town, there is a long, dense forest which leads to a small, quaint village. There is an ancient shrine there, inhabited by monks, and that is where Seungcheol intends to get you by dawn.
The silence grows heavier and thicker as you tread into the forest; the only sound echoing around is the soft galloping of the horses. You shiver, more from dread than from the cold night air and Seungcheol notices it. âHold the reins.â He orders quietly so that his hands are free. He takes off the muffler wrapped around his neck and gently puts it around yours.
âI asked you to pack the essentials, wife.â His tone is playful. âI think a muffler in this weather counts as an essential.â He teases, and you understand it is his attempt to soothe you. âI am sorry, my lord. You should keep it. You will catch a cold.â You murmur.
âHush now,â he shushes you, taking back the reins. âYou should lean on me and close your eyes. It will take a while for us to reach there.â
âNo, it is okay.â You reply, eyes focused ahead on the dark, narrow road cutting through the forest.Â
It is such a gloomy night. You cannot spot a single star in the sky, shrouded by clouds.
Time ticks by. The night grows darker.Â
Your journey continues through the hour of the ox and into the hour of the tiger. Exhaustion takes over you, and unable to resist it any longer, you close your eyes and lean your head back, resting it against your husbandâs shoulder. It is not an ideal condition to get some shut-eye, but somehow you doze off.
When your eyes reopen, you hear the loud sound of a horse neighing and its heavy galloping. Seungcheol holds you tighter, and with a sharp tug of the reins and a nudge of his heels, his horse leaps into a full sprint. You look around worriedly, scanning through the dense bushes surrounding you.
âMaster! Did they find us already?â Servant Min cries from behind as his horse too picks up pace.
The sounds grow louder, and just as your body tenses up, fearing the worst, you see San pop up from inside the forest, his horse taking a lunge and joining you on the road. âGeneral, you have to keep going!â He yells. âThey are right behind us.â
Seungcheolâs horse sprints parallel to his.
âHow did they catch up so quickly?â
âMinister Kim had his men spread out. They were hiding in a camp a few miles behind. I took care of them, but the messenger escaped. Iâm sure the minister is on his way. You need to move fast. There might be more of his men hiding in the forest.â
Upon hearing his words, you notice the specks of red on his hanbok. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you look behind to see your husbandâs face. His jaw is clenched tight. âWe need to come up with a plan. If they find us, we cannot hold them off. I need to get my wife to safety.â He yells back.
It is as if a cactus is lodged in your throat. âW-what do you mean?â You cry, your face aghast.Â
He does not reply to you.
âIt will be daybreak soon, General! We should hide somewhere.â San suggests.
Just then, you notice a sudden, strange ball of light in the sky, a little towards your right. It takes a moment for you to register that it is a signal, an arrow of fire shot from behind you.
âThere are assassins ahead of us. They now know we are headed that way.â Seungcheol hisses.
âI will take care of it.â San nods, wielding his sword and screaming at the horse, âGo!â The horse runs faster, impossibly so, almost flying forward.
âI need you to stay calm and follow my orders.â Your husband says to you. âDo you hear me?â You nod shakily, âYes.â
In five minutes, you catch up to San, who has taken care of most of the assassins that sat ahead at the curve. As you sprint near, Seungcheol hands the reins to you and readies his bow and arrow, taking perfect shots at the rest of the assassins. Then, he smoothly gets off the horse, followed by the other soldier who has been accompanying you, their swords wielded as they fight one-on-one.
A little ahead of the curb, you stop the horse and so does Jihye and servant Min, watching the fight anxiously. The three men take multiple assassins at a time, making sure they do not get to you.
You chew on your lower lip, your hands fidgeting as you watch the fight unfold. You wish Seungcheol gave you an archery set. You know the basics because you practised regularly as a child with your brother. Even though after his death, you stopped it for a while, you did not completely let go, taking occasional lessons from the older nobleman in your neighbourhood who used to be a skillful archer once upon a time.
By the time the last member of the group has been killed, shades of blue have coated the sky. Seungcheol and his team run back to the horses, their clothes specked with blood. âCome on, we need to leave,â he says, mounting the horse.
There is a sudden sound; a sharp whoosh like a strong gust of wind just flew by, followed by a soft thud.
It is an arrow.
It whizzes towards you, missing the mark and hitting the tree trunk a couple of inches to your left. Your heart stops. A few hundred meters from the way you came, a large group of armed men show up. It is Minister Kimâs convoy.
They have caught up to you.
At the center, leading them is the minister himself, dressed in iron like he is about to go to war. His eyes, black and empty, scour the dead bodies of his assassins lying on the ground in front of him before looking at your husband.
His thin lips curl up into an evil smile. âGeneral! No point in running now! Itâs time to see how good of a fighter you are!â He yells.Â
You feel Seungcheol's body growing tenser with each passing second, his hand gripping your thigh in a bruising hold. You, too, are paralyzed with fear, unsure of what to do. Then, absolutely shocking you, Seungcheol does the thing you least expected him to do. He starts getting off the horse slowly, his eyes trained on Minister Kim.
âSan, take my wife and go.â He speaks quietly to the younger man who hadnât gotten on his horse yet. âMy Lord, what are youââ You do not get to finish your sentence because the younger man has instantly climbed behind you and snatched the reins from your hands.
âGet them!â You hear a shout as you are swept away with lightning speed. Sanâs grip around your body is iron solid, holding the reins with his eyes focused ahead on climbing the steep, hilly road at the end of the forest.
âNo, please! You need to be with him!â You cry, fighting against him as you look behind to see Seungcheol fighting the Ministerâs men, accompanied by the other soldier.Â
He can never outfight all those people.
âHave faith in him. He knows what he is doing.â San assures, kicking his heels so the horse runs faster. You hear sounds right behind you, and you turn to see an assassin on a horse, aiming his arrow at you. San takes notice of it and swerves right immediately to avoid it.
As calculated, it misses, but a second later, your horse neighs out loud, standing on its hind legs before dropping down on the ground, taking the two of you with it. The arrow was meant for the horse. It struck his leg, injuring him, leaving the animal on the ground, softly crying in pain.
San wastes no time getting up and wielding his sword to fight off the man and the others following behind him. Jihye and servant Min, who were right behind you, yell out, calling for you to get on their horse. Jihye extends her hand towards you, but you ignore her, bunching up your skirt and making a run towards the curb.
âMy Lady, what are you doing?â San yells, fighting off the assassins. âJihye, stop her!â
âMy Lady, come back!â
Ignoring their cries, you pick up the bow and set of arrows dropped by the assassin and continue sprinting down the steep road.
Then, finding a safe distance and a place behind an oak tree, you spot your husband, his movements sharp and precise as he takes down one man after the other. You watch as the minister slowly walks towards him, his sword dragging on the ground, leaving behind a threatening trail. Due to him wearing the armored plates, you know it is pointless to shoot at him, so you load your bow and aim at the assassins and start shooting.
The first one grazes past the man you aim at. Not discouraged, you continue, and the second one hits the target.Â
Your husband looks in your direction immediately when the assassin drops dead, his eyes going from confusion to worry the moment he spots you. He does not have the time to do anything about it, as he has to fight the never-ending men.
