#dom! ateez x reader smut

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

Yeosang, Seonghwa, Wooyoung, Yunho, San.

Reader is a brat, but loves to be dommed.

San and Woo can be needy little brats and whiny

Yeosang and Yunho can be hard doms and be all aggressive, with them taking turns holding you so the others can overstim you or w/e, do nasty things.

Seonghwa can be a switch, soft dom cooing at you and taking care of you.....

omg please, you started this!!! You heathen I love you 🤍💜🤍

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▪️ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴀɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

▪️ɢᴇɴʀᴇ : ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ꜰɪʟᴛʜ.

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▪️ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ....

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▪️ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : ꜱᴜʙ ʙʀᴀᴛᴛʏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ꜱᴜʙ! ꜱᴀɴ, ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴍ! ʜᴡᴀ, ʜᴀʀᴅᴅᴏᴍ!! ᴡᴏᴏ, ʜᴀʀᴅᴅᴏᴍ! ʏᴜɴʜᴏ & ʏᴇᴏ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴍxᴍ[ᴡᴏᴏꜱᴀɴ], ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱɪɴɢ, ᴏʀᴀʟ, ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ᴀɴᴀʟ, ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜱʟᴜᴛ-ꜱʜᴀᴍɪɴɢ, ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ [ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ᴇᴛᴄ], ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ,

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Being so bratty was going to get you in trouble one day, and that day was definitely today. You, Wooyoung and San decided it was best to chill at their house with Yunho, Seonghwa and Yeosang. You were currently over sitting on the couch, plopped in between Wooyoung and Seonghwa. The room was dark, the couch was big enough to look like a bed for all of you. The TV screen flashed the horror movie which was soon coming to an end. You felt a hand creep up to your neck, the thick long fingers prettily sitting against your skin. You turn to your right to see the culprit of your sweating having his eyes fixated onto the screen, "Woo, what the fuck are you doing, take your hand away from my neck. You know I'm sensitive there."

Your eyes narrowed when you notice the way his plumpy lips curl up in a smirk. "Shhh" His lips silently shush you up, his warm breath making goosebumps spike up on your skin. Seonghwa notices the way you were squirming in your place and his eyes dart to the gap between you and Wooyoung. His eyes glint with curiosity when he sees his lips moving, whispering something into your ear, while his hands oddly pressed the back of your neck.

But soon all three of you were pulled out of your trance when the bright light from the TV screen, lightened the room, the big words 'The End' showing boldly. San and Yunho, who turn around to burst out with comments about the just finished movie immediately notice the beads of sweat that rolled down your forehead. "Y/n-ah are you okay? Why are you sweating so much?" Yunho decides to speak up, concern obvious in his voice while San decides to make a whole new joke out of it by adding, "Maybe she got too scared by the movie, damn Y/n didn't know you were a scaredy cat."

Your face heats up in embarrassment, and you try to get back at him but before you could do that, Yeosang adds in. "Yeah, such a shame Y/n, didn't expect this from you." A mocking chuckle escapes him followed by a loud laugh from Wooyoung and San. The brat in you was definitely not going to tolerate this, "Kinda bold coming from you, Yeo" Your sassed him back wiping the little smirk which danced on his pretty lips right off his face, "Oh you're going to regret that." Yeosang's voice drops octaves deep, sending shrills down your spine. Yunho's eyes finally notice the hand that stayed on your neck, continuing to press at the back of your neck.

Finally realising the reason for your sweaty nervous state, Yunho bursts into a laugh. "Who knew that our little Y/n was so sensitive?" Yunho speaks between his laughs, his words confusing San too much. "Wait what?" San questions completely unknown to what he was speaking, while Yeosang's eyes wander to Yunho for an answer too. Yunho just raises to his feet walking over to you as Wooyoung detaches his hands from your neck, moving away to watch Yunho with curious eyes. Yunho leans down making his face be just inches away from you, "Little miss here was getting all worked up over having Woo's hand wrapped around her pretty neck."

His hands raise themselves towards your neck, his fingertips tracing your soft skin slowly, before wrapping tightly around your neck out of the blue. And loud moan quickly erupts from you making San and Seonghwa's eyes open wide. "Aww look such a painslut daring to talk back to me." Yeosang now walks over to your side, making you get surrounded by the three men who stared down at you hungrily. Yunho's hands detach themselves from your neck but your breath hitches at your throat when you feel Wooyoung's hand slip down the short skirt you wore for the night.

"W-Woo w-what-" A slap was immediately delivered to your face by Yeosang which makes a gasp quickly escape your throat. Your eyes wander off to Seonghwa, and you find both the other men sitting next to each other, watching you intently as they resisted from palming their obvious bulge. Wooyoung's thick fingers pressed against your heat, rubbing circles on your clit. "How about you shut yourself up huh? Fucking painslut." Yeosang's deep voice rasps in front of you while Wooyoung smirks as he rubs your clit harsher and faster.

"So fucking wet for us, you like that? You like Woo's thick fingers rubbing your clit huh? Such a slut for pain." Yunho spats at you, his eyes staring at you with intensity, as his hands come up to latch on to your neck yet again. "Not really- Woo- aren't you too soft- AHH" You are cut off by a scream that erupts from your throat when Wooyoung's thick fingers lock between your hair strands and tug at your hair harshly making you jerk back. His hands give your clit a hard spank making you moan loudly. "What was that now little girl? You don't want this? We can all leave you here, desperate and begging."

You quickly realize your mistakes when the words leave his mouth and your stomach flips at his nickname. "S-Sorry Woo, please want all of you, p-please" All the three of them chuckle mockingly at your whining state making you whine further. "So desperate for us aren't you? How about you earn it like the good little pain slut huh? Why don't you suck Yunho off and We both will think about rewarding?" Yeosang's deep voice speaks next to your ear, ordering you as you scramble to get on your knees in front of Yunho.

"You better impress us little girl, or you aren't getting either of our cocks tonight." Your back shudders from Wooyoung whispering into your ear. Yunho towers tall over your kneeling figure as you're face-to-face with his obviously big bulge. Your eyes wander off to the other two guys to find Seonghwa nowhere next to San but you couldn't care less when your eyes fell on San's angry red cock with precum leaking as he jerks his cock slowly.

You are instantly pulled out of your trance when you feel Yunho's long hands slap your cheek, not too harshly followed by Wooyoung's thick fingers tugging at your hair harsher than before. "I told you to fucking focus on sucking him off little girl, or do you want both San and Yunho's cock thrusting into your slutty mouth?" "Of course she wants that Woo, look at the way she's drooling over them, our slut is never satisfied enough is she?" Yeosang adds in after Wooyoung mocks you from behind.

Your hands move up to palm Yunho's obvious big bulge making him groan at the way your hands constrict around his stiffness. Your fingertips slip into the hem of his trousers and pull them down in desperation. Yunho's hands swiftly push off the boxers as his long length springs out almost whacking your cheek. Your mouth drools at the sight of his leaking red tip, and your tongue instantly darts out to lick his tip softly. Yunho groans when your eyes meet his, his cock almost twitching at the sight of your hazy eyes.

Yunho's hands lock with your hair strands and tug at your hair harshly, and his hips twitch in place as he thrusts into you. His hands tug at your hair harder making you gag around his long length. But that definitely doesn't stop him from thrusting deep into your mouth as his dick slides in between your flattened tongue and the roof of your mouth to the back of your throat. "Fuck such a tight throat, gonna fuck your mouth so hard, kitten." You moan around his length, the nickname sending tingles to your vagina as you rub your thighs together.

Your cheeks hollow around Yunho's long length, making him groan from the intense pleasure as he fucks thrusts harder into your throat. You squeak loudly in confusion when you feel Yunho's large hands grip your hair, tugging you off his cock roughly. You feel Yeosang's large hand grip on the back of your neck, making you whimper loudly. "Why don't we help Sannie baby? Wanna suck him off don't you?" You nod slowly at him before you slowly crawl towards San, and plop yourself on the floor in between his thighs.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his glistening cock, and your eyes instantly glint with lust and need. A warm breath falls on your ear shell and long slender fingers place themselves on the back of your throat gently. "Go on princess, Suck Sannie off for us alright? We'll reward you soon." Seonghwa whispers into your ear softly, making your breath uneven at his soft deep voice. Your hands wrap around San's cock slowly, your fingers sliding over the veins over his cock. Your hands slowly start to move up and down before you lean in to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock softly.

A loud whimper instantly escapes his throat and he lets out a loud squeak when he feels a large hand wrap around his tiny neck. And your eyes fall on Wooyoung who plops himself behind San who has his back leaning against his chest. The loud squeak instantly sparks the man's attention, "What a surprise? Guess our Sannie likes to be choked too." Wooyoung whispers against his ear, his hand tightening around his neck making him let out a whiny moan. "Yea? You like that? You like getting choked? You wanna be a painslut too?" Your cheeks hollow around his length, coinciding with Wooyoung's hand tightening around him yet again making his cock twitch in your mouth.

Your hands continue to slide up and down while you bob your head up and down his dick. Your tongue flattens over his base, the feeling of every vein and ridge of his cock under your tongue instantly makes the wetness pool between your thighs. "You're doing so good for us baby, gonna reward you so good so soon princess" Seonghwa praises into your ear making your eyes roll back as you suck harsher around San's cock. Wooyoung's lips kiss up San's neck, nibbling at his sweet spot. His lips instantly curl up when he hears the loud moans and whines coming from him. "You're close aren't you, Sannie? Wanna cum into her mouth don't you?" San whines from his dominant tone, his hands grip desperately onto his jeans before letting out a squeaky 'Yes'.

"Then go on Sannie, Cum inside her mouth, make a mess on her." Just as those words escape his throat, San's cock twitches hard in your mouth, bursting ropes of cum inside your mouth as he fills you to the brim. Tiny tears wet your eye lashes when drops of his cum escape from corners of your mouth. Out of the blue, you are tugged harshly off his cock and you whimper from the harshness. You are immediately pulled into Yeosang's strong arms and his hands make you straddle his thighs as he plops himself on the couch. His hands rip off your panties without any warning and his fingers prod at your entrance, rubbing around your hole before shoving themselves into you harshly. You barely have time to realize what is happening when Yunho's long fingers shove themselves inside you. "Go on baby, suck on my fingers like a good slut. Suck on it like it's my cock."

You cry out loudly when Yeosang curls up his fingers inside, thrusting up your hole at an insane pace. Your walls constrict around his thick fingers and you scream around Yunho's fingers, your saliva dripping down your chin and wetting the shirt you wore. Yeosang's eyes darken at the sight of your drooling mess and his fingers fasten their pace making a muffled scream resonate through the room. "Look at the way you're drooling over us little girl, you're so close to coming aren't you?" You manage to nod through your stiff neck, and Yunho's free hand travels down to his aching boner which was left abandoned minutes ago. His long fingers jerk his aching sensitive cock, sliding to and fro his base as he groans from the pleasure. Your hips shudder slightly from the pleasure building up in your abdomen, your eyes tearing up slightly while your pussy clenches around his fingers.

You moan loudly around Yunho's fingers when you feel yourself getting closer to your edge and Yunho's hand fastens its own pace around his cock, letting out muffled grunts. And before you know it, you're cumming hard around his fingers, your mind going blank from the bliss of pleasure. And your eyes tear up slightly, your body shaking convulsively on his lap, and you gasp loudly when you feel hot liquid shoot at your ass only to realise it was Yunho's cum painting between your ass. "Y-Yeo, too much-" Your cut off by your own scream when you feel familiar large hands grip your ass from behind.

Wooyoung buries his face into the crook of your neck after taking Yunho's place as he moves away to take a breath from the orgasm he just had. "Oh yeah little girl? You want us to leave you high and dry here?" You're swiftly pulled out of your trail of thoughts from his next words, "N-NO, Woo want your cock please. Yeo, want your cock in me too please, its n-not too much" You whine desperately making both the men chuckle mockingly. "Such a greedy slut aren't you? Want both of our cocks huh? Are you sure you can take it baby?" Yeosang mocks you, his hands coming up to push the stray hair strands out of your face.

"I-I can t-take it, p-please want your cocks please" You cry out lowly but your instantly cut off by a gasp when you feel something poke at your asshole. Your eyes watch Yeosang's movements as he unzips his pants and pulls his rock-hard length out in a swift move. His hands grip your hips and slowly lower you on his cock while Wooyoung manages to shove the tip of his cock into your tight hole while you scream at the overstimulation. "W-Woo, slow p-please." Your words escape through a choked sob as Yeosang lets you adjust to his size. You could feel every vein that decorated his cock against your inner walls making you cry out in desperation. Your hips move slightly only for you to halt in your movements when you feel Wooyoung shove the base of his length inside you without a warning.

"W-WOO" You scream when the pleasure mixes up with the pleasure, and his hands come down to spank the flesh of your ass harshly. "Stay still for us little girl." You nod in defeat and you are instantly caught up in a surprise by Yeosang's sudden harsh thrust into you. A moan gets caught up in your throat when Wooyoung slams his cock into you slightly, groaning when your tight hole clenches even more around him. Your eyes close shut from all the pleasure as Yeosang starts to piston his cock up into you with all his force. But your eyes open immediately when you feel something poke at your lips and you're met with Seonghwa's angry red tip. His hands pet your hair softly, as he leans down to peck your forehead softly.

"Suck me off pretty girl, gonna take my cock like a good girl aren't you?" Seonghwa whispers into you while Yeosang's cock continues to thrust up deep into you. You nod obediently, wanting to behave for him as you wrap your lips around his pink tip and your tongue darts out to collect his precum slowly. Your sultry eyes look up at him, before you wrap your mouth around his base, sucking him hard. Seonghwa groans immediately, throwing his head back in pleasure. Yunho and San spread their legs, both of their hands wrapped around their rock-hard dicks, jerking themselves off. The room is filled with the loud grunting and moaning with the lewd noises of skin slapping resonating against the walls. Your moans only ever get louder when Yeosang and Wooyoung thrust into you with rhythm as their cock hit deep into you at the same time.

"G-Gonna C-cum" Your words are muffled by Seonghwa's dick thrusting into you at a faster pace. Your screams around the base of his cock send vibrations up his chord, making him groan loudly. You clench tightly around Yeosang's length which never halted their movements, your inner walls constricting around him making him curse under his breath. "Fuck such a tight cunt, you're gonna cum all over my cock aren't you babygirl?" His deep voice swiftly sends you over the edge, your pussy throbbing from the overstimulation while you cry out loud. Their cocks definitely not stopping from thrusting into you, in fact, both the men fasten their pace into you making your juices leak out and make a mess on your thighs and his.

Wooyoung's hands suddenly grip your ass harshly, his nails digging into the soft flesh as he thrusts faster into your tight hole. His cock stretching you out more than ever. Yunho and San groan at the sight of your glistening dripping pussy, their hands jerking at a swifter pace. You could feel a trail of saliva flowing down the corner of your lips while you don't halt on sucking harsher on Seonghwa's length. Yeosang's hands grip your thighs, his groans get louder with Wooyoung cursing loudly from behind you.

And within a few thrusts their dicks stimulate your sweet spots making your brain go blank from everything. Seonghwa's cock twitches inside your mouth while your pussy clenches yet again around their dicks before squirting all over them. And soon enough you could feel both of them empty themselves inside. Your moans barely come to a halt when you feel Seonghwa's cum shot deep down your throat while he groans loudly, cursing as he throws his head back again. And soon in a few seconds, you heard Yunho and San curse loudly as they orgasm hard onto their hands and onto the floor. Yunho pants loudly as he leans back, taking long breaths while San closes his eyes from exahaustion.

Seonghwa pulls his now-soft cock out of your mouth slowly, while Wooyoung's arms wrap your figure, supporting your exhausted body. Yeosang and Wooyoung finally pull out of your abused holes and Yeosang's hands come down to massage your sore numb thighs, his behavior instantly changing into a caring mode. He leans down to peck your lips softly, before pulling away and giving you a soft smile. You shriek loudly when you feel arms wrap around you, only to let out a relieved sigh when your eyes meet with Seonghwa's soft features. "Let's get you cleaned and give you a lot of cuddles princess, you were such a good girl for us today."

Okay was the ending rushed?? Idk omg, I hope this came out good, my first ever gangbang fic y'all^^

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[hausofwoo]

open wide | park seonghwa

pairing: park seonghwa x afab!reader

word count: 5.7K

summary: you start working at a restaurant and everything seems to be going well; you work hard, you made friends, and even when you mess up, your coworkers still have your back… except for the bartender, seonghwa.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, restaurant!au, bartender! and dom!seonghwa, enemies to lovers trope, HATE FUCK, oral (f and m receiving), pussy slapping, dick slapping, choking, hair pulling, edging, fingering, creampie, alcohol consumption, sex under the influence of alcohol (but both consenting), unprotected piv (WRAP IT UP BE SAFE), cumplay, dacryphilia, seonghwa is an asshole and reader is strangely attracted to it, degrading, reader gives switch vibes, VERY descriptive smut scene [i have no shame], seonghwa is HUNG, use of pet names (princess, baby, good girl, little/dirty slut), woosan allegations LMAO, lmk if i missed anything! also feat. server/work bestie!ryujin, server!wooyoung and san, food runner!mingi, and restaurant manager!hongjoong.

author’s note: me n my friend were talking about seonghwa and the thought of him *ahem* slapping his dick on ur face .. and it sent us into a spiral. i had to make dreams come true. thank u to @hausofmingi and T for being my beta-readers and for giving amazing feedback and ideas :-) this one goes out to all the restaurant girlies!

seonghwa was pissing you the fuck off.

working at a restaurant is already hard enough, but to have an enemy that you work with? it’s unbearable.

you were new to the industry when you started at the restaurant, and of course you got treated like you were stupid for the first few months. you almost expected it, since you had friends who worked at restaurants and they warned you that people will walk all over you for being “green.” you learned as fast as you could, making mistakes here and there. but eventually you felt as if you proved everyone there wrong; that you are a good server and you are hard working, despite your mistakes. you built a rapport with your coworkers, and they granted you grace when you needed it. everyone, except for him.

the bartender. god that fucking bartender. your manager hongjoong introduced you on your first day, and ever since you’ve been butting heads.

“this is seonghwa, our bartender,” hongjoong says, pointing out the black-haired man setting up the bar. “he’s been here since we opened, but he’s been in the industry for even longer.”

“oh, wow,” you exclaim, watching him splay out the non-slip mats around the bar.

“yeah, wow,” hongjoong laughs. “this guy can pour exactly an ounce of liquor without even looking. and he’s fast. you’ll learn a lot from him.”

the corner of seonghwa’s mouth quirks up in almost a smug way. he’s good and he knows it. with his legendary status came his cockiness.

“well i gotta grab some paperwork for you to finish up,” hongjoong says as heads to the back. “i’ll be back out in a sec.”

you stand by the bar, basically twiddling your thumbs. “it’s nice to meet you, i’m–"

“look, princess,” seonghwa interrupts. “as much as i love introducing myself to yet another newbie, i have more important things to do right now.”

and that was just the beginning, and not just for your newfound nickname.

the best way to sum up how he continues to treat you is from this one specific experience. you rang up drinks for your table, and you meant to put a vodka soda instead of a tequila soda. you noticed it right away so you immediately cancelled that order and rung it up correctly. you promptly went to the bar to tell seonghwa.

