#ateez yunhwa smut

[atzloverr]

On this snowy morning

Boyfriends!Yunhwa x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriends Yunho and Seonghwa love showing you just how much they adore you on these tender december mornings, the only thing that matters being the three of you under the warm, soft sheets.

Pairings: Seonghwa x reader, Yunho x reader, Seonghwa x Yunho

This fic includes: established relationships, somnophilia, cunnilingus, female reader, threesome, polygamy, nipple play, soft doms!Yunhwa, sub!reader, slight switchy!Yunho, unprotected sex, creampie, blowjob

MDNI under cut

Oh, how beautiful you looked, lying there, so graceful even while in deep slumber. The winter snow outside caused a light that made your skin glow beautifully. Your chest slowly rose and fell, your bare skin warm under the soft duvet.

Seonghwa let his hands roam your neck, tracing over the purple marks from a couple of nights before. He looked over to Yunho, who lay next to you, arm draped over your stomach, still snoring quietly. Seonghwa smirked slightly, an idea popping into his mind.

Seonghwa’s hand found Yunho’s shoulder, rubbing slow circles into them. He knew Yunho awoke easily, so he didn’t have to wait for long until said man’s eyes fluttered open to meet his.

Before Yunho could utter a word, or even let out a groan, Seonghwa hushed him quietly, putting a finger to his lips.

Truly, they both knew you were a deep sleeper, but Seonghwa didn’t want to risk losing the opportunity he saw in front of him.

Yunho gave a confused face, but soon caught on when Seonghwa’s soft lips met your neck in slow, careful kisses. He watched as Seonghwa traced his mouth to your collarbone, smirking as his kisses almost turned into sucks.

Yunho understood what the older wanted of him, and started slowly kissing your breasts, tongue teasing your nipple, which turned erect when he pulled the warm duvet to the side.

You let out a small moan in your sleep when Yunho’s mouth surrounded the hard bud, squirming ever so slightly at the pleasure as goosebumps coated your skin.

Seonghwa’s mouth had moved even further down. It was getting hard for him to contain his excitement. All he wanted in this moment was to hungrily eat you out until you came undone.

But no. No, he had to stay calm, he had to keep himself contained for you. While Yunho kept working his mouth on your tits and neck, Seonghwa finally positioned himself between your thighs. Right where he wanted to be.

He slowly lifted your legs to position them over his shoulders, before his mouth kissed your thighs.

“Yunho, she’s getting cold,” Seonghwa whispered. Without another word being spoken, Yunho pulled the duvet over you once again.

Your body couldn’t help but react when Seonghwa’s long tongue finally found your cunt, slowly licking up and down. “She’s wet for us,” Seonghwa whispered, just so Yunho could hear it. Yunho let out a small chuckle at Seonghwa’s words, his tongue teasingly circling your nipple.

Yunho could feel his cock twitch when your eyebrows furrowed as you moaned in pleasure, Seonghwa’s tongue circling your clit.

As his tongue’s movements quickened, your moans got louder and louder. “Darling, you’re going to—“

“Wake her? I know,” Seonghwa said lowly. Yunho lust laughed at his boyfriend, before sucking on your nipple more harshly, no longer following Seonghwa’s unsaid advice on being gentle.

Seonghwa pushing a finger inside of your cunt seemed to be the one thing pulling you out from your dreams. When you finally stirred awake, Yunho was quick to sense your confusion, not only by your facial expression, but also by the quick whimpers leaving your slightly opened mouth.

“Shh shhh baby, relax,” Yunho whispered. Oh how you loved his morning voice. His mouth soon met yours in a slow and affectionate kiss. You moaned lowly into his mouth when Seonghwa’s long finger slowly curled inside of you.

You lifted the duvet only to meet Seonghwa’s hungry eyes. You could see the smile on his face, even as he eagerly let his tongue work wonders.

Yunho uncovered your body, the duvet being thrown to the floor. “Just lay back,” he said, helping you lay back down on your back. “Let us take care of you.”

In the state you were in, still hazy from having just woken up, you just nodded, whining at the sensation of Yunho’s lips returning to one of your sensitive nipples.

At this point, Seonghwa’s fingers were deep inside of you, his tongue massaging your clit.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge as your boyfriends continued pleasuring you. Yunho almost growled when your fingers gripped his hair in desperation at the overwhelming sensations.

“That’s it baby,” Yunho almost moaned. “Let go for us.”

And with those words, you finally came, your free hand gripping the bedsheets as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Your moans got drowned out by Yunho kissing you again, his tongue entering your mouth. He only kissed you like this when he was really desperate, which he probably was, judging by his hard length pressing against your leg.

You breathed heavily when Yunho’s mouth left yours, Seonghwa’s fingers still slowly pumping inside of you. His tongue lapped up your juices, making you sensitive from the slight overstimulation.

Yunho whined suddenly, his long fingers finding Seonghwa’s dark locks, pulling slightly. “My turn,” he said. Seonghwa laughed into your skin, before abducting his skillful mouth from you.

Before you knew it, the two had switched places, Seonghwa’s dark eyes meeting your half-opened ones.

“Hi baby,” he purred, fingers running through your scalp. “Hey,” you answered, voice still raspy from having just woken up. Seonghwa smirked slightly before you let out a loud moan when Yunho got to work between your legs.

Seonghwa just giggled when your legs started shaking from the feeling of another tongue on your still sensitive heat. “Yunho—“ you breathed out, but he didn’t waste any time to answer you in any way. He kept hungrily licking you, not being nearly as precise as Seonghwa had been, but equally as pleasurable.

“Hey, look at me,” Seonghwa said, your gaze finding his. He smiled at your expression, your eyes dripping with lust. “Like being woken up like this, hm?” he asked rhetorically. “Like having your boyfriend’s mouths on you first thing in the morning?”

You sighed in pleasure as Yunho’s tongue focused on your sensitive clit. His strong arms pushed your legs back, making you feel even more exposed in the open air. “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Seonghwa whispered. “So aroused by us, even in your sleep~”

You could feel a second orgasm building inside of you, your eyes closing as you basked in the pleasure of Yunho’s hot tongue. “Baby,” Seonghwa sang warningly, making you look at him immediately. “Yes, keep your eyes on me.”

You felt more and more exposed for every second that passed, no longer having any covers over your naked form, your legs folded against your body as you were forced to keep eye contact with Seonghwa.

“That’s it. Give us one more,” Seonghwa said before his lips met your neck, sucking on it, making you moan even louder, as you were pulled to the edge for a second time.

But right when you felt the pleasure of an orgasm approaching, Yunho suddenly pulled away from your cunt, letting your legs fall to the bed.

“No, please Yunho—“

“Shh,” Seonghwa whispered into your ear, you saw the smirk on Yunho’s lips, and it didn’t help with your frustration. You tried to buck your hips upward in a desperate attempt to get some friction, still chasing that orgasm, but Yunho held your legs down with determination. “Looks like our puppy’s a little bit naughty today, Y/n” Seonghwa hummed, looking at Yunho.

You huffed, but your eyes widened again when you felt Yunho’s soft tip rub against your wetness, making you shudder every time it met your clit.

“C-can I?” Yunho asked, and you eagerly nodded, but soon realized the question wasn’t only meant for you. Seonghwa stayed quiet for a moment before chuckling to himself. “Make her come,” he finally said, and at that, Yunho eagerly positioned himself at your entrance.

His breathing was quick, and you hadn’t seen him this turned on for a long time. “Ready baby?” he asked. You laughed at his cute expression. “Yes, slowly,” you answered.

He lifted your hips to easily enter you, and it was clear to you that he worked really hard to do it slowly. You knew all he wanted was to ravage into you right away, but he could never do so without getting the go-ahead.

“This okay?” Yunho asked when he was almost fully inside of you. You nodded, feeling his large cock fill you up almost completely already. Seonghwa’s soothing touches on your shoulders and neck definitely helped you relax.

“Think you can take another cock too, baby?” Seonghwa asked into your ear. You eagerly nodded as Yunho pushed the last inch of himself into you. You felt so full right now, but couldn’t bask in the feeling for long, until Seonghwa positioned his hard cock by your mouth.

“Can I move?” Yunho moaned. He had already subconsciously started rocking his hips slightly, but you nodded eagerly, desperate for the orgasm that had been taken away from you.

You opened your mouth, looking up at Seonghwa with pleading eyes, and when he finally entered your mouth, you let your tongue work on his tip, circling it as you bobbed your head back and forth.

Your ears were pleasantly filled with the sounds of your boyfriend’s beautiful moans, as their rhythms picked up for every second that passes.

“Good girl, there you go,” Seonghwa moaned. You could tell the two were close to coming not long after you had started, and when Yunho’s fingers met your clit as he fucked into you, you could feel another orgasm building for you too.

Yunho couldn’t contain himself when you tightened around him, so he soon burst inside of you, letting his warm cum fill you up. Right when you felt him finish, you did the same, finally getting that orgasm you had been craving.

Seonghwa kept fucking into your mouth, his deep moans quickening as you moaned around his cock. “That’s it baby,” he praised, before finally exploding into your mouth. You eagerly swallowed every drop of his juices, seeing the blissful look in his eyes as you let the liquids run down your throat.

You let your tongue lick up the length of Seonghwa’s cock as he pulled out of your mouth. “Such a good girl,” Seonghwa breathed heavily in sync with both you and Yunho.

Basking in the afterglow, you failed to notice how Seonghwa and Yunho quickly moved around to change their position, and before you knew it, Seonghwa was between your limp legs once again.

“Hwa, I—“ you started, but was interrupted by a high-pitched moan when his tongue entered your hole, slurping up Yunho’s cum, not letting a drop go to waste.

Yunho lifted you to position you in front of him, his arms holding you close to his chest. “Sensitive baby?” he teased into your ear, sensing shivers down your spine. Seonghwa slowly cleaned you up while Yunho kept whispering sweet nothings into your ears, occasionally giving your neck a little bite or suck.

You met Seonghwa’s eyes when he pulled away from you, finally letting you relax completely.

“You like having your boyfriends fuck you first thing in the morning?” Seonghwa hummed, making you hide your face in embarrassment. “Oh no baby, don’t be shy~” Yunho purred from behind you. “We love it too.”

Seonghwa seemed to be able to sense the feeling of the chilly morning air against your skin, as he threw the duvet over your form again. “Thank you,” you hummed as Yunho and Seonghwa lay down on either side of you.

“You took us so well baby,” Yunho smiled into your neck, still nuzzling into your warmth. Seonghwa had gotten a few wipes from the bedside table, using them to wipe you carefully.

“Aw, still a little wet baby?” Seonghwa cooed, wiping your thighs. You whined in shame as you met Seonghwa’s teasing gaze. “Don’t worry,” he set the wipes on the bedside table again. “We have all day to make you feel good.”

Giving you one last kiss on your slightly swollen lips, Seonghwa lay down beside you, letting his hand rest on your hip. You were too tired to fight his teasing remarks, and you definitely weren’t going to argue about the “we have all day”-deal.

You let yourself fall into a deep slimber once again when Yunho ran his long fingers through your slightly messy hair, the warmth building back up under the soft sheets.

”Love you,” you let out quietly, almost inaudibly. “We love you too baby,” Yunho answered, before the three of you fell asleep once again, knowing the only thing on the agenda today being time spent with each other.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!!! It’s been a while since i posted, and for that I apologize :( I AM HOWEVER almost done with the next chapter of selfish desire!!! Asks are always open for requests or any other thing you guys have on your minds! Love you all!!!

[k-hotchoisan]

hello dearest 🥰

hard hours are open? so are my legs for this:

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love you and your work, have a blessed new years ❤️

7 minutes of compensation

<seonghwa x fem!reader x yunho>

Coming back upset and disappointed at how your date turned out, Seonghwa and Yunho decide on a way to compensate you, in their own pretty little way.

Rating: R - explicit

Genres/Warnings: pwp, smut, 3some, oral (f receiving), riding, orgasms, fratboys!ateez, pet names, unprotected sex, face fucking, cream pies, dacryphilia, fingering, reader is a brat and it's deserved, pussy slapping (only once)

Word count: 3.6K

a/n: super late on this one, but this prompt was perfect for @atzhouse frat boys event <3 enjoy and indulge heavily 🩷 also thank you to my lovely @bro-atz for helping me develop the plot i could kiss u to death!!

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You were gonna fucking kill them. The both of them. As much as you adored them as your roommates, you swear they fucking sucked at matchmaking, or either that, their fraternity has men that are less than subpar. 

Unfortunately for Yunho, he happened to be in the line of fire, and he got the heat first—meeting your cold gaze, then your sharp eye rolls which truthfully, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him until you blocked his path, arms folded tightly across your chest, your bottom lip sucked in from sheer annoyance, and even though Yunho pretty much towered over you, for once, you don’t feel small. 

“Is it a thing in your little groupie that none of y’all can even reach the bare minimum of being a man?” You spit, narrowing your eyes, tilting your head. 

Yunho scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. “I’m not following, y/n”, he replies. Even though you know he’s being honest, unfortunately, he’s still part of the stupid fraternity, and technically he seconded introducing this poor excuse of a male to you.

“Where’s Park Seonghwa? Is he hiding from me because he fucking knew that son of a bitch was a sorry excuse of a man?” You grunt, attempting to push past Yunho, who quickly grabs you by the shoulders before you actually start acting on impulse and causing some property damage. It works. Barely.

“Hey, hey. Y/n, you need to tell me what happened before you decide to burn our dorm to the ground,” Yunho says, trying to meet your glacial eyes. God, Yuhno is so fucking lucky that he has a personality of a cotton ball because that’s what he could turn you into in an instant just with his gentle voice and soft demeanor. You kind of knew it wasn’t really his fault that the male he and Seonghwa introduced ended up being completely a piece of shit, but still. 

No. You weren’t about to falter at Yunho’s warm gaze and the way he’s leaning into you, his hands firm on your shoulders. Deep inside, you knew Yunho was the last person to be unreasonable. 

Your hard stare is slowly softening and the hostility is slowly dissolving much to your dismay, but you still hold your pout, now turning more cranky than mad.

You decide taking a deep breath to start your complaint would be the right way about it, especially since it helped with hiding your tears that were just threatening to fall. 

At that moment, Seonghwa emerges from his room, having heard the commotion from the common space, his face as clueless as Yunho’s. Yunho turns away from you, the grip on your shoulders lightening as he stands up straight to look at the older male. 

Seonghwa’s stare blank as he shuts his door, “I heard my name. What’s going on?”

Now there the three of you were—on your bed, Seonghwa on your left, Yunho on your right, the both of them exchanging glances at each other, not wanting to break the silence or you’d end up breaking their necks. Your arms are still crossed, and your expression now a pout rather than some intention to commit murder within the dorm. You made them sit with each other in complete silence while you decided to take a shower to hopefully wash off the vexation, obviously to no avail. At least you smelled nice.

“The guy the both of you introduced”, you huff another deep breath, “not only fucking sucked in bed but tell me why none of you told me he was fucking someone else?” 

Another exchange of glances, this time with panic and confusion swirling in their eyes. You stand up and face them, your hands on your hips.

“We swear we didn’t know”, Seonghwa is the first to respond, his hands raised defensively. “He said he was interested in you, and we just…”

“Linked the both of you up, since you offhandedly mentioned that he was pretty cute”, Yunho continues. 

You smile, which doesn’t reach your eyes on top of dripping with anything but kindness or satisfaction, well, given the complete fuckery your stupid date put you through. You lean forward, stroking Seonghwa’s jaw, and for a moment, he seems entranced by your gaze, growing slightly breathless for a split second.

“Did you know who he was fucking?” You ask, and it comes off as a rhetorical pop quiz question, which both Seonghwa and Yunho knew better than even trying to guess, lest you have their heads in your arms by the time this is over. 

Seonghwa’s tongue slips out, wetting his plump lips out of nervousness. Sometimes you think Seonghwa looks absolutely delectable when he stares up at you with his doe eyes. You watch him shake his head. 

Then you let go of the poor man, leaving him to catch his breath on top of having the smell of your body soap almost shutting the rest of his senses down.

“His ex-girlfriend”, you spit, accompanied by a roll of your eyes. Both males had expressions that were equivalent to being a deer in headlights, which slightly cushioned your hostility because it seemed that they genuinely didn’t know about this. 

“I’m sorry to hear about that”, Yunho says, and there’s a glint of guilt in his eyes you barely catch. His hands reach out to yours, hoping to appease your anger slightly, and Seonghwa mirrors his reaction.

“Y/n, I’ll make sure he never contacts you ever, alright?” Seonghwa follows, his fingers gently stroking yours, making a mental note to bash his fraternity mate into the wall when he has the chance to. “Yunho and I will make sure of that.”

“I can’t believe he fucking fumbled a chance like that”, Yunho mutters. 

You remove your hands from the two males, crawling towards the headboard, letting your head rest on the endless amount of pillows, both Seonghwa and Yunho trailing you with their eyes, watching the way your shorts were riding dangerously up your thighs. 

“I want compensation, from the both of you”, you remark, your eyes darting to your phone screen, gradually getting distracted as your anger slowly dissipates. “On top of him being a piece of shit, he fucks like a loser. You have guys like that in your fraternity to represent how y’all fuck or what?” 

It takes less than a millisecond for Seonghwa’s gaze to darken, which you don’t notice until your phone gets snatched from your hands. You are about to part your lips to complain, that is, until you see the poison dripping from Seonghwa’s gaze. Before you can register it, a pair of arms lift you from below, and you’re facing Seonghwa, while being seated on Yunho’s lap. Yunho’s arms are wrapped around you, and you realise you’re trapped. 

“No, Angel. We don’t fuck like that piece of shit does”, Seonghwa corrects you, his voice calm and almost angelic, if it wasn’t for the fact that his tone is tinted with anything but. 

“We fuck better.”

“You shouldn’t lump us with guys like him, that hurts our feelings y’know”, Yunho chimes behind you, his voice tickling your ear. 

Seonghwa’s lips are inches away from yours, “Believe me, we’ll compensate you fully.”

You feel your heart hammering in your chest, the tension in the air climbing up in levels at a rapid pace. Seonghwa doesn’t intend to give you the time to form your thoughts before his lips are on yours, gentle yet greedy, growing more possessive by the second, and you let yourself melt into his lips, his touch, his seduction. 

Soft moans escape your lips the more Seonghwa lets his tongue swipe yours and your lips. Fuck. Yunho’s fingers snake underneath your shirt, sending goosebumps all over your abdomen until he reaches your tits, and his fingers begin to roll your nipples against his fingertips as he alternates between squeezing your full tits, enjoying the whimpers you’re voicing while Seonghwa makes a mess out of your lips. Your mind is slowly slipping, and the next thing you’re feeling is the way your panties are getting soaked by the second. 

Seonghwa pulls back, licking away the string of saliva connecting both of your lips, watching your lips swollen and your face flush, with a smile on his face. 

Yunho’s hands leave your tits, and he brings up your shirt past your shoulders while Seonghwa pulls off your shorts, exposing the pretty wet patch on your panties. 

“Look at you, so pretty and wet for us”, Yunho hums, his hand reaching down past your panties, and you gasp at the feeling of his fingertips drawing circles on your wet clit. He does it so painfully slow and you swear he’s doing it on purpose. 

“Yunho-“, you mutter breathlessly, your hands grabbing his muscled arm. Seonghwa pulls your panties to the side, revealing your soaking pussy, just begging to be filled up. Yunho shifts his hands from underneath your panties to where Seonghwa had pulled them to the side.

They weren’t about to let you have your way, at least not yet. 

“Now, are you taking back what you said about us fucking like losers?” Seonghwa asks, guiding Yunho’s fingers going back to circling between your clit and your sopping hole. You swear you were about to lose your fucking mind. 

You stare at Seonghwa, eyes slowly getting glazed out the more Yunho’s fingertips grazed along your clit. 

“No.”

Yunho’s hand makes impact on your cunt, making you gasp, your eyes blowing open from the shock that climbed along your spine, the sound wet and loud. 

“Wrong answer, dollface”, Yunho hisses into your ear, barely giving you a second to catch your breath before his fingers plunge into your cunt, your head falling back against his shoulders, a broken curse slipping past your lips.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet. You’ve just been thinking of this, haven’t you?” Yunho curses, feeling your soft walls squeeze against his fingers whenever his fingers enter you on top of the pretty squelching sounds your pussy was making for him. 

Yunho presses against your g-spot, and you jolt slightly, your legs spreading wider on instinct accompanied by another moan, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the two males.

Yunho’s suddenly fingers pull out and you’re ready to protest from the denial, until you feel something harder and thicker pressing against your spine. Shit. 

Seonghwa unlocks your phone and taps on the timer app, filtering through numbers before he shifts the screen to your view.

“We’ll make you cum in seven minutes as compensation, Angel”, Seonghwa promises. He looks so confident too. “If we don’t, then you can do whatever you want with us.”

“But if we do, you’ll take back your words, and we’ll do whatever we want with you, with your consent of course”, Yunho adds. 

Truthfully, the deal was a matter of pride rather than anything else, and you being sandwiched by your hot roommates on top of it? Just the cherry on top. 

“Fine”, you agree, and Yunho, tips your chin to face him, lowering himself to press his lips on yours before passing you over to Seonghwa, who also seals the deal with a kiss. 

“That’s a good girl”, Seonghwa hums, pressing his thumb against the corner of your lips. “Yunho should fuck you, right? Since he was the first person who caught your heat.” 

“But he’s-“

“It’ll fit, dollface. I’ve seen the dildos you fuck yourself with. My dick will fit you just perfectly”, Yunho cuts you off, leaving your heart to slam against your chest. 

Yunho lifts you up as he positions you right about his thick cock before he lowers you down, completely splitting you open as his cock fills you up all the fucking way, leaving your thoughts and sanity somewhere else by now. 