And you are slightly grateful for that. Right now, he does not have the chance to come to you and force you away, giving you the chance to help him from afar. You continue loading arrows and shooting, missing some but hitting most, well aware of the fact that the Minister has spotted you.
From behind, you hear Jihye coming towards you, her exhausted pleas echoing down the path. âJihye, I need more arrows!â You yell as you come down to your last two. âThere should be some on the road back there!â
By now, most of the assassins have been taken care of, and the remainder are being fought by the soldier accompanying your husband. Minister Kim has approached Seunghceol as they engage in a heated sword fight, the minister swinging his sword like a madman, his growls echoing in the air. Your eyes scan around the place, thinking of finding a way to help Seungcheol, when San finally catches up to you, followed by Jihye, who did not get the arrows you asked for.
âMy Lady, enough!â he yells. âYou cannot be here! The road has been clearedââ
âWe need to help him!â you yell back. âI cannot leave him here forââ You do not get to finish your sentence.
An arrow hits Seungcheol, piercing through the skin right below his right shoulder, on the top of his chest.
âNo!â You scream, watching him stumble back for a moment. Your eyes fly through the scene, spotting an archer hidden inside the forest a little ahead towards your right. As you load your bow to take a shot at him, San finally comes to his senses, flying down the road to help Seungcheol.
You take the shot.
The arrow hits the hidden archer right in the chest, making him tumble backwards, disappearing out of sight. Then, you dash down the road, not scared of anything anymore, Jihye following you as your shadow.
San stands no match to Minister Kim, easily overpowered and tossed aside by his brute strength. He has the eyes of a madman, hell bent on getting to Seungcheol, discarding everything in his way like little bugs.
âI told you, you scarred lunatic!â He screams, charging at your husband. âI will slice your head off your neck and then do the same to your wife!â
He swings his sword around, charging for Seungcheol with all his might. Seungcheol blocks him with his sword, but the force of the attack forces him to fall to his knees. Minister Kim takes the opportunity to knock him off his feet with a kick. Seungcheol falls on the ground on his back, and in the split second, the minister raises his sword towards the sky before bringing it down sideways on his chest.
âSeungcheol!â You yell at the top of your lungs. âGeneral!â San yells, coming from behind and tackling Minister Kim to the ground before he can fully swing his sword across. His helmet falls off from the force of San's attack. With your heart thundering in your ears, you point the remaining arrow at him.
It is like your body is not yours anymore. With zero hesitation, you take the shot while he is still pinned to the ground, struggling to get free, and the arrow hits the bullseye, right in the center of his forehead.Â
His body slumps to the ground.
Pushing him away, San holds your husbandâs lifeless body, his eyes slowly falling shut as he yells his name. Jihye and servant Min run past you, calling their master.
The bow drops from your hand.
You stand there, watching the ground go red underneath your husbandâs body, your fingers gripping his muffler around your neck.Â
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Seungcheol receives his initial treatment in the shrine you were originally supposed to visit.
Once the news of the attack reached the capital, upon the kingâs orders, the royal physician Yoon came to treat Seungcheol. He and his assistants crowded the room, tending to your husbandâs injury with medicine and wrapping the area with gauze as he lay motionless on the mat.
You stood just outside the room, gazing at your sleeping husband, who looked nothing like his usual selfâpale and frail, his body littered with little cuts.Â
Why wonât he wake up? You miss his eyes. You miss his slow, unravelling gaze on you, his crimson, fiery eye that can almost cut through stone with a simple gaze. Where is that man?
Physician Yoon said he is in a deep sleep. They call it a vegetative state. The injury was quite lethal; the wound just a few centimetres away from damaging his heart. He said that the worst is over, and his pulse is stable now.
But he wonât wake up. He remains unresponsive, and it is unclear how long it will take for him to regain consciousness.Â
âI see,â was all you said, standing motionless in your spot, gazing at your comatose husband.
A couple of days later, the King sent a royal convoy to move Seungcheol back to his house from the shrine. You had no complaints, wanting your husband to rest comfortably in his own house rather than a shrine. After a long journey, you reached home in the afternoon, greeted by Headservant Yang, who looked as devastated as you. After making sure your husband was okay, physician Yoon left, leaving you anticipating yet another sleepless night.Â
It is nighttime now, and you sit still next to your sleeping husband. Headservant Yang peeks into the room, begging you to have some food. You ignore her, sitting quietly and observing your husband. The small lamp in the bedchamber casts warm shadows on his face, his sharp features appearing softer and weaker.Â
He looks oddly at peace. You do not cry. You force a smile.
Leaning closer to him, you glide a gentle hand down his face and whisper, âYou can rest. You have had a tough life, my dear. You can rest as long as you need, but you have to come back to me.â
You will pray to every god out there. You will visit every shrine, give unlimited offerings, and pray that your husband returns to you. You will do everything in your power to see him open his eyes. It is truly a shame you do not have much power in your hands.
Sometime later, your exhausted body falls into deep slumber, riddled with nightmares. Your husband lies in a pool of blood, and he does not wake up.
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The next morning, your father comes to see you. You do not move from your spot next to your husband to greet him as San leads him into the room before excusing himself.
He sits next to you, watching his son-in-law with small, worried eyes, muttering words of regret and concern. You hardly hear them, too busy patting Seungcheolâs face and arms with a damp cloth. Physician Yoon left a while ago after checking up on him and said that there is no progress. The kingâs personal messenger came with him as well as the Head Eunuch, praying for Seungcheol and assuring to provide help in any way they can.
You couldn't care less about them. You sent them off, handing the letter you wrote for the king in the messengerâs hand before asking San to see them out.
âMy daughter, you should eat something. You have to take care of yourself so that you can take care of him.â Your father urges.
You finish wiping your husbandâs body in silence before setting the rag down and clasping his hand in yours. They are calloused but warm, and you silently send a prayer of gratitude to the heavens. He is alive. He is still here.
Tracing over his bruised knuckles with your fingertips, you whisper, âYou know, Father, I have been lonely for a long time. After orabeoni died, I thought that was it. It could not get worse, but then Mother died. And IâŠI hated that I was alive. Because in that house, I was dead. I was dead while still being alive.â
You exhale a shaky breath, pulling Seungcheolâs hand closer to inspect it. You need to apply ointment on his knuckles.
âThere was no colour, no joy, no celebration in that house. You were there but also not there. You never saw me. I was not enough, not after losing someone as precious as orabeoni. I felt so guilty. It should have been me, not himâthat is all I could think of. I thought my entire life would be miserable like that, which is why I was so eager to marry this man.â
Another heavy sigh whooshes out of your lungs.
âFather, this manâŠpeople fear him. They say all sorts of weird things about him. But he is the kindest, warmest man I know. He kept his heart locked and hidden from the world, but he is so precious. He is gentle and kind, and he loves me. He loves me so dearly, Father, and I love him. How could I go on without him?â
And finally, the tears fall. Big droplets of water roll down your cheek as you fall on the ground, clutching onto your husbandâs hand and sobbing into the floor, loud and broken.
Your fatherâs hand comes to rest on your shoulder rather unsurely, softly patting you as you keep crying, the tears that never came till now gushing out like a river with a broken dam. Your broken heart continues to shatter into even smaller pieces, and you cannot help but wonder what if he never wakes up again. Maybe you are doomed to be lonely.