“hey, ignore that first ticket for the tequila soda, i sent a new ticket,” you called out. but when seonghwa turned, he had the drink already in his hand, looking like he was about to set it on the drink pass.

“oh.”

he grabbed the new ticket with his other hand, glanced at it briefly, looked at you, and then slammed the ticket onto the ticket spindle. he turned around and dumped the drink in the sink and started making the new drink.

“hey i’m sorry, it was a mistake,” you defended.

“yeah yeah, it’s fine, princess,” he said with an eye roll. he placed the new drink on the pass. you inspect his face, wondering if it really was fine. he scoffs and pushes the drink forward more. “just take your drink and go, it’s way too fucking busy to be standing around talking.”

maybe it wasn’t a big deal. maybe he was just in the weeds and was taking it out on you. that’s the thing about restaurants, when you’re in the middle of service and everyone’s running around, you kinda end up saying shit you don’t mean. it was never anything personal. you knew that because at the end of service, you’d finish up closing with your coworkers and have a shift beer, laughing it off like it didn’t happen. because it didn’t matter in the end, it was just a restaurant.

but seonghwa never joined. even tonight, when you, the other servers, and even the manager were sat around the bar having your drinks, he just quietly broke down the bar.

“hey seonghwa,” hongjoong calls after him. “don’t worry about the bar, i’ll take care of the rest of it. you guys had a really hard night. have your shift beer and chill.”

“no no, i’ve got it. i’m just gonna finish up and get out of here.” you watch him as he lifts up the floor mats and starts mopping the sticky floor. you turn to your coworker, ryujin, who’s sipping at her PBR.

“i think seonghwa hates me,” you say, just low enough under your other coworkers chatting.

“what?” she laughs. “no no, i don’t think so. he’s just kind of an asshole.”

you glance over at him as he’s wiping down the back counters. you turn back to her.

“i don’t know, he’s just always been kinda short with me.” you look down at your drink and fiddle with the tab. “i feel like he doesn’t really like me. i don’t know what i did.”

“listen,” ryujin starts, placing a hand on your shoulder. “he’s short with everyone. shit, i’ve been here like 2 years and i still know nothing about him. don’t worry about it. he’s just here for a check like everyone else.”

you watch as seonghwa starts to walk back to the kitchen, lifting his sweatshirt off of his form, and a sliver of skin peeks at the small of his back just below his t-shirt. you can’t look away until he’s out of your line of sight, and ryujin starts giggling next to you.

“wait a minute, do you like him or something?” ryujin whispers.

“no no!” you say. “it’s just—i feel like it’s easy for me to talk to everyone here. with him, he just brushes me off. and he started that stupid nickname. ‘princess’. it feels condescending.”

“well i don’t know,” ryujin shrugs. “i don’t think he likes to mix business with pleasure anyway, in any form.”

you nod and look to see seonghwa back at the register, counting the cash and pulling out tips. he walks over and hands each server their share of drink tips, leaving you last. you look up at him, but he doesn’t even look at you. he just places the money on the bar, and quickly turns to go back to the kitchen.

“okay,” you sigh. “well i’m gonna get out of here, i gotta get some sleep. are we still on for sunday celebration?”

“um yeah dude. i’m gonna need it after we deal with the sunday service crowd.” ryujin grabs her bag and starts heading to the door with you.

“sunday celebration.” it’s kind of like a fucked-up weekly tradition your restaurant has. the weekend drives all of the staff mad and then after service sunday night, (since the restaurant is closed on mondays) pretty much everyone working grabs a shift drink and books it to the dive bar a couple streets over. is it healthy? absolutely not. but is it kinda weirdly cathartic? absolutely it is.

and you really really needed it after sundays service. you got stuck with a 15-top who had all sorts of allergies and dietary restrictions. like who the hell has a lettuce allergy? are they just making it up because they just don’t like lettuce? and why the hell are you trying to order a house salad when the main ingredient is literally lettuce? plus their drink orders were nuts. a tequila on the rocks? JUST tequila? and what’s worse is that the guy ordered like 4 of them. you just finished ringing in his 5th one.

you walk up to the bar to grab the drink (because damn seonghwa is fast) and look up to see him turning to you.

“hey, you gotta cut that guy off after that drink,” he says while shaking a cocktail in a shaker.

“yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” you laugh dryly.

“you shouldn’t have even rang this one,” he says, setting the shaker down. “you know there’s a 4 drink max, right? that’s like, a policy we have.”

“oh, i didn’t know that i guess.” you stab the ticket on the spindle.

“yeah i guess not,” he says with a sharpness in his voice, and starts pouring the drink in the cocktail glass. “just don’t do it again, princess.”

yeah, maybe you didn’t know that rule. but why does he have to talk to you like that? you start walking towards your 15-top, past the kitchen. you must’ve been really in your head about what seonghwa said because you completely missed someone yelling “corner.”

what happened felt like hours long, but it was probably only a few seconds. the food runner mingi was walking out of the kitchen with 3 plates of food. when you were passing by the kitchen entrance, it was too quick to move, and down fell all 3 plates. it was a mess.

“oh my god mingi, i’m so sorry!” you exclaim. you immediately grab a broom and attempt to sweep what you can.

“don’t apologize to me, apologize to seonghwa,” mingi says meekly, picking up the pieces of broken plate. “it was going to his 2-top at the bar.”

fuck. you don’t even want to look at him. you know he’s pissed. you finish cleaning the last bit of your mess while mingi goes back and asks for a refire on those dishes. as soon as you throw out the trash, you feel tears start to well up in your eyes. you can’t cry in the front of house, it’s unprofessional. but you can’t cry in the kitchen, unless you want the whole back of house to pester you with questions. the only solution was one place, every server’s safe haven: the walk in freezer.

you close the frosty door behind you, letting out a deep sigh that turns quickly into a billowing cloud. then, the waterworks. you couldn’t even help it, it all became too much. maybe it was out of frustration or stress, either way, you really needed this cry. tears stream down your face, turning cold on your cheeks from the freezing air.

it was mostly frustrating because the whole reason this happened was because of seonghwa. he snapped at you for not knowing some stupid rule, and it caused you to lose focus. it’s his fault.

just when you felt yourself calming down, the freezer door opens swiftly. it was him.

“you wanna tell me why my table’s food was refired?” seonghwa spits, anger in his eyes. “they’re gonna have to wait another 10 minutes and they’ve already been waiting for their food for 20.”

“seonghwa, please,” you huff, trying to hold it together. “can i just have one more second?”

“no! i could be totally out of a tip from a table because of you.”

“dude, it was a mistake!” you defend. you feel backed into a corner. literally, the walk-in was tiny and you were basically pressed up against the cold wall with seonghwa hovering over you.

“you keep making these stupid mistakes. i don’t know why they even hired you, you know fucking nothing about restaurants.”

you stood in shock. you didn’t know what to say. seonghwa had this fire behind his eyes that almost scared you. his chest was puffing up and down, breathing heavily from adrenaline. a bead of sweat falls down his temple, threatening to fall from his face. why did suddenly… he look so… attractive? you were so confused by how your body was reacting. instead of pure hatred, suddenly you felt a pang of lust. what the hell was happening to you?

“you owe me, princess,” seonghwa mumbles.

and in a blink of an eye, he withdraws from the walk-in and slams the door behind him, leaving you completely disoriented.

at the end of service, you were BEAT. you slump back into the bar seat, crack open your shift drink, and take a hefty gulp. ryujin jumps into the seat next to you, already drinking her usual PBR.

“dude, tonight SUCKED,” she groans.

“tell me about it,” you mutter, counting your cash tips. “at least they tipped well, but at what cost?”

“the cost of my fucking sanity, that’s what,” ryujin whines. “please tell me you’re still down for celebration. please please pleeeease?”

“oh i am so down,” you say. you look at your other coworkers. “san, woo? you coming?”

“you bet i am,” wooyoung chuckles, gathering up his stuff. “i’m heading there now. c’mon san.”

san stands and starts heading out the door with wooyoung but then turns back. “wait, seonghwa, are you finally gonna come to sunday celebration?”

seonghwa places down the wine glass he was polishing. “maybe. we’ll see.” he turns to hang up the glass on the rack and for a moment, just a moment, he makes eye contact with you. you look away immediately and decide to put your attention back on your beer. you chug what’s left of it and toss the can in the trash.

“ryujin, let’s go."

you and your fellow servers took the booth in the back of the bar, your usual spot. a couple of them were complaining about the tables they had, some were playing an intense game of darts, while you nursed your mixed drink as ryujin rants about her situationship.

wooyoung slips into the seat next to you, grabbing his beer on the table. “remind me to never play darts with san again. he’s way too competitive.”

you laugh, “you know, you say that, but you always end up playing with him every sunday.”

wooyoung chuckles as he shrugs. he then looks around the bar. “wait, didn’t seonghwa say he was coming?”

“he said he MIGHT come,” san says as he slides into the booth. you can feel yourself retreating as soon as his name was brought up. “but you know him. he never hangs out with anyone outside work.”

“he’s probably still scrubbing the bar,” the food runner mingi chimes in. “that dude is a clean freak.”

“nothing wrong with that at a restaurant!” san says.

“hey i’m gonna grab another drink,” you mumble, standing up. “i’ll be right back.”

you walk over and lean against the bar and wait patiently for the bartender to get to you. you look around, sort of people-watching the sunday crowd. it’s all industry people, you know it. you turn your head back to see the bartender facing you.

“what can i get you?”

“oh, i’ll just take a vodka cran,” you force a smile. he nods and turns to make your drink.

“a vodka cranberry?” you hear a chuckle next to you. “i thought your go-to would be different.”

you look over and see seonghwa leaning on the bar and looking over at you. he wasn’t wearing his work clothes like you’re used to seeing him in. he was wearing jeans and a black tank with a leather jacket. he looked different. he looked…. really good.

“oh, you made it,” you say, trying not to sound annoyed. you gather yourself a bit. “oh, don’t judge me for my drink choice, okay? as much as i love our free shift drinks, i don’t really drink beer outside of work.”

“ah, i see.” he nods, definitely uninterested, and looks at the bartender who had already set your drink down and was waiting for you to pay. you dig through your bag, struggling to find your wallet. seonghwa notices and sighs. “i’ll just get this one and i’ll get a jack and coke.”

“you didn’t have to do that,” you look up to him in confusion.

“it’s whatever, just take your drink,” he doesn’t even look at you as the bartender hands his drink over and grabs seonghwa’s card that he set on the bar.

“oh. well thank you.” you sip at your drink. “i’m going back to the booth.”

he grabs his jack and coke and takes a quick drink. “darts?”

“um, okay?” you stutter, watching him walk past you to the dart board in the corner, and then following him with a look on your face that could only be described as complete and utter confusion.

“san, woo, wanna play teams?” you call across to your coworkers. they perk up and immediately jump over to the dartboard.

“me and san versus you and seonghwa?” woo asks, rubbing his palms together with a chuckle. “let’s say loser buys drinks?”

“i’m not really good at this,” you say laughing. “but i’ll do my best.”

“oh, great,” seonghwa scoffs as he writes both of your initials in the chalkboard by the dartboard. “just show me what you got.” he grabs the darts and places them in your hand, touch lingering a little longer than needed.

“you know,” you say to seonghwa as you close out 18 on the chalkboard, then passing the darts to san. “i really wasn’t expecting you to come out tonight.”

“we’ve begging him for what seems like years, man,” san chimes in, attempting but eventually failing to hit bullseye. yet somehow team woosan is still beating you. he grabs the darts to hand to seonghwa.

“yeah, what changed?” wooyoung says as he leans against a chair.

“i wasn’t really expecting to come out either,” seonghwa admits. “i guess i wanted to see what sunday celebration was all about.” he closes out 17 and 19. why is he so good at everything?

“i mean it’s just all of us getting drunk to get over a shitty shift,” you watch as he tosses the darts to wooyoung for his turn. “so it’s really not much.”

“did you have a shitty shift?” he asks, turning to face you directly.

“w-well, yeah,” you mumble, uncomfortable by the attentiveness. woo quickly hands the darts to you and goes back to a conversation he’s having with san. you look down at the darts in your hands. “look, i know i made a mistake but i really didn’t know that rule about the drinks. and it got me in my head and then mingi came with your table’s food and—“

he rolls his eyes. “you just make a lot of rookie mistakes. you’ll learn.”

you completely abandon the game of darts at this point. “dude, you gotta stop talking to me like that.”

“like what?” he says with a smirk. does he think this is funny?

“like you think i’m stupid or something,” you say, slightly pushing his shoulder. “i’m not stupid. yeah, you’ve been in the industry way longer than me, but we all have to start somewhere.” you grab your bag and walk over to the booth, san and woo protesting behind you. you slouch next to ryujin with a sigh.

“what the hell just happened?” ryujin questions, looking back at seonghwa by the dartboard.

“seonghwa’s being a dick to me, once again.” you exhale deeply. “let’s get another drink.”

as the night went on, your coworkers start filing out one by one. san and wooyoung were one of the last to leave together (something going on there?) and you’re left in front of the bar, struggling to find an uber. your apartment is definitely walking distance, but not at this time of night. the real issue was getting a fucking ride. every uber was at least 20 minutes away. you looked back through the bar window and saw the bartender starting to close up. shit, it’s almost 1 am. you look back down to your phone and consider downloading lyft for maybe the 2nd time in your life.

“what are you still doing here?” you hear a voice behind you. you look back and it’s seonghwa, pulling his keys out of his pocket.

“i should be asking you the same thing,” you mutter. when will he leave you alone?

“can’t find an uber?” he questions, pointing down at your phone.

“yeah, its fine though,” you brush him off.

“you live close by right?” he asks, annoyance in his voice. “i’ll just drop you off.”

“no, really,” you huff. “i don’t need your help.”

“look princess,” he looks to you intently. “i’m not gonna let you wait outside a bar at this hour. i’m not that big of an asshole.”

you consider for a moment. he’s definitely right. it’s late, and staying outside a closed bar this late can lead to trouble.

“fine. but stop calling me princess.”

when he pulls up to your apartment building, you start to have an internal war with yourself. you can’t help but have this anger in the pit of your stomach that’s eating you up.

“you look deep in thought,” seonghwa says impatiently.

“yeah, uh,” you mumble. “i just.. i need to know, why do you hate me?”

seonghwa pulls the car in a spot and parks. “i don’t hate you, necessarily…” he starts.

“you just think you’re better than me?” you pry, irritated.

“i mean, i have been in the industry longer than you…” he smiles smugly.

“there you go again,” you throw your hands up, hatred scratching at your throat. “you are so belittling to me! you think you’re hot shit, huh?”

“do you think i am?” he smiles at the corner of his mouth, and lets out a dry chuckle.

“i think i can’t fucking stand you.”

he looks intently at your face, and you swear, he glances at your lips.

and that’s when he leans in and kisses you. it takes you by complete surprise, and you pull back. you look at each other with a newfound yet curious lust. for a beat, for just a moment, you both look at each other with the same understanding. you want to kiss him again. you grab his face and pull him back in. the kiss was all-consuming. you feel a wave of energy course through you, as if every neuron in you was lit up. it was almost dizzying. he holds the side of your face, grazing past your ear and the holding the nape of your neck. every touch felt like fire.

he slides his tongue through your lips and deepens the kiss, which makes you melt more into him. you feel his arm wrap around your waist and moves you closer. you felt a rush of heat run through you, but then seonghwa pulls back slightly.

“let’s go inside?” he asks, his voice low.

with no reply, you both get out and you take him up to your apartment and to your room, closing the door behind you. he stands close to you, pushing you up against the door and kissing you up your neck and jaw until his lips meet yours again. he slots his leg between yours and presses himself against your heat, grinding as he devours you.

you turn to push him against the wall and sank down to your knees.

“fuuuck,” he groans, smiling as he slips his shirt off. “i like this view.”

“shut up, asshole,” you snap as you unzip his jeans, pulling them down. you look up to see a bulge pressing through his black underwear. god, you can tell it’s fucking big. you graze your fingers over it, teasing him. he lets out a heavy sigh, and you feel him twitch under you.

“i need you to touch me now,” he says grabbing the back of your head.

“yeah? or what?” you tease, just barely holding the length of him.

“c’mon princess,” he says with a cocky smirk. that fucking nickname. he moves his underwear down to reveal his hard cock hanging heavy by your lips. your mouth opens as you stare up at his length. he’s really big. “oh baby, are you already cock-drunk before even touching it?”

you sat in shock at the sheer size of him. he grabs your chin and moves himself closer to your face.

“open,” he says, tapping his dick on your lips. you open up to take him in your mouth, with him groaning at the warm, wet feeling.

twirling your tongue around his length, you earn a pleased moan from seonghwa’s lips. you take as much of him as you can in your mouth, nearly gagging but pushing through. you can feel him twitching in the back of your throat, which makes you hum with satisfaction.

“yeah,” he hisses, pulling his length out a bit and slowly thrusting back into your mouth. “take my cock just like that, baby.”

he pushes into your throat and pulls out again, this time out completely. a string of saliva still connects between his dick and your lips. he grabs himself and slaps it on your face by your open mouth, your jaw going slack and your tongue out to taste him.

“ahh, such a good girl,” he smirks down at you, slapping his dick on your face again. he grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes your mouth back on his cock.

you grab the base and start sucking like your life depends on it, going from the base to the tip, where you swirl your tongue around him. you regain a little control back, stroking and twisting up his length and sucking at his tip, and you can taste the precum pooling into your mouth. you feel him thrusting into your throat, tugging at your hair and pushing you deeper onto him. you can’t help but let out a whimper at the feeling.

“fuuuck, you like that, you little slut?” he tugs you off his cock by your hair. “you like when i fuck your mouth? keep doing that for me.”

you lost all control in that moment. you can only do as you’re told. you open your mouth like a good girl, and suck. he pistons into you, hitting the back of your throat over and over. tears prick the corners of your eyes, but you don’t care. you only want to please him. you moan onto his cock, forcing yourself to not gag from his size. the vibrations in your throat only drive him more mad, and you can tell from his deep moans and the hardening of his cock. he’s definitely close.

the grip around your hair tightens while he continues to bob you up and down his cock. your eyes flutter shut and tears start to fall down your cheeks, and you hold his thighs, nails digging crescents into his skin. he continues to hiss and moan in praise, loving the way you’re sputtering around his cock and leaving spit running down your chin. you take all the power left in you to lap at the underside of his cock, causing him to groan loudly and pull you off of him.

“open wide for me, princess,” he says, stroking himself above you. you obey and lay your tongue flat for him, ready to take his load. he lets out a long moan, spurting all around and into your mouth. you lick up every drop remaining from his tip as he comes down from his high.

just as you regain your composure, he’s helping you take your shirt off and kissing your spit and cum covered mouth. he pushes you backwards until the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed. you fall back and let him slide your pants off, leaving you just in your bra and (fucking soaked) underwear. he falls to his knees as he goes down to kiss your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your wet heat. when he goes to lick the wet spot in your underwear, licking a stripe up to your clit, you let out a small gasp.