“How are you feeling, Angel?” Seonghwa even has the courtesy to fucking ask.  Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, both from pleasure and pressure. 

“So fuckin’ full. Fuck”, you mutter, your mind in a complete haze as you attempt to adjust to Yunho’s size. Seonghwa swallows hard at the way your pussy is just stretching to fit Yunho in plain sight before he starts the timer. 

Then he lowers himself to your filled cunt, and licks up your clit, making you jerk.

Oh boy, these two are definitely about to drive you crazy.

Your head falls onto Yunho’s shoulders as you try to pace your breathing, but with Seonghwa at your cunt lapping your cream while Yunho has your pussy filled? It seemed like an impossible mission. 

As Yunho fits into you, dragging against your walls and pressing dangerously close to your g-spot, Seonghwa’s slow and wet licks against your clit only stimulated and soaked you more to widen up to further fit in Yunho—now a complete cycle of hell of Seonghwa eating your pussy out making Yunho’s cock sit deeper in you which in turn made your clit all the more sensitive towards Seonghwa eating your cunt out. You were sure you wouldn’t last long at this rate. 

A quick glance at the timer—two minutes had passed, and yet it felt like an eternity from how much stimulation you were getting. Soon enough, you were confident that time wouldn’t even exist as a whole. 

Your body shudders in pleasure once more when Seonghwa licks another stripe up your cunt, trying to hold your composure, only for it to be broken down when Seonghwa’s wet lips suck on your clit, your mind blanking out from the sensation. 

“Such a good fucking girl for us, y/n”, Yunho’s gentle voice barely registering in your head. He glances at the timer. “Four more minutes for us to break you. You know it’s okay to just let go and ruin your bedsheets right? We’ll wash them for you.” Jesus fucking Christ.

The numbers on the timer on your phone continue to descend agonisingly slow and the looming, ticklish feeling of an orgasm is just threatening to spill over at any moment. Your mind begins to drift off, shrouded in the mist of pleasure, with Yunho, low moans as the icing on the cake whenever he feels your walls squeeze around you, his praises sounding like a hymn. 

Seonghwa switches between his tongue and fingers, the only denominator is him making sure to send you off the edge, casting his gorgeous eyes upwards to meet yours, watching your reactions like a hawk. The cream around the base of Yunho’s cock grows thicker every time he pulls out from your stretched hole.

At the sixth minute, you realise you are a lost cause—Seonghwa licking and grazing his fingertips against your wet clit while Yunho has his cock balls deep in you, hitting deep fucking spots in your cunt. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, you cry out, your eyes screwed shut, barely processing Yunho’s kisses down your neck as he stuffs you full once more. Seonghwa pulls back, licking your cream off his lips before they pull into a smirk, then making sure he overstimulates and sends your whole body into an orbit with his fingers on your clit. Stars scatter and burst into your eyelids, you barely were able to keep them open when your cum spurts out of you, alongside your cries about feeling so fucking good while you screamed both of Yunho's and Seonghwa’s names, diluting the cum from Yunho who fills you up warm seconds after. 

Both men watch you unravel in complete awe and adoration. They should have done this sooner if they knew your cunt would be this fucking good.

“Six minutes and fifteen seconds”, Seonghwa brings up your phone with a smile. “You did fare pretty well, Angel.”

He lifts you off Yunho’s cock, his cum trickling past your trembling inner thighs, and Yunho groans from the sensitivity, giving his wet cock a couple of pumps. You were not in any position to complain, not when your body is barely recovering from your high, because you’re on your stomach, facing Yunho’s thick cock, your eyes rolling back once more when you feel Seonghwa’s cock stretching you open once more. Your face buried in the sheets, your fist digging into the fabric, your ass automatically lifting to accommodate Seonghwa.

“Fuck. You’re still so fucking tight, Angel. Were you waiting for me to fuck you next? You’re just begging for me to fuck Yunho’s cum out of you, aren’t you?”

You could only muster a weak whine of Seonghwa’s name before Yunho’s cock gently taps on your cheek. You look up at Yunho, your eyes completely glazed out, realising your mouth suddenly feeling very empty.

As Seonghwa slides his cock out of you, your phone suddenly lights up, the vibration catching both boys’ attention. Yunho glances over and cocks an eyebrow when he sees the caller ID flash across the screen. He looks over at Seonghwa who catches his eye, then nods to his older friend to pick up the call. Seonghwa reaches over, even as he’s still fucking his cock in you, and slides answer.

“Hey.”

“Hello? Seonghwa Hyung? Isn’t this y/n’s phone?”

Seonghwa glances down at you, ass still bouncing off his fat cock while taking Yunho’s cock in your mouth, your body twitching from time to time on top trying to fit Yunho in your mouth. 

“Y/n’s not available right now. She’s a little…preoccupied.”

There’s a pause for a moment. 

“O-oh. ‘Cause I was meaning to talk to her about the ex-girlfriend thing and-“

“H-Hwa”, you whimper, feeling your brain short-circuiting every time his hips snap against yours, feeling your brain up with nothing but just cock. Seonghwa returns your look with nothing less than affection before he bothers to focus back on his friend’s endless amount of excuses for acting like a piece of shit.

“You don’t need to anymore, dude.”

“What? Wait I don’t-“

Seonghwa smirks into the phone. “She’s not interested anymore—Ah fuck, that’s it Angel.”

“What the fuck is going on there?!”

Seonghwa only chuckles in reply, hitting the loudspeaker for Yunho to reply him, “Don’t worry about y/n, she’s well taken care of. Better than however the fuck you did, that’s for sure.” Yunho strokes your jaw, encouraging you to fit more of him in your mouth, biting back a curse when look up at him with doe eyes, spit and precum just coating his cock every time you bob your head.

“We definitely need a little talk when we see you. Until then, maybe learn to fuck better”, Seonghwa adds, before disconnecting the line, ignoring the sudden myriad of messages barging and spamming your inbox from said male. Well, you were busy. 

Seonghwa’s attention snaps back to you once more when he feels your cunt squeeze around him, and the way your pussy is just endlessly creaming on his cock is just driving Seonghwa closer to his high, partnered with the obscene sounds bouncing off the walls he knew his fraternity brother definitely heard.  

“That’s a good fucking girl. You’re doing so well for me. Fuck. I’m gonna cum. So fucking close, Angel”, Seonghwa hisses, his thrusts becoming more erratic, cock mindlessly hitting deeper spots of your poor cunt before he feels you completely let go and cum right on his cock as well, his warm cum filling up your cunt.

Yunho isn’t faring any better, his eyes are glazed out at the way your throat is closing around his cock every time he slips it in, and when your eyes roll back with your mouth covering the entirety of his cock, clenching him again at the back of your throat, Yunho can’t help but cum down your tight pretty throat with a strangled groan, along with praises of you taking his cock like his good little girl, and how you’re taking all of his cum so well, which only makes your mind buzz with pleasure on top of both of your holes being filled up. 

Yunho jerks back slightly on instinct from the overstimulation, before his hands cup your jaw to assist you pull out. Cum dribbles down the corner of your lips from your futile attempt to swallow it all, but Yunho simply grabs a handful of tissues for you to spit in should you need to. Then his lips press onto your forehead, his voice like honey in your ears as he praises you for taking him and Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa on the other hand, had pulled out of you, swallowing hard as his cum mixed with Yunho’s seeps past your folds, dripping onto his half hard cock. Seonghwa thinks he could go another round, but not now. The thought of ruining your pussy over and over again is definitely the most enticing to him,   but he makes mental note to delete and block the twat’s number on your phone while you go wash up. 

The exhaustion is slowly kicking into your body, considering you’ve never been fucked this good, but Yunho insists to wash you up before you rest in either one of their rooms, which you don’t put up much of a fight against, considering the state of you right now. 

Yunho, slightly displeased that Seonghwa insisted on snuggling on his bed as well, the three of you sharing Yunho’s bed, with you in the middle. As Seonghwa combs through your hair with his fingers, you suddenly remember the phone call. 

You look up to both of them and ask, “Who called just now?” Evidently, you were so deep into your pleasure that who called didn’t even register in your mind, the faint memory of the dull vibration of your phone being the only thing you recall. 

Yunho and Seonghwa exchange glances before their eyes shoot back to you. Yunho forces a smile and Seonghwa continues to stroke your head, slowly lulling you into an exhausted slumber. 

“No one important. Someone we can thank for being able to compensate you, darling”, are the last words you barely process before you fall asleep in their arms.

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Imagine a dark fantasy yunhwa smut where Yunho is a puppet master with dark powers, Seonghwa is his puppet and you're their prey. He uses his puppet to hunt you down and use you for his pleasure. He controls him to ruin you as he watches you squirm before them. He commands Seonghwa with simple moves to make him play with you. Yunho's composed looks contrasting Seonghwa's deranged one made you weak. And you just let them use you the way they want...

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compromise | j. yh & p. sh

♡ pairing: seonghwa x f!reader x yunho features yunho x seonghwa and minor yungi x reader ♡ chapters: 1 out of 1 ♡ word count: 11k ♡ rating: mature/18+ (minors dni) ♡ genre: university au, soccer!ateez, smut, established relationship, minor angst, polyamory ♡ warnings/tags: infidelity/cheating, mentions of alcohol and marijuana use, yunho has a big dick, switch!seonghwa, dirty talk, size kink if u squint, pet names (babe, baby, princess), degradation (use of nasty, whore, disgusting), oral (female giving), oral (male giving), choking, crying, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, all the usual goodies

♡ synopsis: your relationship with seonghwa is crumbling before your very eyes. in a moment of weakness, yunho has you succumbing to your desires but you end up getting more than you bargained for.

♡ author’s note:  howdy everyone !! i present to u ... compromise... >:3 likes, comments or reblogs are all greatly appreciated! if u enjoyed this lil tidbit, then dont be shy and drop a request!! or just giv me some good ole luv in the ask box... ♡

Winter has been cold; the winds unrelenting, the showers heavy, but most notably it was the loneliest of seasons. Months filled with ghostly kisses and slivers of physical intimacy that you could only reminisce of for so long. 

Following the arrival of the lively blooms, you prayed for more opportunity as your newfound faith rose with the sun. Spring marks new beginnings — or so they say.  The warm radiance of clear skies and gentle rains grace your heavy heart with hope. Things will be different this time around. Surely. 

You long for Seonghwa's company, but you could never get more than a moment alone with the man. Maybe it was your fault for dating such a busy body, but you don't think so. The first year was filled with lovely memories and unforgettable dates, yet all too fast everything slipped away before you had any control over it. 

Seonghwa is popular, smart, diligent, and responsible. With his final year at university nearing an end, his days were constantly in motion. Juggling a near perfect GPA whilst doing extracurriculars meant he had little to no time for leisurely activities. Leisurely activities included you, his girlfriend. 

As of last semester Seonghwa's schedule went accordingly: Mondays are spent volunteering at the local nursing home. Tuesday through Thursday he works at the dainty little flower shop by the library and Sundays are reserved for homework and studying. On top of it all, there was mandatory soccer practice every weekday evening. 

One would think that left him the weekend to spend with his lonesome lover, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case. That's what you wish to believe, but you know better at this point.

"I'm sorry, babe. Mr. Sung had an emergency at the retirement home, I don't think I can make it tonight." 

"Shit! I have a test on Monday, I have to study... I'm so sorry, love. I'll make it up to you!"

"An important client needs me to stay and arrange twenty bouquets for her. I'm really sorry, baby..." 

His apologies came far too frequent, and you had grown tired of his antics. You understand his priorities, but it was clear you were not at the top of the list. You're not sure if you were even on the list at all. 

Despite his negligence, you still continue to try your best for him in the belief he'll slowly begin to reciprocate attention to you as he used to. No matter how demoralized, you still wished to maintain an image as his perfect girlfriend. Routinely you bring him coffee every morning, pack his lunch, attend his practices and games, yadda yadda… All the good stuff.

All of this is done with uncertain optimism though your insecurities are heavily laced in between each action. All you could really do is stay hopeful at this point. 

Come the first home soccer game of Spring, your ass is presently glued to the metal bleachers as you're seated before the field. The players are hustling along the range, gunning for dominance over the ball. Your best friend Mingi sits beside you, the two of you sharing a large throw that's spread across from shoulder to shoulder. 

Even with the rays of sunlight flickering between wisps of sullen clouds, the air still brings a chill with it. Blankets were a necessity at games like these. Huddling with the larger male proves to bring much needed warmth as you're cozying up to each other between idle chatter. 

Mingi is a defender for KQ University's soccer team, but due to an unforeseen injury he has been forced to the bench until further notice. Thankfully, you have each other for company during his recovery. 

Focusing between your small talk and watching your boyfriend, you're caught off guard by your companion's next words and nearly double take at him. 

"You and Hwa still having troubles?" 

You let out a quiet murmur, akin to denial and watch as the ball is passed to Seonghwa. 

"Uh..." 

The blonde maneuvers skillfully along the field before rounding his leg back and swinging precisely, shooting straight into the opposing team's goal. 

Immediately everyone erupts into cheers and you can't help but to join them, not willing yourself to verbalize your answer at the other man's question. A small smile tugs the corners of your mouth. That's your Seonghwa: striker extraordinaire! Boyfriend? Not as extraordinary. 

"You don't have to beat around the bush. I can see it all over your face. You're like an open book," Mingi points out bluntly as he speaks over the roaring crowd.

If you were such an open book then why couldn't Seonghwa pick up on how distressed you were? 

"Just admit it, you guys haven't been on a date in weeks and god knows how long it’s been since you’ve been laid." Although his words sting, you know what he says is true. You visibly wince and give a sharp nudge to his ribs, earning a pained whine from his end. 

"Shut up, man! There's only so much I can do with a guy that busy." 

Folding your arms over your chest, a frustrated sigh comes from you. Mingi has since begun to belt out suggestions, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as he does so.

"Just break up?" 

As if it were that easy.

"I don't know about that one..." 

You're only half listening at this point, your eyes scanning the expanse of the field until they fall upon another player who is currently running up to Seonghwa and high-fiving him. 

The man in question is tall, even taller than the giant beside you. He’s also incredibly handsome. He didn't fit the status of conventionally attractive, yet his presence isn’t one you can dismiss easily. With a towering frame and broad shoulders, it’s hard for you not to notice.

And his uniform? God. His sweat laden jersey sticks to the outline of his chiseled chest, fabric clinging and accentuating his lean form. Even worse, the shorts he wore did nothing to hide his set of long, muscular legs. You can feel yourself warming up considerably as you ogle him shamelessly from head to toe.

After their high-five he’s bouncing along the grass with a newfound spurt of energy and returning to his spot by the goal. When the ball is back in play, he takes on a defensive position, knees bent forward as his gloved hands are held out before him. Can't forget the big hands and nice ass too. 

Your eyes flicker to his backside. Unable to help yourself, your stare is glued to him as you swallow thickly once he bends over, trying to ignore the full display of his butt before you. God, what were you doing? 

"Ok, I know you're lonely and desperate but Yunho is not someone you should be thirsting over." Mingi's deep rumble of warning breaks you from your stupor. You tear your eyes from the goalie and meet your friend's knowing expression, cheeks aflame in embarrassment from having been caught. 

"It doesn't hurt to look..." A guilty whisper comes from you as you return your focus to the goalkeeper, only to have your eyes widening in surprise when you're met by his own heated gaze. 

Despite the distance from the stands, you can see a wicked and knowing smirk forming on his lips. As if he can read your thoughts, he readies himself in position once more but not before shooting a sultry look in your direction. Oh. 

"That's more than just looking, babe. As his best friend and your best friend, trust me when I tell you it's not a good idea to get involved." Your companion can't help but to chastise you, shaking his head. Mingi is probably right though. He usually is.

Jeong Yunho is not someone you should be concerned with, yet there is an allusive and alluring pull to him. Everyone on the team is popular in their own right, but Yunho often has people flocking to him left and right. Amongst the boys, he and Seonghwa were probably the two most sought after men on campus. 

The goalie was known for his exuberance and friendliness, attracting attention from all types of people. In truth, it was hard for many to resist his charms. Not you though. You’d like to think you have a decent reign on your self control especially considering the fact you're not single. 

Even if that wasn’t the truth, the issue with Yunho is that he's a known heartbreaker. It was apparent that he didn't date or hook up often, despite his popularity. Even so, that only seemed to heighten his desirability. And regardless of that fact, word around campus was that he was infamous for having a huge dick.

The rumors stemmed from someone who was supposedly lucky enough to sleep with him, though nobody can confirm or deny. Whether true or false, many still try to gun for his attention in hopes of finding out.

Honestly, you shouldn’t even be interested in entertaining the idea. You barely even know the guy, only having chatted with him during practices and at the occasional party here and there. Not to mention you have your lovely, smart, gorgeous, busy… busy… boyfriend. Damn it, you're a horrible person. 

“Fuck!” With both hands slapping your cheeks, you groan out in frustration while sinking into your palms. 

Mingi raises his eyebrows and peers at you with a questioning look. 

“What?” 

“Dude, why am I thinking about Jeong Yunho's supposedly big dick?!” It's his turn to groan while he's rolling his eyes. 

As if things couldn't get any worse, you suddenly feel a pair of eyes on you again. The heavy stare that bores into you is enough of a tell that you don't dare to look forward, the goalie's shit eating grin taunting you from your peripherals. 

"Seriously? Could you have said that any louder? He's literally staring at you!" 

"Shut up, shut up! I know, dude!" 

"Please just... I don't know. Please, don't." 

After that you both sit in silence for the remainder of the game, left to linger amongst your own regretful thoughts. 

It's not long before the bleachers begin to shake as the crowd excitedly stomps and hollers. A roar of cheering erupts from the stands once the final score reflects 4-1, the timer paused on zero. 

In the rush of commotion you and Mingi forget the previous tension and untangle from the blanket, both of you stumbling slightly down the steps. You're quick to steal the throw, pulling it around yourself as you leave your seats, joining the team on the field. 

"Hey! Get back here!" 

Mingi shouts in complaint but trails after you nonetheless, catching up to you slowly as he rubs his arms and shivers.

You're both merging in the group of people crowding the team as everyone lets out celebratory cheers, animatedly chatting amongst each other. Mingi kisses your cheek and dips from you to join his fellow players. 

You're left to battle the masses, squeezing and weaving between bodies as you try to make your way to Seonghwa quickly. When you reach him, he's surrounded by some of his peers, all of them laughing while exchanging hugs and pats on the back. 

When he finally turns and sees you, his eyes light up. He's quick to wiggle away from everyone and he's pulling you into a bone crushing hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning you. 

The action surprises you but it's not unwelcome as you laugh and clutch onto him tightly, a squeal coming from you.

"Hwa!"

"Did you see me, baby? I can't believe we won!" You smile endearingly, though you can't help but chuckle at his comment. Of course they won. After all, they were one of the top soccer teams in the province.

He plants a single big wet kiss on your lips before he's setting you down, arms still wrapped around you. An adoring look crosses your face as he beams proudly. The familiarity of his hug was something you missed dearly, and you don’t even mind that he’s covered in dirt and grass stains. 

Perhaps corny on your end, but you didn’t want your hug with him to end. You don't remember the last time he held you so joyfully. You knew it was probably from the high of winning the game, but you can pretend just for a little while longer that it was because he missed you. 

"You did amazing, Hwa!" The stars in his eyes expand, twinkling with pride as you compliment him, his smile stretching impossible wide. Your heart stutters at the sight, making you want to melt entirely within his arms. 

You want to shower him with more praise but all too suddenly, he's being pulled away from you. You recognize his reluctance as he apologetically tips his head and mouths 'sorry' when the crowd pulls him away, tossing him up in their arms as they're chanting his name. 

"Party at Wooyoung's!"

"Drinks on Seonghwa!" 

They march further and further away from you, filing into the locker rooms as you watch from afar, standing pathetically by yourself on the field. The crowd has since dissipated and you're all too aware that you're alone now. 

The forgotten blanket is still draped around you, and you clutch it tighter around your frame as the breeze sends a shiver down your spine. 

"You should dump him, you know." 

You jump in shock and spin on your heel, head whipping in the direction of the new voice. You're met with the very same goalie you had been checking out earlier, a sense of guilt creeping over your back. How long was he standing behind you? 

"What?" You manage to say back to him, unsure of how to approach his suggestion. 

"I said you should dump him." 

Yunho stands tall and defiantly before you, arms folded over his chest as he cocks an eyebrow in amusement. You give him a once over before you frown, trying to look anywhere but at him. 

"You don't know anything." 

He doesn't miss your lingering look and the corner of his lips quirk up knowingly as he steps toward you. 

You stumble back, heart catching in your throat when you look up to meet his stare, his eyes swimming dangerously with an unknown emotion.

"I know enough, princess. A good girl like yourself wouldn't be eye fucking me if your boyfriend was taking care of you well enough," he pauses and leans past you, whispering hotly against the shell of your ear, " — or if he was fucking you properly." 

A tremble of desire ripples down your spine but you move back, flabbergasted by his statement. You're no sooner tripping over your own feet and you topple backwards, landing on your ass.

Yunho barks out in laughter, not bothering to offer you any help. The man is hunched over now, chuckling loudly as he stares at your frustrated form below him. He clutches his stomach and figuratively wipes his eye as if he'd just witnessed the funniest thing of his life.

"Fuck you," you spit back to him. 

“Just say when and I’m all yours.” 

You’re shocked by his admission, not daring to meet his eyes as your hand begins swiping the blades of grass under you. Though you're annoyed, you can't ignore the bubble of arousal that has spread through your belly. Yunho wants to fuck you. You rewind his words over and over again in your head, only snapping into focus when you hear Seonghwa’s voice calling out to you from a distance.

"Babe?" From several meters away, you see your boyfriend approaching closer in a light jog. He has since changed out of his uniform, and is now sporting a long sleeve with some form fitting jeans. 