The thought makes you cry some more. After a while, once you have managed to calm down, you sit up and wipe your tears.
âIâŠI did not know you felt that way.â Your father whispers, his voice ridden with guilt. âIâŠI never meant to hurt you. I am sorryââ
âI donât want your apology right now, Father. I want you to pray for him.â You cut him off.
âI will. Of course I will.â He says, his eyes shining with unshed tears and guilt. âAnd when he is back on his feet, I will come visit you and I will accept your apology then.â You murmur, your gaze trained on your husband.
âOf course. Have faith, my dear. He will be awake soon.â Your father assures, his voice unstable. You hum absentmindedly.
If Seungcheol does not wake up, you do not know what you will do.
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The wind is particularly chilly this morning.
It has been a fortnight since Seungcheol fell into his comatose state, and he is just as before. Every day, Physician Yoon comes to check on him and then leaves while handing you some herbs to apply to his wound.
You have accepted this as your life now. Waking up every morning with a prayer that all the previous days were a long, gruesome nightmare, but then feeling grateful to see him still breathing, warm and alive.
After completing your daily prayer and offerings at the temple, you walk home in slow steps, the fatigue slowly creeping into your bones. The past week has been hard on you, and it looks like your body to starting to give up. You have not been eating properly, spending all your waking hours beside Seungcheol, tending to his comatose body or crying at the altar of the temple.
You cannot give up. Seungcheol is yet to awake.
Just as you come in front of your house, you find a small stray cat sitting comfortably in the sun. With a small, exhausted smile, you walk closer and crouch down, running your fingers through its shaggy fur. It looks dirty and disheveled, and you wonder where it is from.
You should probably bring it inside and give it some milk to eat. Judging by how comfortably it sits and basks in the sun, you are doubtful you will be able to get it inside your house.
âWould you like something to eat?â You whisper, gently scratching between its ears. The cat meows rather boredly, closing its eyes and resting its head on the ground after a quick swish of its tail.
Right then, a servant bursts out of the front door, looking like he saw a ghost. He looks back and forth down the road before finally spotting you on the ground. The wide-eyed, frazzled look on his face makes your blood run ice cold, and you immediately stand up.
âWhat is it?â
âMy ladyâŠMaster is awake.â
You are free falling. You fall and fall, all the limbs of your body finally giving up after a week of war. For a long moment, you stand there, stuck in a daze. You donât dare to breathe, afraid you would wake up and realize it was a dream.
âI will go get Physician Yoon. Please go inside, my lady.â The servant says before rushing down the street. You struggle to move. The stray cat at your feet has got up due to the commotion and is now strolling into the house.
With your heart racing in your chest, you slowly follow it, your legs shaky due to the nerves.
Seungcheol is awake. He is finally awake.Â
You hear lots of voices, especially Headservant Yangâs, as she scolds and cries loudly. With a lump lodged in your throat, you keep on walking until you spot the door to his bedchamber. You catch a glimpse of your husband sitting up, and for some reason unknown to you, you immediately hide behind a nearby wall.
You are too scared to see him. Too overwhelmed, too afraid.
You thought of this. You dreamed of the day he would wake and look at you, and now that it is here, you do not know what to do. It feels unreal.
You are angry at him. You are also grateful. Angry for getting hurt. Grateful for waking up.
A sob bursts out of your throat, and you start wailing, unable to hold back the tears any longer. With your palms clasped over your mouth, you cry so hard that it becomes hard to breathe. The sobs wrack your body, knocking the air out of your lungs and leaving behind only pain.
The pain of almost losing him. The pain of seeing him lie there almost lifeless, day after day.
A hand on your shoulder startles you, and you find Jihye standing next to you. Her eyes are misty as she wraps an arm around your heaving body and rubs your arms soothingly. âIt is alright, my lady. Please do not cry. He is looking for you.â
Her words make you cry some more before you manage to wipe your tears and snot. It is pretty futile because they do not stop completely. With shaky legs, you move from your hiding spot and continue towards his chamber, your heart pounding loudly in your ears.
Seungcheol spots you immediately, his posture straightening as he sees you arriving. But you do not meet his eye.Â
You cannot bring yourself to. If you look at him, you will start crying once more, right in the middle of the yard, in front of all the servants.Â
Headservant Yang and others start moving away as they see you approaching, giving you privacy. You cross the porch, your eyes still trained on the wooden floor of his bedchamber, your hands slightly shaking.
Finally, you step inside and shut the door behind you. Then, your eyes slowly travel to his.
He is definitely paler and thinner than before, but you see life in his eyes. You see the spark and the shine that have always been present in them, and right at that moment, you are sure he will be alright.
Thank god.
He looks up at you, his eyes brimming with longing and guilt. His usual plump red lip shaded in a pale pink colour. His face littered with little cuts that are still healing, yet he has never looked more handsome.
And you have never been happier to see him.
You want to scream. You want to yell at him and tell him how much you love him, but you cannot speak. Tears and sobs threaten to overflow once more, so you stand there like a statue and keep staring at your husband, repeating in your head that he is alive and well.Â
Until your knees finally give out.Â
You kneel in front of him and wrap your arms around his neck, careful to avoid his left chest and leaning your weight more on the right. Breathing him in, you hold him as tightly as possible, wishing you could merge yourself into him, wishing you could lock him away and protect him for the rest of his life.
Your tears wet his bare shoulders, your fingers tightly gripping onto the muscles on his back, clutching him on for dear life. It feels as if you let him goâ if your grip loosens ever so slightly, you will lose him forever.
It takes a long moment for you to realize how your body is shaking due to your sobs and tearful hiccups, only when your husband's warm hands wrap around you, patting your back like you are a small, wounded animal.
âIt is okay, my dear. Everything is okay,â he soothes in the softest voice, and when you hear him, another violent sob slips past your throat while you cling to him and cry in the crook of his neck.
You want to stop, but the tears are endless, a mixture of pain and relief. Gingerly, Seungcheol pulls you away from him to take a look at your face, which is puffy and tear-stained. With his thumbs, he wipes your tears away, murmuring, âHush, now. It pains me to see you cry like this.â
You want to reply, but the lump in your throat is still heavy, and you know if you try to utter something, only sobs will come out, so you remain silent, raking your eyes over his body before settling on the wound on his chest.
âI am alright, I promise.â He assures you once he sees your gaze. âI feel well-rested, in fact.â
You are glad to hear that.
Wiping the remaining tears and snot rather unceremoniously with your sleeve, you get up on your feet to leave the room, but he tugs on your wrist, pulling you back down and into his arms this time.
âWhere are you going?â
âTo get you some herbal tea.â You reply, your voice meek and scratchy. Your husband locks his arms around you. âHeadservant Yang will do that. I need you to stay here. I have missed you.â
Your lower lip trembles, but you will yourself not to cry again. Instead, you whisper, âI have missed you as well. I have missed you so much, you have no idea, Seungcheol.â
He shifts, peering at your face with a surprised look. âYou called me by my name.â
âI have been calling your name for the past week.â You murmur, staring at your lap.
He maneuvers your body with gentle, effortless hands so that he can see you fully. âYou know, you look like the one who has been comatose for a week. What is this I am seeing? When was the last time you had a proper meal?â He frowns, his eyes trained on you like a hawk as he squints at your face.