“so sensitive,” he grins, lifting his head up and moving to take off your underwear. he grabs your thighs and pushes your legs back so your pussy is in full view for him.

“and so fucking wet for me…” he trails off before he dives down to devour you.

he laps at your wet hole, savoring the taste and the way it contracts around nothing. his tongue leads up to your clit, earning a sharp moan from you. liking the way you sound, he does the same pattern, making you whine with pleasure. he looks up to you, a moaning mess, and flicks at your bud teasingly, as if he’s mocking you. he hums in amusement.

“hold this,” he releases your leg for you to grab, keeping you spread open for him. he places his fingers on your clit, circling a bit before dipping down to your hole, just at the surface. you can’t help but clench. “so eager.”

he plunges his middle two fingers into you, your tightness gripping around him. he lowers his mouth back to your clit, swirling around as he begins finger fucking you. he’s eating you like he’s fucking starved. the stimulation had you gripping the sheets, whimpering.

he hums against your pussy, kissing and sucking at your clit. “mmm, fuck,” he smiles with a moan. “so good…”

you can’t help but grab the back of his head, gripping onto his hair while he works his fingers and mouth on you. he twirls his tongue around your clit all while curling his fingers in you, hitting that sweet spot.

“s-seonghwa,” you let out. “don’t stop, it feels so fucking good.”

out of defiance, he pulls off of you completely, your legs dropping down and making you ache from the loss of being filled. you can’t help but buck your hips up, desperate for him to touch you. he runs his hand back onto your pussy, spreading his fingers around your bud, avoiding touching it. and then, he slaps your wet cunt. you wince, partly from pain, but also from the stimulation. your bundle of nerves prickles and reddens the wet skin.

“mmm, dirty slut,” he laughs dryly, sadistically. “so desperate to cum. you want to cum for me?”

you nod, a little too impatiently.

“tell me.” he circles his fingers around your dripping hole again.

“fuck,” you let out, exasperated. “please, seonghwa. please let me cum.”

with a smirk, he drives his fingers back into you and latches onto your clit, working at a steady but meticulous pace. when your hips start grinding against his mouth, he holds you down, and continues working you. he swirls his tongue around your clit just right, and massages at your sweet spot. you feel your orgasm building in your stomach, like a cord about to snap. you feel heat rush through your entire body like a wave.

“i’m cumming,” you barely moan out, completely overtaken by pleasure. seonghwa relentlessly works you through it, moaning against you as you climax. he laps at your clit, trying to get every drop of your orgasm. he doesn’t stop until you have to grab his head and lift it.

he looks up at you with an intense lust in his eyes, and his mouth and chin soaked from your juices.

“you drive me fucking crazy,” you sigh as you watch him stand up and lean over you. he pushes you back to the head of the bed, on his knees and slotting between your thighs.

eating you out must have really turned him on, because his cock is hanging heavy between you, red and leaking with precum. he guides his dick up and down your sensitive cunt, gathering your wetness up to stimulate your clit. he groans looking down at the sight.

he eases his way into you, gripping your thighs to keep from snapping his hips into you. your mouth goes slack at the sensation, and you try to stifle back a moan. he inches his way into you, thrusting slowly until he bottoms out.

“fuck, princess,” he sighs, and he feels you clench around his length.

he leans forward to hover over you, slowly thrusting into your heat. he grabs the nape of your neck and kisses you deeply, letting you moan in his mouth. each thrust he pounds into you makes you melt into each other more, desperate to feel every inch of one another. the rolls of his hips hitting deep caverns of your cunt makes you dizzy from stimulation. the squelching sound of your wet pussy makes him pull away, now grabbing at your throat hard enough to where it hurts a little, but hurts so good.

“tell me you’re my little slut,” he spits at you, thrusting deeper inside of you.

“i-i’m your little slut,” you say between moans, completely lost in his trance. he has all the power over you.

he releases your neck and lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, making him reach a completely new angle inside of you. he pistons into you with determination, and reaches down to toy with your clit. you begin to see stars.

“you’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, relishing the squeezing of your core.

his hips snap into a faster pace, all while mercilessly thumbing at your clit. the stimulation becomes all too much for you, and you feel yourself reaching another high.

“oh my god don’t stop, please seonghwa don’t stop,” you moan, unintentionally clenching around his length.

“yeah baby, cum on my cock,” he smiles down at you. “just like that.”

you can’t even think, all you can grasp is how good this man feels on top of you, how good he feels in you, how full you feel. your breath hitches as a wave of pleasure courses through your body, sending you into a blissed out state. your moans are matched by seonghwa, him fucking your contracting cunt, as if it’s begging to milk him dry. he continues to thrust into your overstimulated core until he releases his hot ropes of cum into you, completely filling you up.

he finally slows down his movement, both your breathing heavy and irregular. he pulls out of you with a hiss, watching your pulsing core as his release slowly spills out of you.

“jesus christ,” he groans at the sight. as if he couldn’t resist, he brings his head down and licks up your core, swallowing the liquid. once every drop is savored, he lifts up to level with you. he then places a kiss on your lips, suddenly soft, and very unexpected.

without a word, he grabs you by the waist and holds you close, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. he softly brushes his fingers through your hair.

and just like that, you both drift off to sleep with only one thing on your mind. what just happened, and what the hell is going to happen next?

a/n: this is my first real fic on the internet yall!! im so new to this but i had so much fun. i hope u did too! stay tuned for part 2, but for now please leave feedback ♥ edit: part two is here :-)

[mulloey]

clever girl

mafia!seonghwa & mafia!yunho x undercover detective!reader. feat. mafia!ateez

words: 7.5k

warnings: dark content. extremely dubcon. depictions of gangs, violence, death (not you or ateez& not shown) and prostitution.

smut warnings: heavy dubcon, threesome, hard doms!yunho & seonghwa, exhibitionism, gun play, double penetration, anal, unprotected sex, sir kink, pet& degradation names, fear kink, some thigh slaps, mentions of pregnancy and breeding, death threats, humiliation, no aftercare, imprisonment etc

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“Detective.”

Your head darts up, gaze meeting that of your irritated looking boss. He stands above you with folded arms, a displeased expression on his face. “Sir,” you greet him. You struggle to keep your expression blank, a smile pulling at your lips; you know exactly what he’s mad about.

He slams a sheet of paper down on your desk. “Why did you request to do this mission alone?” He asks, wasting no time. “Have you lost your mind?”

You don’t need to ask what mission he’s referring to; though you, much to his annoyance, are known for choosing to go it alone, there’s only one mission on your roster right now that’s dangerous enough to make him this agitated. You sigh, rolling your eyes as you lean back in your chair. You stretch your arms out above you with a yawn before sitting back up, eyes on him. “I’ve been watching these guys longer than anyone else,” you say. “Before anyone here would even acknowledge they were an actual threat. I know how they work.”

“Yes, we’re all aware of your qualifications,” your boss snaps. “But I wasn’t asking about that. I’m asking why you want to do this alone.”

You nod, a small concession and certainly the most he’d ever expect from you. “It took me a long time to fully understand these men,” you explain. “They’re incredibly volatile and unpredictable, even for a gang.”

“Even more reason to have backup.”

“No,” you disagree, shaking your head. “Even more reason not to send officers to their deaths because they don’t know what they’re dealing with or how to deal with it.”

His mouth opens and closes, formulating a response. He frowns, tapping a heavy black boot against the floor. “You really think that’s what it’d be?” He asks. “You think we’d lose men?”

“I’m certain,” you say. “I can’t emphasise enough how dangerous these guys are if you don’t know the way they work or how to stay on their good side. But I do know those things, sir. I’ve studied them for six years.”

He hums. “And you actually think you can handle it alone?”

You smile, nodding confidently. The thought of finally meeting these strange men in person has you a little queasy, but you know you can get this done. “It’s simple intelligence gathering, sir. I’m happy to have backup stationed a good distance away, but I’m not sacrificing good people for something I can do alone.”

He stares at you for a moment, searching for any signs of uncertainty before he sighs, nodding in defeat. “Very well,” he says. “I can see there’s no convincing you. You can do this alone if you’re absolutely certain that’s the best course, but you will call for help when you need it. The moment you need it. Understood?”

You smile, standing up to shake your still hesitant looking boss’ hand. “Thank you, sir. Understood.”

On the other side of Seoul, in a dark office piled with weapons and supplies, a screen lights up, buzzing with a new message.

4:37pm

unknown number: she’ll be coming soon. alone.

A man stares down at the message, a thin smile on his lips. It’s finally happening. The girl he’s been watching, who’s followed him around corners and stared into his windows for years, will finally stand in front of him, and she’ll be completely alone. He couldn’t have asked for more.

He sighs, twirling a knife around sullied fingers. Come, little dove.

—

Five days later, a taxi drops you off just on the outskirts of what has become their unquestioned territory. It’s an unassuming area, not rich by any means but not outwardly dodgy, either, and to the untrained eye doesn’t seem at all like gang territory. But you know better, of course. You know what happens behind the doors that quickly close as you walk by; you know the terrors behind the eyes of the men who leer at you as you venture further away from safety. You know this place, and you know that as far as anyone who knows anything is concerned, you’re not in Seoul anymore. As much as your boss may claim to, try to believe differently, neither the law nor the police nor anything can help you now. Every step you take now is taken at the mercy of the eight men you’ve come here to meet. The Owners, locals call them. You’ve come to know them as Ateez.

You walk with your head down, trying not to catch any more attention than being a lone woman at this time of night already commands. One hand is stuffed in your jacket pocket, fingering at your gun for reassurance while the other hangs at your side. Beneath your jacket, the black dress you’ve chosen to wear hangs just above the middle of your thigh. You hate the feeling of it, shorter and far less comfortable than the pants, jeans and shirts you’ve become accustomed to as a detective, but it’s all that was available for the very specific tactic you’ve chosen.

From your interviews of Ateez’s associates, or at least the ones who you’d managed to catch before they did, you know that they are extremely and understandably stingy with their information. Their personnel, operations and other intelligence is closely guarded on a completely need-to-know basis. It’s what makes trying to capture the lower-level members of the organisation such a pointless task; the majority of them don’t even know who their bosses are, let alone any useful information about them. In fact, the chances of actually meeting the men themselves are very slim even for people looking to do business with them; from several accounts you’ve ascertained that even trusted partners and allies will work with the organisation for years without ever meeting its leaders. No, the only people who get anywhere near the leaders and, more importantly, the information they possess, are the women who come and go from their penthouse on a quickly rotating basis, and according to your informants, always seem to emerge looking even more terrified than they’d entered.

As such you’d formed your plan; you’d enter as one of their hookers, with the clothes and parts to match, find out as much as you could, bug every inch of the penthouse, and leave with your satisfied clients none the wiser. A simple enough plan, but as your years on the force have taught you, not one that’s likely to go exactly as you expect. You just hope that you come out in one piece. Or that you come out at all.

You pull the jacket further across your chest, holding it tightly against yourself. Mercifully, the inconspicuous, but for you instantly recognisable building belonging to the organisation soon comes into view. By design it doesn’t stand out, except for the fact that it is quite a bit taller than its neighbours, but you know what goes on in there; or at least, you’re about to. You take a deep breath before biting the bullet and quickly stepping inside.

The interior of the building is just as uneventful; relatively clean but stained in places with substances you’d rather not think about. A few men shuffle around silently, looking up briefly when you walk in before quickly averting their gaze when they realise what you’re here for. It’s a well-known rule, apparently, that no one is to even think about a girl the leaders have had, even after they’ve discarded her. And with such a fast employee turnaround, it’s no mystery what they do to people who violate even the smallest of rules. The leaders — particularly the eldest two, you hear — run a tight, disciplined ship, and think nothing of throwing anyone overboard. Except each other, apparently; the one thing that every single one of the informants had vouched for is the tight, indestructible bond of the men at the helm of this operation.

A man approaches you nervously, asking why you’re here and you quietly whisper the name of one of your informants; miraculously you’d managed to turn one of the men Ateez frequently used to procure their companions, and he’d agreed to hand you over to them, essentially guaranteeing your authenticity; basically, he’d promised to vouch for you not being the exact thing you were— a snitch. A cop, at that. The man you speak to nods in understanding and directs you where to go and, thanking him with a smile, you make a note to thank your informant the next time you check in with him.

The further you venture into the building, your heart pounding heavier with each step, the nicer it becomes. When you step into the elevator, far nicer and more richly decorated than the front of the building, it becomes clear that the first part of your mission — breaching the restricted area — has been successful.

You step out on the top floor and the difference is obvious; polished floors and hallways lined with mirrors, paintings and flowers show you this is a part of the building few will ever see. This is the bosses’ world. Ateez’s world.

Breathing shakily, you knock on the doorbell the way you’d been instructed — five times, with a gap between the third and fourth. You hear voices before the door opens seemingly on its own, revealing the lavish interiors of the leaders’ apartments. It’s richly decorated with a dark, oak theme, and there’s not a person in sight.

“Hello?” You call out. Your voice almost seems to echo in the vast emptiness of the penthouse. “I’m here to see the Owners? Binwoo sent me.”

Silence abounds and then, just as you start to worry this has all been a big set-up to take out the only detective who’s gotten remotely close to the group, someone emerges. You recognise him instantly as the leader, Hongjoong. You’ve only seen him in surveillance, and very scarcely; the only time he ever seems to leave this place is when someone pisses him off so badly he decides to deal with them himself, so naturally the majority of your surveillance of him has been of torture and murder and pain. Seeing him in front of you now, not as tall as he looked from afar yet somehow even more imposing, those images of him — the things you’ve seen him do — play on repeat in your head.

When he raises a hand to wave at you, all you can picture is the black leather gloves he wears while he brutalises, covered in blood. Your blood, if this doesn’t go well. There’s a reason, you think, that the employees who don’t know this man’s name and thus resort to nicknames, have settled on The Butcher.

You gulp as you wave back. You hope he doesn’t notice the way your hands shake. “Hello, sir,” you greet. You bow politely, trying not to let on to the fact that you have any knowledge of who this man is or what he’s capable of. “I was sent by Binwoo to entertain you.”

He cocks an eyebrow, staring you up and down. “He did say he had someone for us,” he says. This is the first time you’ve heard his voice clearly, and you have to stop yourself from looking surprised at how… normal he sounds. Like a regular guy in his 20s, really— certainly not the monster you know him to be. In another situation, you think you’d quite like his voice. It’s gentle and welcoming and you could even see yourself getting flustered by it; but instead the voice, the man, everything about this moment, fills you with terror.

“Yes, sir. That was me.” You try your best to sound seductive, or even normal, but you’re not sure if he buys it.

He stares at you for a few seconds, eyes narrowed. “Take off your jacket,” he orders. Fear pulsates as you obey; you note that his voice is deeper than before. You hope it’s arousal— or even just curiosity. Anything but what you’re fearing it to be.

You take off your jacket as quickly as possible, hanging it up on the hanger next to the door as he instructs you. You stand in place, hands by your sides like your informant, Binwoo, had told you he teaches his girls to do. Wearing only your dress and heels, you feel more exposed and vulnerable than ever.

He stares at you for a moment before nodding, satisfied. “I’m Hongjoong,” he smiles. “What should I call you?”

You don’t think about your answer; you’d come up with a name while planning this mission, just as you always do. “Mira.”

He cocks an eyebrow, sceptical, but nods. It’s not uncommon for prostitutes to give a fake name, particularly in circles like this, so your obvious moniker shouldn’t be a problem unless he figures out the real reason you’re using it. You pray he doesn’t.

“Very well, ‘Mira’,” he grins. “I’ll take you to the others. They’re waiting for you.”

You follow him down the hallway; dark, ambiently lit, almost cosy. The sound of your heels on the wooden floor breaks the silence into small seconds, giving you a rhythm to follow and cling to as you walk towards what could very well be your doom.

Reaching the door to the dining room, Hongjoong spares a second to look back at you, offering a thin smile that could almost be reassuring before pushing open the door. The room is bigger than you could have imagined and impossibly lavish; more suited for royalty than a criminal syndicate. Along one side of a long, oak table that stretches much of the length of the room sit seven men, arranged to face you in an intimidating formation.

You recognise them all, each face unnerving you more than the last. It’s true, they’re all stupidly handsome — even more so in real life, you realise — but all you see on their faces are the countless, endless amounts of blood on their hands. You’ve seen some of it yourself, more than enough, but the stories are even worse; men, women, children, anyone who stood in their way, slaughtered like sheep. You could swear you hear the faint ringing of screams in your ear as they look up at you.

“Gentlemen,” Hongjoong says. “This is Mira.”

They greet you with interest, a few of them offering a smile while the others simply stare you down. “Turn,” one of them says — San, you think. You stare unsuredly at Hongjoong and he lifts an eyebrow; a silent order to obey. Slowly you turn around, letting them see your back side before facing them once again. They look pleased.

“She’ll do fine,” another, Wooyoung, says with a grin.

Your gaze catches his and you gulp, unnerved. Wooyoung was the person you were most nervous to encounter; though his demeanour is friendly, enthusiastic even, the stories you’ve heard about him are the worst. He kills, massacres people with ease and he does it with that same grin on his face. It’s more terrifying than the more calculated, stoic members, because while they’ve probably killed and maimed more people than him in the long run, they at least treat it with the seriousness it deserves. Wooyoung ends lives without consideration and treats it all like some kind of game.

“Um…” you start. “What would you like me to do now, sirs?”

“Unless anyone has any requests,” Hongjoong starts. He looks around at the others and when no one speaks up, he continues. “You may put your bag on the table then come back here to present yourselves to us.”

You nod, voicing a quiet ‘yes, sir’ before nervously making your way over to the table. Your grip on your bag is iron and you’re hesitant to let it go; your bugging equipment lies in a secret compartment at the bottom hidden beneath the makeup and toys you’d brought to make yourself more convincing, and to leave it with them feels like giving yourself away. But even if they check your bag, you think, they have no reason to think there’d be any kind of secret compartment. You’re safe. You just need to get this done and then you’re safe.

You walk back to where you were, alone this time — Hongjoong has gone to take his seat next to the oldest member, Seonghwa, and now you’re eight-to-one.

Seonghwa speaks for the first time and his voice is surprisingly sultry. “Take the dress off,” he says calmly. His eyes are narrowed. “I’d like to see what I’m working with.”

With shaking hands you remove the dress, carefully unzipping the expensive (for a detective’s salary, at least) fabric and sliding it down off your body. Clad only in black, lacy lingerie, you feel a deep flush across your face; you’ve never been so exposed in front of a man before; certainly not multiple men and certainly not dangerous, notorious criminals. A whistle sounds across the room, though you’re not sure who it came from, and you blush deeper. You feel the weight of their gazes as eight pairs of eyes hover over every inch of you, inspecting and scrutinising you silently. Seonghwa, the closest to you and with the sternest expression, can’t seem to draw his eyes away from your breasts. You swallow, feeling vulnerable and smaller than you ever have before.