"Are you ok? I didn't know you were friends with Yunho!" Seonghwa reaches you both shortly, oblivious to the situation before him, smiling from ear to ear as he begins to help you up. 

"I’m ok. I just tripped, that's all..." You offer an uncertain smile, standing up and wiping the debris from your pants. 

"Hey, man! I was just asking her if she's coming to the party." Yunho throws his arm over Seonghwa, giving him a side hug before he's veering off toward the locker rooms.

"Gonna go shower. See ya both there!"

You're left with Seonghwa as the goalie's form disappears into the building. You shouldn't be upset now that you have some alone time with your boyfriend, but the encounter leaves you unsettled and questioning yourself. 

You swallow nervously and lace your fingers with the man before you, gently tugging him along toward the parking lot.

"Let's go get ready, yeah?" He nods his head and lets you lead the way, happily swinging your hands.

"I missed you, babe. I can't wait for the party." 

The guilt continues to fester at the back of your mind but you force it away, mustering up a half hearted smile. 

"I missed you too."

The Jung family was known for being wealthy, so securing their beloved son a lavish 3 story building within your college town was no hard feat. Given Wooyoung's spacious living situation he also housed some of his fellow players. One being his closest buddy, Choi San, two being your best friend, Song Mingi and the third roomie was none other than the infamous goalie himself. 

To say you're familiar with the house is an understatement, having stayed over on many occasions whether it be for a soccer function, party or to hang out with Mingi. The building itself is huge, reminiscent of someone's dream home but it was a little closer to a frat house than anything given the current occupants. 

By the time you reach Wooyoung's, the sun is already setting beneath the skyline. In typical party fashion, there are people pouring in and out of the door and you see a few stragglers who are already wasted, strewn about the front yard. 

The music is at full blast, some unfamiliar hip hop beats pumping from the speakers. The noise grows louder as you both near the entrance, the volume of chatter mixing in with the tempo of the current song. 

When you and Seonghwa step through the bustling entryway of the Jung manor, a chorus of drunken cheers are heard amidst the packs of various friend groups. 

"Yo! There's the man of the hour!" Wooyoung is ever the host as he’s quick to greet you two, shoving a can of beer into Seonghwa's hand while he slings an arm around his shoulder.

"M'lady," he playfully curtsies to you, despite the awkward entanglement of he and Seonghwa's limbs, "help yourself to some drinks. The boys want to take some celebratory shots to get things rolling!"

"Thanks, Woo!" You grin back at him and follow along as you're led toward the kitchen. Bottles of hard liquor amass the counter along with littered and forgotten red solo cups, some full and others empty.

The crowd is more dense in this room, all the soccer players packed around the island as they're downing shot after shot. Seonghwa is quick to join them, abandoning your company when he’s encouraged by their enthusiastic hooting. 

The sight brings a smile to your face but your expression morphs into something unpleasant when he hooks his elbow with Yunho, both of them throwing down their beverages in unison. 

You don't miss how Yunho's adam's apple bobs as he tips his glass back or how a dribble of tequila trails down his chin from his lips. When his eyes meet yours, they're narrowed playfully. There's a knowing glint behind his gaze that has you promptly turning on your heel. 

With your back to the crowd, you're squeezing past the lot as you direct yourself elsewhere. You spare Mingi a pat in passing and maneuver toward the opposite side of the kitchen where you reach for a solo cup, opting to fill it from the massive dispenser of jungle juice in the corner. You make a mental note to come back for shots later once it's less crowded.

As you're filling your drink a hand lands on your shoulder, giving you a soft squeeze that makes you jolt in surprise. The liquid sloshes in your cup, narrowly missing your clothes. You turn to the perpetrator and immediately breathe a sigh of relief when you recognize the voice.

"Careful with that. It'll fuck you up good." 

"Hongjoong! You scared the hell out of me!" 

The man in question laughs and bumps his shoulder to yours. He's nursing his own drink which he holds up to you, nodding his head. Hongjoong and you go way back, both having an unspoken mutual respect for each other.

You've known him as long as you've known Seonghwa, but the both of them have been friends for many years prior so you have nothing on that. Even though he's not a part of the main roster, Hongjoong is the manager for the team, which makes him just as important. 

The two of you met through Mingi and you both bonded instantly, enjoying each other's presence. You aren't necessarily close, but you're far from anything unfriendly. You’re also dating his best bud, so it was hard to avoid him if things were any different. 

"Cheers!" 

"Bottoms up, Joong." 

You clink your plastic cup to his and you're both gulping down the booze in one go, a grimace overtaking your features as the concoction of alcohol and juice washes over you. Whatever that was, it was nasty. 

“Dude, who made this? Isn’t jungle juice supposed to NOT taste like alcohol?”

“Probably some dumb ass.”

And that's how the rest of the night proceeds. In between failing to get Seonghwa's attention and socializing with various people (mostly Hongjoong), you're left to your own vices for nearly an hour. Like the others though, Hongjoong soon finds better company amongst his peers. 

It hasn’t been long since your arrival yet you're feeling the effects of the alcohol already. Seonghwa has since been whisked away by his other friends, easily forgetting you in the midst of celebrations. It's nothing new, but the substance does help dull the pain. 

To say you’re upset is an understatement. Does Seonghwa just not care? You even did up your makeup a little cuter today. Forgoing your usual attire, you wear a black strappy and skimpy little number tonight. You weren't one to usually show off your assets but it didn't matter since your efforts went unnoticed, leaving you high and dry. 

Submitting defeat, you make up your mind and decide you would have fun regardless of your relationship. Fuck Seonghwa. You’re at a party, so you might as follow its intended purpose. 

You've already made your rounds within the house several times, chatting amongst your friends only briefly before you wind back up in the kitchen. Although you're not quite drunk yet, you're definitely getting there as you begin to wobble over to the counter of spirits.

You're finishing your second helping of jungle juice once you've arrived at the island. A random liquor bottle is plucked from the selection and with the emptied solo cup in hand, you're quick to pour some expensive looking vodka, filling it halfway before you knock it back hastily. No chaser necessary. The sting is immediate, burning down your throat as you try not to gag down the rest.

Drinking the substance was akin to what you imagine rubbing alcohol tastes like. Disgusting, but it does the job. The cup is tossed aside and you wipe your mouth with your hand before you trudge toward the open doors of the backyard, the last area you've yet to explore for the night. 

The moon now rises within the darkened skies, illuminating the expanse of the yard. From here, the music is a bit more muted and the chatter is quieter. Centered in the middle of the space was a pool, where some people were lounging about. Not a good spot for a tipsy girl like yourself. 

Further to the side, the pungent smell of marijuana wafts from the corner where a large fire pit roars alive. Some familiar faces surround the area and from afar you can see they’re passing around a joint. You're quick to abandon your post by the doors, stumbling toward the lull of the flames. 

"Miiiingi," you call out as you approach closer, slinging your arms around the said man.

Mingi turns slightly at the mention of his name and catches you just in time as you throw yourself into him, a loopy smile on your lips. 

"Damn… You look,” he whistles lowly, “how many drinks have you had?" 

"How do I look? And like... only a few!" 

You drop your hold from him and step away to do a little drunk twirl, stumbling slightly. He raises his eyebrows in amusement but still claps his hands nonetheless.

"You look good enough to eat, babe. And I hope ‘a few’ doesn’t include the pitcher of that god awful jungle juice. I think Wooyoung threw anything and everything in there." 

"Maaaaybe two of those and a shot!" A shot being that half cup of vodka earlier, which was basically two shots if you think about it. Mingi didn’t need to know that though.

He just shrugs his shoulders and smiles lightly. He wasn't one to stop you if you wanted to let loose. You grin and squeeze his hand once, thankful he wasn’t too concerned over your lack of sobriety. As you’re stepping around him and circling the fire pit, you greet the others surrounding you, not wishing to be rude.

To Mingi's left, your friends Yeosang, San and Jongho are in a deep debate as the lingering smoke from the weed and burning wood mixes within the air. They all wave at you and quickly return to their conversation. You think you hear something along the lines of whether or not mint chocolate chip is the superior ice cream flavor, but you don't really know. 

To the opposite side of Mingi, Yunho nods his head to you as he reclines in a woven lawn chair with his legs spread apart. Even in your current state you don’t miss the way his eyes are greedily raking over your exposed form, taking in every inch of skin you’re showing. His actions have you shifting nervously on the balls of your feet and you don’t know how to approach him. 

Regardless of the fact that you are ready or not, you have to face him now. Against your better judgment, you think you should enjoy his attention while you can and at this point, you were getting too drunk to care.

You aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol in your system or your disarray of emotions, but you can hardly ignore how the denim of his jeans hug his muscular thighs or how his white t-shirt rides up a little when he leans back, showing you just a sliver of his skin.

You’re both readily checking each other out and it makes you feel hot with shame. His eyes are hazy from the effects of the cannabis and he's taking a long drag before holding it up in your direction. 

"Hey, princess. You want a hit?" A billow of smoke rolls over his lips as he speaks, voice low and gravelly from the dryness in his throat. You swear you’ve never seen anything sexier than the sight of him before you. 

"Don't call me that," you murmur as you snatch the joint from his hand and inhale from it, sucking in a bit too sharply. The smoke that fills your lungs all too soon comes out in sputters and it has you coughing out several times. 

The sound of Yunho's hearty and familiar laughter joined with Mingi's fills your ears, making your face burn with embarrassment. If you could dig a hole right now and hide in it, you would. You roll your eyes and pass the end of the blunt to Mingi while trying to recompose yourself. 

"What brings you out here, pretty girl?" Yunho questions you, but you both know why. Mingi knows too, yet he chooses to ignore the unspoken tension between you two as he's too preoccupied finishing off the last of the joint.

"You know, the usual," you slur a bit as you speak, noting how the alcohol seems to pump more heavily through your veins, " — Hwa is too busy to pay attention to me so I may as well get as crossed as I can tonight." 

"I told you that you should just break up with him." Mingi crushes the remainder of the joint under his shoe as he speaks, eyeing you warily. 

"Yeah! You're clearly not having fun worrying about him!" Jongho suddenly butts into the conversation, his statement being followed by several nods and a chorus of verbal agreements from the rest of the boys.

"I wasn't aware that my relationship was everyone and their mother's business." You huff in response.

“Just because Hwa is our friend doesn’t mean we don’t know he’s a shitty boyfriend to you,” Yeosang pitches in. 

“He’s not a bad guy. I just don’t know if he deserves that… And you guys make it sound like dumping him is the easiest thing in the world.” 

You groan loudly at their insistent suggestions. All you've heard tonight is people telling you to break it off with him, but he’s still the man you fell in love with. You wish things weren’t so complicated. 

“Him being a good guy is different from him being a good boyfriend. If you’re not happy, you shouldn’t stay with him,” San adds with a firm nod.

"Well whatever you do, they’re still right,” you're about to complain again but Yunho is quick to grab your hand, “Like Jongho said, you're not having fun, so let's go dance."

He’s standing up abruptly as he tugs on your hand, leading you back inside and toward the lively mass of dancing bodies within the house. The boys cheer in unison and follow suit, filing into the packed living room.

Within the dim space the lights are set down low and in the area where the speakers occupy there’s a set of disco lights atop, flickering from corner to corner, the gradient of multiple hues bobbing every which way.  

Your group is weaving through the crowd of bodies until you’re all within the center of the dancing where you’re being sandwiched between both Mingi and Yunho. The room is unbearably hot, yet you’re too intoxicated to care as you lose yourself to the sultry song that plays through the house. 

In front of you Mingi is clutching onto your shoulders as he easily moves himself to the beat of the music, swaying from side to side. From behind Yunho is holding your waist and you feel him bumping against your backside as he dances. You almost feel overwhelmed between the two men, but your arms loop around Mingi’s torso and you close your eyes, allowing yourself to rock against their bodies. 

The boys brought you inside to have fun and you don’t want to waste the rest of the night worrying about your relationship. You’re between two ridiculously handsome men, so you might as well indulge a little. 

Yunho's breath is hot against your neck as you drop your head back on his shoulder, eyes fluttering open to meet his half lidded stare. Beneath his stare is the look of something unidentifiable again, a dangerous and lustful glint. The movements never stop even as his grip tightens around you, his large hands over your hips. 

"You look so fucking sexy tonight," Yunho's whisper is almost lost to the volume of the music but you hear him clearly as he mutters into your ear. You bite your lip at his compliment and feel your body heating up. 

"Want to rip this tiny dress off your body." He continues his onslaught of suggestive words, not faltering even as you press yourself instinctively to his crotch. 

You're not surprised that he's hard against your ass but you are shocked by the sheer feeling of his size outlined beneath the fabric of his denim. Even with the jeans covering him, you can tell that the rumors are definitely true. 

The thought of his dick alone has something stirring within your loins and you can't help but to grind yourself harder against his growing erection as a whine threatens to bubble up from your throat. 

"You like that, princess?" His hold slides down from your waist and he toys with the hem of your dress, fingers dancing along the material teasingly. 

His blatant flirting has you feeling nervous but you can't deny how turned on you are at the way he touches and gropes at you within the public eye. 

Mingi is either too high to care or completely unaware of the situation as his body bumps against yours. His elbows slack on your shoulders but you can tell he's enjoying himself from the dopey grin he has as he's watching the scene unfold before him. So much for heeding his warning about Yunho. He didn't even seem to care anymore. 

If not for your friend dancing alongside you, the sight of you rubbing yourself against Yunho would definitely look suspicious. At this point, you're not sure if being caught in the act bothers you though. You're much too faded and you're reveling in the feeling of both their hands all over you. Any guilt that still threatens to ruin your night is now easily disregarded.

The actions of your bodies gyrating against each other has made your dress ride up, revealing more of your already exposed thighs. With the way your lacy black underwear is just barely beginning to peek out beneath your skimpy dress, it takes Yunho everything in his willpower not to spread your legs right there and fuck you with his fingers. 

You don't notice your indecency, but Yunho certainly does. Luckily he and Mingi are there to block the view from any prying eyes. He wouldn't want to share such a sinful sight with anyone else anyway. 

"Do you want to take this upstairs?" 

You should say no, but you find yourself nodding instead and allowing him to pull you backwards. 

Mingi doesn’t seem to mind the absence of your body and easily bids you both farewell as he drunkenly looks for a new dance partner once you're both stumbling through the mass of moving bodies. 

With his larger hand clasped over yours, Yunho is leading you through the string of scattered party goers until you're both practically tripping up the stairs. 

You know you should acknowledge the feeling of shame that looms over you, but there's a thrum of excitement filling your senses. The thrill of entertaining such a heinous act drives you further into some sick type of high. 

As you and Yunho are both hurrying to his room, you fail to see your boyfriend hovering close by the bottom of the stairwell. The drink he has is downed in one go before he's crushing the cup in his hand and tossing it over his shoulder. There is a surge of alcohol and rage pumping through his blood as he begins to ascend the steps after you.

When you reach Yunho’s room, he leads you inside and kicks the door shut behind him. Although the room is pitch black it doesn’t stop how he clutches onto your waist and pushes you into the door as he begins to kiss you heavily.

There is no hesitance to claim your lips while his large hands are eager to explore the expanse of your scantily clad body. His touch is everywhere at once and you're breathless as he attacks your lips with fervor, drinking in your kisses whilst groaning breathlessly into your mouth. 

It shouldn't feel so good to have him touching you, but each brush of his fingers feels electrifying on your skin, driving you more mad with each passing second. 

All too soon he's pulling away from your mouth and backing up until you hear the click of him switching on the lamp nearby. A dull light floods the space, the interior of his room filling your vision. You’re momentarily distracted and briefly take a minute to examine the minute details of his living arrangements. 

By the corner rests a black recliner and a shelf lined with family photos and awards from the numerous sports he’s played. Miscellaneous equipment and video games are scattered about the room amongst his various clothes. Everything looked pretty standard for a college guy like himself.

When he sees you're preoccupied taking in the sight of your surroundings, he uses the chance to shed his clothes, leaving only his boxer briefs. Once done, he's quick to lay back on his mattress, which rests at the center of his room and he sits up against the pillows while motioning for you to come closer. 

You don't move at first, eyes zeroing in on the man who lays before you. Despite the lamp’s dull luminance you can still make out the toned muscles that sculpt his lean figure. Beneath his abs, a faint trial of his hair disappears beneath the band of his undergarments. The shape of his erection straining against the fabric of his underwear has you squirming in place. 

“Princess, my eyes up here.” Immediately your head snaps up to meet his smug look, grin tugging at his lips. Even with the short garb on your body, you feel suddenly overdressed when you ogle his bare form. 

He’s staring at you beneath his heavy lids, lust evident within his eyes. The effects of the marijuana still clouds his mind but he's never felt better. 

“Strip for me.” The command rings in your ears, a low timber in his voice as his hand creeps over his present bulge. He’s no sooner palming himself, stroking himself through his underwear. 

The sight has your mouth going dry, arousal encouraging your actions when you begin to sway your hips before him. You don't know if it's the intoxication or just the raw desire to fuck him that fuels your next actions. The sight of him spread out before you and stroking his cock certainly contributes to your newfound bravado. 

You’re clumsily dancing and shimmying the dress off, your body rolling as the straps slide off your shoulders and droop down to reveal your bare breasts. When the fabric drops past your waist and to the floor, you clumsily kick the article aside and move toward the edge of the bed.

The lacy black underwear that previously taunted Yunho is now on full display as you begin to make your way onto the bed, both knees sinking into the mattress as you crawl toward him on all fours. He’s groaning as he watches your tantalizing prowl, squeezing himself hard through his delicates. 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, your figure approaching closer until you hover before him, straddling his thighs. 

Your mouths reconnect when you settle over him, letting your clothed mound rest on his lap before you begin to drag yourself against his length. The friction between your loins draws another noise from him as he's eagerly returning your kiss, tongue and teeth clashing with hunger. 

His hands find purchase on your waist, sliding up your body and cupping your breasts as he begins to roll himself under you. As he carefully tweaks your nipples you whine into his mouth, each kiss growing more messy, your lips swollen as he devours you.

He doesn’t know if he can handle another second of being trapped beneath you as he rubs against you through the flimsy garments separating you. You feel so good and he's not even inside you yet. 

The kiss is broken when he sinks further into his pillows, arching forward impatiently in a struggle to remove his underwear. Not wanting to laugh at his attempts, you lift yourself from him and help slide the offending article down his legs. 

His erection springs free from its confines and your jaw goes slack when you finally take in the size of his cock. Seeing it under his boxers was one thing but this… The rumors definitely didn’t do him justice. Watching him twitch against his stomach with his precum pooling at the tip of his length makes you think you’ve never wanted to taste something as much as his dick. 

When you look up to Yunho, he has his ever present shit eating grin. He knows you’re impressed and he revels in the attention, enjoying how your expression morphs from shock to pure desire. 

Once you've recollected yourself he grasps the sides of your panties and tugs them impatiently. The position has you struggling to remove the lingerie but he opts to rip the fabric instead, tearing down the sides and tossing the remnants elsewhere as you’re left to gape at his hastiness.

“Those were my favori-” You struggle to verbalize your next words as a gasp escapes you when you suddenly feel his hand cupping your exposed sex. 

“I was going to ruin them one way or another,” he says with a roll of his eyes as his fingers delicately run along the arousal that has collected between your folds. He experimentally rubs his thumb against your clit, watching as your body trembles from his featherweight touch. 

“You’re already this wet for me? Naughty girl.” 

“Shut up,” you murmur as you slap his hand away and situate yourself back on his lap, letting him feel your wetness against the length of his erection. 

“Sorry, princess.” He throws his arms up in mock surrender but they're no sooner on your thighs as you both continue to hump against each other, the feeling of skin to skin unbearable as he bites back a moan.

“I told you to stop calling me that!” The tip of his cock brushes past your clit, easily sliding back and forth along your opening once you're rocking yourself faster atop him.

“You seem to like it,” he says with a knowing tone and he squeezes both your thighs, though he sounds just as breathless as he looks beneath you. His eyes are fluttering with each movement, chest rising as he tries to maintain his last ounce of self control. 

He's been patient, allowing you to grind yourself on him, but he wants nothing more than to grab your hips and impale you on his cock, stretching you out so good that you can't think. 

You're both gasping quietly against each other and it's only until you hear the door open that you're both scrambling for the sheets to cover yourselves.

“So, this is where you two went.” Seonghwa’s firm voice fills your ears, making your entire body freeze up as you come to a halt. 

You've never heard him more angry and you're nervous to face him but you find yourself slowly twisting your head over your shoulder as you're met with his enraged glare.

Yunho stiffens beneath you and opens his mouth to speak but the other man holds up his palm to signal his silence. Your boyfriend closes the door behind him, not uttering a word as he takes a seat on the recliner that's situated in the corner. 

The tension is thick but you can’t help the bewilderment showing on your expression as you watch him settle into the leather, spreading his legs wide while he dips his hand into his pants.

“Don’t stop on my account. Carry on.” There is a dangerous hint behind his tone and you can feel his anger radiating off him in waves but the thought of him watching as Yunho fucks you makes you even more turned on.

You’re unsure of what's going on anymore at this point, but even in your confusion you know you don't want to disobey Seonghwa. The guilt that you had been ignoring all night hits you tenfold, sitting present in your consciousness. Despite this, your arousal is obvious as your pussy grows messier, drooling on the cock beneath you. It's apparent to him as he twitches against your sex and he catches on quickly, though initially he seems just as shocked as you by Seonghwa’s admission. 

It doesn't take a second longer for Yunho to recognize the look behind Seonghwa’s eyes and he has a twisted smirk pulling at his lips in realization. Before you can protest, he suddenly takes ahold of your hips and lifts you with ease before he's sliding you down the entirety of his length. Your walls drag past his cock, swallowing him whole as he fills you to the hilt.