You look away, murmuring, âI have been busy nursing a sick man.â
He scoffs. âNot busy enough to eat. You look like a ghost, my wife. I am genuinely worried about you.â
You do not meet his gaze. With an exasperated sigh, he gently tilts your face up by the chin. âLook at me.â He softly commands you. You do as you are told, finding his eyes set on you, those beautiful, mesmerizing eyes that you missed so deeply.Â
Your husbandâs face inches closer to press a soft kiss on your forehead. It is not quick; he holds his lips pressed right in the middle of your forehead, slightly above your brow, like he is trying to leave an imprint. You close your eyes and lean closer, savouring the feel of his lips against your skin.
Oh, how you longed for this.
âI love you.â
You must have heard wrong. You stop breathing, your body going tense for a moment. Seungcheol leans back, one of his hands wrapped around your neck, his thumb stroking your cheek while the other cups the back of your head, angling your face just slightly upwards and in line with his gaze.
âI love you.â He repeatsâhis words slow, heavy, deliberate.
You feel faint. It is hard for you to find words, and while you continue gaping at him with parted lips and shining eyes, he continues, âI was scared I would not be able to say this to you. As I lay on the ground and saw you standing there, this was all I could think of. I was angry at myself for never telling you how much I love you.â
âOh SeungcheolâŠâ your lips tremble. You wrap your arms around his neck, making yourself at home by placing your head under his chin, feeling his hard muscles against your body.
âI love you, dear wife. I love you more than life itself. More than I could ever express.â You hug him tighter. âI love you, too. I love you so much, Seungcheol. You are my whole world.â
âI know.â He murmurs. âI knew the moment you came back towards me. Which you should not have done, by the way. You put yourself in danger.â He loosens his hold on you to catch a glimpse of your face, his gaze admonishing. âI am still mad at you for doing that, but you look miserable enough, so I will let you off.â
You only smile.
âAlso, when were you going to tell me what an amazing archer you are? How come I did not know that?â
You look away sheepishly, biting your lip. âYou never asked.â
He laughs, the sound sweet and throaty. His arms wrap around you in a tight, protective hold once again, and you close your eyes, savouring the rhythm of his heartbeat next to your ear. As you bask in his warmth, you announce, âYou are not going back to the military. I am not letting you go.â
Detangling himself from you, your husband regards you with an amused look, like he cannot believe you. âOh, really?â
âI am serious.â You huff with a frown. âYou are not going back. You have fought enough battles for a lifetime. Now it is time for you to rest.â
âHm. And what if His Majesty disapproves?â His tone is playful.
âI do not care. I already wrote him a letter, saying that once you woke up, you would not resume your duties.â
Amazed, your husband watches you, his eyes twinkling with pride. âI cannot believe you did that.â You ignore him. âPromise me. Promise me you will not go back to the military.â
He remains silent, watching you calmly, and you start getting anxious, expecting the worst. Just as you start thinking of different ways to force him to stay, he says, âI will not, I promise. I was not going to go any way. That was the first decision I made when I opened my eyes. I got another chance at life with you. I plan on using it very well.â
Your heart soars. You grin, a full-on smile sweeping over your face after a long time. Pressing a soft, chaste kiss on his lips, you whisper, âCan we go live by the sea now?â His eyes shine with love. âYes, we can.â
You couldn't be happier. Your heart couldn't be fuller. It is pure delight when you think of a future with this man, away from all the noise and the troubles that have been plaguing your life until now.
He can be safe now. He can rest.
Unconsciously, your thumb traces the scar next to his eye, feeling the bumpy skin underneath your finger. The scar now looks like a tree branch that extends into even smaller branches containing little flowers.
You lean forward and press a kiss on it.Â
âI am just glad you will not get hurt anymore. You have already been through so much.â You whisper, your sad gaze trailing over all the marks on his skin, old and new, before settling on his left chest. You gingerly place your hand over the gauze, remembering how long and deep the gash was.
It will scar for sure. Probably the biggest scar on his body, and it will be because he was protecting you. A shaky breath parts from your lips as you are momentarily transported back in time; him lying motionless on the ground that was turning red. As if your husband can read your thoughts, he gently tilts your chin up and forces you to meet his eyes.
âMy dear, I am alright. Look at me.â
âThis will scar. You will be in much pain as it heals. Because of me.â
âDon't say that.â He holds you against his chest, his fingers wrapping tightly around your limbs. âYou are the only one who loves my scars. Because of you, I now love them too. I would not have changed a single thing if I had the chance. You know why? Because every one of the scars in my body led me to you. And this one?â He places a hand over yours, which is resting on his chest.
âThis one tied me to you forever. I earned you. I earned your forever through this. So I think this is the most beautiful.â
A lone tear strolls down your cheek. âOh, Seungcheol,â you choke over a sob, tilting your face up to capture his lips in a kiss.
His arms engulf you completely, his lips taking over yours, his tongue moving inside your mouth like he has been starving for this.
It is breathless, passionate, and gentle at the same time, conveying all the feelings and emotions the two of you could never put into words.Â
It is beautiful, like the scars on his body, leaving behind a trace of love.
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A/N 2: First of all, I want to thank you for reading till the end. Next, I just want to say that this fic has been one of my dream projects. Is it the best? Maybe not but did I have the most fun writing it? Hell yes! It was originally supposed to be a bit longer but I cut some parts out, mainly because I was worried this app wouldn't let me post the entire thing easily. Sure enough, it said that there were too many blocks on my post, so I had to stitch together a lot of passages even though they were separate at first. So, I'm sorry if the flow gets weird in some places.
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Wonwoo helping burnt out reader relax ( she squirts )
It had been a week of too much.
There had been far too much noise, too many demands, and too many fake smiles stretched over clenched teeth. By the time you made it home in the evening, the only thing that was keeping you upright was muscle memory. Wonwoo sees it immediately; he can sense the tension in your eyes, your shoulders, your silence.
He doesnât say are you okay? He already knows youâre not. Instead, he steps close and tilts your chin up with two fingers, voice low and deliberate.
âYouâre not going to think tonight.â
âYouâre going to listen. To me. Just me.â
The softness in his tone is gone and is instead replaced with command. A quiet, spine-tingling kind that has shivers racing down your spine. You blink up at him, stunned into stillness.
âTake off your clothes,â he says, unmoving. âThen lie down and spread your legs.â
You hesitate for a heartbeat. His brow arches slightly, dominance radiating off him strongly. âNow.â
Something electric shifts in your chest, and that is when you finally make a move. When he touches you, itâs with purpose, it's not just to tease you, but to control you. Every motion of his hand is firm, focused, and unrelenting. The kind of attention that leaves no room for anxiety, no space for your racing thoughts.
Only him.
âYouâve been carrying the weight of everything again,â he murmurs, his voice thick with heat. âLet it go. Right here.â
His lips trace a line down your neck as his fingers slide between your thighs, coaxing reactions from you like heâs tuning the finest instrument in the world. He watches you with every twitch, every gasp, and he's cataloguing it in his mind for later use.