“Turn,” Seonghwa says, voice commanding. “Let me see the back.”

You nod, turning once again, taking your time to give them the opportunity to rake their eyes up and down the back of you; no doubt hovering on your ass, globes cleverly exposed by your lingerie. You hear a few whispered comments and try to keep your composure; you almost feel the touch of their hands on your ass, squeezing and slapping it however they like. You know they want to; you hope they will— it will mean you’ve convinced them enough for them to let their guard down.

“That’s enough,” Seonghwa says. “Turn back.”

Relieved, you turn back to face them. You’ve passed one obstacle, you think. Seonghwa stares at you for a moment, expression unreadable before he curls a long finger, bidding you closer. You take a few steps before he raises his palm, stopping you, and you still yourself. His eyes rake over your torso again before he nods. He stares up at you with dark but interested eyes and a smile breaks onto his face before he speaks.

He says it so casually you almost miss it. “I know what you are.”

His voice is so soft you only just hear him and the words take a moment to hit you. When they do, your reaction is sudden and visceral; you heart drops into your stomach like stone, blood rushing to your head at a dizzying pace and you almost pass out. But you do your best to keep your reactions internal; you know the only way to make them more certain of why you’re actually here is to freak out and panic at the mere suggestion. No. You can play this one off. You’ve trained for this. You just need to de-escalate.

You clear your throat, tapping your foot against the floor. “And what’s that?” You ask, trying to sound sultry; your voice almost breaks on the last word but you catch it in the nick of time. “A whore?”

Seonghwa’s lip quirks. “You know,” he says. “That’s not as far off as you think. But no.”

You almost want to huff at the jibe he’d thrown at you, but you remember your situation, the danger you’re in and choose to stay on his good side.

“What am I, then?”

“We don’t really need to say it, do we?” Hongjoong interjects. There’s no anger in his voice; he sounds somewhere between bored and amused. “We both know already.”

You reach up to your chest, to the chip you’d hidden in your bra in case you needed to call for backup, but a loud laugh stops you.

“Are you calling for backup?” Wooyoung grins, confirming what you already knew — they know exactly why you’re here. They’ve figured you out.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, still fighting your case. Your voice starts to falter as you speak, composure beginning to crack. Some small, stupid part of you still seems to think there’s a way out of this, but you know there’s not. They know your secret. And even if they were wrong, if you were innocent, this is their territory and their house— if they say something is so, there’s no arguing.

“You are,” Wooyoung laughs.

“And that backup,” Hongjoong interjects again, “they wouldn’t be the officers we found in vans on the next block, would they?”

You feel your heart drop into your stomach, jaw dropping in disbelief. No. The next block? Does no one listen to a fucking thing you say?

“I—”

“I wouldn’t bother calling for them,” Seonghwa says. You hear a few chuckles from the others, clearly enjoying this. “I don’t think I need to explain why.”

No, you think, he doesn’t. You know what they do to spies and traitors — what they’ll do to you. You can only hope they killed your colleagues quickly. If you somehow ever make it out of here, you’re going to do the same to your boss — you told him to station backup far away and this is why.

Starting to panic, you begin to back away but your pathetic attempt only takes you a few steps before Seonghwa barks, “Grab her!”, and the two men nearest descend on you.

Your years of combat training are no match for the strong, probably better-trained men, and within seconds they have you fully restrained. You struggle in their hold and the taller, Mingi, harshly grabs your hair, yanking it back to force you to stare the others straight in the face.

You expect to see anger, even bloodlust when you meet their gaze, but you don’t. Other than Seonghwa, who seems irritated at your attempt to escape, they look… unbothered. It doesn’t make sense, you think. Not with what you were trying to do and especially not with how painfully close you came to doing it. For having almost had their entire network penetrated by one terrified looking woman, they look strangely calm, like they’re entirely unsurprised by this development, and you don’t know why. Unless…?

You hold back a groan as the realisation hits you. “You knew.”

Hongjoong smiles, amused. “We’ve always known, Mira. You think we wouldn’t realise we were being watched?”

You bow your head. You’re still terrified, knowing these men have killed countless people with the blank, unbothered expressions they wear now, but right now the overwhelming, crushing emotion is just… embarrassment. You feel like a rookie again; cocky and confident with your badge and gun until you fuck up for the first time and it all comes crashing down.

You shrug. “I don’t know.”

You hear someone snort and look up to see Wooyoung, giggling almost gleefully to himself. “Aren’t you meant to be the smartest on the squad?” He laughs. You hear a few others chuckle too. “Didn’t you tell your boss you ‘knew everything about us’? But you didn’t consider the fact that we might know you?”

He makes a good point, you realise. But while you figured they’d know they were being watched, with your high-tech surveillance equipment and ability to blend into a crowd, it had barely crossed your mind that they might know who was watching them — certainly not that they’d somehow know the exact things you’d said about them. They must have bugged you, you think, or somehow gotten a spy into the department to listen in on your discussions on them. You guess you owe them more credit. And a lot more fear.

“I’m sorry,” is all you can think to say.

“I’m certain you are,” Hongjoong says. “Now you’ve been caught. Are you keen on proving it?”

You look up, confused, hopeful and terrified all in one. You thought you’d be dead by now, shot on sight. And if they intended on killing you slowly, torturing you for information before finally letting you die, you figured they’d have started by now. Or at least made any attempt to move. They could still do it, of course, but they don’t seem in the mood for that. They look… curious.

“P-prove it?” You stutter. “How?”

A few of them smile, mouths curling into thin smiles and you shift uncomfortably. The two oldest share a look before Seonghwa nods and seemingly out of nowhere, Hongjoong pulls a gun, setting it carefully but loudly on the table. He keeps a hand on the trigger and his eyes on you as he speaks. “Firstly,” he says. “Don’t try to run. I’d hate to stick a bullet through your pretty face but if you bolt, that’s exactly what I’ll do. And I know you’ve seen yourself how excellent my aim is.”

You gulp. Hongjoong’s right. Through the lenses of your binoculars you’ve seen him — all of them, in fact — make some almost impossible shots. Certainly more impossible than a woman in heels trying to escape from a locked room. There’s no point trying to run. You’ll leave when — if, you think with a shiver — they allow you to.

You feel yourself deflate, nodding defeatedly. “Okay.”

“Alright,” he smiles. “Mingi, Jongho, let her go.”

The men holding you stare almost petulantly at their leader but he raises an eyebrow and they relent, releasing their grip. “Not a fucking toe out of line, Mira,” Mingi whispers in your ear. He says your ‘name’ like it’s diseased.

Despite being released, your body refuses to move; it stays paralysed in the same position, too terrified to even shiver. A blessing in disguise though, you suppose; Hongjoong looks pleased. “See,” he smiles. “It’s so easy to just be good for us, isn’t it?”

You try to respond but all that comes out is a small, pathetic squeak. A few chuckles sound out across the room and your gaze catches Yunho, who, though appearing calm, in his eyes looks just on the edge of feral. You gulp.

Seonghwa is the first to move; he says your ‘name’ lowly, curling a finger towards you. “Come here,” he orders.

You approach him as slowly as you can excuse, soon enough ending up inches away from him. He looks you up and down, inspecting your body with dark eyes.

”You’re shivering,” he says softly.

You manage to force out a few words. “I’m cold,” you reply. “And…”

“And scared?” He asks. You don’t respond, but you flush pink and he chuckles. “Clever girl,” he says. “You should be scared. I’ve never liked the way you seemed so… fearless about us.”

He wraps an arm around your waist, eyes flashing when you jump in surprise. “So flighty,” he mutters. “Sit on my lap.”

You don’t know if you would resist if you could but that doesn’t matter; your body, seemingly in survival mode, moves of its own accord to straddle him. His hands settle on your waist, just above your ass and he smiles.

“Still shivering,” he chuckles. “Good girl.” He leans in close enough that only you can hear as he whispers; “San’ll be much nicer to you if you stay this terrified.” You gulp, eyes flickering in the direction of the man mentioned; he’s watching you intently, face blank but he’s clearly not one to mess with. He’s so much more intimidating in person.

“Now,” Seonghwa says, and you turn your gaze back to him. “Let’s see what you can do for us, hm? Open your mouth.”

You hesitate briefly, but quickly obey, parting your lips slightly. Seonghwa runs his thumb across your bottom lip before he tugs at it to open your mouth further; before you know it a wad of spit lands on your tongue, and he closes your mouth again. He taps your cheek. “Swallow,” he says.

You pray your boss never finds out about this; straddling your enemy’s lap and swallowing his spit on his command. Then again, you’d be lucky to see your boss again at all. You don’t particularly trust that they’ll spare your life just because you let them fuck you. This feels more like playing with their food.

Seonghwa pushes two fingers into your mouth, ordering you to suck. They push to the back of your throat, making you gag but you keep them inside, sucking them desperately and trying to ignore the way your body screams at you to get them out. “Sucking me so good,” he grins. “You’re gonna look so pretty with our dicks in your mouth.”

You can’t help the moan that slips out; nor the flood of relief that washes over you at the praise. Maybe they will let you live after all.

Seonghwa thrusts his fingers lazily in and out of your mouth, letting you choke and gag on them as your throat slowly adjusts to the intrusion.

“I must say,” he says. There’s curiosity and knowing in his eyes; a knowledge of something you think is secret. It unnerves you even further. “You’ve come around to this remarkably quickly. I really thought you’d put up more of a fight, petal.”

Noises of agreement sound out, the men chuckling to themselves. “Pathetic,” you think you hear Yunho say.

“You know, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong says. You turn in surprise at his voice— sitting in Seonghwa’s grip, those dark eyes burning into you, it’s easy to forget there’s anyone else in the room. Hongjoong smiles amusedly at you before he continues. “It’s almost like she wanted to fail. Like she wanted us to realise what she was because she knew that’d mean we couldn’t let her leave.”

You manage to stop yourself from scoffing— thank God, you think, because the pistol on the table in front of Hongjoong is ever present and you’ve seen him use it on others for a lot less. But come on. That’s ridiculous. You’ve been after them for years, never for a moment with any intention other than locking each and every one of them up for good. You try to protest but Seonghwa clamps his palm over your mouth, shushing you. “You might be right, Joong,” he smiles. “That would explain why she came here so poorly prepared. Like a lamb to slaughter.” He removes his hand from your mouth; his fingers brush over your lips and linger a little longer than you can justify.

Hongjoong chuckles. “Is that it, little lamb?” He asks. “Were you hoping for this?”

You shake your head, determined to refute him but to your horror, part of you starts to wonder if there might be some truth to his words, if you… no. No way. Of course you weren’t hoping for this. Still, your hesitation tells them more than you want them to know. “I…”

“She was,” Seonghwa grins. “Naive little girl.”

You frown, brows furrowing. “I’m not—”

Before you can finish your sentence, a deep voice you recognise as Yunho sounds out, silencing you. “Will you stop fucking talking back,” he snaps, almost shouting. He leans over to where you’re still held firmly in Seonghwa’s grip, eyes dark. “I swear to God,” he whispers.

“Yunho,” Hongjoong replies before you can, tone warning but amused. “Don’t be mean to her. She must be so scared right now, hm?” He turns back to you, narrowing his eyes. “And maybe something else?”

“She’s horny is what she is,” Yunho snorts dryly. “Dripping for us yet still with so much attitude.”

“She can’t resist,” Seonghwa says. “It’s in her bones, isn’t it?” He strokes your face with a gentleness you’d never expect from him; but the knowledge of how easily he could and might still kill you makes it a lot less comforting. “She wants to hate us, knows she should but this feels so right, doesn’t it? So good.”

You whine, shaking your head; you know you’re past the point of resistance now but you can’t bear to fully submit. There’s no coming back from that. Seonghwa sighs, stroking your hair. “As soon as you give in,” he says, “this will get so much easier.”

“I—”

“Hm?” He asks. “What? You can’t?”

You shake your head and he smiles. “You can, Mira,” he says. “You will.”

You groan, squeezing your eyes shut as if you could make this all go away just by blocking it out. You hear them chuckle, then before you know it you’re being lifted up; you open your eyes and see Seonghwa has stood up, still holding you in his arms, before laying you down on the table with your legs hanging over the edge. Your stomach twists as you realise the position you’re in; completely exposed and at their mercy. Ripe for the taking. Your hands are lifted above your head and you look up to see Yunho, holding them together firmly in one hand. Seonghwa’s hands come to rest on your hips again.

“Open your legs.”

You whine, shaking your head squeezing your thighs together. Seonghwa scowls, displeased and wraps a calloused hand around your plush upper thigh. He stares you down, eyes dark as he starts to squeeze. His sharp nails dig into you, piercing the skin ever so slightly under the pressure. You whimper, squirming a little but he doesn’t react.

“Open them.”

Cold metal touches your temple. You don’t need to look to know that Yunho is holding a gun to your head. You swallow thickly, trying to stay calm. At this point, you’re not disobeying on purpose; you’re not stupid enough to think that would work. But in the thick of adrenaline, where your body had once obeyed of its own accord, now… it won’t move.

Seonghwa gives Yunho a pointed look and then the gun leaves your head. Now in the elder’s hand, he puts it down for a moment before, with one hand on each thigh, he spreads your legs open with ease. “There we go,” he hums.

The steel of the pistol is ice cold against the warmth of your inner thighs as he moves it slowly up your legs until it points directly at your pussy. Covered by the thin black fabric of your panties, you nonetheless feel entirely exposed, like he can see right through them.

The end of the gun comes to press up against your panties and you feel the cold steel through the fabric; but where it presses against your clit, pressure slight but noticeable, it’s almost nice. It doesn’t move; Seonghwa keeps his hand still in place, watching with a small smile as you try to conceal your pleasure. He pushes it against you slightly, making you gasp, and gestures to your panties.

“Take those off,” he says. “Quickly, if you want the safety to stay on.”

You scramble to obey, tugging them off and discarding them next to you. With a small smile, Seonghwa picks them up and stuffs them in his pocket. You bite your lip. “Sir,” you whisper.

He hums, cocking an eyebrow before placing the gun back where it was before. This time he presses it more firmly against your clit and you squirm. “Nice and still for me,” he murmurs.

Turning your head, you see the other men gathered around the table. They’re just… watching. No one looks affected, no one’s touching themselves; they’re just watching their friends take you apart with entirely blank, focused expressions. Like it’s a clinical procedure.

Unnerved, you turn back to face Seonghwa just as he slips the gun ever so slightly into your pussy. You gasp, almost crying out but Yunho quickly shoves his fingers into your mouth, silencing you. “Now, now,” he cooes. “We don’t want to make them angry, do we?” His voice is sickly sweet and condescending and the most terrifying thing you’ve ever heard. You shake your head, still gagged by his fingers and he chuckles. “Good girl.”

Then the gun is gone as Seonghwa pulls it away— a string of wet, sticky liquid following in its wake. He smiles knowingly and you wish the earth would swallow you up. You’ve creamed on a fucking gun, shoved up your pussy by your worst enemies. You’ll never come back from this.

“My, my,” you hear Hongjoong chuckle. You turn to meet his eyes and he tilts his head, smiling innocently. Seonghwa grabs your face to force your gaze back to him. “Stop looking away,” he says. “I’m the one fucking you.”

The gun clatters down and without warning Seonghwa’s long fingers are penetrating you; two, you think, maybe three. He doesn’t ease you into it (why would he, really?), just quickly stretching you out on his fingers. And then Yunho’s there too, standing next to the elder and watching him work you open with dark eyes.

Soon they swap places, and while Seonghwa’s fingers are certainly large, Yunho’s are something else entirely. His fingers pump in and out of you efficiently; your pleasure clearly isn’t what’s on his mind, but rather, working you open for something bigger. He certainly pays no mind to your reactions; even as you whine and cry his eyes never move from your pussy as you come more and more undone around his fingers. He’s focused, dangerously so.

Once his third finger sits comfortably in your pussy, he pulls them all out, leaving you gaping and empty. You whine at the loss and he chuckles before he picks up his gun again. He runs it up and down your thigh with light, teasing touches.

“Want it in you?” He asks.

You nod, desperate. At this point, you wish you felt shame— you wish you were embarrassed and humiliated to be debasing yourself like this for your targets; but instead you’re just aroused. Completely, overwhelmingly, suffocatingly aroused. “Sir,” you whisper again.

He grins, twirling the gun in his hand. The ease with which he handles it is a stark reminder of where you are, who these men are. It does nothing to lessen your desperation.

“Very well,” he says. “Stay still, Mira. Wouldn’t want the safety coming off accidentally.”

Accidentally. You almost scoff. You’re a detective; you know a thinly veiled threat when you see one. And this is barely veiled. Still, you do as he says without complaint, keeping your legs spread and pussy open for access as he presses it against your entrance. It goes in surprisingly easily; lubricated by your gushing pussy and it’s as humiliating as it is exhilarating. You make a noise of discomfort, biting down on your lip until you taste blood; half of pleasure and half of pain.

The steel is cold and inhuman and the edges push painfully against your walls and it’s degrading and terrifying. Yet at the same time it feels so good to be used and demeaned in this way; to be fucked open not for your pleasure, not even his pleasure, but purely for his own amusement. You know every noise or face of pain you make is making him harder and it’s a rush you’ve never even felt from sex. Fuck. What is wrong with you?

At this point, you don’t even know who’s talking; people and voices blur into one distant, surrounding haze.

“She’s loving this,” someone says.

“Sick bitch,” another spits, then, “we should keep her.”

Then the gun is gone, and you’re suddenly empty, your walls clinging to nothing— briefly. Within a few moments something else nicer, warmer, better is sliding into you; you look up, meeting Seonghwa’s gaze as he pushes into you. He’s large and thick, bordering on this side of too much, but it feels… good. Fuck. You’ve never felt like this in your fucking life; neither, it seems, has he.

“Fuck,” he choked. “Tight little whore. So fucking good.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, lost in a fog of pleasure and clinging to the rhythm of his quickening thrusts. Half of you wants to forget who it is that’s doing this to you, making you feel so good; the other half thinks this is the only dick you want for the rest of your life. But with each thrust of Seonghwa’s dick deep inside you, slamming against your cervix each time, you become less and less able to think of anything at all— except the waves of painful pleasure washing over you, and your desperate desire for it to never, ever stop.

It’s just your luck that, just as you feel yourself approaching your climax, Seonghwa pulls out without warning, leaving you empty and leaking. You’re about to cry out in protest when you find yourself flipped over, pressed down and bent over the wooden table. You feel the two men behind you, kneading your ass, and a sharp slap lands against it before Seonghwa pushes back into your pussy again.

“Hwa,” Yunho says. “I don’t think she’s full enough.”

Seonghwa slows his pace, and you feel his stern, scrutinising gaze on you. “You’re right,” he says. He spreads your ass cheeks, making you gasp, and he chuckles. “Look at that little asshole clenching. I think it wants to be filled.”