The noise of surprise that escapes you rings high when you feel him stretching you apart. He’s much bigger than Seonghwa and you don't think you've ever felt so full in your life. If you weren't already so wet, you knew the stretch would sting much more than it did. You're so clouded with pleasure that the pain is barely present. 

“You like watching your girl get fucked by someone else, Hwa?” He taunts your boyfriend, snide in his tone as he ruts himself up into you. You whine loudly. 

The man in question only responds with a grunt, his eyes trained on the view of your pussy swallowing his huge cock. Seonghwa squeezes himself harder and begins to pump into his hand, gritting his teeth. 

“You're both so fucking nasty. You love this, don’t you?” Even as Yunho sneers, he doesn’t stop rocking his hips. 

“Look how well she takes me, Hwa. You like seeing her little cunt stretched out by another man’s dick?” This time Seonghwa moans in response. His jeans have been kicked aside and he's left in his shirt, jerking himself in his palm as he watches you both through his hazy eyes.

With your head overlooking your shoulder, you still don't entirely know what's happening, but the sight of your boyfriend fucking his hand makes you overwhelmed with the need to press on. Knowing you're both getting off as he watches you get plowed has your stomach churning with some sick sense of pleasure.  

Suddenly you feel Yunho’s hand cupping your chin, forcing your eyes away from Seonghwa. As you both stare at each other, you’re readily bouncing yourself on his lap, sinking deeper onto his cock with your every movement. You’re greedy to have him inside you, enjoying how each thrust has him filling your pussy so well. 

There’s a sound of clattering from the other side of the room and you want to turn your head, but the hand gripping your chin is firm. Seeing his eyes flicker behind you makes your curiosity grow, but when you feel a hot breath against the back of your neck you now know that Seonghwa has joined you on the bed. 

His presence has the man beneath you waning his pace, his hips working in a slow and sensual grind. As he hovers behind you his nose runs along your nape where his lips latch down on your skin. His teeth drag against your shoulder and you're whining quietly when he bites down particularly hard.

“Did you miss me so bad that you had to cheat me on with my own teammate?” Seonghwa is speaking against your skin, but he doesn't stop nipping at you, sucking harshly until you begin to bruise beneath his lips. You don't know how to respond, your body trembling as he continues to press at you. 

“You think you can just fuck Yunho and get away with it?” Shaking your head, you let out a meek ‘no’ as his fingers tangle within your hair.

“Get up.” Seonghwa has never spoken to you with a tone like this before. It fills you with apprehension but your body is still thrumming with arousal and you're quick to follow his instructions, whimpering when you slide off of Yunho’s lap. 

Yunho wishes to pull you back onto him but he hesitates, deciding he wants to watch how the scene unfolds. Even then, his cock continues to throbs as he takes note of how an intensity is overtaking the normally sweet and kind Seonghwa. 

Your boyfriend leads you by your hair, ignoring you as you whimper out in a pained protest. You’re forced onto your hands and knees, your head hovering between the apex of his legs as he presses his hard cock against your mouth.

“You're going to let me use your mouth like the disgusting whore that you are, got it?” You feel yourself clenching at his words, nodding as your tongue darts out to taste the head to his dick. It's been so long since you've had him, you're desperate for his cock. He scoffs at your eagerness.

Seonghwa grasps his length, smearing his precum against your mouth as he uses his free hand to motion the other man forward. Yunho is no sooner scrambling toward you both, pupils blown wide with anticipation as he awaits further instruction. 

“Go ahead.” 

His words are all that Yunho needs to hear. Holding your hips once again he grabs you from behind and he begins to sheath his cock back within the slick warmth of your hole, relishing in how tightly your walls surround him. You both moan loudly. At the same time Seonghwa slides himself past your lips, the hand within your locks tightening their hold when he eases himself into your throat. 

Your eyes flit up to watch him as his lips are pulled back in a displeased scowl. You've never seen him so upset and it makes you remorseful knowing you're the cause of his distress but at the same time he’s never looked so sexy glaring down at you. 

He catches your stare but continues to frown even as his cock twitches in your mouth. His fingers fist at your tresses, guiding you further down his shaft until your nose is flush to his pelvic bone. 

You're breathing heavily through your nostrils as you continue to look at each other, your eyes watering with tears. He doesn't move, but instead allows Yunho to bury into you. The snap of his hips against your backside causes your body to jerk forward, forcing Seonghwa’s tip to hit the back of your throat. He’s groaning when you gag against him, the action clearly catching you in surprise. 

“Such a needy slut. Just one dick wasn't enough for you, huh?” You whine against him, drooling over his length as Yunho sets the tempo for how fast your head is bobbing along his cock. He’s pounding into you harder, enjoying the sight of you struggling to suck the other off while he's working open your tight pussy. 

“You should lighten up, Hwa,” he says between thrusts as he reaches out with one arm to grab the older man.

“Are you serious? What the hell does that mean?” Seonghwa’s fingers slacken as he peers over at the goalie, his dick pulsing in your mouth while he’s watching you get fucked.

You're thankful for the moment of reprise but your eyes go wide as you watch Yunho hover above you, grabbing Seonghwa by his hair and pulling him in for a kiss. 

You gurgle on Seonghwa’s cock at the sight, your pussy clenching down tightly as the two begin to make out before you. To say your boyfriend is shocked is an understatement, but he’s quick to indulge in the kiss, clearly as aroused as you are.

Yunho has some type of unexplainable charm to him. Whatever he's doing, it clearly affects Seonghwa just as much as it does you. 

Their mouths are locked together, wet kisses amidst their tongues intertwining as you feel Yunho begin to rock his hips again. The movement has all three of you moaning and encourages you to begin sucking harder on the cock inside your mouth. 

There is saliva coating your lips as you're bobbing your head down the length of Seonghwa’s erection, more drool dripping down your chin while you're sloppily getting your face fucked. 

When Yunho breaks the kiss there is a line of spit stretching between them as they're both panting heavily, trying to regain their breaths. The taller of the two ushers the hand away from your locks, taking a hold of your hair before he’s tugging your head back as he withdraws slowly, pulling himself completely out of you. 

Seonghwa’s dick pops out from your mouth when you’re yanked back and he’s left staring at your desperate form below him, your body wiggling with need at the loss of Yunho. 

“Take this as a lesson, Hwa. You’re in a win-win situation, no?” Even as Yunho says this, the other’s expression twists between a flurry of emotions. The confusion is written all over his face, but something seems to click in his brain as he watches Yunho slam into your squelching hole with a single powerful motion. 

Seonghwa feels humiliated as he watches his lover enjoy another man’s cock so readily yet his own arousal throbs with need when Yunho continues to coax him. He can’t help the hand that slips between his thighs, palming his aching length again as the goalie continues to ravage your body before him. 

When Yunho’s fingers tangle within your tresses he cannot deny how much he’s enjoying the way your back arches as he begins to pound himself into you relentlessly, his pace steady and calculated. Despite the sting of your scalp and how the position aches on your back, your cries are immediately filling the room, loud and pitchy. 

“You see, Seonghwa. This,” he grunts and thrusts heavily as he’s plowing into your cunt, enjoying how you clench around him so greedily, “— is how you should be fucking her.” 

Your boyfriend is fisting his cock harder, biting his lower lip as he stares down at you. You’re barely meeting his gaze, tears lining your eyes as you whimper and moan. Each movement of the man behind you has you lurching forward, your torso threatening to sink forward if not for the constraint on your hair. 

Looking to Seonghwa seems impossible as your eyes roll back into your head, so consumed with pleasure that you can hardly think properly. The guilt that previously haunted you is already dissipating with every sinful plunge of Yunho’s hips. 

“Does Seonghwa fuck you like this, princess?” He jerks at your hair again, a guttural noise spilling from him when he feels how you constrict around his girth. 

“Answer me, naughty girl. Does his cock feel as good as mine?” He stills his movements and his eyes are lighting with amusement as he watches you twist in place, writhing around for his cock. 

“No, damn it! Fuck me, p-please, Yunho!” You practically shout, overcome with need as you’re whining and clutching at the bedsheets, rutting back against his pelvis. He’s ecstatic to hear your begging and he resumes his pace, watching as you immediately fall into a state of euphoria and begin garbling a string of unintelligible noises. 

“Such a cock hungry girl. Don’t you enjoy seeing her like this?” 

“Y…Yeah,” The older of the two manages to sputter out his reply between his breathy groans, his eyes glazing over. He’s clutching the entirety of his dick, tip leaking at the display of your ruined and blissful state before him. 

“How about I give you a taste?” 

“Huh?” Seonghwa’s brain short circuits at the suggestion and he glimpses up to meet Yunho’s darkening stare. The look the taller man gives him has him swallowing thickly, his eyes flickering down to watch as he slides his cock out of your fluttering hole. 

“A taste,” the goalie repeats as he holds his length up, the dim lighting reflecting the trail of your juices that glisten along his shaft. Seonghwa hesitates at first but finds himself nodding. 

You want to complain when Yunho withdraws from you again, but you have no time to as he's hoisting you up right into a kneeling position. The fogginess of the pleasure begins to clear from your mind though you can still feel yourself clenching around nothing as the heat within you simmers to a pulse between your legs.

Like you, Seonghwa is eagerly anticipating Yunho's next actions, unsure of what to expect. He’s thrilled at the prospect of having his turn with the larger man, his body alight in flames. The anger has seemingly diminished from him, only a hot wave of lust coursing through his veins.

The effects of the alcohol is still present in his body, but he knows he's not delirious when he realizes just how delighted he seems at the idea of tasting Yunho’s big cock. He doesn't know if he can blame you anymore when he seems just as excited to submit to the other.

Yunho is maneuvering off the mattress, walking around to the front until he's facing you both. He motions for you to scoot back and you do so obediently, eyes wide as you await for what's to come. 

“Turn around, Seonghwa.” As swift as he can, he practically gets tangled in the bed sheets when he turns his back to the goalie. The action has him locking eyes with you, face burning up when he suddenly begins to feel shy about the notion of you witnessing his submissiveness. 

“Good boy. Now lay back for me.” Seonghwa shivers at the compliment, his cock twitching against his thigh as he falls back on the bed, his head hanging off the edge. It's in this position that he realizes what's about to happen, though he’s not sure if he's prepared. It didn’t make him any less excited though.

“Think you can take my cock?” Simultaneously the blood rushes to his head and his erection at the question. He nods eagerly and wets his lips, mouth dropping open. He’s never done something like this before yet he’s too thrilled to pass up the opportunity. 

Yunho steps forward and presses the tip of his cock against the man’s lips, humming appreciatively as his tongue darts out to circle around the tip. 

“Your boyfriend is so hungry for my dick. Doesn’t he look cute? So needy.” You squeeze your thighs together and moan, the sight of the two men shooting straight to your core in a rush of wetness. 

“So pretty, Hwa…” You join in the praises as Yunho tenderly strokes along your lover's jaw, thumb grazing his lower lip before he’s sliding the first few inches of his length into Seonghwa's mouth. 

The praise shoots straight to Seonghwa’s loins, his dick pulsing with arousal as he’s taking the cock further down his throat. He’s compliant and docile as Yunho eases deeper, his eyes trained on the sight of his dick bulging from the other’s throat. 

“So good,” Yunho groans quietly and clasps his palm around your lover’s neck, wanting to feel his own outline stretching his throat.  Your mouth waters at the sight, not wanting to be left out while you’re watching Yunho slowly fuck himself into your boyfriend’s mouth. The scene before you has you dripping with desire. 

“C-Can I?” A single nod from Yunho is all you need and you’re no sooner clambering toward Seonghwa. In his position the man doesn’t notice your movement as he’s so focused trying to hollow his cheeks around Yunho’s cock. 

When he feels the familiar weight of your body settling on top of him, he starts to gag when you suddenly sink down on his erection, clearly catching him off guard. Yunho’s length slips from his mouth in the process and he’s sputtering quietly, trying to regain his bearings. 

You’re straddling your boyfriend and dropping onto his lap, his cock getting swallowed by the warmth of your hungry walls. Seeing how he jerks up beneath you it spurs you to bounce harder on his dick, letting him stuff you full.

“Missed your cock, Hwa…” He moans at your words and flutters his eyes, his jaw slack as he feels Yunho sliding himself back into his mouth. Seonghwa is so overcome with pleasure, his body blazing with lust that he can barely process what’s happening to him. He’s never felt bliss like this before — having his lover fuck herself onto him as his mouth is being used. 

Seonghwa looks so fucked out as he’s splayed across the mattress, his hair messy and his body sheen with his sweat while you’re both stimulating him. Yunho welcomes the display wholeheartedly, grinding himself into the other’s face, groaning as saliva and drool coats his cock. 

“Such a good boy, aren’t you, Hwa? You like when I fuck your mouth? You miss her pussy around your cock?” A garbled noise comes from the man, his throat tightening as his hips buck up in response. You feel his cock pulsing within you with each sinful word that leaves Yunho’s mouth. You know he’s close but you’ve yet to scratch the surface of your orgasm as you begin to rock yourself faster on his lap.

Quickening your pace you slip your fingers between your thighs and begin to rub your clit as you’re bouncing yourself on Seonghwa’s cock, each movement dragging him back within your sopping core. The man beneath you is trying to meet your thrusts, his hands falling over your thighs and gripping tight as he begins chasing his climax. 

Seonghwa’s eyes are screwed shut, breathing heavily through his nose and he’s letting out choked and muffled noises of pleasure. The need to cum is urgent and the feeling of your walls squeezing around his length has him realizing just how much he misses your tight little pussy.

He no longer focuses on sucking Yunho’s cock, simply allowing the other to abuse his throat as he fucks himself into your cunt. The drool that dribbles down his face is evidence of Yunho’s own pace growing sloppy, his release not far behind. 

“Come for me, baby,” you gasp to him, your back arching as you feel the heat of your orgasm stirring in your belly. You’re leaning forward against his torso, your chest flush to his as you’re lifting your ass and slamming it back onto his lap repeatedly. The sound of your skin slapping resonates throughout the room, pace increasing with a hurried need as you’re moaning into his neck. 

Feeling a similar air of impatience, Yunho holds Seonghwa by his hair and pulls himself back before he’s thrusting forward powerfully. The single motion of Yunho’s cock hitting the back of his throat causes the male to gurgle in discomfort but the goalie doesn’t pull away and he groans deeply, his cock spasming in the other’s mouth until he’s spurting his thick and milky seeds down Seonghwa’s throat. 

At the same time, your lover feels how your hole clenches and gushes around his cock. The needy pace you’re rocking against him has his length throbbing within you. Your actions combined with the lack of air in his lungs and the impact of Yunho’s thrusts into his mouth has his vision going spotty. His thighs shake and he’s seeing white as he orgasms hard and abruptly, his load filling your cunt with rope after rope of his hot release.

As he’s climaxing, he’s struggling to swallow the cum in his mouth, most of it spilling out past his lips and dripping down his nose and down his cheeks. When Yunho finally pulls away, Seonghwa is coughing and sputtering as he tries to regain his breath. The high of his orgasm is still clouding his mind even as he’s left a panting mess. 

On top of him, you’re still desperately trying to chase your own crescendo as you work yourself feverishly on his lap. Your fingers are slick and slippery with your arousal, gliding over your clit over and over as your cunt begins to convulse around Seonghwa’s cock.

You’re both still moaning and you’re riding out his orgasm, your own looming closely. Yunho is stroking Seonghwa’s cheek, moving away the strands of hair that stick to his sweat laden face. He has already recovered from his own climax and leans down to purr encouragingly into Seonghwa’s ear. 

“Such a good boy. Make our princess cum, hm?” 

Seonghwa keens at the other’s words and snaps his hips upward, driving himself into you with the last semblance of his strength. Your eyes are blearily focusing below you, taking in the view of your sweaty and fucked out boyfriend who’s so determined to make you come. 

Similarly the sight of Yunho hovering before your lover with his cum painted on Seonghwa’s face has you shaking with arousal, your thighs quivering when you feel yourself coming undone on your boyfriend’s cock. With a final slide of your digits past your swollen nub, you peak into your orgasm, his slowed thrusts combined with your sloppy movements sending you over the edge. 

Your hole squeezes around his cock and your juices mix in with his release as you finally climax. He can barely take the overstimulation as you clench around him a final time, your bodies coming to a still. Even after you’re past your high, he can still feel the after effects that are evident from your fluttering walls.

Once you’re finished, you tiredly slump against his torso, your skin sticking together from the perspiration that covers both your bodies. You’re too worn out to move, simply resting against your lover’s chest as you both breathe quietly. The fatigue overtakes you before you know it and your eyes are falling shut before you can stop yourself.

You don’t know how much time passes before you awake but someone has helped you clean up and you now lay cozily beneath Yunho’s blankets. Between a series of blinking and yawning, you groggily note that Seonghwa lays beside you peacefully, his eyes widening with joy as he’s watching you come to. 

“Hey, sleepy girl.” 

There’s a pregnant pause and you try to recollect your thoughts, trying to recall all that has happened up to this moment. Dread and realization falls over you immediately and you’re shooting up, blanket slipping off you. With your back straight, you hastily try to get up from the bed as a feeling of panic floods you.

You fucked up, you fucked up. You royally fucked up! 

“Woah, woah. Slow down, babe.” Your boyfriend coos softly and tries to work you down, pushing you back against the mattress and rubbing your shoulders in slow and soothing motions. 

“How are you being so calm? I literally just cheated on you!” 

Seonghwa scratches the back of his head nervously and looks away for a moment before he grasps both of your hands, squeezing them in his palms.

“Listen, uh… I gave it some thought and I think Yunho is right.” Your jaw drops.

“Huh?”

As if on cue Yunho steps into the bedroom, one towel around his waist while he’s drying his hair with another. He blinks in surprise at you both but smiles nonetheless, taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

“Oh good! You’re awake, princess.” 

“What the hell is going on?” You look between the pair in confusion.

“Long story short, I know I’ve been a bad boyfriend but I think Yunho can help us work through some of that. I mean… if you’re down, of course.”

“I-I… I mean. What? Are you sure? Yeah, I-I think I am down.” They chuckle at your rambling.

Despite all that has happened, you never expected this type of proposal from Seonghwa. You honestly thought you would wake up to the shit show of him dumping you after you all sobered up. 

Yunho somehow worked his magic on the both of you and to your benefit as well. Even with your circumstances, you can’t deny the idea of it all excites you. You just knew that Mingi would have a field day after he found out.

“I’m still mad at you though. You could have just talked to me,” he tuts at you, shaking his head slightly. 

“I tried, Hwa! You were always too busy!”

“You’re right and I’m sorry. That was definitely my bad but it’s alright, babe. I’ll make sure we make it up to each other. Plus we have Yunho now.” A tremble of excitement runs down your spine at the mention of your new partner. 

Seonghwa has an adoring look in his eyes, though there is a dangerous intent behind his smile as he reaches up to gently stroke your cheek.

“I know you won’t betray me again though. We’ll make sure of it.”

His words have you nervous and aroused, rubbing your thighs together as you feel a heat pooling in your lower belly.

Beside you Yunho sports his own wolfish grin when he meets your stare, placing his hand over your thigh and rubbing circles close to your sex.  “Hwa is kind of scary when he’s mad, huh? Don’t worry though, princess. When he’s begging for my cock, you can help me make sure he’s the one being a good boy.”

[leviackermanstoes]

do you do poly ateez? cause im in need for roommate yunhwa who totally obsessed with reader. one loves to steal her panties and one loves to took pictures any pictures of her

ON GOD I AM SO READY TO WRITE THIS

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Jeong Yunho and Park Seonghwa have their hands full at every turn. But even with their schedules completely full, they always had time to mess around with their pretty baby.

Yunho was bought a camera for his birthday last month, and what better use does he have then to take photos of his princess as she's lied out on his bed in the pretty blue lingerie Seonghwa so generously bought for her. He likes to pose you around, sometimes in the prettiest positions with his massive hand on your body. He shows the photos off to seonghwa later after a much needed makeout session.

And seonghwa? He's a little thief. He's tall enough that you can never get them back from him. Your panties. They dangled from his hand, and in your towel, after many attempts, you knew you weren't going to win. Escpecially when Yunho came over to you and loomed like a spire.

He loves how tall he is compared to you. And seonghwa, sure he's also taller than you, but watching yunho, his love, lean over his baby girl and pick her up over his shoulder to carry her to the bedroom, seonghwa happily follows, still taunting you with your lacy panties.

"Ready to take some pictures, princess?" Yunho taunts.

[honeyhotteoks]

sunday mornings (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: one sunday morning yunho and seonghwa decide they want more than just coffee, they want you; a husbands story deleted scene

note: this is not an official installment in the husbands series, more like a deleted scene of just straight smut, no real plot. still... it's feral and i figured you might all enjoy it still. however, please read the warnings, this is one of the most intense dom/sub scenes i've ever written.

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, established relationship, established dom/sub dynamics with hard dom seonghwa, hard dom yunho, sub reader. specific content warnings for: slight somno vibes, dub-con vibes though truly there is nothing but boundless consent here, pet play and use of the pet name 'puppy', collars and leashes, ball gags, bdsm, restraints, overstimulation, use of latex gloves, spitting, mean language like slut and whore, taunting and humiliation play, with a lil praise we gotta get our 'good girl's in there, intense fingering, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, rough and i mean rough sex, slapping of all kinds, impact play of all kinds, use of dildos, squirting, multiple orgasms/pussy torture.... basically the husbands fuck the hell out of her and engage in lots of pain play.

pairings: seonghwa x yunho x reader

genre: smut and more smut

word count: 8.2K

my masterlist || read it on AO3

You wake on Sunday morning to kisses along the back of your neck and familiar fingers slipping under the hem of your underwear. The warm weight of your husband’s body behind you in the yellow glow of the late morning sun. For a minute you let him explore you, let his hand part your thighs and the tip of his middle finger gently flick across your clit. He’s breathing softly, your hair shifting with his every exhale against your skin. His teeth pull gently at the necklace around your throat. 