âThere she is,â he breathes, lips brushing your ear. âYou donât have to be strong right now. You just have to take what I give you.â
And what he gives you? Itâs overwhelming. His fingers work you open with practised precision, pressing firm and deep inside you, his mouth brushing filthy and soft words into your skin. Not crude, but definitely claiming.
âLook at you falling apart for me.â
âYouâre going to come for me like this â you donât get to hold it in tonight.â
âLet me ruin you a little. Youâll feel better.â
The pleasure builds fast and suddenly, and feels thick like a wave, and he feels it. Wonwoo feels the way your body tenses and how your legs start to shake.
âThatâs it. Donât fight it. Cum for me sweetheartâ
And when it finally crashes over you, your body gives out entirely, you're writhing and breaking apart beneath him, and completely soaking his hand and the sheets. He curses softly, proud and awed.
âYou needed that,â he murmurs, breath hot against your temple. âDidnât you?â
You canât speak, so instead, you opt to just nod, half-lost in the haze of your mind-blowing orgasm. He kisses your cheek, trailing his fingers up your thigh slowly.
the room still smelled like sex. faint sweat, your perfume, the deep scent of slick and cum clinging to the tangled sheets. the curtains were half-drawn, moonlight slipping through in silver slats, spilling across kento's bare back where he knelt between your legs â silent, head bent, brows furrowed in concentration.
he hadnât said much since he came â just a few soft grunts as he pulled out â slow, gentle, offering you an affectionate kiss on the forehead. your swollen pussy was still twitching around nothing, shiny with the thick drip of him starting to seep out. youâd whimpered, overstimulated, but he only shushed you, warm hand pressing flat to your belly. âdonât move sweetheart,â he murmured, voice quiet. âlet me see, come on. donât be shy, itâs jusâ me.â
that was all it took. your shaky legs fell wider apart, thighs trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm heâd wrung from you not five minutes ago. you were still pulsing, every inch of you soft under the weight of his heavy stare.
kento bent down slightly before he pushed his glasses up his nose. your husband didnât touch at first â just looked. head tilted, tongue clicking softly behind his teeth â it was enough to make you shy. âlook at her,â he muttered. âsensitive, mhm ?â
his thumb brushed down the inside of your thigh, not even close to where you were swollen and leaking. âshe took me well. right, honey ?â you whimpered softly as an answer, too sheepish for anything else.
kento scoffed quietly. âcute.â he said simply, shifting lower, close enough to breathe the heat of you.
your face burned, but it was hard to feel embarrassed when your cunt was still glistening with his cum, your thighs damp and sticky, the proof of your pleasure cooling between your legs as your husband inspected the aftermath with precision.
his hands were warm and wide, fingers gently parting you open. âshe looks so pretty,â he murmured. âlittle puffy.â
you keened softly as he traced a finger down the seam of your folds. not pushing in, not teasing. just cataloging. noting the way you clenched, the way slick gathered on his fingertip. âstill leaking,â he said absently. âi came deep.â he remarked casually. âyou always do, ken...â you breathed.
he glanced up, glasses slipping just slightly, mouth twitching. âyou always keep it so well.â the praise landed heavy in your gut. kento leaned forward, exhaled a breath over your abused pussy â watching you twitch. âtoo much ?â he asked softly. âno,â you whispered. âjusâ sensitive...â
his gaze flicked up again. he smiled faintly, proud, as he ran two fingers up your slit and pressed the pads just slightly to your entrance, gathering more of his release as it seeped out of you in thick, warm drips. âsheâs mine,â he murmured. âmhm ? no one elseâs.â you nodded, thighs trembling. âuh-huh... always, ken.â
he nodded once. ânext time,â he said, slipping his fingers into your mouth without being asked. âyouâre keepinâ it in all night.â
the taste hit your tongue â salty, bitter, slick. you moaned softly, lidded eyes fluttering shut before kento kissed the inside of your knee, still watching you. âgood girl,â he murmured. âclose your legs. let her rest. she worked hard enough tonight.â
» pairing: younger!hongjoong x slightly!older reader
» summary: what happens when hongjoong receives a video from the last person he'd ever expect? and what the hell is in it?
» warnings: nude sending, masturbation (m. & f.), fingering?, power kink (is that even a real thing?), reader is pretty rude to hongjoong, stepcest *evil smirk*, lowkey sub!joongâbut also..not (itâs complicated), he cums pretty fast soooâŠ.
» w.c: 4.5k
» a/n: rahhhhh
y/n sent you a snap.
the snapchat notification drops from the top of hongjoongâs screen; and for a split second, he loses all concentration from the current video playing on his feed.
at the sight of your name, heâs immediately grimacing as he shifts around in his bed. with it going on 12 AM, hongjoong finds not a single ounce of fatigue coats his eyes. instead, he feels his chest begin to bubble with the slightest twinge of anger.
what the fuck do you want?
his thumb, without hesitation, swipes away the alert and he returns back to indulging in his video. itâs of a girl strumming chords on an acoustic guitar, and hongjoong seems to enjoy the melody. though when another notifcation comes buzzing through, his peaceful mood quickly turns into annoyance.
y/n sent you a snap.
y/n sent you a snap.
y/n sent you a snap.
y/n sent you a snap.
âyouâve got to beâŠâ scoffing, hongjoongâs eyes do a quick roll as he now begins to sit up. he firstly reaches over to turn on the lamp near his bed, feeling the covers gently slide down and off of him in the process.
then, resting his bare back against the headboard, he brings a single knee up from once being outstretched and rests a forearm against it.
what could possibly be so important you had to send him five snaps? from what he recalled, you were supposed to be pissed at him- he had taken the family-shared car earlier in the evening, despite you calling dibs on it.
and, yeah, he knew you had plans with your friends tonight. he just truly did not care. hence, why youâre angry at him.
with a leisure attitude, hongjoong goes in to finally click on your videos. however, he swiftly pauses and hovers his thumb over the screen. he thinks harder on this memory.
oh, fuck him.
you better not be sending him a minute long rant video because of that. god, you and your yelling fits. if this is the case, he thinks heâd rather get your tantrum out of the way or else heâs positive youâre going to continue blowing up his phone with them.
at times like this, hongjoong always finds himself hating how he ended up with you as his step-sister.
his catty, whiny, always complaining step-sister.
what makes matters worse is you two somehow ended up being close in age; youâre only 2 years apart with him being younger. you both attend the same community college. and, youâre forced to live under the same roof as one another. thereâs always constant fighting, constant bickering between you two.
so, hongjoong wouldnât even be surprised if you really did send him a whole ass tangent about how selfish and shitty he is. it wouldnât be the first time you did this either. heâs just lucky youâre sending it over the phone versus storming into his room and screaming at him. which for the record, you have done that too.