Yunho makes a noise of agreement, pressing a finger to your rim and making you jump. “Think she can handle my cock in there?”

“Does it matter?”

“Not really,” Yunho says nonchalantly. “But I’d rather not break her completely. She’s too tight, it’d be a waste.”

“Fine,” Seonghwa says, slowly starting to thrust again. After a few moments, he pulls out, and you feel Yunho’s long fingers enter your pussy. You whine, confused, but a slap of Seonghwa’s hand against your thigh silences you. Yunho’s fingers pull away, replaced with Seonghwa’s dick again, before Yunho’s fingers are on your asshole, pushing into the rim with— oh. He’s… he’s using your slick as lube.

“Dirty girl,” he mutters. It takes embarrassingly little time before he manages to fit all three fingers in there and he stills. “You ever been fucked here before?”

“N-no,” you gasp, squirming under the two men’s grips on you.

“Good,” he says. “Hold still.”

The feeling of his cock pushing past your rim makes you scream— it’s fucking maddening; painful and pleasurable and pretty much every adjective you could use to describe anything. You don’t even recognise the sounds you’re making now; you barely sound human, squealing and crying like an animal.

“Yeah,” Yunho grunts. “Bark, bitch.”

You’re fully sobbing now, a broken, dripping mess as two cocks pump in and out of you. Seonghwa’s fingers are digging into your hips, no doubt leaving bruises to match those blooming under the impact of your colliding bodies each time they thrust. Yunho’s hands are in your hair, tugging your head backwards; it stretches your neck painfully, but you doubt he cares; the only thing on either of their minds is using you for their own satisfaction. Only the sound of laughter reminds you of the presence of the other six and you crane your neck to look at them.

“Look at her,” Jongho laughs. “Taking it like a fucking whore.”

Emboldened by his comments, Yunho speeds up, thrusts getting quicker and harder by the second. You feel your walls clenching around his cock, squeezing him each time he moves.

Seonghwa’s thrusts are just as fast, hitting you just as deep, but in the more familiar cavern of your pussy, they’re not quite as overwhelming as Yunho’s. You can tell by their tightening grips on you when they’re close, slowly losing their control.

“I’m gonna fucking cum in you,” Yunho growls. “I’m gonna get you pregnant and fucking keep you here. Our little breeding bitch.”

You cry out, half pleasure half pain, and it pushes you over the edge; with a shout he releases inside you, hot load filling you up and leaking out around his dick before he pulls out. Seonghwa follows quickly, unloading in your pussy before pulling out, leaving you fucked out and leaking onto the floor.

“Disgusting bitch,” someone says.

Seonghwa touches your hip almost gently, and you find yourself crumpling to the floor, unable to hold yourself up anymore. Sat in a pathetic heap, you faintly see the men surrounding you.

“You did a good job, Mira,” Hongjoong says, and he almost sounds fond. “A maid will take you to your cell.”

Cell. The word hits you like bricks crashing down; knocking the wind out of your chest and dropping you back into your reality— you tried to beat them. You failed. You’re trapped. You know they see the terror creep back onto your face. You imagine they enjoy it.

Seonghwa pats your head, and for a moment it looks like he wants to kiss you; instead he just smiles, nodding curtly before following his brothers as they walk away. Hongjoong is the last to exit, leaving you alone, still crumpled on your knees and covered in cum on the floor of the hall. Before he closes the door, he turns back to you; his eyes hover over your shivering form and a smile flickers.

“If you can keep this up, Mira,” he says, “we’ll probably let you live.”

The slam of the oak door echoes around the room.

-

thanks for reading! i think this is darkest fic i’ve ever written. i’m trying to start branching out into more plot-heavy fics along with the usual smut, so this is something of an attempt in that area. your feedback is much appreciated and motivates me to write more. reblogs and comments are appreciated. requests open. love🖤🖤🖤

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[ateezscupid]

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST

size kink with mingi ♡

Mingi was so much bigger than you and you loved it. When you first told him you wanted him to throw you around and treat you like a ragdoll, he took it as a challenge. He helped you discover your size kink.

"Yeah, baby," He whispers in your ear, one hand on the back of your head and the other on your lower back, helping you as you bounced up and down on his lap. "Take it all in." His breath is warm, and his voice sends shivers down your spine.

You try to speak, but nothing comes out. The only noise that comes out are incoherent words. He notices you struggling to form a thought and grabs a handful of your hair, tilting your head back and exposing your neck. His teeth graze the sensitive skin, making you gasp. The hand on your lower back presses you closer.

He pulls your head down, pressing his forehead against yours. "Come on, baby. Ride me like you mean it." He says, almost growling. His voice is low and gruff, a stark contrast to the gentle caress of his breath on your neck. You nod, your eyes fluttering closed as you try to focus on the task at hand. Your breaths come in quick pants, matching the rhythm of your movements.

"S-Sssso good," you slur, your walls fluttering around his cock. "T-T-Too big—" Your words break into a moan as he hits a spot deep within you, a spot that sends sparks flying across your vision. You let out a noise that almost sounded like a squeak, clenching around him again.

"What? You said you could take it, baby," he teases, his grip on your hair tightening slightly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pleasure and challenge. His hips thrust upward, meeting your descending motion with a smack, pushing you onto his thickness. You moan, feeling the pressure build at the base of your spine.

"Take it. Take all of me. Ride me like the whore you are, princess." He basically growls and you mewl in response, a sound so unlike you but fitting perfectly in this moment of carnality. His words are harsh but they only serve to excite you further, pushing you to move faster and take him deeper. Your breasts bounce with each thrust and he reaches up to squeeze them, his fingers rolling your nipples into tight peaks that only make you wetter.

"I-I'm gonna cum," You whisper. It felt like his cock was tearing you apart, yet you craved more. Your thighs tightened around his waist, urging him deeper. His fingers dug into your flesh, leaving bruises on your breasts, but you didn't care. The pain only added to the pleasure.

"Cum." He commanded. "Cum around this cock, baby. Be a good girl,"

"S-Say it again-" You gasp. "C-Call me that-" Hiccup. "Again-!" You beg. His eyes flash with something primal, a smirk playing on his lips as he repeats.

"Be a good girl and cum around my cock."

[mingi-s-dimples]

Crave me - yunho

pairing: bf!yunho x gf fem!reader

rating: 18+, bdsm

genre: romance, bdsm, filthy smut (mdni ty)

summary: The bratty attitude you had with him didn't last long.. as he leaves his patience at the table and destroys you.

WC: 3.5k

warnings: rough/strict dom!yunho, bratty sub fem!reader, bdsm, choking, neck kink, sucking, blowjob, making out, tying up, pet names (darling, babe, love, pretty boy, sweetie, sweetheart), degradation kink (slut, cumslut, whore), praise kink, slapping/spanking, both vaginal and anal, use of bdsm attire (cuffs, blindfold, rope), use of toys (vibrator), sense deprivation (blindfold), little bit of hand kink, punishing, edging, creampie, ruined orgasms, multiple rounds, deals (but Yunho feels cocky and he said fuck the deal), cum cum cum a lot of cummm, squirting, mentions of safe word but never used (reader is a brat), cum eating, big dick!yunho, overstim, backshots, unprotected (REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL !), completely consesual !, for sure forgot something.

Author's Note: SO ! When I first started writing this fic, several day ago, I didn't intend to make it this.. filthy. But.. my lovely bestie rated the roughness in the other 3 fics I have posted an average of 8.sth/10 and I took that as a CHALLENGE. Hope you like it, Lis, love you sweetie. Another small note: WHY AREN'T THERE MORE BDSM FICS OUT THERE HELLO? I'M A SUCKER FOR THEM !

Update, Lis: okay, even though i saw some paragraphs before this was published, i was still taken off guard by this. i’m taking back my words, roughness level 10/10, WHEN I TELL YOU I HAD TO TAKE A BREAK AND BREATHE. seriously i love this fic sm and bia you are so talented, you never fail to amaze me❤️❤️ please keep going with your work, i love youu<3 ( i’m still waiting for a demon joong fic 👹👹👹 ) - my answer: the demon joong fic is alr in my drafts, halfway done.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

The grand dining hall was a symphony of opulence and elegance, its high vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate plasterwork and crystal chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow over the scene. Rich tapestries hung from the walls, their deep hues of burgundy and gold complementing the polished mahogany of the round, small dining tables. As the guests settled into their seats, the gentle strains of a string quartet drifted through the air, mingling with the soft clinking of fine glasses and the murmur of animated conversation.

At one end of the table you were sitting at, the host, Park Seonghwa raised his glass in a toast, his voice resonant and filled with the gravitas of tradition. Across from him, Hongjoong's laughter rang out, light and melodious, adding a delicate counterpoint to the music. The aroma of roasted meats and rich sauces wafted from the platters being served, each dish a masterpiece of culinary art. Conversations flowed like the wine, moving from the latest societal gossip to philosophical musings, as the guests, dressed in their finest evening attire, engaged in a dance of words and wit.

In this setting, every detail was meticulously curated to create an atmosphere of refined luxury and cultural sophistication. Yet, beneath the surface of this carefully constructed elegance, the undercurrents of intrigue and hidden agendas were beginning to stir, promising that the evening's conviviality was only the prelude to a much deeper story.

You, a renowed and well known supermodel, were sitting right next to your husband, Jeong Yunho. He was the CEO of the agency you were modelling at.

The thing is... besides the lovey-dovey side you and Yunho always showed to the other guests and your friends, for example Seonghwa, Hongjoong and the others, the two of you had... another side to your relationship.

Your intimate relationship dynamic was quite.. the opposite of what you were showing. From light forehead kisses, hand holding and warm hugs and kisses... to cuffs, blindfolds and degradation. No one knew the real you when in private, and it made the whole thing way better.

*several minutes later*

"Ooookay, should I ask the chef to bring us some desserts? I think the dinner went really well!" Hongjoong said smiling, watching each of his guests contently. He then hovered his eyes over the whole venue, you could see the happiness flooding over him. It was the ending dinner for a really important business plan that came to a final success.

While the others were happily celebrating with the host, you and Yunho were giving each other some stares. One of the things you loved the most to do was to annoy your man. Why? Cause you knew he'd destroy you the same night. You were never allowed to do things on your own, without his permission. Things such as touching him in public, deny his own touching, dress how you'd like without his approval, because he was really jealous of needy and hungry eyes that always wanted you. Everyone had envy for him, because you were the most beautiful model in your country, the agency itself was the best one, too. But tonight.. you decided to do.. everything that annoyed him and drove him insane. You first started with a.. really nice outfit, you'd say. It was halfway see-through, high heels and silver, bold jewelry completing the look. You were wearing two pieces, a short but flowy black skirt and a white, almost translucent shirt, an elegant one. Your hair was straightened, flowing beautifully on your bare back, as the shirt you were wearing only covered your chest. A silver chain was connecting two pieces of fabric on your back, making you flinch with every slight touch, because of the sheer coldness.

"Darling.. did I ever approve of... this outfit?" Yunho whispered, one of his hands going on your thigh. You tried to deny his touch, moving his hand away, but he only dug his nails deeper into your leg. You flinched, looking at him in the eyes, with an almost innocent look.

"Oh babe... don't you like it? Damn.. I thought it looked really nice" you said sheepishly, smiling at him.

"I didn't say I don't like it but... didn't we agree that these types of visible outfits are... only for me to see, hm?" he whispered and approached your neck with his lips, slightly biting it.

"Babe.. there's people around us. What would they think of you, seeing you kissing me like that?" you said, trying to get a reaction out of him but to your surprise, he remained calm and content, biting you harder.

"Do I look like I give a fuck? You did it to yourself, love. This is the first strike of tonight.. be careful for the rest of the time. I don't feel like destroying your beautiful body when we get back in the room." Yunho said, going in for a soft kiss on your lips.

"We'll see about that, babe." you said and got up from your seat, searching with your eyes the champagne bar.

Someone came behind your back. Of course, it was Yunho, all touchy on your bare waist, as the shirt you were wearing was pretty.. short.

"Babe.. I almost forgot" he mumbled.

"What did I tell you about denying my hand, hm?" his hands hovering your back, one of them on your ass and one on the nape of your neck, slightly squeezing it. "Hm? what did I tell you, mind sharing me your reason?"

"You told me that I should... never move your hand away from myself.." you said turning around to face him. "But... what's entirely wrong with it.. pretty boy? Don't you like it when I tease you..?" you said and gave him a kiss, your hands traveling from his neck to his collarbones, then from his chest to his belt, tugging at it for a second.

"This is.." he whispered. "Strike two.. my love." One more and we're out of here.. remember the rule?" he squeezed your ass, looking right into your eyes, seeing how eager you were to fuck him right there.

Several minutes pass and you were back to your table, sitting next to each other. He effortlessly pulled your seat closer to his, making you gulp at his power and speed. Looking him in the eyes you started being all touchy with him. Started from his hands, feeling up his slender and long fingers, then to his biceps. You stayed like that for a long minute, with your head resting on his shoulder, then one of your hands went straight for his crotch, no warning.

"Yunho, everything good? Why did you flinch, is it too cold here?" Seonghwa asked, confused.

"Ah yes, everything is fine, don't worry about it" he said smiling, squeezing your thigh, his hand going to your pussy, rubbing circles through your panties from under your skirt.

 "Babe... that's strike three, if you ask me." he said and patted you on your thigh, to make you look at him. He then looked around for the exit doors and excused himself, taking your hand into his.

"Joong, we'll be back, I need to take care of something at the agency" Yunho said and then dragged you out.

And as the two of you got out the doors, there was a long empty hall, no one was there. He slammed you to the wall, one of his hands on your throat and one lifting you up. He was going towards the elevator.

"Nh- babe, where are we going? you said through the kisses.

"Just upstairs, I reserved a room for us right here. I didn't think we'd need it but... you wanted to be a little slut so it serves us good. Aren't you my little whore, hm? All down for me, I saw you eye fucking me when you were getting champagne. You wanted me to fuck you dumb tonight, mm? he said while going in the elevator.

"What did you want me to do babe, hm? Did you miss my slaps and my cuffs? You little slut, you'll see what will happen if you're being a brat with me again" and right as he said this, he held you close as he opened the door with the keycard. He closed it and he dropped you on your bed.

Some meters from the king sized bed there was a small bag, and you knew so well what there was... cuffs, blindfolds, ropes.. everything you could think of as a sub. And yes.. the relationship between you and your husband, in private, was a dom/sub one. You found out that you were both into bdsm a while ago, when Yunho didn't resist anymore and tried something new on you. You loved it and... it became a really often practice.

"Love, spread out, now." he said as he went back to get something from the bag.

You were still dressed and he was too. But you could feel yourself leaking right on the bed. You knew you left a wet spot on the dark sheets, something that turned your man on even more.

"Told you to spread the fuck out, you brat. When did you get so naughty, hm? Want me to put you in your place? he said as he spread your legs out, tying them to the bed frame. You still had your clothes on, but the skirt was lifted up and the blouse was all messed up. He ripped of your panties and threw them on the floor.

You tried to say something but didn't have time to react. He went back to the bag and took out some cuffs, then got on the bed, his crotch, still dressed, rubbing on your folds. You could feel his bulge getting bigger, his pants getting thighter as he went further to tie your hands to the headboard.

"For all of what you did tonight.. babe, you'll get punished, you know that, right? he said as he hovered his hand over your throat and collarbones. "Stay still, I'll tie a sheer blindfold to your eyes. I want you to still be able to distinguish how I destroy your little and pretty pussy." 

"Yuyu.. please. Fuck me." you pleaded, trying to look him in the eyes. Whenever he tied a blindfold on your eyes.. it turned you on so bad. You couldn't properly see what was happening nor what he was doing, preparing what to do to you.. but it was thrilling.

"Hmm... what should I start with.. pretty slut, mm? Should I just edge you until you can't take it anymore and cum out of overstimulation and exhaustion, should I make you cry and not let you cum the whole night? Should I.... fuck you and deny your orgasm how you denied my hand? Tell me, sweetheart. I need words, not muffled sounds." he confidently said, giving you a smirk and his right hand going right to your blouse, easily unbuttoning it and throwing it away on the floor.

He hastly gets rid of your bra, his groping entirely unhelpful. Large hands, slender fingers roaming your body, sliding over your nipples, pressing and nibbling at them, cupping your breasts and hoisting your legs up and around his waist. Him, still clothed, you.. only with your skirt on, if that's even important.

"Fuck, Yuyu —" you gasp when he sucks a dark bruise into the skin of your neck, while one of his hands went to his shirt. He slowly unbuttoned it, then went for his pants. He undid them halfway and pushed towards you, getting a soft moan out of your slowly rising chest, heavy breathing from all the manhandling he did on you. He was taking his time. He absolutely loved seeing you begging for his cock, squirming and moving against his crotch in wish of friction. But.. Yunho left all his patience at the door.

"Babe, how did you get me this mad, hm? Did you even think about the consequences, you little slut? If that's what you wanted.. I'll destroy you, sweetheart."

Two of his fingers trace your hole before sinking into you, curling to find the right spot. All you can do is arch your back, your moans and cries soon muffled by one of his hands, as he chokes you.

"Is this what you wanted? rile me up so I'd fuck you hard tonight? all you needed to do is ask, sweetie." Yunho said, curling his fingers right into your sweet spot, receiving some loud moans from you.

You could ask and he'd give you the moon if he could. But he was a completely different person in bed. There's something about him taking you like this, almost feral, that makes your toes curl.. could it be his fingers and how he curls them in you so good that he makes you shiver and cum, maybe squirt all over the place? would it be... his cock and how deep you feel it in you, scared that he might destroy your insides?

He fucks his fingers into you sloppily, scissoring you open with little to no care if it hurts or not. It was clear that he only had one goal in sight, and that being stretching you out just enough to be able to take his cock.

It only takes a few more strokes before he's satisfied, the blunt head of his dick prodding at your entrance, getting loud whimpers from you.

"Use the safe word if it's too much" he said and started pounding into you, making your hands rocket to the headboard, holding on for dear life. It's the only warning he gives you but.. it's enough to get an understanding on how pissed he was. He was holding so thight onto your thighs, them around his waist, that you knew you'd have bruises the next day.

"So fucking tiny" he grunts as he watches you struggle to adjust to his size "Such a whore for my cock, mhm? You take it so well... even if it destroys you. Be my cumslut, won't you? I'll edge you until you can't take it anymore."

"Y-yunho !" you shouted as he used a vibrator on your clit, arching your back at the sensation. The puffed bud he was stimulating made you feel like you'd already come, but something else happend. Your walls clenched on his cock, receiving a low grunt and as he slowed down his thrusts, he watched you contently at how you squirted all over him and the bed.

"Oh wow, already? Lucky this is the only thing I'm letting you do, you little slut" he said as he thrusted even deeper, harder, sloppier into you.

"Babe, n-no don't do th-that I might c-cum" you said as he was giving you another round of circles on your clit, feeling how overstimulated you were.

"Nope, I won't let you" he said as he stopped, pulling out of you, your hole clenching on nothing.