You don’t remember how you made it to bed last night, the last clear thought you have is the movie playing in the background and your head on Seonghwa’s thigh. Someone must have carried you upstairs, and judging by your bare legs and lack of bra, someone must have undressed you before tucking you in. 

Yunho’s arm tightens around you, adjusting his positioning, reaching around as he searches you more, sliding one finger further through your folds and seeking some wetness to spread over your sex. 

“Sweetheart,” He murmurs low, soft like he’s trying to ease you awake. 

You keep your eyes shut, letting your body stay relaxed and pliant. You sigh softly as he pushes the tip of his finger inside you. 

“Come on, my love,” He returns his fingers to your aching bud and circles softly, “it’s time to get up,” 

You’re not sure if he knows you’re awake, normally if he does he teases more than this. He turns the moment into a punishment and holds you down on your front while he takes you rough and quick from behind, but this morning he’s moving slowly. This morning he has plans. 

You stretch a little, your thighs parting. 

“There’s my love,” He kisses down the exposed skin of your upper back, fingers rocking more firmly with every shift of your body into consciousness. 

“Hi, baby,” You sigh, letting your eyes open finally. 

“Morning,” He nips at your shoulder. 

“Where’s Hwa?” You ask through a yawn as you realize he’s not on your other side. 

“Coffee,” Yunho explains, staying focused on touching you. 

You exhale slowly, letting him move you onto your back so he can touch more of you, “Did you just wake up?” 

“Mhm,” He pushes his hand up your shirt and over your stomach, up further to cup your breast, “I had a dream about you,” 

“Yeah?” 

“And I woke up needing you,” He explains, lips traveling across your throat. 

He’s rock hard against your thigh, his hips pushing against you to feel some friction and you slide your hands under the covers to find his bare chest. His teeth catch against your necklace again, tugging softly as he sighs hot across your pulsepoint. 

“What about Hwa?” You tease him. 

“I need him too,” He dismisses, “but that’s not what I want right now,” 

“W-what do you want right now?” You ask, your voice caught when he pulls his hand out from under your shirt and cups your cheek, fingertips dragging down your neck. 

His hand closes over your throat in an instant as he leans back to watch your eyes, “Can we play, sweetheart?” 

A shock of warmth fires through your belly, heat pooling in your core and you wet your lips before nodding, “Please,” 

His fingers squeeze just a little and then his hand releases, and despite the way you can see in his face that he wants to move so much more quickly than this he remembers himself, voice softening, “Are you sure?” 

“Why?” You murmur, your fingertips coasting up his bare ribs. 

“The other night,” He says, nodding, “I know we were rough, you can say no if you’re not feeling up to it,” 

Three nights ago they had been rough. Your body twisted up and locked in place with silk ropes affixed to the hooks behind the headboard, their words had been harsh and demanding, and the way they both took you after what felt like hours of denial made your head spin and your legs numb by the time they released you into the soft sheets. 

You crane up just enough to press a kiss to his lips, “I’m sure, baby, I feel fine,” 

He studies your face for a moment, “You were sore Friday,” 

You smile, “It’s Sunday,” you nudge him, “but if you don’t want to fuck me,” 

He laughs and drags you up to his chest, kissing you soundly and shaking his head as he does, “No, no, I’m just checking,” 

“Thank you,” You squeeze his hand, “but I feel good, and we don’t have any plans today,” 

“True,” He murmurs

“You two do what you want to me,” You grin, pressing another kiss to his lips, “I’m all yours,” 

His hand tightens on your hip and he swallows hard, “You might regret that, I’m in a mood,” 

“I doubt that,” You roll your hips against him, catching his cock between your bodies. 

“Yeah?” He smirks, “You do like my moods, don’t you,” 

You can practically feel his words making you wetter. Downstairs the sound of the cabinets and dishes echo up and Yunho glances over his shoulder at the closed door. 

You kiss his chest, just below his throat and sink into his skin, “I love your moods, Daddy,” 

He groans at your words, his breath caught in his chest. You smile against his skin, knowing you’re giving him the perfect permission. You want him to put you on your knees so badly you could beg for it. 

Yunho presses one more sweet kiss to your lips once he recovers and then pushes you off him and back into the center of the bed, “Take your panties off,” 

“Yes, Daddy,” You respond, anticipation building as you slip them off and kick them beneath the sheets at your feet. 

Yunho crosses to the closet, pulling open the doors and locating the long shelf where all your toys and gadgets are laid out ready for use. He slides it open and selects his favorite collar and leash, and then steps back towards you. His face is starting to even out, gain that smooth, dominant passivity that you love and you’re sure that you’re in for some punishment today. 

In preparation, you gather your hair up high in a ponytail and secure it back and push yourself up on your knees. 

He stands before you, thumb rubbing against the leather of the collar, “Tell me, what are you, baby?” 

“A good puppy,” You respond with practiced ease. 

“Who’s good puppy?”

“Daddy’s,” You answer instantly, “and master’s,” 

“That’s right, pretty girl,” He murmurs, his tone slightly exaggerated like he’s speaking to a child. He unhooks the collar and places it around your neck, securing the black loop of leather around your throat. He slips a finger in between the fabric and your skin to ensure it’s not too tight or too loose, and then he clips on the leash to the front loop. 

He gives it an experimental tug, just enough to ensure it’s latched properly and then he smiles, “How’s that, puppy?” 

“Good,” You promise him, “perfect,” 

“Alright,” He murmurs, “let’s surprise Seonghwa,”

He steps away, stretching as he does and adjusting his black t-shirt, and you watch him carefully, waiting for instructions. It’s so easy to get into this headspace with them after so much time, years spent growing your levels of comfort with each other. In moments like this, every ounce of stress and worry falls away from your mind, and you know they’ll lead you safely into everything you need. Years ago you would be bubbling with nerves, but now you can just feel your skin tingling in anticipation, so you wait patiently. 

Yunho turns back to you and lifts the leash in his hand, beckoning you forwards, “Come,” 

“Yes, Daddy,” You answer with ease and a flicker of a smile passes over his lips before he clears his throat and lets the smooth mask of play fall into place. 

He leads you down in front of the bed with the leash, not pulling but guiding, until you’re squarely at the foot of the bed on your knees with your head bowed in supplication. Yunho settles himself behind you, seated on the bench in front of the bed, and he opens his legs to place one on either side of you. 

The leash pulls softly at your throat and you straighten up with its guidance. 

“Show him how pretty you look, pup,” He instructs until your back is perfectly straight and his hand slides over the front of your neck, dragging up to hold your jaw steady. 

You hear the creak of the stairs from the hall. 

“That’s right,” Yunho’s other hand wraps around the leash to keep it in his grip before he moves his hand hotly over your body through your thin sleep shirt, his fingertips tugging at your nipples. You whimper at the harsh tug, “Shh, shh, I won’t hurt you,” 

A pretty lie from his lips as he pinches your skin, but you lock lips shut and breathe slowly through your nose at the sensation, pleasure bubbling in your core again at his attention. 

Seonghwa’s footfalls are audible now as he crosses the landing to your bedroom, and then the door opens. He’s paying absolutely no attention, three cups of coffee balanced in his hands as he pushes the door open with his hip and keeps his eyes trained on the liquid in the cups to ensure nothing spills over onto the floor. 

“Good morning,” His voice is soft and pleasant, quiet so he doesn’t inadvertently wake you, “I hope you didn’t steal all the covers,” 

Yunho’s fingers tighten on your jaw and you hear him laugh softly, “Not exactly,” 

“So then you’re,” He finally looks up, the words dying in his throat and you watch him struggle not to dip the coffee out at the sight of you and Yunho. 

You’d laugh if you thought you’d get away with it without punishment. 

“Well,” Seonghwa grins, his eyebrows shooting up high, “good morning to me.” 

“That’s the idea,” Yunho smirks. 

Seonghwa laughs softly and spins slowly to place the coffee cups on the dresser, “Did she just get up?” 

A thrill runs through your belly at the way he doesn’t even look in your eyes, picking up immediately on the tone in the room and what Yunho wants to do with you. 

“Mhm,” Yunho lifts the hem of your shirt to expose your bare lower half, “she woke up so wet and wanting, darling,” 

“Is that right?” Seonghwa murmurs, running a hand through his long black hair. 

Yunho’s quiet for a moment, and then he taps your cheek with his index finger, “Seonghwa asked you a question, pup.” 

“Yes, sir,” You jump at the chance to speak now that you’ve been acknowledged. 

His eyes flick down to yours and you see a softness there for the briefest moment before he straightens up and crosses the room to stand in front of you, “I’d like to see for myself,” 

“Yes, sir,” 

He drops to a crouch, only inches away from you now, and his fingers tap your bare thigh, “Open up,” 

Despite the rough drag of the carpet under your knees, you part your legs open. 

“Yeobo,” Seonghwa says to your husband, “has our sweet puppy been touched yet today?” 

“A little,” Yunho confirms, “just a warm up,” 

Without meeting your gaze, Seonghwa’s hand pushes between your legs and his fingers find your wet slit, rocking back and forth to gauge your wetness. You physically fight the urge to roll your hips into his hand or make a sound. 

“Perfect,” He breathes. 

A small sigh makes it through your lips. 

Sometimes you don’t know which of them will take the lead, and given the way Yunho woke you and spoke to you, if you were betting in this moment you would have said him. Seonghwa’s still wearing his sleep pants with a kitschy cute print, he just entered the scene, he hasn’t had more than a minute to adapt and sink into the headspace, and yet when your eyes meet his again you know you’ve never been more wrong. 

His gaze is hard, passive and dismissive, and with ease he addresses Yunho without breaking eye contact with you, “I want her in the chair, and I want you both stripped. Now.” 

Yunho drops your chin and your leash immediately, his hands finding the edge of your shirt to pull it up and over your head before tossing it to the side. When he moves to strip off his own clothes, Seonghwa reaches forward to take your face in his hand. 

“Open,” He says. 

Your lips part obediently. 

“Wider,” He scolds, delivering a tight slap to your cheek.

  You whine, but your mouth drops open wider and you extend your tongue. 

Seonghwa angles your face upwards with his hand, spitting directly into your mouth and delivering another quick slap, “Swallow.” 

You don’t make the same mistake twice, and you clamp your lips shut and swallow, letting him watch the bob of your throat so he knows you’re being honest. 

“Chair,” Seonghwa repeats to Yunho, “Now.” 

The leash grows taut suddenly, and Yunho stands and shifts to your side, stripped bare now with his cock standing hard and aching pink before you. 

Your lips part softly at the sight and Seonghwa laughs. “Such a little slut,” He teases, “one look at his cock and you want a taste?” 

“Yes, sir,” 

“Too bad,” He shrugs. 

He stands a moment later, moving out of your eye line behind you, and though you hear the shift of the bed, the drag of drawers opening and the rustle of fabric, you don’t even think about turning to look. 

“Pup,” Yunho tugs the leash and you lurch forward to follow his hand, bracing yourself on the floor with one hand, “come.” 

“Yes, Daddy,” You manage, finding your balance on your hands and knees, scrambling a little to keep up with how tight the lead is and how quickly he’s pulling you forwards across the bedroom floor. 

He makes a displeased noise with his tongue against his teeth and then suddenly there’s no tightness in the leash at all and his hands are on you, lifting you up off the ground with ease before depositing you into the aforementioned chair. He pushes your legs open wide and you comply quickly to get into position but he shakes his head, “You need to do better than this, puppy.” 

You huff softly as he pulls your body into the position he wants. This chair normally sits in the corner of your bedroom looking nothing but decorative, but it’s a favorite for moments like this. As he locates the silk ropes in the nearby storage ottoman, you realize several things at once. The chair beneath you is covered in plush towels, Seonghwa has shucked off his pajama pants in favor of just boxers, and in his hands he holds a collection of toys. 

Your muscles clench.

  “Stay still, baby,” Yunho murmurs as he drops down in front of you, winding the silks tightly around your skin. 

You’re nervous, desperately so, like you always are before a scene like this. You fell into this morning so quickly it feels especially unpredictable, but that’s always part of the fun. Yunho ties your legs tightly together and affixes you well to each arm of the chair, leaving you spread open, unable to close your legs no matter how hard you try. 

He smooths a hand up your shin once he’s done, and checks his knots, “Color?” 

“Green,” You assure him. 

“Good,” Seonghwa’s voice enters the mix as he steps closer, “now tell us, puppy,” he says with a wry smile, “what do you want?” 

Yunho’s hand slowly shifts down your inner thigh. 

You swallow hard, your hips jerking involuntarily as Yunho’s finger’s coast over the top of your mound, “I want to be good for you, sir,” you confess, your voice breathy and tight. 

“I’m sure you do,” Seonghwa nods and then he reaches out and gives Yunho’s shoulder a squeeze, silently communicating that he should shift away from you. 

“Hwa,” Yunho starts to say, but Seonghwa jumps back in. 

“y/n,” He steps to your side, “open wide again,”

“Yes, sir,” You lean your head back, mouth falling open.

  “That’s a good girl,” He coos.

  “Thank you, sir,” You sigh before returning your mouth to its open position.

  “Yunho,” Seonghwa murmurs, passing him most of the items in his hands. When Seonghwa reaches out to you, you see the ball gag in his hands and he nods, “that’s right, that’s a very good girl.” 

You take a deep breath and exhale slowly, calming your fluttering heart rate and opening yourself up to their desires. He tucks the ball between teeth and watches you carefully as you slide it into the right place and get comfortable with the obstruction. You make sure you can still breathe somewhat around the ball, but mostly make sure that you can freely take steady breaths in and out through the nose. 

When he’s sure you’re ready, and you give him one small nod, he wraps the leader around the back of your head and secures it tightly. 

“Hands?” He asks, and you know he’s giving you the option but you don’t care, you extend them out and press them together. 

“Such a good girl today,” Yunho hums, pressing a kiss to your shin as he leans against you, “maybe we should reward her,” 

“We’ll see,” Seonghwa says, wrapping your wrists tightly together with a familiar silky rope of black fabric. 

“You’re in a mood,” Yunho chuckles. 

“I’m not the one who put our girl on a platter,” He smiles, and he lets your hands drop, “and besides, she likes it.”

“Oh, I know,” 

“Now,” Seonghwa takes a step back, gathering the top section of his hair into a bun and securing it neatly with an elastic from his wrist, “one more thing,” 

You can feel yourself trembling, your hips already starting to ache from their prone position, and you think to yourself that if he brings out a blindfold too you’ll have to stop the scene. Your skin already feels flushed and tingly, your whole body tight on a razor wire and you don’t think you can handle a single thing more. 

But instead of blindfold, Seonghwa snaps up a little cube shaped object from your bedside table and presses it into your hands. You recognize it immediately and without hesitation you press the button on the one curved side, the object strobing a sharp white light in fast flashes. Once you register that it’s on and working you click the button again and extinguish the light. 

“Good,” Seonghwa murmurs, “tell me again darling, what do you do when you want to stop?” 

You press the button once more, the light flashing white. 

“And for an emergency?” He asks, holding your gaze. 

You find the small switch on the side and push it to the right and then click the button again. The light flashes red now, an insistent bright hue where there can be no mistaking of your intentions. 

“Very good,” He nods as you click the light back off and slide the indicator into the safe position. Seonghwa picks up one more item on the table to your side, “Yunho, behind her, please,” 

“Anything you like, yeobo,” Yunho gives you one last squeeze, and then he’s gone from your field of vision. 

Your fingers fiddle with the object in your hands. You’ve only used it once or twice to slow a scene in the whole time you’ve been together, but you’ve never flicked it red. Once when you were dizzy, mouth stuffed full and everything in your brain starting to swim deliriously towards unconsciousness, you had flicked the indicator into the red position, but they had noticed the change in your body in seconds and stopped before you even decided to press stop. 

Behind you, you feel the heat of Yunho’s chest as he settles close and waits for more, the leash sliding over your shoulder and disappearing behind you as he turns your collar around. 

“Hold her steady,” Seonghwa instructs, and then he drops to his knees before you. 

You’re trembling in anticipation, your clit pulsing with need between your legs, and you’re sure that if he doesn’t touch you soon, you might fall apart from anxious need alone. 

With no warning, he lays one hand over your mound and cups you, and you realize he needed the moment to put on a pair of black latex gloves. Your hips jump. 

“She likes it,” Yunho murmurs low, “look at her,” 

“Mm,” Seonghwa nods, applying pressure with his fingers and rocking them in a circle once, “that’s because she’s ours. She always likes what we give her,” 

A sound bubbles up from your throat and Seonghwa chuckles, “Oh, you do don’t you?” 

He taps his hand once, a quick slap against your swollen nub, and your head falls back as you moan. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Seonghwa slaps your cunt again, “eyes on me,” 

You breathe through the sensation pulsing through your core and lift your heavy head back up. Yunho drags the leash to help direct your head and then steps close to brace you against his body. 

Seonghwa smiles, his hand massaging you a few more times before he lifts it and glances up to Yunho, “Let’s see how quickly our silly puppy will make a mess,” 

His fingers are inside you before you have a chance to take a breath, and your teeth clamp down on the silicone ball as you moan sharply. 

Seonghwa crooks his gloved fingers just right, and then his hand starts to pulse. He starts off shallow at first, knuckles pressed up to your slick folds as he simply pushes his fingers deeper in short little bursts, the sensations in your belly doubling as he strokes his fingertips over your spongy g-spot again and again. 

Your body jerks in the chair, a groan caught somewhere in the back of your throat. 

“You like it that much, pup?” Yunho’s lips against your ear send a shock through you, “You really are such a little whore, aren’t you?” 

“Our whore,” Seonghwa grins, and he delivers a slap to your inner thigh with his free hand as he picks up the pace of his opposite. 

You moan tightly, teeth digging into the ball now, and Seonghwa starts to fuck you in earnest on his fingers, fast and hard and as deep as he can reach at this angle. It doesn’t feel good, not really, it feels tight and humiliating and your chest is broken out in a pink panicked flush, but it only takes a few more moments of that initial discomfort until the bubble inside you starts to build. 

You choke a curse around the ball in your mouth, hands gripping together tightly. 

“Our whore who’s going to make a mess for her masters,” Seonghwa pants, adjusting his angle and driving into you more forcefully, “over and over again.” 

You moan tightly, pressure dropping low in your abdomen. 

“Isn’t that right?” Seonghwa groans, never changing the pace of his hand. 

You moan tightly, nodding as best you can to comply, but the tautness of the leash keeps you stiff. 

“Make a mess,” Seonghwa commands, “come on,” 

The pressure in your belly drops further, a tight, tense feeling that almost brings tears to your eyes. You whine desperately, clamping your eyes shut, sensations washing through you, and your body tries to jerk and respond but you’re incredibly stuck stock still. 

“Come when I say,” Seonghwa directs you and your eyes fly open to watch him. 

You moan, choked against the ball. 

“You come in three,” He begins to count, his fingers crooking inside you and his opposite hand pressing down over your abdomen, “two…” 

Yunho grips you harder and the sound that leaves you is one of muffled desperation. 

“One,” Seonghwa orders you, and your body crumbles, trained perfectly to their commands. 

All at once the pressure snaps open and you feel your cunt pulsing, all but forcing his fingers out of you as you squirt clear liquid in a rush. 

“Good girl,” Seonghwa encourages, his hand flattening over your clit to rub back and forth harshly, your release splattering across your thighs and his bare chest, “oh, what a good girl,” 

Your chest heaves as you breathe deeply through your nose, trying to settle your trembling body, but he doesn’t even give you a moment of reprieve. The sound of a vibrator makes your eyes flash, searching for the source of the noise and then he lifts the wand. 

“Relax,” Yunho soothes you, petting your hair and giving your shoulder a squeeze, “be good,” 

You nod, pressing into his hand and he hums pleasantly. 

“Listen to Daddy, baby,” Seonghwa smiles, a little taunting and you wonder how this is about to go, your conscious thoughts starting to slip back. 

The wand connects hard with your clit a second later and you all but shriek against the gag, shaking your head hard and your hips jutting. 

“Stop squirming,” Seonghwa orders, delivering a harsh slap to the back of your thigh. The position you’re in has you bent in half, almost in a perfect press and at the flash of pain through your backside from his hand you settle, letting your legs sink back. 

He circles the vibrator, rocking it over your clit again and again and your body flushes pink with pleasure and stinging pain. Your hips rock again, just the smallest amount to try and disconnect the powerful vibrations from your aching clit for just a second so you can get your head around the sensations and he hums, displeased. 

He lifts the wand and delivers another harsh slap, his slick glove against your bare skin, stinging and turning your flesh redder and more numb, “You’re being selfish, puppy,” 

You whimper, shaking your head a little. 

“You are.” He insists, “I thought you said you wanted to be good for us.” 

You nod, trembling. 

“Then you’ll sit still,” He lets his hand crack down against your skin again and you tighten your teeth around the ball, moaning against it. 

A hand winds into your hair suddenly and Yunho tugs your head backwards. You yelp in surprise, eyes watering. 

“If you want to touch Daddy’s cock,” He says, with no sympathy in his voice, “you’ll take every bit of what you get, do you understand me?” 

You make a muffled noise. 

“I said, do you understand me, puppy?” His free hand delivers a stinging slap to your cheek, “Answer,” 

You whine a yes and then a yes, Daddy for good measure. You try to nod but his fist in your hair holds you too still and you wait to see if he’s accepted your garbled words. 