âwhatever,â hongjoong mutters softly to himself, with him beginning to click on your alert.
the press immediately transports him out of instagram and to the snapchat catalog of all of his recent chats. besides your messages, hardly any other reside here. yeah, there was a couple of unopened ones from his chemistry lab group-chat, but being honest, he just wasnât going to respond to jung wooyoungâs poor attempt at flirting with everyone else.
with this said, he doesnât waste much longer in terms of responding to you, with him tapping on the purple icon. for a second, the video doesnât open, almost as if there was a lag.
he tilts his head to the side and lets out a harsh sigh. he goes to click on it again and this time the video quickly fills each corner of his screen.
yet, what stares back at him is not a rant video. thereâs no yelling; he couldnât even see your face. instead, thereâs immediate shuffling of your phone in a dimly lit roomâyour bed room. the video is shaky and blurred, and hongjoong begins to question if thereâd even been a purpose to it when the screen begins panning down.
it continues to descend further and further, raking the frame over some large area of fabric, until eventually it lands on your completely bare, naked cunt.
the moment he registers whatâs on his phone, hongjoongâs eyes go wide and instantly he starts coughing from shock.
what the fuck is he watching right now?
before he can exit out that video, it quickly cuts off and a new one pops up. this time your pussy is already in full display for the viewer, the camera being only a few inches away from his eyes.
soon, your hand comes into frame, and freshly manicured nails begin to touch at your sex, lightly grazing it.
âwhat the hell..?â hongjoongâs left starstruck.
even when you ever so slowly, use two fingers to first get a good handle on your thick lips, then proceed to spread them apartârevealing your pink insides, heâs in awe. even when you send a single finger to stroke up the middle of your slit, he still canât seem to believe what heâs witnessing. even as you detach your finger from your cunt, now sticky with a stringy liquid, hongjoong has absolutely no idea what the fuck to think.
but even as the video rolls on, he doesnât will himself to leave it. he isnât sure if itâs from pure shock or downright disgust thatâs keeping him intrigued, but he finds himself trained to the screen. not once has he looked away. his gaze remains on your exposure, and without any thought, a pulse rockets throughout his body.
as a new clip progresses, his breathing is turning heavier and more labored. your touch that once started off so airy has swiftly turned into aggressive fingering.
the camera work becomes increasingly shaky the longer the video continues, and now he swears he can see your hips fighting to match pace with your desperate rubbing.
some of the wet spots coating your cunt would glimmer from the light, and yet again that same jolt rushes through hongjoongâs body.
his volume hadnât been up that loudly, however faint whimpers and occasional moans could still be made out, courtesy of you. he thinks anytime he heard those, an uncomfortable surge courses throughout his veins.
especially since he can already imagine the faces you must be making. your dismissive eye rolls, the frustrated nose scrunches, he feels he can construct your expression right now just because he knows you that well.
fuck. and there he goes with another surge. this time accompanied with a quick jerk of his thighs.
the series of videos eventually come to an end. you were able to get in another hearty buck of your hips, which caused the loudest moan of the night to soar out of your mouth. then after that, the video ends and hongjoongâs whisked back to the message log, now waiting for his response.
slow blinks.
thatâs all hongjoong can manage for right now.
slow blinks and a dropped mouth from whatever fucking porn video youâhis step-sisterâjust sent him.
what the actual fuck?
a minute goes by that heâs left you on open. within that time frame, he sees your bitmoji appear at the top of the log, sporting its usual thinking face. three ellipsis are right next to the character which indicates that youâre typing.
soon, an actual message comes up, and as if his brain is on autopilot, his thumb falls down to tap on your notification. heâs instantly dragged back into the chat with you.
y/n:
| no fucking way i just did that
| oh my god
| oh my fucking god
| did i actually just send you that?
why does he feel his heart beating faster? licking his lips, he manages to type out a response.
hongjoong:
| yeah, you did
| what the fuck was that?
y/n:
| NO
| holy fuck
| shit that wasnât meant for you hongjoong
| i meant to send that to someone else
see, now that thought never crossed his mind. actually, no thoughts did until now. you accidentally sent him a nude? how does that even happen?
hongjoong regards your latest texts in perplexity, all the while your own bitmoji character sits idly in the corner, waiting for his response. about 10 seconds pass when your character darts out from said corner and thought bubbles appear next to it.
y/n:
| hongjoong i swear to god you better not tell another living soul about this
| youâll be fucking dead. DEAD. do you hear me?
| yah, answer me.
| answer big sister and tell her you wonât open up your goddamn mouth about this.
âoh, my...â murmuring, he flops his head against the wall and scoffs. he hates whenever you do this. reestablishing your dominanceâlike heâs your pet or some shit. god, you get on his nerves.
he blows out a jagged breath. the pads of his fingers begin to leisurely tap at the screen.
but, fucking hell. why did reading that make his stomach twist?
hongjoong:
| okay i swear i wont say anything
a response from you appears out of no where.
y/n:
| say it again
the tinniest groan gets caught in his throat as his eyes crinkle in anguish. what the hell are you doing to him? do you get off on embarrassing him? he didnât even do anything, and yet heâs being treated like this.
hongjoong:
| noona, i promise i wonât say anything
| alright? iâm not gonna say a single thing to anyone
y/n:
| yeah you wonât
| donât say anything
| donât even THINK about what you saw
his teeth pull his bottom lip inwards, and hongjoong gnaws on it.
hongjoong:
| okay
y/n:
| iâm so serious.
hongjoong:
| i hear you, okay? iâll forget about the whole thing
your bitmoji sits in the corner, as if itâs gathering its thoughts. then, with one final thought bubble, it spits out the last remaining texts before you completely disappear from chat.
y/n:
| yeah you will.
| fucking perv
| and donât talk to me at all tomorrow
| i donât want to see you
| donât even look at me
| is that clear?
and that was that. after those messages, you never came back, not even when hongjoong replied to your words with a mere, âokayâ. you didnât even open it.
with a shaky breath, he exits out of the app and then eventually decides to just shut off his phone.
he sits. waiting for what exactly? hongjoong doesn't know, but he decides to give himself some time to process everything that just happened.
his step-sister was sending nudes to someone else...but accidentally sent it to him?
hongjoong's eyes glance upward as he replays the text messages in his mind. that's exactly what you said. it had been a mistake, those videos.
his gaze travels down as he continues to revisit the whole thing. those weren't rant videos. not like how he previously believed. he had held his breath in anticipation of getting screamed at, yet instead it was practically the opposite.
no yelling, but a quiet stillness. no harsh pointing, but soft touches. rough grunts of frustration were actually tiny whimpers of desperation.
"no way...." hongjoong cups a hand over his mouth as his mind wanders now to the videos, the contents of them.
your pussy was just out. bare. a full on nude.
he remembers your sex was shaven down quite a bit, with hardly any stubble budding out. your skin was nearly smooth. just how hongjoong prefers it- god, what the fuck?
what the hell is he thinking right now? you're his step-sister for fuckâs sake. it's vile of him to think this way about you. it's downright disgusting of him. he knows this.
shaking his head, hongjoong attempts to break away his thoughts, but they're plastered to his brain. no matter how hard he forces himself to think otherwise, his mind is being flooded with recollections of those stupid fucking videos.
your fingers coming down to tease the camera, now he's starting to recall that. how much juice you were leaking out, he can picture the spouts of liquid in his head. your hips fucking your hand with a clear need to get offâhongjoong nearly groans aloud from watching that scene play out.
he's so consumed in these memories; he doesn't even register the fact he's beginning to pull down his pants. he only brings them down till it reaches his mid-thigh, then immediately he starts palming his underwear.
the moment he feels a sense of relief, lips slightly parted as he grips his thick erection in all directions, it's then he realizes what he's about to do. oh, god.
his hand continues to work through the fabric in attempt to satiate the growing desire in his gut. he didnât want to do this. but, the thoughts kept replaying. those same surges from earlier are coursing through his body before ending with a pulse to his poor cock.
hongjoong huffs a little, this time grabbing the waistband and shoving it far enough to where his hard-on springs up. itâs red and swollen, with tiny drops of wetness leaking from the top, and he doesnât waste a second grabbing the base to start jerking it.