He started rubbing his length lazily, looking at you squirming right in front of him. You wanted to be fucked dumb, until you couldn't walk anymore. But that wasn't his plan for tonight.

"Let's make a deal. If you make me cum only with your mouth, no hands and no sucking. Just touching, licking and nibbling, I'll let you cum. Otherwise, you'll get slapped and fucked... not in your little aching pussy, but deep down in your cute and red ass, until you cry. What do you say, babe, a pretty good deal, I'd say?" he said as he uncuffed your hands, lifting you on your knees.

The thing is... you weren't quite.. on your knees. You were spread out, your aching hole rubbing on the wet and sloppy linen underneath you. You started humping it slowly, not knowing if you were allowed to, but he somehow didn't mind it. He knew you weren't able to cum only from humping on a cloth so he let you do your thing.

"Now.. be my little cumslut and get on licking." he said guiding your head to his dick, throbbing on your lips. You had your hands cuffed at your back, not being able to move them. You started kissing, nibling at the tip, getting some nice groans out of him. Then you started licking the slit, putting pressure with your tongue and licking his length all down to the base of it. The circles you always make on the tip get him from being silent to being louder, as the sloppy sounds of your tongue turns him on more.

"Yes, just like that, sweetie. A liiiittle bit more and you're getting me closer."

You started nibbling, almost like sucking on his tip.

"Yuh, mhm. Go on, make me cum, you little whore" he said as his breath started getting faster, heavier, your licks getting sloppier as he tried so hard not to cum but... you did the deal. He came all over your face, as you were not allowed to suck it.

"Good girl, such a good girl you are" he said as he wiped off his load from your face with one hand and with the other one opening your mouth, his thumb on your bottom lip. He let his cum drip onto your tongue, signaling you by raising his brows to swallow. You did as he wanted, soon sucking his fingers to get every drop of his load.

"Y'know babe.. I kinda changed my mind in between your little nibbles." he said as he turned you over, on your belly, one of his hands on the back of your throat. "You're gonna take me so well, I will make sure of it." he said as two of his fingers went in your other hole, no warnings. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers curling up inside you. The same as before, his goal was to make your hole be able to engulf his length, but this time his goal was to bottom down entirely.

"Thought you could just leave me like that?" he wraps a hand around your waist, the other one on your neck, "leave me high and dry without any repercussions? You're lucky I'll keep my promise and let you cum so... cum, you little slut." as he started pounding heavily and deeply into you.

The hand he had on your waist goes to your pussy, curling them inside you and rubbing your clit.

You shake your head at his words, the coil in your tummy tightening with every word he hisses into your ear, wetness dripping down his balls and coating them as he pounds into your ass.

Yunho could feel you clenching around his cock, knows you're close by the familiar rhythm and your muffled whines rising in pitch. He removes his thight hold on your neck, letting you turn your head around, gasping for air.

"'m so close, fuck, yunho, gonna cum —"

Your entire body tenses then slumps down against the mattress, only held up by his strong arm around your waist. Yunho fucks you through your orgasm, through the oversensitivity and the chants of your little whimpers and words.

"too much, 's too much, please, s-stop" but you never use your safe word. You whine and you cry until your limp body is pushed over the edge again, eyes rolling back while you cream his cock, the 2nd time in a short time.

"c-can't," you whimper weakly, "please cum, please — Yunho, please-"

You're begging him so sweetly, voice cracking and body at his mercy. Yunho's hips stutter and his load spills deep inside of you. Your knees buckle under his waist and you whine when the two of you stumble back, his arms wrapped around your chest, all touchy on your breasts.

"You're gonna take my cum all, you little whore. Remember what I said, being my cumslut? Now, take it" he said as he continued pounding into you, getting you over the edge. He didn't lie when he said he'd destroy you, your knees trembling as he closed the gap between the two of you. He then pulled out, pumping his length and his other hand going to your clit over your thigh, sending you shivers down your spine as you squirt once again for the night, now your body being only handled by the hand he used on you.

"What a good whore I have, mm" he mumbled as he came on your back, slowing down his pumps as he slowly puts you down on the mattress.

"See babe? What happens if you're a fucking brat?" he said as he undid the blindfold, looking at your teary eyes.

"What, by the look you have, you want more, you little slut? Is that right?" he said as he slapped your ass.

"Don't worry, I wasn't even close to being done tonight, turn around, I want you to see me fucking you this time."

[innieseong]

“𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬”

✧꡴ - 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐛𝐟!𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✧꡴ - 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 - 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

✧꡴ - 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 - 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

✧꡴ - 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 𝟕𝟓𝟎 (𝐢𝐤 𝐢𝐤, 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠😔)

✧꡴ - 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨, 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, (𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐞𝐭𝐜?) 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 - 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬. (𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐞)

✢ - 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

✢ - 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

✢ - @innieseong

✧꡴ - 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 (?), 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐨, 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 <𝟑 (𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝:𝟑)

✧꡴

"Why can’t you just- ugh, fuck, you're so tight- Admit that he-ngh, likes you, shit," Yunho plunged his cock deep into your heat, bottoming inside you, groaning, stilling his movements as he grips your hips with a powerful grip.

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. It's familiar, comforting...and yet, it stirs something dark and possessive within him. Something that whispers insistently in his ear, telling him that you belongs to him and him alone.

He smirk into your neck as he feels you tighten around his cock, your heat clenching down on him like a vice. He knows just how to push your buttons, to drive you absolutely wild with lust. And he loves every second of it.

His hips start to move again, slowly, teasingly, letting you feel every thick inch of him. He keeps his grip on your hips firm, almost bruising in its intensity.

As much as he wants to keep going, to pound into you until you’re both screaming in ecstasy, Yunho knows he needs to get his point across first. He leans in close, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "Admit that I'm right about Michael. That he likes you, that he fucking wants you. Say it, and maybe I'll let you cum."

He punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, his cock hitting your g-spot dead-on. He grins at the choked moan that escapes your lips, knowing he's got you right where he wants you. You shake your head repeatedly, your mind blanking at the feeling of his cock, hoping you get your point across about Michael.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth possessively. At the same time, he reaches between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. He can feel you starting to tremble beneath him, your orgasm building rapidly under his skilled touch.

He tugs on your lower lip with his teeth as he pulls away slowly before letting it go with a chuckle as you moan softly. His piercing brown eyes bore into your eyes in the darkness of the car, almost like he's trying to see straight into their soul.

“You're mine, Y/N. All mines. Can you say it for me, love? Say you're mine," Yunho whispers, his voice dripping with possessiveness and love. He pulls out, slowly, tauntingly, the cool air hitting your flushed skin before he slams back in, setting a brutal pace that leaves you both panting and moaning. “I’m yours! Ngh, Fuck, yours.” You gasp out, head falling back against his steering wheel.

His eyes darken with intent as he hears you gasp out those sweet words.

"Fuck yes, you are," he whispers, his hips snapping forward with a sharp movement . The car rocks with each powerful thrust, the windows fogging up from the heat of your passion. Yunho can feel his own release approaching, his balls drawing up tight against his body as he chases his pleasure.

He leans down, capturing your lips in another bruising kiss, swallowing down your moans and cries. His hand moves from your clit to your throat, squeezing lightly, just enough to make you gasp.

"My perfect girl, my beautiful love," he rasps against their lips, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. "I'm going to fill you up, okay? Fill you with my babies." At those words, He feels your walls clench around him like a vise, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of ecstasy. He groans, the sensation sending shivers down his spine and making his cock throb inside.

"Fuck, that's it," he mutters, his hips continuing even as your body trembles beneath him. "Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock like the good girl you are."

With a final, brutal thrust, Yunho buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed into their willing body. He groans long and low, his face pressed against their neck, breathing in their scent as he rides out the waves of his orgasm, his body shaking.

Slowly, he pulls out, watching in satisfaction as his cum leaks out of your well-used hole. He scoops some up with his fingers, bringing them to your lips.

"Clean up your mess, baby," he purrs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "And then we'll go get that ramen I've been craving. After all, I worked hard for it, didn't I?"

✧꡴

✧꡴

[woongiesea]

🖤 ── 𝐿osing 𝒜ll 𝑀y 𝐼nnocence 𝐼n 𝒯he 𝐵ackseat

bttm!male reader x top!mingi (ateez)

in which after a heated club night, mingi teaches his best friend how to have sex !

content warning: gay sex, oral sex, anal sex, mingi's first time topping, virgin!reader / reader's first time, car sex, dacryphilia (?), fingering, size kink, unprotected sex (don't irl !), non-idol au (?) implied second round

lmk if there are any more :p

loosely inspired by addison rae's diet pepsi <33

author's note: hi everyonee !! tysm for all the love on the jiwoong fic, and im back with an anon req, sorry if this took too long im kinda busy with life :p. i wrote this in 3rd person instead of 2nd person this time so reading this might be diff from the first one. this is my first time writing for mingi so i hope its realistic lmao 😭

also mingichella ruined my life.

! MINORS DNI !

"So, where are we going?" y/n asked, curiosity laced in his tone. Currently he was sitting in front of the mirror, legs folded on the hotel room carpet as he dabbed a brush with black eyeshadow on the outer corners of his eyes, brushing through his black tresses, moving silky strands out of his eyes. "You randomly just told me to get ready without telling me anything..."

Y/n could hear shuffling around the hotel room. From the corner of his eyes he could see Mingi shuffling through his coats and leather jackets hanging in all their black and grey glory, waiting to be picked by him to go out in the cigarette-and-chanel no.5-smelling streets of new york.

You and Mingi were finally taking your "best friends" trip that the both had you been raving about since you learned about the existence of New York City. You could tell in Mingi's smirk that he was planning something, and you were scared what he was cooking up in that mischevious head of his.

"Should I just go bare-chested?" Mingi asked, from one corner of the hotel room, out of view from the mirror you peered into, searching for his face. You turned around from where his voice came.

Mingi ruffled his freshly dyed platinum-blonde hair, an impulse decision he made yesterday, claiming that it "would look hot". His leather pants stretched and wrinkled across his long legs and thighs with perfection, glistening under the harsh blindingness of the white hotel room lights. A black jacket draped his torso, with sparkling chains and necklaces adorning his neck. As he cheekily stated, it was obvious he was wearing no shirt underneath, a tackily zipped-up zipper threatening to reveal his lower torso and abs.

Y/n rolled his eyes, barely containing a gasp out of pure shock. "Fuckin' slut." he says, his tone laced with sarcasm. "It's a good outfit, but I don't know where we're going to, so I can't place you on the cunt-o-meter just yet."

Mingi raised an eyebrow. "Cunt-o-meter?"

Y/n rolled his eyes. "How much cunt you're serving. Depends on the occasion you're serving all this for." he says, eyes scanning over his 6 foot frame.

"Trust me, we need maximum point on the cunt-o-meter." Mingi cringed as the words came out his mouth, muttering a small "whatever that means."

"Well then, you're good to go, then!" Y/n says cheerily, his words accompanied by a quick "click!" of his makeup palette closing up. He fluttered his eyelids to show off his "edgy" eye look he was planning. "How do I look?"

Mingi smirked. "I like it, you look like a pretty boy." He giggled, showing off his gummy smile that made y/n heart skip a beat at his cuteness, despite how the other was dressed right now. Y/n got up, awkwardly twirling around to show off his outfit.

"Now, unlike you I am not a slut and do infact have self respect. How do I look?" Y/n's outfit was moderately simple - an oversized black sweater he borrowed from Mingi, with denim shorts cheekily teasing at his thighs, and the white knee-lenghts he was seemingly obsessed with.

At this, Mingi wrapped an arm around the shorter's shoulders, his arm seemingly overtaking his entire figure. He smiled. "Let's go."

timeskip

"Alright, that was the first and last time I'm going clubbing with your ass." Y/n groaned, practically collasping into the passenger seat of a somehow sober Mingi's car. Mingi giggled at his friend, who was currently rolling his eyes and proudly displaying him a middle finger. "And why didn't you tell me we were gonna go clubbing? I would've dressed sluttier!" Y/n whined.

"Wearing what, exactly?" Mingi raised an eyebrow in a cocky fashion. "You're scared to go to the pool shirtless. Heck, you can't even wear tank tops in front of me!" He teased. Mingi laughed at y/n's reaction, which was now both middle fingers being stretched in front of his face.

"Whatever. Atleast I don't have the lack of self respect that I let myself being tossed around between 4 guys !" Y/n exclaimed, pointing to Mingi's smudged lipgloss.

"Well, atleast I don't sit in the corner despite half the club trying to flirt with me!" Mingi replied with the same snarky tone. "And I remember that I don't own the glasses!"

"Song Mingi, I'm gonna kill you- and I didn't end up taking the glass with me, did I?" but Y/n's counterattack was ignored.

Mingi had a sinister look on his face. "You had atleast 5 guys foaming at the mouth to take you home, and yet you complain about being single." He smirked with a look of intrigue. "Could it be..." He leaned in closer to y/n till he ear brushed against his pink lips. "You don't know how to have sex, y/n?"

The flustered look on Y/n's face confirmed his suspicions. "Eyes on the road, idiot!" Y/n retaliated, causing Mingi to smirk as he continued driving.

"So, your innocent ass doesn't know how to fuck? How surprising for someone as freaky as you."

"Just keep driving or I'll cannibalize you."

Mingi's car suddenly came to a hault in some dark corner, in some street that seemed nowhere near the streets you memorized on the way to your hotel. Mingi leaned in closer, inhaling the smell of alcohol and your sweet perfume mixed with sweat that lingered on his sweater, currently draping your figure.

"Mingi, where are w-"

"Backseat. Now."

"What the fu-"

"Now."

smut below, minors dni.

"M-mingi, fuck!" Y/n's cheek was flush against the leather seat covers. In the darkness of the night. His shorts were thown away somewhere in the process, windows fogged up, the air conditioner's cool wind sending chills down Y/n bottom and thighs.

Mingi thrust his fingers in Y/n's hole scissoring him in an attempt to loosen up. Y/n's legs found their way to Mingi's shoulders, resting on them as Mingi held onto Y/n's thighs for dear life, imprinting the cool metal designs of Mingi's rings into the shorter's inner thighs. "Fuck, y/n, you're so tight~" He cooed, loving the whimpers that spilled out of the other's mouth. He didn't even bother taking off the other's pants, or his own, even. Mingi was impaitent to get to the good part immediately, simply choosing to unzip his zipper.

He trailed kisses down your neck - hot, open-mouthed kisses, leaving bites and marks across your collarbone and neck, nuzzling his hot face against the crook of your neck. "So responsive..." he groaned. "f I knew you made all those slutty sounds I would've wrecked you long ago..."

His words sent shivers down your spine. You didn't even have time to recollect yourself when Mingi pulled his fingers out, giving you a maximum of 5 seconds to relaxation before he forced his length into you. It wasn't the most girthy dick, but god, was it long and strong. You felt every individual vein, pumping up hard and fast into his erection. Mingi practically shreiked when you clenched around his lenght, hard and tight.

"God damn, so eager to get railed. I might just top more often." Mingi groaned, his voice hoarse and deep. He experimentally began thrusting in and out at a slow and then fast pace. His inconsistency drove you insane: He was trying you out, trying to see what got the best reaction from you.

That's when it happened: His dick slammed into your prostate, targetting a sensetive bundle of nerves. You twitched so hard you were surprised you didn't just cum right then and there. Mingi noticed your blissed-out expression and loud moan. He smirked. "You like that, pretty boy? Ya like when I slam into you like that?" You nodded desperately.

"Lemme do it again, then." A wicked smile adorned his face. And he did. Over and over, slamming down on your sweet spot. Estcasy claimed over you so many times as your velvet walls clamped down on his member. Both of you groaned in unison. Being on the edge of pleasure was so blaringly good that you didn't even realize when you tipped over, letting out velvet white ropes of your substance, coating Mingi and yourself.

"Cum for me, boy~" Mingi cooed, as he too, filled you with his load, blissfully rolling his eyes back as he bit his lip, riding out his high. His substance inside you was an intoxicating feeling. You never wanted it to end.

Mingi rested his forehead against yours, panting. "Let's continue this in the hotel." He smirked, and you nodded.

It was going to be a long night.

[uumiuyu]

low rider || p.sh (drabble)

pairing: sub!seonghwa x afab!reader

genre : smut, porn without plot

warnings: riding (pegging) n more (minimal proof read)

word count: 700+

“fuck.. ahh~” seonghwa hissed out. he hurriedly found your lips to sooth the pain of adjusting to you.

your hands gripped firmly around his slutty waistline, giving you leeway to push more dick into him. he let out a soft grunt on your lips as you finally bottomed out.

you moved him up and down on the shaft. the lewd clapping ringing loud each time you landed a stroke into him.

his soft moans mixed with the music playing from the stereo. his heavy breathing fogging up the car with a thick moisture.

you could see the stretch of his pretty pink hole everytime you moved in and out.

you cursed under your breathe, feeling yourself grow wetter at the site.

he bites his lip with harshness, wrapping his arms around the headrest behind you. he could barely think with the way you were stuffing him full.

he felt so nasty having you fuck him like this. his desperation got the best of him and he just had to have you here and now.

even if it meant you fucking him in the driveway of your house.

“m-more~ more baby… nngh~” he rocked his hips feverishly, feigning to wrap himself more and more around you. he attacked your lips with a burning passion, moans slipping right onto your tongue.

he began to bounce up and down on the shaft, indulging in his pleasure. his tip started rubbing against the fabric of your shirt, making him whimper more and more.

his eyes rolled back slightly, vision blurring from the sensations he was experiencing.

you hum in pleasure seeing him so fucked out. it’s like a reward to you. his panting and low cries of your name filled your body with undeniable lust.

“fuck.. you’re taking me so well baby.” you whispered onto his lips, grabbing a handful of his plump ass, smacking it soon after.

he gasped in shock, his moans increasing in volume.

you softly chucked, amused at how undone he’s became.

“you couldn’t even make into the house baby?” you started.

“my bunny’s such a slut, he lets me fuck him wherever huh?” you taunted him with a lifted brow.

his eyes were glued shut, his response incoherent throughout his whines.

unsatisfied, you landed another strike on his cheek, soothing it with a rub.

his eyes shot open, looking up into the roof of the car, trying to find his words somewhere.

he couldn’t even think straight with the way you were stuffing him. with your dirty talk, he was bound to cum any second now.

“need y-you… please~” he mumbled, burying his head in your tits.

“speak up, pretty boy.” you sternly grabbed his hips, grinding him against you.

he gasps, his head tossing back. he picks up the pace in his hips.

his dick began to twitch. the thick shaft throbbed, frotting between your bodies.

“k-keep fucking m- *hic* me… don’t stop~” he begged, his cherry-red flushed face finally in your view.

he was a whimpering mess, babbling sweet nothings into the universe.

he had so much to say but nothing on his mind.

you reached your hand down to firmly grip his cock, lightly squeezing the swollen tip.

seonghwa yelped, his body slightly tensing up.

you knew he was close.