“Very good,” He nods, his hand loosening slightly, “now hush,” 

The vibrator lands once again on your pulsing clit and you cry out against your restraints, but this time you don’t move your hips, you take it just like they told you to. Your bound hands have nowhere to go, the cube twisting in your fingers as your arms shake, and Yunho’s hand wraps around your wrists to tug them back up into your chest and keep them out of Seonghwa’s way. 

“Better,” Seonghwa says, pressing down harder with the bulbous head of the vibrator, “there you go,” 

Everything feels sharp, aching and barely pleasurable, but you trust them. 

“A wet little mess,” Seonghwa teases you, rolling the vibrator in a circular pattern, lifting it and spitting once again, this time directly over your sex, “look at that,” 

He shifts his hand now, dragging the vibrator up and over your bud and then off it completely before repeating the motion, a rhythmic teasing of your most sensitive parts that leaves you choking moans against your gag.

“Don’t come,” He presses the vibrator down hard and your eyes tighten shut, a keening sound against the gag now, “hold it.” 

You can’t, there’s no way, the flood of heat through your body and the rush of sudden pleasure between your thighs is so strong you feel like you might crack open in his hands. You whine, your wrists jerking against Yunho’s wide palm, but all you get in return is a tug against the collar that silently communicates everything you need to know - don’t move. 

“Hold it,” Seonghwa repeats, shifting closer on his knees, adjusting the angle of the vibrator, and laying one wet, gloved hand on your tender thigh. 

The sound that leaves you is animal, somewhere between a moan and a sob and if you had any conscious thought left in your body you’d be glad the walls are thick in this apartment so that no one can hear you but them. 

“Now, come now,” Seonghwa commands and your brain blanks, ears ringing hard as your body responds to him, your legs trembling uncontrollably as the waves of pleasure roll through you. 

Your breath is caught, your mind spinning, and you jump with a start when Seonghwa drops the vibrator and pushes something thick inside you. 

“Mm!” Your head snaps up, fighting against the position Yunho has you in, and you feel him give you a little slack so you don’t actually injure your throat straining against the collar. 

“Don’t whine,” Seonghwa scolds, “you can take more than this any day,” 

Your eyes fill with unshed tears, the sudden intrusion of the dildo startling you in a way you really hadn’t expected, and you don’t mean to try and pull away from the toy, but your hips do it anyway. He pulls it free and drops a slap over your core, and you write against them with a tight cry. Your fingers twist the safety indicator in your hands and your thumb finds the curved button, but you don’t press it quite yet, you wait and breathe deep and let your panic settle. 

“Tell her,” Seonghwa directs. 

The toy plunges back inside you, deep in one shockingly quick thrust and you suddenly can barely breathe. The dildo itself is a standard size, no bigger than either of your partners, but with the position you’re twisted into and the relentlessness of Seonghwa’s attention, you can barely take it. You can feel your walls pulsing around it, hot and fluttering. 

Yunho nips at your ear, dragging your head to one side so you can hear his low voice, “We want you to come again,” 

You huff against the gag. 

“All over,” He kisses your throat, dragging his teeth over your pulsepoint, “can you do that for us, baby?” 

You make a noise, just enough to confirm you’re still with them. 

Seonghwa pulls the toy back and thrusts forwards again, only this time he doesn’t pause and let you get accustomed to the feeling, this time he goes faster, harder. You squeal against the gag and pull tight again against the leash, and this time Seonghwa reaches up to take the lead from Yunho and drag it forward between your legs. 

“You like being our filthy little toy?” Seonghwa asks you, tone laced with mocking sympathy, “A doll for us to fuck when we feel like it?” 

Your eyes roll back, a tightening in your gut, the sounds of the room nothing but lewd and wet and careless. 

“Eyes up, pup,” Yunho’s deep voice in your ear makes you moan but he punctuates his words with a firm slap against your breast and you jolt up again. 

“So rude,” Seonghwa tuts, “can’t even answer a simple question,” 

You moan something garbled, but you don’t even know what you were trying to say. 

“Is your head so full of cock you can’t even think straight?” Seonghwa laughs, tugging the leash again until you’re straining forward and moaning at the aching position, “It is, isn’t it?” 

“Dirty girl,” Yunho bites down on your shoulder. 

“Fucking filthy,” Seonghwa curses, letting the leash go suddenly and you fall back hard with a whimper. He slaps your thigh again and you jerk. 

For a moment they let you lay back as reclined as you can be in the chair in this pretzel of a position, but the dildo doesn’t stop, the curve perfectly angled to press up into your g-spot over and over again. You’re going to come, the realization slamming into you like a train and with the gag in your mouth there’s no way to ask for permission. 

You squirm in the chair, blinking hard and whining against the ball, trying to get their attention so they realize. You don’t want to break a rule, you can’t take much more, but it’s going to happen anyways. 

“There we go, there we go,” Seonghwa thrusts the toy as quickly as he can, his fingers digging into your thigh where he holds you steady. He’s talking to himself now, watching his work. 

You moan against the gag, and if your mouth was free you’d be asking - Sir, please may I come?

And he’d say yes. 

And you’d fall into pieces in his palms. 

Instead all you can do is whine, and he drops a hard slap to your thigh, and it’s all over. You release hard, fluid erupting from your abused core yet again as he pulls back the dildo on one of the thrusts, forcing it free. Your bound hands break out of Yunho’s hold and you shove them downwards to try and cover yourself, to try and get him to stop torturing you with the silicone cock. The sounds you make are harsh and wheezing, tears streaming down your temples. 

Seonghwa slaps your hands back and drags the head of the dildo over your clit fast, dragging out the intensity of your orgasm and making a wet mess of you both as he does. In the moments after, as your shaking body comes down from the hardest orgasm yet, you realize the rest of the morning is not going to go like any of you planned. 

“Disappointing,” Seonghwa’s hand connects once again with your thigh and you can already see how red and aching the flesh there is, “you know the rules,” 

You whimper against the gag. 

“If you wanted to come on a cock that badly,” He spanks you again, “you should have waited for us,” 

You squeak, shaking your head, eager to explain yourself. 

“No, no,” Seonghwa hand comes down again, lighting up your skin with pins and needles, “you be quiet,” 

You swallow hard, jaw aching against the gag. 

Seonghwa reaches up, picking up the leash as it lays down your front, and he pulls it just enough that you have to arch your head up to follow it. He licks his lips and sighs, trading a quick look with Yunho, “I was going to let you out after that last one,” he says, “and take you both to bed.” 

“Is that so?” Yunho murmurs, kissing your shoulder. 

The tenderness does little to quell your nerves, you feel the way his hands grip you.

“Mhm,” Seonghwa nods, “I was going to fuck you soft, like you like sometimes in the mornings. Maybe make you come on my tongue,” 

Your breath leaves you in a shudder.

“I would have let you rut your sweet self on Daddy’s thigh until you fell asleep,” His eyes turn soft, apologetic even, “but I can’t do that now.” 

You sob softly against the gag. 

“Now you need a lesson,” He pushes away from you, standing and gesturing for Yunho to follow. 

You watch them as they work, adjusting your binds so that you tip further back into a proper press and they adjust the chair so that they can access you the way they need to. Your legs are open wider now, the ache in your hips deep, but you wait, you wanted this. 

Yunho pulls the binds on your gag unexpectedly, the ball falling loose from your mouth and you groan at the sore state of your jaw. 

“Don’t get too comfortable,” He says, pushing a hand back into your hair. 

“Y-yes, Daddy,” Your throat feels hoarse and tired, but you clear your throat lightly and let his hand against your scalp support the weight of your exhausted neck. 

Yunho adjusts his stance by your side and comes closer, his leaking cock an inch away from your cheek. As Seonghwa moves between your spread thighs, Yunho finds your hands and opens your fingers, checking to see that your safety light is still tucked between your hands. You give him the smallest nod, and he gives your fingers a squeeze. 

“This time,” Seonghwa interrupts your thoughts as he braces himself on the chair and finds the right positioning for him to be able to sink his hard length inside you, “you don’t come until I say.” 

“Yes, sir,” You confirm with a sigh.

“Good girl,” He says, and then he slides home. 

You moan, voice unobstructed this time, your head falling back into Yunho’s wide palm. 

“Come on, pretty,” Yunho shakes you a little as Seonghwa starts to work his hips, “you wanted to suck Daddy’s cock so bad and now you’re too tired?” 

You shake your head, blinking hard and turning your face towards his aching length, letting your mouth fall open and extending your tongue. 

“Good,” He soothes you, and then he dips forwards, sinking his hardness past your lips and down your throat. 

You grip your hands tightly together and steady your breathing through your nose. 

“Taking it all like a good fucking slut,” Seonghwa sighs, jutting his hips up and forcing the rest of himself deep in your cunt, “God, I can feel it, you’re gripping me like a vice, baby,” 

Your head goes fuzzy at the sudden praise. 

Yunho adjusts his position, leaning over you and bracing himself on the edge of the table behind the chair with the hand that isn’t cupping the back of your head. He thrusts once, experimental to test your limits and the position, and you moan against his cock as it connects with the soft back of your throat. 

“Fuck,” Seonghwa curses his fingers gripping your side, “you should feel her,” 

“Mm-mm,” Yunho shakes his head, “I like her choking on my cock,” 

“Of course you do,” Seonghwa laughs, thrusting hard and knocking his hips into yours. 

“Pretty little cockslut,” Seonghwa grunts as he pistons his hips faster, every thrust stretching you wide and sending sparks of pleasure up your spine, “isn’t that right?” 

You moan around Yunho’s thrusting cock, your eyes clamping shut as you try to focus on your breath and let them take what they want from you. 

“Yeah,” Seonghwa huffs, mocking, “that’s right, puppy,” 

Your eyes roll back, body locking up, another orgasm so close you can almost brush right against it. 

“I bet you want me to come inside you,” Seonghwa says hot against your skin, “I know how you beg for it,” 

Your body jerks, your hands scrambling against his chest but he ignores you. 

“You think you deserve that, baby?” Seonghwa presses messy, angry kisses over your chest, teeth catching on your skin. 

You whine, gripping your hands tighter, your head swimming. You’d nod if you could, say yes, say anything if you could. 

“I’m,” Yunho chokes, his hips rolling into you forcefully as he drags your head forwards with every thrust of his cock through your lips, “H-Hwa,”

“Make her swallow,” Seonghwa tells him, ordering him just as much as he’s ordering you. 

Yunho groans, locking your head against his pubic bone as he spills himself down the back of your throat in one final, shaking thrust. You choke against him, spluttering a little and trying to pull back but he holds you steady. Your fingers find the curved side of the safety light once more, but he pulls back before you have to use it. 

You swallow hastily, less in an effort to take his release and more in an effort to take a deep breath of air, but his fingers find your chin to tip your head back so you don’t waste a drop as you sputter and cough. 

“That’s my good girl,” He soothes you, “so sweet for letting me use her mouth,” 

You sigh, swallowing again and leaning your cheek against his palm. 

Yunho takes a deep breath and then reaches past you, reproducing the gag. 

“N-no, wait,” You take a deep breath and scramble to find Seonghwa’s eyes, but he’s intensely focused on the sight of his cock plunging in and out of your aching slit, muttering obscenities through his own sounds of pleasure. 

Yunho gives you a full second to click on the light and stop things, but when you don’t he moves forwards and stuffs the ball back into your mouth, securing the grip behind your head. 

“Shh, shh,” he strokes your hair, “you can do it,” 

You’re not sure that you can, but you nod. 

“Fuck,” Seonghwa pants, collapsing over you further as Yunho shifts away from you, “you feel like heaven,” 

Your walls clench around him, the sudden rush of pleasure building again inside you. 

He tugs your hair, pumping his hips in deep snaps that run sharp pulses of pleasure up your spine, “Come on my cock,” he commands, “Now, baby, come on,” 

You sob against the gag, so close you want to reach out and take it, sweat breaking across your brow, blush across your body. 

“I know you’re close,” Seonghwa taunts, “I know you, baby, I own you,” 

Your head drops back, swimming with an explosion of another orgasm, your vision swimming, but suddenly he’s gone, no longer inside you and stimulating you and dragging you up and over the edge. You cry out, harsh and desperate and needy, your cunt clenching around nothing. 

Your eyes stay shut, you can’t muster the strength to lift your head. 

He says something more, but you can’t quite make it out, and you feel it when he comes hot and wet across your belly. 

The vibrator presses down on your clit once more, and he turns up the intensity, and once again you jolt, a broken, raspy cry from your throat. 

“Now,” Seonghwa commands once more, “now, hard, come on,” 

The pain of your overstimulated clit is almost too much to bear but he rocks the vibrator just right one more time and the orgasm he snatched away from you a moment ago rips you back under tenfold. Every part of you is aching, muscles screaming and joints stiff, but this final wave of ecstatic, orgasmic pleasure loosens the last conscious fibers of your mind, leaving you floating and boneless. You can’t quite feel anything anymore except a dull buzzing through every inch of your skin. The little light in your hands falls free, clattering to the floor. 

It takes a moment for your ears to stop ringing, but when they do the first thing you hear is the soft voices of your husbands. 

“Get her legs,” Seonghwa instructs, and then his fingers are in your hair uncoupling the gag from your mouth, “Jagiya, can you hear me?” 

“Yes, sir,” You breathe as the gag falls away, and soft fingers find your jaw to massage warm circles into your skin. 

“Open your eyes, jagiya,” Seonghwa murmurs, “come on,” 

You blink furiously, fighting with the rush of light and the misty tears that cloud your vision. 

“Come on,” Seonghwa murmurs, his fingers sweeping through your hair, “there we go, give me a deep breath,” 

You take a deep inhale in through the nose, and Yunho finally loosens the ropes around your legs enough so that they unfurl, an ache suddenly ringing up your thighs through your lower back. On your exhale the pain of it makes you cry out softly and you let your legs fall slack. 

“Darling,” Seonghwa cups your cheek, bringing your eyes to his, “this is very important, alright?” 

You nod. 

“Does anything hurt?” He asks calmly, thumb stroking along your cheek. 

“Hips,” You manage, but if you’re being honest your jaw is sore too. 

“Okay,” He nods, “anything else?” 

Your head floods with dizzy confusion, the influx of oxygen too much to handle and you let your eyes droop closed again, your head feeling heavy. 

Seonghwa’s hand cups your head to keep it from lolling backwards and you feel his fingers on the collar, “Yunho, do you,” 

“I’ve got it,” Yunho replies smoothly, and you feel his hands on your skin, strong arms lifting you up as the collar falls away. 

“Mm,” You sigh, blinking again to open your eyes and get your bearings, “where?” 

“Shh,” Yunho soothes you, “we’re just going to bed, sweetheart,” 

You suddenly feel like falling, your brain floating and disconnected, and the next time you open your eyes it’s to both of their faces above you. 

“y/n,” Seonghwa asks, gently tapping your cheek to get your eyes to focus on him, “tell me again, what hurts?” 

This time, your brain seems to start working. You exhale slowly, taking stock of your limbs and stretching against the sheets, “I’m okay,” 

“Are you sure?” He cups your cheek, “Think for a minute,” 

You shake your head, winding your fingers together with his, “I’m good, for a second I was stiff, but I’m good,” 

Yunho’s fingers slide over your bare hips and start to press gentle circles into your skin. He watches your face carefully for any signs of deeper discomfort and murmurs, “You’re supposed to use the light if you feel dizzy,” 

“I know,” You breathe, “it happened quick,” 

His lips close and he nods, focused again on your stiff limbs. 

“Next time you have to tell us,” Seonghwa presses, “alright?” 

“I promise,” You swear, “I just couldn’t think straight there for a minute,” 

Seonghwa sighs, relieved and exhausted, and he drops lower on the bed to kiss you, “You did so beautifully, baby,” 

“Yeah?” 

“You were perfect,” He assures you, voice relaxing now that he knows once again you’re fine and responsive. 

“Can you hold me?” You murmur against his cheek, “please?” 

“Of course, of course, I can,” He peppers kisses over your face, easing down into the covers gathering you close, “how’s this?” 

“Good,” You nod. 

His hand caresses your back, massaging your sore muscles. 

“Yunho, you too,” You sigh with your cheek against Seonghwa’s bare chest, and you reach up blindly for your other husband’s hand. 

“I’m right here,” He murmurs, slipping behind you and snuggling close, “how do you feel?” 

“Warm,” You murmur, “and so sleepy,” 

“You rest,” Yunho kisses your shoulder, “you did so well for us, my love,” 

“You liked it?” You blink, trying to find their hands to hold. 

Yunho’s hand closes over you and Seonghwa’s entwined fingers and brings them to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles to try to ease you, “I loved it, I love you,” 

“I love you too,” You sigh. 

Seonghwa caresses your cheek softly, “He’s right, you did so well, and I know you pushed yourself today,” 

“Yeah,” You feel a little rush of emotions, thankful that he noticed the way you quelled your own panic to trust that they would keep you safe. 

“We’ll always take care of you, my darling,” He kisses your hair, warm hands stroking your skin, “and it means so much to us that you trust us, just don’t push yourself too hard next time,” 

You can’t fight the yawn, but you nod, “I will, I’m sorry,” 

“Hwa,” Yunho murmurs softly. 

“Hmm?” 

There’s a quiet exchange above you, but you’re too tired to make it out. Seonghwa’s hand untangles from yours and his fingers rest along your jaw. Slowly he massages the muscles there, giving you relief you didn’t even know you needed after the aching extension of your mouth for so long around the gag. 

“We’ll talk about everything later,” Yunho murmurs, “she’s exhausted,” 

“You’re right,” Seonghwa murmurs, and then he shifts to soothe you, “y/n, you sleep now, and Yunho and I will be here when you wake up, alright?” 

“Mhm,” Your body starts to go boneless. 

“I love you so much,” He presses a warm kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you,” You breathe, your stiff joints relaxing under their hands. 

“I know, darling,” Seonghwa murmurs, his voice starting to sound far away, “we know,” 

It’s hours before you wake again, but when you do they’re with you, just as he said. Between them you stay held, cherished, never a broken promise between you. 

[domm1etae]

yunhwa stripper au

oh my FUCKING GOD, shut up, SHUT UP. this is >>>>

😩😩😩

[ccammyboo]

The Lone Shadow

pairing: Bounty Hunter Yunho x Outlaw Seonghwa - (with a hint of woosan)

tag warnings: wild west au, smut, noncon, stalking, obsessed yh, dom yh, (bratty) sub hwa, gunplay, murder!, graphic violence, threats of violence, anal sex, degrading, coming inside, yunho is eeeeevil 😭, dead dove do not eat

summary: Seonghwa got himself in trouble with a bounty on his head. Unfortunately for him, the infamous Bounty Hunter has set his eyes on him, and no, it’s not for the gold reward.

disclaimer: This work does not represent any of the ATEEZ members in any way. This is purely created for fiction. Also, I do not condone to ANY of the actions displayed in this story. Please read at your own risk. MDNI!

wordcount: 6.6k

note: Idk about you guys but i still haven’t moved on from cowboy yh… & this fic is mostly improvised. Open for any thoughts & feedback! I want to become better at writing. Also, English is not my first language. Enjoy reading! 𐚁

(dedicated to mango, who also proofread this filth ♡︎.)

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Seonghwa tore the wanted poster from the notice board. Not quite the nicest welcome upon entering the seemingly modest looking village he just sought refuge in. He gave the poster a final glance even though he already knew its details. A rough drawn sketch of him, with underneath bold letters announcing the high bounty on his head, including ‘dead or alive’. He adjusted the scarf covering his features, hoping to stay unrecognizable. Then, he mounted back on his brown-spotted horse in the hopes of finding a saloon still open at this late hour.

How he ended up wanted? Well, it was no surprise his so-called friends betrayed him and decided the gold was worth more than his companionship. But what he did not anticipate was the original ‘owner’ of the money to take it so personally. Going so far as wanting his head, with or without the rest of his body. Resulting in uncountable copies of his face being spread around towns on wanted posters.The worst part? He knew the bastard lacked the money to pay any bounty hunter for it. As it was in fact, stolen. Feeling exposed and shattered, Seonghwa was left with no choice but to escape town. Forced to flee and start life anew elsewhere. He never imagined his life turning to this. 

Honestly. it’s not like he enjoyed his bandit life. But poor life choices lead to desperate measures. At some point, stealing was the only option he had. It was pretty lame theft, wallets and jewelry from the upper class. Pick-pocketing is not something he was proud of doing, but it was easy money. Seonghwa preferred to work alone, naming himself ‘The Lone Shadow’, finding safety in solitude. His work was stealthy, avoiding any conflict as he was simply not good at it. Sure, he owned a gun, but that was only for emergencies. One day Seonghwa was approached by two bandits, offering him to join a side-hustle. Promising him a fair share. Seonghwa couldn’t resist his temptations, desperate for the coin. Deep down, he should have known better than to trust the two men. In the thievery world, their loyalty and promises were questionable. Since most bandits had simple intentions with their stolen money. Selfish desires like drugs, alcohol, gambling or sex. And of course that reflected in their personality. Just moments after the job, his ‘allies’ took the coin and ran off. They anonymously tipped off the authorities about Seonghwa’s appearance. Clearly in the hopes of keeping themselves out of trouble. So, now he was identified to the whole Wild West, leaving him without a single profit for it. 

Seonghwa took a sip from his refreshing drink, watching the waiter bring him his late dinner. He thankfully nodded. The Outlaw was cautious, continuously scanning his surroundings. He had yet to set up camp outside the village, but risked himself out here to enjoy the comfortable warmth of the saloon on this chilly late evening. Even though he had enough of his uncomfortable nights sleeping outside. The dangers were too high. So far, he managed to escape a few encounters. Luckily those occurred during busy daylight hours so it was easy to slip away. He had been on the run for a week or three, having traveled further up north to unexplored territories. Yet, every time he encountered a poster containing his face, he felt his stress levels rise. At times, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, sensing that he was being pursued, but never finding the source. So Seonghwa restlessly kept on relocating, not stopping until he had traveled far enough.