âfucking pervâ
that had been one of the lasts things youâd texted before disappearing on him. initially it hurt to see you call him that, but as he stares at the hand stimulating his dick, he couldnât help but allow those words to fuel his drive.
you think heâs a pervert? someone so fucking nasty?
audible breaths fill hongjoongâs ears as he speeds up his pace. going up and down, his fingers curl around his skin for a better grasp.
you probably are repulsed by him, hongjoong thinks to himself, such a disgusting little brother.
quickly letting go, he gathers all the spit in his mouth and propels it towards his palm then returns back to stroking himself. the lubrication makes for a warm sensation, one that hongjoong just melts into. he lets his back relax against the surface as waves of pleasure ripple throughout his cock.
a low grunt topples from his lips, âwell, you- you did this to me. all your faultâŠy/n-ah...â
his pelvis had twitched and bucked upward, causing his hand to squeeze perfectly around the tip and him to softly moan. he didnât even mean for that to happen, it was just reactive. all because of you.
your stupid cunt flashes in his mind once again, and he feels his hand increase as well. the soft whimpers you produced swirl in his ears which makes his own moans grow louder. youâre the only thing in his head right now, and holy hell, he doesnât want it to stop. not anymore.
his hips rut faster and faster into his hand, now finding no reason to hold back. your slick pussy that looked so eatable it made him rock hard, heâs thinking about that. he keeps the images of you trapped within his thoughts, no longer wanting them to escape.
âgahâŠ!â
beads of pre-cum dribble from hongjoongâs slit as he finds great elation in the way heâs absolutely fucking his hand. thereâs no other way to say it. he truly is fucking his hand, now imagining it was parts of you instead.
your velvet walls would take him so well, he fucking knows they would.
would be warm like his palm and contract perfectly like his fingers. he mimics his thoughts with his actions, and heavy pants waft around in the air.
he feels himself getting close. the sensation that once creeped within him is now present, desperate to spill out.
his stomach convulses as he thrusts harsher and wildly into his hand. fuck, heâd never thought heâd orgasm so fast. he tries his hardest to stop it. he tries to cut back on his pace, but thatâs nearly impossible when itâs like heâs in a trance. it just feels too good.
and when hongjoong starts to see white behind his eyes, he knew he wasnât going to last long. his eyes squint with a grimace, âfuck...fuckâŠfu-uck..oh, Iâm cuh...â
with one final buck, his orgasm hits him straight in his core, and he loses all control. strings of cum shoot out from his tip and land in every direction, his body tensing from the rapid shaking. even as heâs painfully aware of his fingers pumping away at his stiff cock, heâd rather envision itâs your nasty cunt heâs filling up.
a milky overload gushing out of your entrance, he acts as if your pussy couldnât handle how much cum he had, and so he had no choice but to finish on your pussy lips. the picture is clear in his head, and it makes his eyes vibrate with a roll.
he moans heartily during it all, and even when his dick starts to become overstimulated, he doesnât care. the pleasure still remains, so he continues to milk out his lasting semen until his hand is drowning in the liquid and eventually no more is coming out.
as heâs coming down from his high, the bliss overtaking his emotions, thereâs truly only one thing left on his mind.
just how screwed he is for the rest of his life.
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- Bonus -
five days.
itâs been five days: wednesday, thursday, plus the weekend, since you and hongjoong last had any sort of interaction, and you want to make sure it stays this way.
youâve been avoiding him, that much is evident. while you had told him to not interact with you the next day, you personally just couldnât do it.
the day after the incident, you whisked yourself out the house and decided to crash at a friendâs place. you were too mortified and pissed to even be in the same room as your step-brother. let alone bear the repercussions of it all.
god. how could you have been so stupid? all it took was one misclick, and the rest of the videos were just sent to that recipientâthe wrong recipient. to make matters worse, you hadnât noticed anything alarming until after the videos were both sent and opened by the absolute last past you couldâve shown. how lucky.
once the following monday hit, you knew it was time to come back home. your parents had been questioning your whereabouts since you disappeared with no heads-up, them constantly texting you. however, even with the obvious shift in tone, it seemed clear they were still in the dark about the reason behind your absence.
good. hongjoong better keep his fucking mouth shut if he wanted to live to see another day.
that also makes for an easier return back to the house, knowing the issue is self-contained. when you pull up in your driveway that morning, it also helps that your parentsâ cars are gone. theyâre definitely at work currently, so now you can have even more time to collect your thoughts.
you donât see hongjoongâs car anywhere in sight, either, and now youâre even more relaxed. right, he should have classes around this time, while you on the other hand had the pleasures of having mondayâs off.
climbing out of the car, you find the trek back into the house much easier. no oneâs home, and they probably wonât be home for at least a couple of hours. meaning, you donât have to worry about anything as of right now, you are golden to-
the moment you throw in the front door, entering your residence, an ambling body comes trotting down from the staircase, and the two of you instantly lock eyes.
your face goes slack.
what. the. fuck?
with a bare chest out on display, hair messily scattered, and sporting sleep shorts, hongjoong has all the characteristics of the i-just-rolled-out-of-bed attire, and that begins to irritate you. why the hell is he here right now? just like that, youâre back to being on guard.
hongjoong halts his movements for a second before continuing his descent downstairs, this time at a much slower pace. you figured heâd sense your rapid mood change as hot anger pricks at your skin, causing him to avert his gaze from yours.
reaching the bottom of the stairs, hongjoong rounds the corner, your eyes trailing after his body as he makes his way into the kitchen. you arenât sure what takes over, but soon the fury youâre experiencing has you storming right along into the kitchen, as well.
âwhat the fuck are you doing here?â you sneer, slamming your hands down on the large island resting in the middle of the kitchen. you wanted answers and you wanted them now.
hongjoong, whoâs standing on the complete other side, glances up from the bowl he recently grabbed and towards your power stance. the quick eye contact makes your stomach turn, but you make sure to appear indifferent.
âi woke up late today, then decided not to go to class,â his tone starts off like heâs tired, nearly dejected, but then it swiftly changes to that of something else, âare you finally back from your impromptu trip?â
you cock your head to the side. was that sarcasm you detected in his voice?
âwhatâs it to you?â thereâs a snap to your question, but even that doesnât seem to faze hongjoong.
he just turns his face away as he goes to speak, âjust figured i should know. because if you are staying hereâŠ.â he pauses briefly before letting out a dry laugh, âthen technically i shouldnât be talking to you, looking at you, or thinking about you,â he twists his head so fast, your attention gets recaptured by his piercing gaze, âisnât that right?â
those words.
you had said that to him a few days ago out a fit of rage. and now, heâs hurling them back in your face.
your throat bobs uncomfortably as you try to swallow the imaginary thick pill, your demeanor somewhat faltering, âfor the recordâŠi meant every word.â
because truthfully, you did. you could not stand kim hongjoong before this whole thing happened, and you surely canât stand him now. for your own sanity, he needs to keep a distance from you.
with a scowl, his nose turns upright at your statement, âreally? but, you can slam your hands down and yell at me all you want? how does that make any sense?â
âiâm your senior, i can do whatever the hell i want.â you hiss right back, âdoesnât matter what i fucking said, all you need to do is listen.â
here we go with this.