“you’re so close aren’t you baby?” you coo, beginning to stroke him at a quicked pace.

he nods his head feverishly, mouth hung agape.

he was definitely slobbering everywhere, but he didn’t care.

his mind was numb. his ecstasy was pending.

warm tears started to stain his rosy cheeks, trickling down his gorgeous face.

“m-m’ so close… *nngh* fuckk! y-yes~” his voice trembled harshly.

his eyes threatened to close shut again. but, you weren’t having that.

your second hand found its way onto seonghwa’s silkly scalp, tugging him to directly face you.

“look at me bunny. let me see that pretty face when you cum for me. you gonna cum for me?”

he choked out his moans, tears running non stop. he bucked his hips against you with all the stamina he had, his climax in the horizon.

“yes! f-fuck! m’ cumming m’- ahh~” he sobbed.

with one last grind of the hips, his body tensed up as pleasure washed over him.

he froze in place as his milky webs painted his tummy and your hand.

his eye slightly twitched as you continued to pump his shaft.

he blabbered incoherently, his mind out of his body during his orgasm.

you placed soft pecks on his lips, calming him down from his high.

his eyes closed shut as he went limp against your chest, heaving an exasperated sigh.

you knew it was lights out for him.

and sure enough, the bunny boy was sound asleep on top of you.

in the front seat of your car.

[oimitocat]

ATEEZ REACTION TO….

….reader having a big dick (established relationship)

ᡴꪫ HONGJOONG…. had no idea what you were being so shy for. he was riled up beyond anything and seeing you be so hesitant for him to go under your waistband was annoying him a bit.

your hand was gripping his wrist even as his fingers dipped under your shorts.

“baby i don’t care if you’re sma-“ his eyes drop when he sees your tent. just the size of it was enough for him to drool. he definitely made sure you got rid of that shyness.

ᡴꪫ SEONGHWA…. is also shy. he found it cute that the two of you were in the same situation- trying to hide from each other and stick to kisses and wandering hands. but let’s be honest, he was aching for more.

so hearing you offer something outside of his plans upset him. he stared at you with his pretty eyes until you swallows and gave in. his eyes almost come out of their sockets when he sees how big you are. definitely shuts you up with kisses and a helpful mouth.

ᡴꪫ YUNHO….’s large hands were antsy. he needed to feel more and see more. you kept focusing more on his hands than on his kisses. you do anything to keep him away from below your shorts but…

yunho lets out a breathless moan when you spring free. he takes no time in working on you, praising you through and through.

ᡴꪫ YEOSANG…. was already on top of your lap. you were mentally begging he didn’t feel you because that was enough to give away how big you were. yet he kept moving his hips and when he pushes you down to lay on the pillows, just as he moves to crawl into a better position- he sees your tent.

you swallow at the immediate gaze he gives you. he’s surprised but so exited. he definitely shows you how much and his lovely voice coaxes you more than you coax him when he sinks down on it.

ᡴꪫ SAN…. wasted no time in demanding to see you. he was on a mission and he needed to fulfill it pronto. so when he sees how quiet you become when he pulls your out of your boxers, he smiles.

“i can take you baby,” he says eagerly, “imma prove it.” and he makes sure you don’t forget how much he’s in love with every single part of you.

ᡴꪫ MINGI…. was putting little to no work. our pillow princess was enjoying your attention in the form of kisses and gropes but he desperately needed more. he was so confused at how you tried to shy away from the deed.

actually, you weren’t, you were just trying to make him understand your size isn’t all that. i promise you, the second he sees it and the second he FEELS it, he’s letting you know it’s all that.

ᡴꪫ WOOYOUNG…. has a big mouth. you have a big dick. he has a big mouth. he has the AUDACITY to bully you over your shyness. your shyness goes out the window immediately.

he had it planned all along apparently. making sure you know he’s uncaring of your size. it turns into a rile competition and you end up showing him he should be nicer.

ᡴꪫ JONGHO…. tried not to panic. not over the fact that you were big. but at the fact he was just as shy as you were. the two of you sat in a dry silence until he makes eye contact with your flushes face.

in the end, you had to work with his shyness and your own. he was really willing. it awkward, funny and purely genuine. he definitely assures you he won’t be shy afterwards.

[justaaveragereader]

Pay Attention

Pairing: Yunho x Reader + Mingi

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Spit Roasting, Choking, Cuckholding, Mingi Watches Reader Get Fucked, Spit, Raw Sex (Wrap It Upppp People!), Slapping, Name Calling (Pretty Girl, Cute Thing), Deep Throating, Yunhos Dirty Talk/Praise Almost Sounds Like It’s Degrading, Praise, Manhandling, Rough Sex, If I Missed Anything…Lemme Know👀👀!

A/N: I swear the brain rot I have bc of that photo of Yunho and Mingi should be criminal! Can you imagine being on both the giving and receiving end of them lmaoooIWantThemBadlylmaoooo. Good news, I’m trying to get back into the swing of writing, I haven’t felt much motivation bc I’ve had so much shit going on but slowlyyyy it’s coming back to me, and things are starting to slow down in my life which means more time for writing! Tbh sometimes it’s easier to do quick little fics like this, but I LOVE writing a good 5k+ fic😔! I got some WIPs in store and I can’t wait to share them! So onto the fic we go!

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Roughly grabbing his collar Yunho pulls Mingi closer. Halting his hips that are pushed flush against the plump flesh that is your ass. A loud whimper leaves your mouth that is currently filled with Yunhos cock. The vibration around his member makes Yunho hunch forward a bit more, cock sliding further down your already stuffed throat.

“You aren’t thrusting hard enough.” Yunho grits out, fist full of Mingis collar. His black leather jacket long gone on the floor, his turtleneck is practically glued to his skin from the sweat due to the hot small room they are in. Yunhos warm breath fans out across Mingis face, reddened cheeks, black slacks around his muscular thighs. His head cocks back letting out a loud whine. Gripping harder, Yunho jerks Mingi back slightly making his head roll forward.

Mouth pooling with saliva that drops and hits the couch cushions underneath your body, skirt hiked up past your hips, panties sticking out of Yunhos pocket. Your nose brushing against his soft skin, inhaling his scent, and drinking the precum that slides down your throat as you wait for him to finish instructing Mingi.

“You gotta fuck her hard, good girls like her don’t get satisfaction unless you drill it into their skulls.” He says while letting go of Mingis collar slightly shoving him back. Hand traveling down the side of your face, swiping a firm thumb against your bottom lip that has a thick string of saliva spilling from it. The same thumb that lowers and clutches your aching chin. Your eyes flutter up to meet his, dark eyes soaking in your form. From this angle he looked like a God, shirt off but he kept his black jacket on, black hair tousled from how long they had been at this.

“Isn’t that right baby?” He says through a whisper, his lips twitch at the end of his sentence. He swore this was supposed to be a lesson for you, yet this felt like a lesson for you both. His hand comes up to grab your head, his large hand engulfing the top of it, before slamming you down even further on his length. Saliva hitting his toned bare thighs, the sudden movements has you choking slightly, cunt clenching on Mingis pulsing cock. With a stutter of his hips, he grips your hips, letting out a loud whine.

“I c-can’t Yun-Yunho.” Mingi whines out, tears filling his water line. His toes clenching, eyes squeezing shut trying his best not to explode into your warm, wet cunt. Trying not to bust was a job all in itself. Hunching himself over your body, cock digging even further down your throat, choking on inch after inch. You try your best to breathe through your nose, the soft hair on his groin begins to comfort your nose, inhaling his scent with each second that goes by.

“Go sit down.” Yunho says, voice thick with demand. His eyes cut at Mingi who is hell bent on trying his best not to disappoint the man in front of him, his best friend. Pulling out of your wet cunt with a wet squelch he lets out a breath of relief, his reddened cock bobbing at the cool air hitting it. Plopping himself down across from you and Yunho, his long limbs hang tiredly all over the chair. Pulling out of your mouth, he steps back, making his back to your backside. With each wet cough you hack, your eyes water with the feeling of fresh air filling your lungs.

“Eyes on us.” Yunho says, shifting your body slightly, hands running over your soft skin, thumb tracing the deep curve of your back. His eyes darted up to Mingi, whose pants are still wrapped around his thighs, cock practically begging for relief. Those soft traces Yunho was giving you are now dead, his hands roughly grab your skin, grabbing handfuls of whatever he can grab before tapping his cock against your wet entrance. Cunt practically screaming for relief, with one smooth slide he enters your pussy, the difference in his girth knocks the wind out of you, your head falling face first into the cushions til you feel a hand wrap around your throat, tugging you up, backside firm against his chest. Your eyes immediately fill with tears, the new position change has you seeing stars. As long as you’ve been with Mingi, never have you felt a feeling like this in your lower belly. His hand that is gripping on your throat helps hold your head up. Right in your line of vision is Mingi, who looks just as helpless as you. Drawing his hips back, the tip of his cock barely at the entrance of your cunt, he slams up into you, your body lurching forward.

His cock leaves a bulge in your lower belly with each strike up of his hips, your mouth falls open, no noises leave your throat. You can't help but shut your eyes, soaking in the pleasure Yunho is giving you, Mingi is a soft lover, you are normally the one giving pleasure, not that he doesn’t return the favor but Yunho he's a hard lover, a firm one. The drastic difference between the two was like a splash of water on your face. You don’t expect it yet when it was over the cool feeling was refreshing.

“Look at him.” Yunho says, voice layered with many emotions. Dominance is the one that outweighs each one. The slight growl that hangs on the edge of each word he makes sure to punctuate as he’s deep in your cunt. Your juices soak him, his thighs, the fabric of his pants hugging his skin. You are enjoying the way he’s manhandling you, the way Mingi helplessly watches you get rag dolled around by his best friend. His eyes grow darker with each gasp you let out, head firmly against his chest as he’s slamming into you, the wet sopping noise in the small room leaves very little to the imagination as to what is going on inside. His hand tightens on your throat as you begin to babble out his name in tiny, desperate whimpers. Your hand coming up to clutch his own. You need anything to anchor you as you begin to feel that heat boiling in your lower stomach. With each deep slam of his hips, your body hiking up against his moist chest, he smiles at Mingi who is gawking at the sight in front of him.

“This is how you fuck a pretty girl, Mingi. Got a cute one and don’t even know how to fuck her correctly.” He says through a smile, eating up the sight in front of him. Your fucked out face, Mingis wide eyes and twitching cock, the wet sound of slapping skin. This was his personal heaven. The hand that was wrapped around your throat moves up to squish your cheeks, body flushed with heat, drool dripping from your swollen lips.

“Go on baby, tell Mingi this is how you wanna be fucked.” Yunho whispers loudly in your ear. A loud whine leaves your throat, eyes fluttering with the way his voice dances in your ear. Cunt clenching onto his member that’s pistoning in and out of you. With a obnoxiously loud gulp you attempt to tell Mingi just how you wanna be fucked.

“I-I wanna b-be fu-fuc-.” His hand tightens on your face, your cheeks squishing tighter together cutting your sentence short. Lips puckering together, with a stream of drool dripping down onto your chest.

“Fuck..” Mingi whispers out, clearly turned on by seeing his girl be rag dolled around by a man who wasn’t him.

“She’s a cute thing.” Yunho says through a chuckle, slowing down his thrusting to go slow and deep. The feeling of his cock bullying its way into your lower belly has you almost doubling over in the sudden feeling. Your body is attempting to hunch forward if it wasn’t for his strong grip on you.

“Ah, Ah, Ah, where do you think you're going?” Yunho whispers into your ear, licking the shell of it before nipping at the lobe. Pausing his thrusts he moves you to the side, so Mingi had a side view of just how he’s fucking you. Chest flushed against the soft cushions, your sweaty face pushed against the soft fabric. With a firm hand Yunho places his hand between your shoulder blades keeping you firmly in place.

“Does she run from your cock to Mingi? Or are you being extra special for me today baby?” he questions through a whisper, hand getting more firm by the second. You can feel his cock pulsing in your walls, you are just mere steps away from an orgasm.

“When you got a pretty thing like her.” Yunho says while grabbing your right ass cheek firmly, spreading them apart to spit on your stuffed pussy. That action alone has you so close to coming undone on him. With a loud whimper Mingis eyes glue to where Yunho’s cock meets your cunt, pussy just dripping with arousal.

“You have to remind her of her place.” Yunho says while firmly planting his foot on the couch, with one foot remaining on the floor.

“Because if you don’t, how will pretty girls like her ever be rewarded?” Yunho says in a low tone, a tone you’ve never heard, as his grip never wavers from your shoulder blades you make eye contact with Mingi whose cock is twitching at the sight in front of him.

“Eyes on me Mingi. I’m about to teach you how to fuck your girlfriend.”

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[thetypingpup]

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Jerking off mingi while he sucks your tits, letting him press his face into your chest to muffle his moans. You let out soft sounds of your own, loving the pleasure emanating from where his tongue toys with your sensitive nipple, but that's nothing compared to the muffled groans he lets out. You feel his cock twitching in your hand, begging for release as you take your time stroking his length.

"Please can I cum?" He murmurs, nuzzling your chest and holding back a whine.

"Not yet baby," You tease, slowing your pace and drawing out that whine he's been holding back. You chuckle and tell him that, "It's too much fun to play with you. I couldn't possibly end the fun so soon."

A petulant indignance flashes in his eyes. This is the third time you've denied him orgasm. His hand comes up to palm your breast, kneading softly as he pleads in a voice just as soft, "Please, please can I cum. I've been such a good boy, please. I've been so good for you."

"Hmmm, that you have. Maybe I should reward you." You ponder aloud, grabbing the lube and letting the slick liquid drip onto his cock. The clear lubricant makes every part of his cock glisten, mouthwateringly so, standing thick and tall between his trembling thighs. His sculpted abdomen heaves with his heavy breaths, his arms wrapped around you to hold you close. So tall and so broad, yet he curls himself into you, making himself small and subservient to your every whim. It exhilarates you, how you can effortlessly reduce him to such a submissive state, completely bare and ready for you to do whatever you want with him.

Which is why you decide to keep playing with him. You wrap your hand around his cock, reveling in the firm girth that meets your palm, and slowly stroke his length. The slick sound of your hand on his dick brings a red tinge to his cheeks, which he hides by burying his face between your boobs once more. You sigh in content at the warmth of his lips moving over your boobs, leaning back to give him more room to kiss.

"Good boy." You whisper to him, stroking his hair with your other hand, "That's my good boy."

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

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ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴏᴅꜱᴀᴋᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴛᴇ/ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ & ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜰʟᴀɢ

You were pissed, frustrated, angry, grumpy because of Seonghwa. You stomped your way towards the meeting room, your hands holding onto your white pretty handbag tightly in anger. You didn't give a damn about the serious discussion going on inside with so much commotion and random people talking which you could see from the glass door. Your hands grip the door handle, before pushing the door open wide making all the attention in the room move to you. Your eyes directly land on Seonghwa who sat on his chair, his eyes widened when he finds you at his meeting door.

You shrug off the different looks that were thrown your way by the mafia men around the table and make your way towards your husband. You stamp your handbag on the table, hard, which made a loud noise. Seonghwa heaves out a long sigh, rubbing his fingers over his temples before giving you his most unbothered look. "What is it, doll?"

A scoff is instantly escaping from your throat at his tone, your lips turning up in an unbelievable smile from his eyebrow raise. "What is it? You're fucking asking me what is it? Park fucking Seonghwa, you freaking abandoned me, your wife for literally fifteen days and you have the nerve to ask me WHAT IS IT?" All the men flinched at the raise in your voice, but Seonghwa's expression remains unfazed. But the way his eyes darken and his pupils dilate at your outburst doesn't go unnoticed by him.

Seonghwa slowly clears his throat before standing up and fixing his dark purple overcoat. "Everyone, please leave, I'd like to postpone this meeting. I have something to take care of." You could hear the dark tone at the end of his sentence making you smirk, knowing it was working. "Oh look! The big boss is embarrassed isn't he? You don't have balls big enough to deal with me in front of everyone do you? Or are you ruining your goddamn reputation?" You secretly praised yourself for pushing his right buttons cause his nose instantly flares up from your words.

Seonghwa's figure turns around, hovering over you as he stares down at you. His eyes slightly twitch in anger, when he notices your teasing smile. "Behave, little girl." His deep voice whispers next to you, and you could feel your thighs clenching at the voice. You notice the way everyone stands up, walking out of the room under his order. You decide to take it to the second step when you notice Yeosang about to leave from your peripheral vision. Your eyes lighten up at the perfect idea that pops up in your head.

"Yeosang! Don't leave, please." You twirl on your heels, and run towards him with the most menacing smile on your face. The poor boy just looks at you in confusion, his eyes slightly widening when you hide behind his broad back, your arms wrapping around his well built-up biceps. That was the last straw for Seonghwa before he marched over to you, his hands roughly grasping on your wrist, pulling you from behind Yeosang. Although the younger was more buff than Seonghwa, the older's height definitely intimidated Yeosang. Plus, no one could ever escape those shard dark eyes.

"Yeosang, you can leave." Seonghwa tries hard to not make it obvious that he was clearly angry but definitely failed. Yeosang quickly leaves the room, not wanting to face his fury.

One moment you are giggling to yourself and the next you are gasping when Seonghwa slams you against the desk, his hand coming up to wrap around your neck. "Fucking brat, you got some damn nerve coming up here and putting on a show in front of all my workers." He whispers next to your ear, his deep voice ringing inside your head. "Why? Got caught? Embarrassed? Come on Hwa, you're such an-" Your words were instantly cut off by a slap being delivered to your right cheek and you gasp while looking at him with widened eyes.

Before you knew it, you were turned around and Seonghwa's hand came to press you down against the table. His hands yank your skirt up, and rip off your panties in a swift moment. "Now you either shut your mouth unless you want me to take you home and punish you. I'll have you screaming in no time, little girl." Your thighs shudder from his deep voice and you take in his soft scent. "Make me." Your teasing tone challenges him, but his hand just presses your lower on the wooden table.

His hands abandon your neck and just as you were about to raise yourself, you hear his deep voice throw a command. "Stay still, brat." You quickly stop your movements and stay down, not wanting to push his buttons further. You whimper slightly when you hear the click of his belt and instantly you feel the stinging sensation on your bare ass, swallow your words. You moan out instantly, your eyes closing shut when the hard leather makes contact with your soft flesh. "D-Daddy, that was hard." You bit on your bottom lip in pain when his hand comes down to strike against the bruised spot.

"Wasn't this what you asked, slut? You come up here, having an attitude in front of me and expect me to let you get away with it?"

You could definitely not control the loud moan that escapes your throat from the pain elicited on your skin. Your moan turns into a whimper when his long slender fingers tease your hole. His fingers rub over your clit at a very slow pace, his fingertips poking at your entrance. You whine from his teasing, your hips pushing up against his bulge. Your tactics make him swiftly grip your hips and ground your hips against the table. Seonghwa smirks, when he hears your whines get louder as he teases you by pressing your bulge against your wet folds before pulling away in seconds, not giving you a chance to rut against him.