Seonghwa finished his lukewarm food. A meal that tasted heavily to him, for someone that was nearly starving that is. He pulled his red scarf back up and rested his tense shoulders against the chair. Just a few more minutes, he told himself. Seonghwa’s eyes got lost staring at the candle on his wooden table. He wondered how much longer he could keep this up. He knew he messed up bigtime, and running away from problems never worked in his favor. But what choice did he have?

A sudden gust of wind blew into the saloon, nearly blowing out the candle. The heavy sound of boots followed, killing the peaceful silence. Seonghwa lifted his gaze cautiously, to not seem too alarmed , avoiding suspicion. A tall figure, dressed in a long black coat walked in. His cowboy hat covering his facial features. He headed straight to the bar. Seonghwa lowered his own stampede hat, sinking in his chair deeper. “Sir, we’re about to clos-” the bartender swallowed back his words upon apparently recognizing who was standing in front of him. The stranger didn’t respond and simply sat down. The bartender fetched him a drink right away. With the new heavy tension in the air, Seonghwa felt like this was bad news and his instinct told him he should leave.

Checking his pocket, he only found a few coins, and placed the amount on the table as payment for his meal, even leaving a small tip. But in a cruel twist of fate, one slid off and clattered loudly to the floor, rolling in the direction of the mysterious individual. As Seonghwa bent down, attempting to grab it, he uncontrollably glanced at his direction. The intimidating stranger had his head partially turned towards him, Seonghwa’s eyes meeting a cold, unyielding look in return. And then he knew. he knew he was in real trouble once the infamous ruthless bounty hunter was after him. 

Panic seared through him. He had heard the stories of this bounty hunter’s reputation. The living Grim Reaper. Known for his merciless tactics and usually going for the ‘dead’ in ‘dead or alive’. He was no hero to anyone, that much Seonghwa knew. He was convinced he usually chased the real bandits from gangs, not some average lone thief. But then he remembered the reward on his head.

Shit shit shit. Forget the coin, he had to leave. Right. Now. he hurried outside, untangling the rope attached to the hitch. Attempting to free his horse who was blissfully unaware of the danger lurking in the saloon. Inside, the hunter chugged his drink in one go and hit the glass back on the bar. All while Seonghwa stressfully fiddled with the knot he made in this cursed rope, his fingers trembling. When he finally got it undone the bat-winged doors to the saloon were pushed open. The hunter stepped outside, a ominous aura hanging around him. All Seonghwa could see was the silhouette of his figure, perhaps even the smallest glint of teeth displaying a smile on his face. Seonghwa wasted no more time and mounted his horse, who stamped nervously. He tugged the reins, kicked her sides and dashed off blindly into the night.

He raced as fast as his horse could let him and entered the darkness of the desert, leaving the town behind him. Wind whipping through his black hair as his own hat nearly flew off. Hooves pounded loudly on the gravel as the moon shone bright, the only source of light.

Behind him, he could sense the hunter closing in, locking his focus on Seonghwa. How was he this fast? Seems his little head start only lasted that long. 

Seonghwa’s heart raced with adrenaline. All while his only safety out of here started to pant louder by the minute, reaching her limit. He urged his steed to go faster. “Please, please!” he pleaded in desperation. Just further up ahead laid the woods, feeling confident in his skills to lose the hunter there, he only had to reach them. He had to. 

He could sense the hunter getting closer and closer, and for the second time he dared to peek behind him. Fuck, there was only around forty feet distance between he two. Watching him terrified, the hunter moved his hand to his side, reaching for an object attached to his hip. Intending on ending this chase.

Panic set in Seonghwa as he faced forward again. “Faster!” he cried, kicking his heels against his horse’s sides, feeling her pants turning more frantic. He tried to reach for his pistol in his pocket but struggled to do so due to the bumpy movement, it nearly slipped out of his hands. The gap between the two of them kept closing in. The forest was so near. His only hope of finding an advantage in this scenario. Just a bit further. He could outsmart the hunter there, he trained his horse well to handle difficult terrain. The trees could give him cover from any bullets.

Suddenly, Seonghwa felt himself get violently snatched off his horse .The hunter had aimed his lasso perfectly to capture his target. With a quick snap, air was knocked out of Seonghwa’s lungs. He hit the ground hard, hat flying off, his body spinning until he came to a halt. Dazed, he groaned before his chaser stopped and dismounted his horse in front of him. A set of heavy boots covering Seonghwa’s view. He instantly tried to get up in the hopes of finding his own horse to get away as quickly as possible. Adrenaline blocked out any pain he was feeling from his fall. But he couldn’t move his arms, as they were tightly constricted to his sides with the lasso. He stumbled pathetically, face front on the gravel. Seonghwa tried to look up, seeing his captor looking down at him. He could vaguely see the sinister grin appear on his face again. An uneasy feeling bubbled up in Seonghwa’s stomach. The bounty hunter bent forward, a scent of leather and gunpowder enveloping him as he tugged the lasso hard, rising Seonghwa from the ground to get closer into his face. He was met with hooded eyes, darker than the night itself. “Got you” he spoke for the first time, in a low, seductive voice. The hunt was over.

Seonghwa felt exposed, eyed by him in his now bound body. The hunter’s gloved hand slowly made his way to his torso. Seonghwa flinched, trying to pull back but he held him tightly in place. The hunter chuckled before taking out Seonghwa’s gun from his jacket, placing it in one of his own empty holsters. Hiding it behind his long fringed coat.

The moonlight caught glimpses of his sharp jawline and the edge of his lips that curved into a smirk. Seonghwa never wanted to live so badly now that he realized he was stripped from freedom. Not like he had a pleasant life to begin with, but it was still better than being behind bars, or worse, dead by the hands of this bounty hunter. He glanced up to the man in front of him who towered over him completely, seeming to drink in this sight of him, his victory.

“That was unnecessary. Could have just asked me to stop, you know?” Seonghwa attempted to humor him. Maybe if he complied he could find an opening to escape. “A little mercy, perhaps?” Seonghwa eyed the lasso in Yunho’s hands. Possibly befriending and not angering the man that held him captive was his only chance of survival. The bounty hunter let out a chuckle in return.

“Oh Lone Shadow, I don’t do mercy.” His eyes pierced right into his soul upon saying those words. “Or should I say.. Seonghwa’’ when his real name escaped his lips, Seonghwa felt like he wanted to sink through the ground. His captor grinned, seeming pleased with his reaction.

“How do you know my-?” He suddenly tugged Seonghwa back up to his feet, causing him to nearly stumble into his chest. Seonghwa could sense he reveled in his discomfort. This guy was a freak, that much he could tell. What else did he know about his life? With a sudden move, he pulled down Seonghwa’s scarf. The hunter seemed to marvel with delight. Seonghwa swallowed hard, trying to read him through his calm demeanor. He squirmed in the tightly secured rope, the cruel reminder of this reality. God how he wished he left the saloon just a bit earlier to have avoided all of this.

“My name is Yunho” the hunter shared. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, and nearly scoffed. “Didn’t ask but nice to meet you!” He spat back sarcastically. So much for staying on friendly terms with him. 

“Since we are on a first name basis now. Perhaps you're willing to take me out of these ropes so we can have a conversation like normal people?”

Seonghwa could see Yunho twitch his eye, resulting in Seonghwa quickly moving on to his next technique of talking himself out of possible death. He discarded his sarcastic tone to replace it with a serious one.

“I promise you, I’m worth more alive than dead” which was, according to the posters, not true. Yunho turned around, whistled loudly to fetch Seonghwa’s horse, who had seemed to graze on some grass not far away.

“Let’s see if you can live up to that promise then.” Yunho answered, grin widening, sending chills through Seonghwa as he now forced this challenge upon him. 

- One week ago -

For Yunho, it was child’s play to track his new target. The outlaw seemed confident to hide in plain sight, thinking he was safe by simply wearing his scarf as a mask. His poor choice of surviving skills was proof enough for Yunho to conclude he was practically harmless. If he wanted, he could have ended his life with numerous opportunities. So, it was clear that something didn’t add up with the bounty on his head. Yunho has had more than enough experience with bandits to know the difference, sending plenty to their demise. The Lone Shadow was cautious, but simply bad at checking up on his surroundings. The outlaw’s behavior clearly did not match that of an experienced bandit. 

Observing him from a distance, following his routine, The Lone Shadow’s frustrated exhales upon finding yet another poster brought a smile to Yunho. The way his target would walk away defeated. It didn’t take long to figure out he was just a fragile thing. Maybe framed, was Yunho’s guess. His interest grew. He started following him around, town by town. During one night of patrolling the outlaw in his tent, Yunho noticed a fellow co-hunter sneaking out the bushes. He couldn’t have that, his target needed his sleep after all. The fellow hunter seemed convinced at his job. That was until Yunho appeared behind them, ending their life with practiced ease, a swift slice of his knife at their neck. They didn’t even see him coming. Probably too money hungry their guard was dropped, and their life for the taking. Sloppy.

He made sure to clean the mess, of course, he wouldn’t want to surprise the fugitive with a dead body right outside his tent next morning. But the thought of him witnessing the startled look on the outlaw’s face had tempted Yunho. Perhaps as a warning sign for him to be more careful. Though he discarded it, not wanting to create panic just yet. He couldn’t have him start acting reckless. Prolonging his ‘hunt’.

Yunho wondered how long he would keep this up before revealing himself. His mind racing with possibilities. He was so ripe for the taking. Watching the Lone Shadow struggle to get through the days entertained him, he wanted to get closer to the one who has captivated his attention. He craved to know everything about him. What put him in this situation, or who? Who was hiding behind the name Lone Shadow? Questions were piling up and he needed answers. Curiosity grew, and once his outlaw made it to a rather safe village. Yunho believed the Lone Shadow to at least stay alive for a few days without him needing to take care of his surroundings. And so far, he kept going in a straight line up north, exactly where Yunho wanted him to go. Plus, he was certain of tracking him back easily.

He took this opportunity to finally find some answers to his burning questions. Soon, Yunho promised himself, very soon, he would come for him. His heart raced at the thought as he set his plans in motion.

—

Seonghwa’s body felt sore from draping over Yunho’s horse, facing the gravel. He had no idea how long he had been in this position, still secured tight to Yunho’s rope attached to his belt. So bailing was not an option. Seonghwa’s boots were dangling in the air and he arched his back to look up, catching a glimpse of his own horse gently trailing behind, also tied to Yunho’s horse. Poor thing, he grew attached to her. His hunter would probably sell her. His eyes shifted to Yunho’s back, who was calmly riding his horse. He had been quiet since their trip to God knows where. If only his hands were free, Seonghwa might have been able to snatch a weapon from his satchel. To his knowledge, most hunters carried a few.

Just as Seonghwa was about to break the silence, Yunho suddenly stopped his tracks. “We’re here”. He dismounted his horse and pulled Seonghwa off as well. Making him stand on his feet again. His legs felt numb and he was slightly dizzy from hanging upside down for so long. As he steadied himself, Seonghwa took in the sight of a simple cabin in front of him. Nestled among towering trees, isolated and far from any traces of civilization.

Yunho brought the horses to the stalls. Seonghwa was forced to follow, dragged along by the rope that still linked him to Yunho’s belt. Everything about this felt so uncomfortable. “Why not just take me in like any other bounty hunter?” he asked bluntly as Yunho was securing the horses inside. Seonghwa tried to mask the fear bubbling inside him with a facade of defiance. He didn’t understand why Yunho hadn’t taken out his pistol yet, why he wasn’t rushing to collect his reward. Why was he still alive? This was supposed to be one of the most dangerous bounty hunters and now he was doing errands with him? Yunho walked back to the front door, Seonghwa right behind.

“At this hour?” he finally answered, as if not taking him seriously at all. He shoved a key inside the keyhole and unlocked the door, pushing it open to reveal a dark unlit interior. Yunho stepped in, Seonghwa initially remained at the door frame, but was pulled along inside. 

Yunho hit the lightswitch and unpacked some gear he had on him, placing them on the table. He took off his hat, revealing his dark brown hair. Then his hand found the silver pistol he took from Seonghwa and took it out of his holster. He inspected it up closely, admiring the subtle decorations. Floral carvings and Seonghwa’s initials. “What’s it’s story?” Yunho then asked, seeming genuinely interested. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, confused by his change of persona. “Custom made, back when I still had a life” he answered nonchalantly. He never used the gun before, but Yunho didn’t need to know that. 

“You take good care of it. It’s in a good state” Yunho added. Seonghwa felt the urge to roll his eyes. Like what, was he supposed to thank him? What was this weird attempt of small talk? But yes, he was going to miss his gun that was now in his captor’s hands.

“Come with me” Yunho tugged him back outside. As if Seonghwa even had a choice. He was dragging him like a dog on a leash to the backyard. Seonghwa had a bad feeling about this. Yunho stopped in front of a root cellar and unlocked the door, revealing a wooden staircase leading down. It was pitch black, like a void. Yeah, hell no. Seonghwa held a firm stance. If he gets murdered after all, preferably not in a creepy cellar. But what could he do against the man in front of him? His arms were still tight around the lasso, he had no weapon on him, and had no idea where he was. Yunho turned on the lightswitch, bright light flickering down in the basement. Seonghwa swore he could hear a noise coming from down there, something like a gasp. He held people there? Panic set back into Seonghwa as he was now pulling away from the entrance. Yunho didn’t even glance back at him and tugged him back. “Don’t be difficult," he warned, the same low tone he used when he had just taken his freedom a few hours ago.

Seonghwa nervously gulped as he was faced with two figures. They both lay on the ground, shivering from the cold, clothes covered in dry blood. And both of them were blindfolded with a brown simple sack over their heads. Their wrists and ankles were tightly bound. One of them was whimpering. “On your knees, both of you,” Yunho's hard voice echoed in the cellar and proceeded to stride towards them. The two men did as ordered, one of them grunted, seeming, irritated? Yunho put his attention back to Seonghwa, who tried to process what was happening in front of him. “See this as a little present” with that he pulled off both sacks simultaneously, revealing the two bandits that ruined Seonghwa’s life. His mouth fell wide open, and so did theirs. 

“San? Wooyoung?” Seonghwa was shocked with disbelief. Both of them looked terrible. San had a split lip and it seemed his nose had been bleeding, possibly broken. Wooyoung had a black eye. A nervous smile appeared on Wooyoung’s face. ‘H-hey hey! Lone Shadow!’ he forced his laugh. ‘Good to see y-!’ Yunho’s strong hand gave his head a shove forward, urging him to shut up. A signal well understood by Wooyoung.  Yunho returned back to Seonghwa and slowly started untying him. The outlaw tried to process what was going on, Yunho carelessly continued as if this was a normal day at his job. “They were a pain in the ass to drag here, but I thought it would be fair for you to seal their fate.”

As the rope fell to the floor with a dull thud, Seonghwa could finally feel his tense limbs again. His arms, once restrained but now freed. The moment of relief was short lived. He felt the weight of a gun being pressed firmly into his palm. Yunho had placed it there, his grip strong. His gloved hand covered Seonghwa’s hand completely as he moved the firearm in the direction of the two men on their knees. Seonghwa’s heart raced as he tried to grasp the gravity of the situation he was put in. Yunho leaned forward, whispering in his ear, his breath hot. “Go on then” his hand left his as he took a deliberate step backwards.

Seonghwa hated both of them. They ruined his life! San looked at him, split lip pouting with mercy, sniffing and sobbing. Wooyoung was quiet for once. The same Wooyoung, who was usually filled with arrogance, now stared at Seonghwa, as if daring him to act. Seonghwa’s gun kept switching between the two now powerless men. He felt angry, but why was his arm trembling? Killing them wasn’t going to fix the bounty on his head. Not that that even mattered now that he was captured anyway. But why would Yunho give him this opportunity? How did he know this duo? 

“C'mon then!" Wooyoung suddenly shouted angrily, as if he already accepted death. “Rather you than that fucking psycho.” Seonghwa flinched at his sudden outburst. San just started wailing louder. “Do it. Can’t listen to this guy’s ugly sobbing anymore” Wooyoung nudged his head to his partner in crime. San continued pleading, as he began stammering. "We’re sorry- I’m sorry!" followed by a list of excuses, each one more pitiful than the last.

Seonghwa felt trickles of sweat forming on his brow. Why couldn’t he do it? Why couldn’t he pull the trigger? Damn it! He didn’t want to become a murderer, he swore to only do it in self-defense and right now the only danger is the man behind him. Surviving means his captor had to die, that much was clear. Well, this might be his only chance now, he had to take it. Seonghwa gulped and just as he intended to turn his gun to Yunho, he suddenly snapped it out of his hands.

“Can’t do it, huh?” he taunted, his voice sickly sweet. Without another word, he determinedly made his way towards Wooyoung, jammed the pistol inside his mouth and pulled the trigger. Pulled it out from what was remaining of his head, moved to San and proceeded to do the same. Two loud bangs, bodies fell, blood sprayed the walls in a dark red, and then silence.

Seonghwa stood frozen in shock, heart pounding against his ribs. “Finally, quiet” Yunho wiped the pistol clean against one of the sacks on the floor. The gun was clean, but his outfit and face were covered in blood spats. Then he looked back at Seonghwa, with a wide eerie smile that sent him shivers. “Like I thought, you don’t have the guts, but that’s what makes you entertaining.”

Seonghwa glanced back at the lifeless bodies, the floor slowly turning crimson red. He had no words for the horror that just unfolded. Yunho casually placed the gun back in its holster as if it was nothing. Clearly having done these gruesome acts plenty of times. “This kind of treachery deserves to be dealt with, don’t you think?” the sadistic smile not leaving him. 

“You’re mad,” Seonghwa spat out before thinking about the possible consequences. “Oh honey, but this is all for you," he purred, slowly making his way over to Seonghwa as he removed his bloodied glove, gently brushing Seonghwa’s sleek hair aside to caress his cheek. His hand felt warm, it felt out of place given the situation. Seonghwa flinched at his touch, causing Yunho to chuckle softly. “Sensitive..” Seonghwa backed away slowly, looking at him with disgust. He knew he was a cold hearted murderer, but seeing him actually perform the cruel act in person made Seonghwa want to vomit. However, now that he was free from his lasso, he felt the tiniest flicker of hope. Yunho’s hand was left in the air, watching him intently, curious to see how he would react.

“Look, I appreciate the.. effort..” Seonghwa spoke, refusing to look back at his fellow, now dead bandits. “You can keep the gun, it’s real silver. Just let me go, ok?” Yunho’s smile disappeared. Seonghwa didn’t know which side of him was scarier. “Believe me, leave, and you’ll be dead by tomorrow," he warned. As if, Seonghwa thought. Yunho felt irritated, both at Seonghwa’s stupidness and the fact he was being unthankful.

Ignoring his warning, Seonghwa sprinted upstairs to the door that led outside. He didn’t know how he got this cocky, maybe it was the belief of Yunho keeping him alive for some fucked up reason that gave him this sense of confidence. He’ll get his horse and will travel even further, as long as he’s away from this place. Away from this maniac.

Just when he grabbed for the doorknob, a sudden force shoved him hard against the door, pinning him between the solid wood and his body. Seonghwa's cheek squished painfully against the surface. “You're so ungrateful, you know that?” Yunho's voice was low, a mix of anger and something darker. He pressed his big hand down on Seonghwa’s head with such force he grew fear of breaking his skull. It shut him up momentarily. “You’d be dead already if it weren't for me.” Yunho didn’t anticipate Seonghwa to show him this side of brattiness, but sure, if needed, he can force, or better put, fuck that out of him. 

“What did you expect?” Seonghwa suddenly felt a rage overcome him. ‘That I would go on my knees and thank you? I never asked for your help!”. Yunho tightened his grip, yanking his head away from the door only to smash it right back, causing Seonghwa to let out a painful scream. His head throbbing with pain. “You’ve got an awfully bad mouth for someone who doesn't even have the guts to fire a gun” Yunho hissed and pulled him back by his hair, breathing on his neck. Seonghwa tried to brace himself for another hit. “Time to teach you some manners.” With a swift kick, he flung the door open and dragged Seonghwa back to the cabin, his hand entangled in his hair. He struggled and scratched at Yunho’s strong arm. Feeling like a kitten grabbed by their neck, aimlessly trying to free themselves. Back inside Seonghwa was hurled to the hard floor. He scrambled to rise until a heavy boot clashed on his chest, pinning him back to the ground with brutal force. Seonghwa wheezed out, but continued thrashing around, trying to pry his boot off of him.

“Get off!” his voice cracking. Yunho kept him in place, looming over him, putting more pressure upon him instead as he placed both hands on each of his pistol holsters. That of his own, and his new gift from his outlaw. With a swift, fluid movement, he drew both out, aiming them at Seonghwa, who’s eyes widened in fear as he stopped.

“Which one to have fun with…” Yunho mused to himself, admiring his guns and pretended to be ignoring Seonghwa’s presence. He moved his boot lower, applying pressure on his groin. Seonghwa gasped at the sudden unwanted feeling. The heel of Yunho’s boot painfully crushed him, a throbbing ache swelling up in his balls. Seonghwa held his breath, holding back tears from the intense torment. He refused to give Yunho the satisfaction of seeing him cry. Yunho took a final glance at both weapons. A choice made easily, as he kept the sleek silver gun, tucking the other one back.

He directed it back at Seonghwa. “Take off your clothes” he demanded. Seonghwa’s heart sank at those words as Yunho lifted his foot, a cruel invitation for him to comply. “Y-you can’t be serious.” Seonghwa stuttered as he tried to crawl backwards on his elbows, away from him. “Hm?” Yunho taunted, he smiled maliciously as he hovered above him, locking his outlaw’s torso between his legs. He leaned down, tapping the gun against Seonghwa’s firmly closed lips. 