ây/n, donât try to-â
âwhat was that?â you buck your head forward with a disgusted face.
he takes a deep breath then tries once again, ây/n. itâs-â
âwhat?â you make sure to enunciate every letter.
hongjoong feels the anger boiling in his chest. with another irritated sigh, he opens his mouth, ânoona-â
you stop him from progressing with his sentence, seeing as that word alone proved your point. youâre above him systematically. thereâs nothing else to argue. as your younger brother, he needs to accept this fact and just do as heâs told.
âare you understanding now? how this works?â you fake sincerity with your questions, watching his own lividness unravel within his eyes. you donât care, though. you want to make him feel low, âso when i tell you to not fucking look at me unless iâm talking to you, what does that mean, hongjoong? do you get what iâm saying?â
his knuckles are turning white. he didnât even realize heâd been gripping the bowl so tightly until a sharp pain rockets through his hand. he lets go instantly, though fails to speak a word to you.
eyeing him up and down, you take the lack of response as a sign of victory. after a beat of silence, you backpedal slightly away from the island. now, after that, itâs time to raid the refrigerator for some breakfast.
while you venture off towards the refrigerator, you register how hongjoong doesnât move an inch.
the fridge doors open, and with unconscious thoughts tumbling out in a murmur, you mindlessly search around for anything that catches your attention. all the while, an eerie stillness has taken over hongjoong.
you scan around, lowly muttering to yourself, ââŠwouldnât even be surprised if he turned out to be a fucking pervertâŠprobably enjoyed watching those videosâŠ.getting off on themâŠ..what aâ!â
a hand comes in contact the one of the doors, the force making it slam shut. hongjoong slides his way into your proximity, and you can already see the anger emanating off his body. he stares you down menacingly as now you begin to feel trapped.
âyou want me to tell you the real reason why i woke up late this morning?â he starts off with narrow eyes. when you donât give a reply, too busy trying to reel-in from the sudden outburst, he takes that as a sign to continue speaking. he bores his gaze deeply into yours, âever since you sent me those stupid, fucking nudes, i canât stop thinking about them.â
wow. your eyes go wide a that, your breath hitching in the process.
he doesnât waste another second, quickly adding on to that, âtheyâve been so intrusive, infecting my thoughtsâmy dreams,â his eyes scattily absorb your expression, intaking the wave of emotions that wash over your face, âitâs gotten to the point where iâve been fucking myself raw before bed, just so i can sleep comfortably. every night, cumming over and over again to the thought of my big sisterâs pussy.â
he watches the horror override your once sly attitude. and god, does it feel great to finally have you so shocked.
he drops his hand from the metal doors, then begins to step away, âhow about it? is knowing that going to cure that rancid attitude of yours, noona?â
just like your previous ones, hongjoongsâ questions are rhetorical. he doesnât want an answer from you. no, that wasnât the goal of his confession. he just knew he wanted to make you feel as sick as you did to him.
and thereâs nothing sicker than the truth.
hongjoong doesnât stick around much longer after that bomb drop, with him retreating back to his room upstairs. youâre still in the kitchen, trying to process what the actual fuck you just heard.
he rounds the corner, about to take the first step upwards, when his vision flickers over to you one last time. youâre spaced out in a stare, your breathing regular and even. youâre frozen like a statue.
but when his gaze peers down to your legs, and the slight clutch they do, he knew from this moment things would really never be the same.
Nasty!Toji Who loves you so much heâs willing to do anything to prove it to you. So when he hears you start to berate yourself and your looks, he takes things into his own hands.
Nasty!Toji Who starts with conditioning himself to get hard merely at the sight of you, though, that wasnât hard to do since that was already the case. Now, however, he canât go outside with you unless he rubs his cock raw and sensitive.
Nasty!Toji Who refuses to let you talk bad about yourself, walking up behind you and interrupting your self-deprecating words by wrapping his arms around your waist and humping your ass like a dog in heat.
You try to push him off, stuttering in shock as you stare up at his smug smirk, forgetting all about the mean things you were saying about yourself.
Nasty!Toji Who sniffs and laps at your sweaty skin, shoving his face in your neck, arms, thighs, and even your armpits if youâre not careful. Heâll even go so far as to pin you down onto the nearest surface, rutting his erection against your ass as he sniffs at your stinky skin :(
Nasty!Toji Gropes and squishes your body whenever he gets the chance, jiggling the flesh as he mumbled about how sexy your body is. If you donât believe him or try to get away, heâll straddle your body and whip out his hard cock, fisting his cock to your little whines until he can coat your body in his seed.Â
Nasty!Toji Who gets frustrated when your insecurities start affecting your sex life, scowling as you shuffle further to your side of the bed. He scoffs, grabbing your hips and bringing you back to him, his hand sliding down to meanly rub and slap at your cunny, relishing in the little wet paps that echo in your quiet bedroom <3
Nasty!Toji Who loses sight of why he was acting so lewd in the first place. Now he canât stop himself from eagerly running his tongue over your teeth, sucking on your tongue and fisting his cock against your damp panties while his own desires take over. God, he canât even fathom why he held back before.
Nasty!Toji Listens to you peeing one night after having sex, and he canât stop the way his cock hardens at the sound. Oh, the sweet trickle of your piss hitting the bowl and your soft sighs, the mix of his cum and your urine splattering down and emptying your sweet cunnyâŠoh, he breaks down the bathroom door then and there, spreading your legs to lap at the yellow dew that clung to your labia.
Nasty!Toji Who loves you so much, he discreetly slides a ring onto your finger mid orgasm <3
~~~
A/N: i love nasty toji i love letting my mind run wild when im writing
two hours ago you wished your boyfriend good luck on his performance over a text message, not expecting to hear back until after the concert. to your surprise, you get a notification from him soon before he needs to be on stage
is he hurt? did something happen? did the concert get canceled? your head spins with worry as you tap on his message
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mingyu: baby
mingyu: can you help?
mingyu: đ„č
a picture of his dick print⊠seriously? you text back angrily
y/n: are you serious? i thought something happened to you when you texted so suddenly
y/n: fuck, youâre so annoying sometimes
mingyu: iâm sorryyy to worry you.. i have to be on stage soon
mingyu: iâll make it up to you
mingyu: pleaseee?
god, you could picture the pout on his face while typing that message. honestly, his dick did look huge in the photo, and it was kind of turning you on. and he did say he would make it up to you... when it comes to your boyfriend, you donât need much convincing to do what he asks. you go to your camera app and start recording yourself slipping your shorts off, running your finger through your slit before fingering yourself the way he does. you make sure to moan extra pretty for him, the same way you moan and gasp when heâs inside of you
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y/n: you better repay me good
you imagine mingyus reaction, picturing how heâs pumping his cock in a bathroom stall of the concert venue, trying to keep quiet in case someone else comes in. you wish you could be there with him, giving him the real thing instead of a video
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he sends back a picture of his hand and cock covered in cum