“Is this not serious to you? Do you enjoy complicating your own fate?” he mocked, as he forced the tip of the gun inside his mouth before he could talk back again. Seonghwa was overwhelmed with the sudden intrusion as he tasted the cold steel of his own gun. Yunho pressed the barrel deeper, past his teeth, a choking gag escaping Seonghwa. “Do you like it? The thought of me ending your pathetic life with just a flick of my finger?” Seonghwa's memory was flashed with the images of San and Wooyoung's final moments as Yunho replicated the scene.

He felt his stomach twist, not sure if it was from Yunho’s degrading words, the boot from just now or the gun down his throat. Yunho eyes gleamed with delight, seeing enough proof in Seonghwa’s terrified yet defiant look to conclude he was made for him. He slowly pulled the gun out of his mouth, coated in his saliva. “You ugly thing, guess you really need help with everything.” In a flash, Yunho pulled him up by his collar and dragged him to the table, several tools of his equipment falling from it. Seonghwa held onto the table edges in protest, but Yunho easily overpowered him and forced him on his back. He roughly unbuckled Seonghwa’s belt. “Don’t!” he yelled. The outlaw panicky tried to block his hands, resulting in a hard slap against his cheek. Stunning him momentarily at the burning sensation. Yunho took this chance and pulled down his jeans, welcoming the erection that was hiding under Seonghwa’s underwear. Shame fell over Seonghwa upon Yunho finding out. His cheeks flushing as he didn’t know where to look. Heavily embarrassed by the fact that Yunho was responsible for his hardon. But Yunho drank in the sight with delight. He discarded Seonghwa from his boots and remaining clothes, then grabbed his chin firmly, forcing his eyes on his. “So you were turned on by it.” Yunho lifted his legs over his own shoulders, giving him a good view.

Before Seonghwa could react, Yunho pressed the head of the gun against his hole. He felt his muscles twitch involuntarily. Seonghwa sputtered in terror. “W-wait hold up!”. Slowly, Yunho applied pressure, allowing the tip of the pistol to slip inside. “It’s so tight” Yunho spoke with sick interest. Seonghwa let out a loud gasp, clenching his hole around the barrel as it invaded his private part. He tugged at Yunho’s arm, nails digging in his skin. The bounty hunter didn’t even flinch at it. 

Seonghwa’s complete body tensed up. This can’t actually be happening. His breathing intensified, bringing him to a near hyperventilating state. “If you don’t loosen up now, it’s not going to get any easier for you soon” Yunho teased, another side of him Seonghwa was now introduced to. How was he supposed to relax in his situation? Especially with that new information? He knew the sick fuck did it on purpose, he wanted him to hurt. Got off of it. Yunho pushed it deeper inside, Seonghwa pulled his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “How cute, and it’s not even halfway in” he spoke low. “F-fuck you” Seonghwa managed to get out. It only spurred Yunho on more.

He used his fingers to spread his rim further open, pushing the barrel to a deeper point. Inch by agonizing inch. Seonghwa tried to keep quiet, but still let out a small moan with his lips pursed. Something Yunho saw as a challenge. He moved the pistol out, leaving his hole empty for a second only before violently pushing it all the way back in. Seonghwa’s cock twitched at the impact. A grin returned to Yunho as he leaned forward, invading Seonghwa’s personal space some more. “Look at you” he gave his cock a sloppy slap before giving it a few pumps. His own pants tighten upon hearing Seonghwa’s pathetic held back moans. Yunho wanted to break that spirit, hear his cute little gasps more. Seonghwa felt the gun leaving his body as Yunho tossed it aside without a care. 

The bounty hunter unbuckled his own belt and pulled down his pants and underwear in a swift movement. His long, big, erect member springing free. Greeting Seonghwa with need. Precum dripping from the tip. Seonghwa's survival-mode activated as he jerked up and tried to thrash himself away from Yunho. To his surprise, he let go of Seonghwa which he did not anticipate causing him to fall from the table with a loud thud. Seonghwa's eyes met with his used gun, laying a few feet away from him. He jumped towards it, grabbed it, turned around and aimed at Yunho. This time, he wasted no time to pull the trigger. Ready to save himself out of this mystery he was put in.

Only for nothing to happen. Just the sound click of an empty barrel. Seonghwa tried again, but to no avail. “Fuck!” The guy had unloaded it when he didn’t notice!  A loud laugh filled the room and Seonghwa swallowed hard. “So you’d try and kill your savior? The one who has been watching your back for the past weeks? But not the ones who put you there in the first place?” There was a shift in Yunho’s expression. He made him.. angry. He made the relentless bounty hunter angry. No, not annoyed, not pissed. Angry. “Oh, you’re going to wish you were dead," Yunho's veiny arm lunged forward to Seonghwa’s neck, dragging him to the carpet a few feet away from them.

Once dropped, Seonghwa tried to crawl away on all fours but was grabbed by his waist in an iron grip and pulled back. “No, wait!” Yunho aligned himself, not wasting any second and forced his cock into Seonghwa's quivering hole. His size going lengths the pistol could never reach. He savored the feeling of Seonghwa’s tight hole stretching out to adjust to him. Seonghwa screamed, his body shivering uncontrollably. It was music to Yunho’s ears. Seonghwa choked back tears. It felt like he was being split open. It hurt, it hurt so bad.

“You do realize you're nothing without me?” Yunho leaned over, covering Seonghwa’s body beneath him to whisper in his ear, his tone emotionless. “Actually, it’s no wonder you're wanted dead. You’re a fucking piece of shit” he spat. Just when things couldn’t get worse, Yunho began pumping in and out of him. Revlishing in his agony. Seonghwa could no longer hold back his moans and cries against Yunho’s hard, rough thrusts. 

“S-stop, enough. 'P-please." Yunho slapped his asscheek hard. Once, twice. The pain was unbearable. Yunho moved his hands from Seonghwa’s sides to his neck, fingers tightening around it to pull him closer to him, arching his back as he increased his speed. “Aww, begging now are we? You sound pathetic’’ Yunho spoke through his pants, driven by his lust for Seonghwa. He finally had him falling apart. The lewd slapping noises filled the room. Seonghwa whimpered as he tried to control his very limited breathing ability, tears streaming down his face. He tried to disconnect himself from the assault. Resisting the underlying pleasure Yunho forced upon him.

Yunho moved his hands from his neck to his mouth, covering it as he bended him even closer to him, reaching even deeper inside him. Seonghwa’s spent cock spasmed at it. It felt like he was losing his mind.

He used his remaining strength to try and pull off Yunho’s hands clasped over his mouth. Yunho abruptly withdrew his throbbing cock, watching Seonghwa squirm below him. Oh? So he still had fight left in him. Yunho was far from done with him as this only fueled his desire. He wanted to fuck him until he stopped resisting. He sank his cock back in, doubling his effort. His outlaw continued his now muffled cries. Who had a false hope of thinking his torture was over. How wrong he was. “God, I could just snap your neck now.” Seonghwa instantly climaxed upon hearing his gruesome words, his untouched hard cock spurting his seed on the carpet. Feeling betrayed by his own body. Yunho however, simply let out a laugh and continued following his own high, pounding relentlessly. It was overwhelming to Seonghwa, the humiliation, the threats, the fear, the pain.

Yunho’s own release was near, especially after witnessing Seonghwa’s pitiful display. “Take this.” Only a few more thrusts were needed to send him over the edge as he brutally slammed deep inside him. His fat cock spilling his cum far up his hole. Yunho shot his head backwards, moaning deeply in pleasure as he remained seated within him. Releasing all he has to give. He let go of Seonghwa’s mouth, whose head fell forward in defeat.

Then Yunho finally pulled out, dropping Seonghwa’s now limb body to the carpet, stroking his own slick cock a few more times. He watched as his cum seeped out of Seongha’s hole. The one he abused with sick fascination. It leaking down his spread legs, his pride broken. 

“Why?” Seonghwa asked, voice hoarse from screaming. Yunho leaned over, pulling away a strand of Seonghwa's sweaty hair locks. Then he moved it back to his wet cheek, stroking it almost delicately. Seonghwa panted heavily, trying to catch his breath.

“Why, you ask?" Yunho answered. “Shouldn’t petty thieves pay for their crimes?” He rose up, looking down at him.

“Know this, Seonghwa.” Seonghwa felt another wave of unwelcome arousal rush through him at the sound of his name. “I’m far from done with you” promising him a life he couldn’t imagine getting worse than it already was.

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[fixonateez8]

YunHwa is gonna own this CB ! LOOK AT THEM !!!!!! 🔥

I SHIP THEM , YOU SHOULD TO !!

Imagine Yunho's pretty, gorgeous long fingers grabbing seonghwa's beautiful waist !

Or maybe , YOURS ?

[kinkteez]

for yunho,, since your mostly a dom, whats ur opinion on subbing?? and who would you preferably sub for <3

A/N: This is a poly-ATEEZ kink ask blog! Feel free to ask any of the eight members a question! :) Reblogs are very appreciated!

Yunho: You say "would," but it's not a hypothetical! I've subbed with everyone here who doms, so Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and Jongho. Sannie is working on trying out his more dominant side as well, but we've not gotten here yet - Yeosang is ahead of me in that line [laughs].

As for who I prefer... That's a very good question. By which I mean it's really hard to answer. I don't really prefer any of them over others, it's more so that I go to them for different things.

If I want a faster paced scene, and to... [Flushes lightly] And to feel like I'm a toy, like I'm being used, Hongjoong is ideal for that. He's harsh and demanding, even a bit mean, but he's also very good at reading my body language and adjusting so he doesn't take it too far. It's not my go-to, but sometimes I need a small taste of what Wooyoung has every other day for breakfast. Namely, someone having their way with me while also being a little bit demeaning about it.

Jongho is on the opposite end of the spectrum. If I want to be pampered, coddled and treated like I'm precious and beautiful, he's the one I seek out. Our maknae is very good at those things. He has a lot of love in him, and I think his favourite way of showing it is with kisses, caresses, and with taking his time to make his partner go a little crazy with how good he makes them feel. He's slow, methodical, and almost like... A little ritualistic? It sounds kinda creepy when I say it like that, but it's a unique kind of wonderful. It's exhilarating to be put in a state where I can't even think to do anything other than feel. You know that phrase, "taking somene apart and putting them back together"? That's what Jongho does. Slowly and steadily, he'll make sure my mind is completely empty of anything other than the two of us. Then he'll keep going until he's made me cum several times, and I feel like I'm the most beloved person alive, and like my brain is leaking out of my ears. In a good way.

Seonghwa is experimental, and he likes to do pretty elaborate scenes with multiple people. One of my favourite things with Hwa, is when he sort of... Uses me as a tool to dominate someone else. It's a special brand of freeing; getting to switch off my brain and just take orders. It's always a lot of fun to participate in what he's conjured up. Never, ever boring. I get to do all sorts of things, like control vibrator speeds to make sure someone doesn't come too soon, do some ropework, hold leashes, put nipple clamps and e-stim pads back in place... And sometimes, Hwa just needs me to shut someone up. By fucking their mouth. Not naming any names. But the great thing is that Hwa carries the burden of making decisions, and I can just be there to, uhh... Help him out.

If I had to really pick one, I guess I would have to say Seonghwa, just because he covers a lot of ground. In a pinch, he could give me what Hongjoong and Jongho give me. He's like five different doms in a trench coat.

[yun-fangz]

masterlist. ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

please note: these are all works of FICTION. they are not meant to be taken out of context or used as a representation of the boys irl.

my works are member x fem!reader only.

all works are 18+ unless stated otherwise. minors do not interact.

last updated: 2/28/25

Kim Hongjoong:

twt links.

fleur.

dilf!designer hongjoong x intern!reader. age gap, suggestive content

2:08am

dilf!hongjoong, toys, punishment

Park Seonghwa:

twt links.

giving seonghwa head.

smut drabble, cunnilingus (m rec)

Jeong Yunho:

brainrot. ft twt link

just a thought (ft. twt link)

smut, size kink, backshots, yunho's a tease

twt links.

Kang Yeosang:

twt links.

Choi San:

twt links.

perv!san

smut, vouyer!san, roommate!au

another random thought

backshots, headlocks, strength kink

Song Mingi:

Ain't shit.

smut, college!au, cheating, cursing, reader fucks yunho, both of you are kinda shitty.

twt links.

Jung Wooyoung:

twt links.

Choi Jongho:

twt links.

marking with jongho

suggestive, making out, marking

7:25pm

suggestive/smut, dilf jongho, size kink, mentions of size training.

dilf! jongho brainrot

smut, short story in bullet points, sugar daddy!jongho, college student !reader

on your knees.

dilf!jongho, suggestive/smut, jongho is whipped for reader

pretty bows

suggestive, dilf!jongho, hyperfem!reader, sexual tension

bear hybrid!jongho

smut, awkward turned feral!jongho, readers first heat, prey!hybrid!reader, roommates to lovers

forever boy

smut, sub!jongho, pegging, first time, pretty soft and tame

nsfw link + blurb.

OT8/multiple members:

accidentally sending a thirst text | hyung line. | maknae line.

fake texts, suggestive w/ humor.

optional bias

smut, body worship, fingering, that man is in love with you.

life of the party

suggestive/smut, drug usage, alcohol consumption, frat!ateez

sub!ateez headcannons

mtl format, petplay

dilf!ateez brainrot.

dumbification w/ dilf!teez

sleepy head.

somnophilia, oral (m rec.)

yungi twt links.

matz twt links.

yunhwa texts.

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compromise — coming soon !

♡ pairing: seonghwa x f!reader x yunho ♡ chapters: 1 out of 1 ♡ word count: 11k ♡ genre/tags: university au, soccer!ateez, smut, minor angst, infidelity/cheating, polyamory, switch!seonghwa, mentions of alcohol and marijuana use

♡ synopsis: your relationship with seonghwa is crumbling before your very eyes. in a moment of weakness, yunho has you succumbing to your desires but you end up getting more than you bargained for.

♡ author’s note:  hey, everyone! i'm excited to announce that i'm just about finished writing this one shot that i've been planning for a while. i'm hoping to publish it within the next few days. if you're interested in being added to a tag list, just drop an ask or reblog idk!

4/1/23:

compromise is out! read here:

[bombuni]

𝓑𝓸𝓶'𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

♡- fluff, ☾ - angst, ✩ - smut

ateez .˚₊

ot8

- asking bf!ateez ‘what position y’all in?’ (text) ♡

- random bf!ateez moments (text) ♡

- princess treatment with bf!ateez (text) ♡

- bf!ateez sending you a pic of themselves (text) ♡

- getting bf!ateez a gift (text) ♡

- bsf!ateez and accidental confessions (text) ♡

- bf!ateez and not being your fav in the group (text) ♡

- dad!ateez (text) ♡

- bf!ateez and discovering you���re not home (text) ☾ ♡

- bf!ateez discovering your hidden injury (text) ☾ ♡

- bf!ateez and catching you trying to ‘sell’ them (text) ♡

- bsf!ateez and accidental nudes (text) ♡

- random poly!ateez moments p.2 p.3 p.4 (text) ♡

- poly!ateez taking care of you ♡

- bf!ateez and instagram stories: psh khj ♡

- bsf!ateez & ur crush on another member ♡

park seonghwa

- aftercare w seonghwa ♡

- seonghwa taking care of drunk you ♡

- mean cowboy!sanhwa ✩

- little accidents ✩

- random bf!hwagi texts ♡

- random bf!yunhwa texts ♡

- mommy!hwa w kitty!reader ✩

- lose your breath ✩

kim hongjoong

- a wild ride ✩ (1k celebration fic!)

- random bf!hohong texts ♡

- little accidents ✩

- producer bf hongjoong ♡

jeong yunho

- puppy!yunho thoughts ✩

- overstim w puppy!yunho ✩

- puppy!yunho & puppy!yeosang thoughts ✩

- roommates!yungi ♡

- private lessons ✩

- random bf!hohong texts ♡

- random bf!yunhwa texts ♡

kang yeosang

- i want it all ✩

- puppy!yeosang & puppy!yunho thoughts ✩

- jongsang & their love for making u cry ✩

- the post-show high ✩

- sub!yeosang thoughts ✩

- random bf!jongsang texts ♡

- sharing is caring ✩

- midnight stroll ✩

choi san

- mean woosan thoughts ✩

- needy kitty!san thoughts ✩

- mean cowboy!sanhwa ✩

- needy high san ✩

- midnight stroll ✩

- rock & a hard place ✩

song mingi

- needy!mingi thoughts ✩

- roommates!yungi ♡

- random bf!hwagi texts ♡

jung wooyoung

- mean woosan thoughts ✩

- mean wooyoung thoughts ✩

- dark side!wooyoung (star wars au) ♡

- little accidents ✩

- sharing is caring ✩

- midnight stroll ✩

choi jongho

- jongho thoughts ✩

- kittens w jongho ♡

- jongho taking care of you ♡

- random bf!jongho texts ♡ (p.2)

- breeding w bear!jongho (ft. matz) ✩

- jongsang & their love for making u cry ✩

- the post-show high ✩

- random bf!jongsang texts ♡

- mornings w jongho ✩

- mean jongho ✩

- birthday sweetness ♡

- voyeur jongho ✩

misc .˚₊

enhypen - ot7

- random bsf!enhypen moments ♡

[k-hotchoisan]

🌶️spicy boys🌶️

Please do note before you proceed:

Majority of my fics are smuts. But I will preface it in my warnings. Please MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

There will be instances where I will write about other fandoms. Tags will be placed for identification.

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I do take requests. No gore, violence, dub con, and anything I’m uncomfortable with will NOT BE entertained.

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LIST

🌶️ - smut

🩷 - requests

🌸 - fluff

🥀 - angst

Ateez

Special Masterlists

🌶️ ♡ How to be a heartbreaker ♡ (various x reader)

🌶️ 🌶️K’s 500: This or that?🌶️

🌶️ stay perverted: the masterlist (1.5K followers celebration)

🌶️ K’s Twisted Wonderland 🍄 (2K followers celebration

Hongjoong

🌶️🩷🌸 first time’s the charm

🌶️🩷 all hands on me

🌶️ wetting your lips - stay perverted series

Seonghwa

🌶️🌸 toothbrush

🌶️🩷 agora hills

🌶️🩷 seonghwa licking chocolate off your tits pt.2

🌶️ Seonghwa’s bite kink

🌶️ heavy and sticky — stay perverted series

🌶️ missing piece — bro x aubs collab

Yunho

🌶️🩷 under the influence

🌶️🩷 Yunho & his hands

🌶️🩷 golden retriever

🌶️ Yuyu’s hands pt2

🌶️ body language - stay perverted series

Yeosang

🌶️ active recovery

🌶️ sticky web

🌶️ vanilla and cream - stay perverted series

🌶️🩷 alrighty aphrodite

San

🌶️ Soaking Wet

🌶️ in my head

🌶️ Divination with the Demon

🌶️ the last of the real ones

🌶️ Seven minutes in heaven, but make it San

🌶️ good girl’s guide to summoning a demon 👻✨FRIDAY 13TH SPECIAL✨👻

🌶️ word vomit about being choked by San

🌶️ what’s so great about hoodie season? (San)

🌶️ “just the tip” (san)

🌶️🩷 when San’s a little too jealous

🌶️🩷 snap

🌶️🩷 angelholic

🌶️🩷 San choking you while he fucks you

🌶️🩷 san overstimulating you

🌶️ the scentist - stay perverted series

🌶️🩷 pretty kitty

🌶️ save a horse, ride a cowboy

🌶️ his favourite (Choi San’s birthday special)

🌶️ coming home with me

Mingi

🌶️ seven minutes in heaven

🌶️ when mingi cums on your face

🌶️🩷 I want you

🌶️ under the sheets - stay perverted series

🌶️ backseat serenade

Wooyoung

🌶️🩷 slow down

🌶️ and you never invited me?

🌶️ to the side(p1) /from the back(p2) - stay perverted series

🌶️ how to tame a brat tamer

Jongho

🌶️🌸 almost natural

🌶️ touch and sketch - stay perverted series

Two's a crowd, why not have more?

🌶️🩷 good cop, bad cop (Seonghwa x fem!reader x Yunho)

🌶️🩷 when the gang is banging (OT8)

🌶️🩷 when your daddies come home from work (sanhwa x fem!reader)

🌶️🩷 7 minutes of compensation (yunhwa x fem!reader)

🌶️🩷 play rough (sanhwa x fem!reader)

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[ao3feed-ateez]

read your mind | a yunhwa story

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cNAwsEH by allaboutyunho Words: 1526, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Park Seonghwa, Other ATEEZ Member(s), Huh Yunjin Relationships: Jeong Yunho/Park Seonghwa Additional Tags: Top Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Bottom Park Seonghwa, Fluff and Smut, yunho and seonghwa are exes, other ATEEZ members - Freeform, Angst with a Happy Ending read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cNAwsEH

[ghstzzn]

extra info + guidelines

-the majority, if not all, of my works are and will be mature, dark content and contain smut, so minors do not interact. you will be blocked!!

-i am the slowest writer alive + i have a job, but i swear i do write during my free time, bare with me please. (╥_╥)

-i mainly write for enhypen, but you will see other groups here and there.

↳ i also stan zb1, riize, &team and a bunch of other groups 🤓

me!

-enha bias line is jakewon, txt is soogyu, ateez is yunhwa, &team is nico & k MAYBE.

guidelines:

-i don’t take requests for fics but i do take requests for drabbles, scenarios & soft/hard thoughts. basically anything that’s under like 1k words! (some things could even turn into a fic).

hard no’s: age play, anything underaged, incest, scat, anything of that criteria, smut for ni-ki

what i will write for: pretty much anything, any groups listed above MINUS smut for underaged idols or anyone past 04