"Daddy, please, don't tease." You beg in your pathetic tone, the need of pleasure and the lack of his touch taking over you. His hands caress your soft skin, raking over your arched back. If only he could care less about your begging tone. His dick hardened at the sight in front of his eyes, your back arched as your legs shook for friction. His fingers trail towards your clit again, only for him to retract his fingers quickly.

You huff in anger, your hands balling up in fists. Seonghwa knew all this teasing was getting to your head and he was absolutely loving it. "For fucks sake, Seonghwa, I didn't come all the way here to get teased. I'd rather have Yeosang take care of me-" You were obviously cut off by his hand that immediately comes up to wrap around your neck, squeezing hard. "I dare you to fucking say that again, slut. You think anyone will dare to touch this pussy, this pussy is fucking mine, all mine to fuck. Mine to fuck full to the the brim with my cum."

You could feel yourself clench around nothing from his words, they definitely aroused you to the core. Your mind was turning hazy over his possessiveness when his hands came down to slap against your womanhood. You scream at his sudden action, while Seonghwa chuckles deeply behind you. "Well deserved for a brat that can't keep her mouth shut." His voice rasps behind you, and without a warning his fingers push deep inside you making your eyes bulge out. "D-Daddy- m-more" You speak in between your choked sobs, your hands gripping the corner of the wooden table in desperation.

"Such a greedy little girl. You want more? I'll give you more, doll."

The whine you let out when you feel him pull his fingers out, quickly turns into a loud moan when he shoves his dick into you without a warning. Your figure jerks forward from the force of his hips, and his hip bones slam against your ass. You chew on your bottom lips to stop yourself from letting more noises escape. But your movements were instantly stopped with his hand coming down to slap your pussy cruelly, his hips having no mercy as he ruts into you at an animalistic pace.

"Scream my name doll, let everyone know who's fucking you this hard. Let them know who's punishing you till you moan." Your eyes roll back in pleasure, and your moans nowhere being controlled as they just get louder. His hands come down to rub against your clit harshly, his fingers flicking at your clit. You could only let out a loud scream when you burst around his long cock. Seonghwa curses from the way you clench around him, your inner walls constricting around him.

His hands slap your clit out of the blue again making you wince in pain, "Who's pussy is this? Who owns this little pussy of yours huh?" Your words get caught in your throat but you instantly muster up all the willpower. "Y-Yours- I'm going t-to cum-" His hips rut into you at a faster pace when you finish your sentence, his cock slamming inside you at an insane pace. Your loud moans, the lewd skin-slapping noises and the creaks of the wooden table were definitely audible to everyone outside but you didn't care.

His hands smack your bruised ass one last time before he thrusts deep inside you, his cock twitching with cum leaking out. You cum around his cock at the same time and your pussy clenches hard around him, making his eyes roll back as he smirks. His cock fills you to the brim with his liquid, and your legs twitch convulsively making you almost lose your balance. Seonghwa instantly wraps his hand around your waist, supporting you up as he slowly pulls his cock out of your abused hole.

Seonghwa slowly makes you sit on the best corner, while he takes pleasure at the sight of both of your juices leaking out of your hole and dripping down to your legs. Your figure leans over his tall frame in exhaustion and your head is rested against his built-chest. "Tired, princess?" You just nod your head while your hands move to cling onto him.

Your exhausted eyes don't bother to open up when he slowly lifts you up and wraps you in a blanket as he walks you over to the couch. Just as he was about to move away from you, your hands gripped onto his overcoat and you whine. "What is it, little girl?" You collect all the strength you have in yourself before mounting over his lap. "Cockwarm me?" You could immediately feel his cock harden under your bare womanhood and Seonghwa curses at the thought. "Your wish princess."

Okay I have to say, this isnt a smut I'm rather very proud of butt... I HAD TO DRINK CANS OF WATER AT WRITING THIS--

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[starmatzz]

Can u write like Dom yunho with grooming kink nd CNC

Like he loves to take care of y/n who is a dumb innocent doll

As she starts realising that the rules (she can't go out of the house without yunho, no friends, no work, yunho dresses her) yunho has for her are kinda crazy and tries to escape but gets caught

A full smut

𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

bf!Yunho x gf!reader | smut | 4.6k

nsfw tags:

dom/sub, dollification, pet names, cnc, grooming kink, abuse, violence, controlling, handcuffs, gag, choking, threatening, vaginal sex, mxf, possessive behavior, cum, mocking, punishment, brainwashing, free use, daddy kink

author's note: phew! i tried my best hehe..hope you'll like it

You stood in the dimly lit living room, your hand resting against the cool glass of the window as you watched people your age laughing and walking together outside. Their voices carried through the air, light and carefree, while you remained on the other side of the glass—watching, not joining.

“What are you looking at, darling?”

A deep voice rumbled behind you, warm and familiar. You turned to see your boyfriend standing there, watching you with a soft, unreadable expression.

“I was wondering…” you hesitated, your voice small, uncertain. “If I could maybe… go outside sometimes.”

Your gaze dropped to the floor as soon as the words left your lips, as if saying them aloud made them too fragile, too easy to dismiss. The room was quiet for a moment, save for the faint sound of laughter filtering in from outside.

“Not today, my sweet girl, but tomorrow we can,” Yunho murmured, his voice gentle as he lifted your chin with a careful touch. 

“I’ll pick out some cute clothes for you,” he continued, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Gonna make you look all pretty when we go outside, hm?” He tilted his head slightly, watching your expression as if making sure you weren’t too disappointed.

“Well… I was thinking that maybe I could go… alone,” you said carefully, your voice barely above a whisper.

The change in Yunho was immediate. His smile faded, and his warm gaze darkened, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. The playful tilt of his head stilled, his grip on your chin tightening just slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch.

“Alone?” he echoed, as if tasting the word on his tongue, testing it. The room felt quieter now, the laughter from outside suddenly distant, as if the world beyond the window had pulled away.

You quickly realized your mistake, shaking your head as a nervous chill ran down your spine.

“N-no…” you stuttered, your voice barely steady.

Yunho’s eyes stayed locked on yours, unreadable, his grip lingering just a second longer before he finally let go. The weight of his gaze felt heavy, pressing down on you like an invisible force.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his lips curving into a small smile—one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He brushed a thumb over your cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. “You don’t need to go alone, princess. I’ll take care of you, always.”

The words were meant to be comforting, but something about them sent a shiver down your spine.

When evening came, Yunho guided you to the bathroom, his touch gentle but firm as he helped you wash your hair. His fingers worked through the strands with practiced care, massaging your scalp in slow, deliberate circles. The warm water cascaded down your back, but even in its comforting heat, you couldn’t ignore the way his presence lingered—always watching, always tending to you like you were something fragile, something to be kept.

Later, in your bedroom, he sat you down in front of the vanity, the low hum of the blow dryer filling the quiet space. His fingers combed through your damp hair, smoothing out any tangles with soft strokes before carefully drying each section. He was meticulous, ensuring every strand was perfectly in place, just the way he liked.

Yunho always made sure you looked perfect for him—his perfect doll. Hair carefully styled with delicate bows or glittering clips, soft makeup dusted over your cheeks, and the cutest outfits he could find. You were his masterpiece, his sweet, delicate thing.

“All done,” he murmured, setting the blow dryer aside and tilting your chin up to meet his gaze in the mirror. A satisfied smile played on his lips as he admired his work.

“Perfect, just like always.”

Yunho gently slid the robe off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet. The cool air brushed against your skin, but before you could react, he was already slipping a pair of soft pink shorts up your legs, his touch slow and deliberate.

“There we go,” he murmured, his voice soothing as he smoothed the fabric over your hips.

Next, he grabbed one of his shirts—a loose, oversized thing that still carried his scent—and carefully guided it over your head. The material hung off your frame, drowning you in its warmth, the sleeves nearly covering your hands.

His eyes softened, but there was something possessive in the way he looked at you, like he was making sure you belonged to him in every possible way.

He reached out, gently brushing your hair back into place before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Now, let’s get you to bed, sweetheart.”

Like always, Yunho pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, tucking the blankets around you before pulling you close. His warmth surrounded you, his steady breathing in your ear like a lullaby. It was routine—his kiss, his touch, his presence wrapping around you like an unshakable force.

But tonight, sleep didn’t come.

Your mind was restless, turning over thoughts you usually pushed away. You stared at the ceiling, heart beating a little too fast, a little too loud.

The rules.

You weren’t allowed to go outside alone.

You couldn’t have friends.

You couldn’t work.

You couldn’t even dress yourself.

Everything—every part of your life—belonged to Yunho.

And for the first time in a long time, you wondered what it would feel like to take something back.

The night had passed slowly, and when morning finally came, you didn’t expect anything to be different.

Yunho woke you gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face with the same tenderness he always had. His touch, warm and familiar, stirred you awake from your dreams, and you blinked up at him, still wrapped in the haze of sleep.

“Good morning, my sweet little girl,” he murmured, his voice smooth and comforting.

Before you could fully gather your senses, he scooped you up, cradling you in his arms as he carried you to the bathroom. His movements were effortless, like it was second nature to take care of you in every way. He set you down carefully and began the usual morning routine: running the water just the right temperature, helping you wash your face, brushing your hair, guiding you through the motions with the same quiet patience as always.

Then, he dressed you again—soft, pastel clothes, always perfectly chosen to suit you. Your world, your body, your choices, were all carefully controlled by him, as if he were constructing the perfect image of you, piece by piece.

You looked in the mirror, and for a moment, it all felt so ordinary. Until your own reflection stared back at you, and a small, unfamiliar thought flickered in the back of your mind.

You sat across from Yunho at the breakfast table, the soft clink of utensils in the quiet morning air. He was holding his usual cup of coffee, his eyes thoughtful as he stared into the dark liquid, as if pondering something important.

“I was thinking…” Yunho began, his voice slow, deliberate. “That I need to protect you more.”

You paused, the air suddenly feeling heavier, though you couldn’t place why. His gaze met yours, intense and steady, and for a brief moment, you wondered what exactly he meant.

Then, with a small smile, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out—a delicate bracelet, glinting softly in the light.

“This,” Yunho continued, his fingers brushing over the smooth surface of the bracelet as he held it out to you, “allows me to watch you y/n, wherever you are.”

Your eyes widened as he placed it in your palm. The weight of the object felt strangely heavy, like it held more than just its physical presence. It was a tether, a connection you hadn’t asked for, yet there it was, pressing against your skin.

“You’ll always be safe,” he said, his voice low and reassuring, but there was something in the way he said it that made a shiver run down your spine. “Always.”

You nodded, unsure what else to say, your fingers tightening around the bracelet as you tried to make sense of the feeling growing in your chest.

“But why—” you started, confusion clouding your voice as you looked at the bracelet in your hand.

“Don’t worry your pretty head about it, angel,” Yunho interrupted, his smile soft but insistent, as if the answer was already clear and you didn’t need to ask any more questions.

His thumb gently wiped the corner of your mouth, where a small smear of yogurt had left a mark. The tender gesture was so familiar, so routine, and yet, it felt almost too intimate in that moment, like he was reminding you of how little you needed to worry about anything but him.

“You don’t need to understand everything,” he murmured, eyes fixed on you as if watching for any hint of resistance. “Just trust me, okay?”

The sudden ringing of Yunho’s phone cut through the moment, and he groaned softly, irritation flashing across his face.

“Gotta answer this,” he muttered, standing up from the table. He didn’t even glance at you as he straightened his shirt, the usual calm demeanor falling into place. “Be a good girl while I deal with this, okay? Make me proud.”

He petted your hair, fingers gently brushing through the strands, and for a second, you almost felt comforted by the gesture. But then, he was turning away, heading upstairs with his phone pressed to his ear, his footsteps echoing in the quiet house.

You sat there, the empty space around you feeling oddly suffocating, the sound of his voice drifting off into the distance. It wasn’t the first time he had left you alone, but something about it felt different this time. Something about his words lingered in the air, unspoken expectations hanging like a weight over your chest.

You were left with your thoughts again, the bracelet still resting heavy in your palm, and the quiet feeling of being… controlled.

The weight of everything—his rules, his control, the constant feeling of being watched—had built up over time, but now, it felt unbearable. The room was quiet, the house still, but your mind raced, no longer able to ignore the growing knot of unease in your stomach.

You couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t keep living like this.

That night, you spent hours staring at the ceiling, your mind working through every possible way to get out. Every escape route, every detail, every risk—thinking it through over and over, your heart pounding as you came to one conclusion: you had to leave.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love Yunho. You did. But the love he gave was suffocating, controlling, like a cage you had spent too long trying to ignore. You needed to be your own person again, to breathe without feeling trapped by the life he had built around you.

Your heart raced as you quickly stood up, glancing around the room. The silence felt almost deafening, every small sound echoing in your ears. Yunho was still upstairs, his voice barely audible through the floorboards, absorbed in his call.

You didn’t hesitate. Without another thought, you left the bracelet on the table—its presence still lingering in the air like a warning—and stepped silently past the kitchen. Your footsteps were muffled against the cool floors as you moved toward the main hall.

Each step felt like it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken thoughts, the fear and the thrill mixing into one knot in your chest. You kept your movements calculated, making sure not to make a sound, but the pulse of urgency in your veins kept you moving forward.

The door was just ahead. The world outside, with all its uncertainty, seemed closer than ever. But the closer you got, the more the reality of what you were doing hit you. Leaving meant breaking free, but it also meant leaving behind the life you had known with Yunho. The consequences weren’t clear, but you couldn’t stay locked away any longer.

You reached the door, your hand on the handle. This was it.

As you slowly turned the handle, the door creaked open with a soft groan, the air on the other side feeling cooler, more open. You paused, a cold shiver running down your spine.

It was too quiet.

No distant sound of Yunho’s voice, no hint of movement from upstairs—just the stillness of the house pressing in on you. The quiet felt unnatural, unsettling.

You took a cautious step forward, then another, but the silence seemed to swallow each footfall. Something didn’t feel right.

It wasn’t the usual peace you’d grown used to—it was an eerie stillness, as if the house itself was holding its breath, waiting.

You stopped at the threshold, torn between the pull of freedom and the heavy feeling creeping in. Something told you to turn back, but the door was already half-open, the world beyond it just a step away.

“Get. Back. Now.”

The command hit you like a punch to the gut, cold and sharp, and your body froze in place.

It was Yunho. His voice was low, steady, yet it carried a weight that felt impossible to ignore. You could hear the anger behind it, the control, the edge that made every muscle in your body lock in place.

For a moment, you stood there, paralyzed by the sudden shift in the atmosphere. The door was still ajar, the outside world just within reach, but now it felt like you were trapped between two worlds.

Slowly, you turned around, meeting his gaze. Yunho was standing at the top of the stairs, eyes dark and unblinking, his expression unreadable but full of something fierce, something you hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Did you really think you could just walk out?” His voice was quieter now, but the danger in it made your heart race.

You swallowed, the weight of everything crashing down on you. The door behind you felt like an escape, but his presence, the tension in his gaze, made it feel like a trap.

His words sliced through the stillness of the moment, sharp and venomous. “Close the door, pretty girl.”

The command sent a chill down your spine, and without thinking, you obeyed, your hands shaking as you gently pulled the door shut. The sound of it closing felt final, like a door shutting on everything you’d hoped for.

Before you could even process what was happening, Yunho was there, moving swiftly toward you. His expression was cold, darker than you’d ever seen, and his presence seemed to fill the entire space.

“You broke a rule,” he said, his voice steady but heavy with an unmistakable threat. “You know what that means.”

Before you could react, he scooped you up with alarming force, throwing you over his shoulder as if you were weightless. Panic surged through your body, and you tried to struggle, but his grip was unyielding.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a growl as he carried you, your body pressed against him. The walls of the house seemed to close in, and with every step he took, the weight of your actions settled heavily in your chest.

Yunho couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that his perfect doll was trying to leave him. 

The words rushed out of your mouth in a desperate, pleading tone. “Please! I am sorry, I am sorry!” You tried to wriggle free, but his hold on you was firm, unrelenting.

Yunho didn’t even glance at you as he walked toward the bedroom, his expression cold, as if he’d already made up his mind.

“I thought I taught my princess well,” he said, his voice laced with disappointment. “Guess I need to be less nice next time.” He shook his head as he reached the bed, and in one swift motion, he threw you down onto the soft surface. The sudden impact left you breathless, and for a moment, you could only stare up at him, heart racing, chest tight with anxiety.

The air between you two was thick, and you could feel it—he was angry. You had crossed a line, and he wasn’t about to let it go easily. His eyes never left you as he stood over the bed, looming, as if deciding what to do next.

In that moment, you felt small, vulnerable, and trapped.

He crawled on top of you, straddling your hips as he pulled something out from under a pillow. A pair of handcuffs and a ball gag. 

“No! Please stop!” your eyes widened as you shook your head, putting your hands in front of yourself. 

His voice was dangerously calm, a stark contrast to the storm that swirled in his eyes. “Be a good little girl for me, okay?”

The question wasn’t really a question at all—it was an expectation, one you had no choice but to meet. The weight of his words pressed down on you, and for a moment, all you could do was nod, your chest tight with the tension that had built between you.

He grabbed your wrists, clipping on the silver cuffs. Then, with a focused expression, he slipped the gag into your mouth, tightening its leather straps behind your head.

You looked at him, your eyes filled with tears, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. The weight of what you had done hung over you, and you could feel the fear tightening in your stomach. You knew, deep down, that you had messed up, and there was no escaping the consequences that would come.

“Tears won't make me change my mind,” Yunho said firmly as he rolled up your skirt, a determined look in his eyes. His hand gripped on your thigh, his long fingers tracing small circles on your exposed skin as he slowly moved to position himself.

“Daddy needs to remind you what happens when you disobey, y/n” Yunho repeated, his tone low and authoritative. His hand moved from your thigh to your jaw, gripping it firmly as he pulled you close. “I wanted what's best for you, and this is what I get in return?!” he continued, his eyes locked on your face with a mix of frustration and disappointment.

He eagerly pulled down his pants, pulling your lace panties to the side. “Don't you dare make a sound,” he murmured, hovering above you.

Yunho's actions were deliberate, and he paid no mind to the lack of preparation. He knew what he wanted, and he wasn't about to let something like that stop him.

Your efforts to squirm and resist were futile as Yunho held you firmly in place, his grip strong and unyielding. 

“Gonna fuck you so good..that's what you're for. My personal fuckdoll to use whenever I feel like.”

Yunho's frustration grew as he heard your whine and felt you attempt to close your legs. His growl of impatience only got stronger, his grip on you tightening. “Don't you dare close your legs,” he growled, “spread 'em.”

You shook your head, looking at him with pleading eyes. 

A sharp smack suddenly echoed through the room as Yunho's hand came down on your cheek, a harsh and unexpected response to your plea. The sting stung, leaving a faint red mark on your skin, a sign of his frustration and dominance.

You felt tears roll down your cheeks, before sensing a subtle pressure at your opening.

“Don't make me hit you again,” Yunho warned, his voice dangerously low. His expression was a mixture of determination and frustration, and in one fluid motion, he pressed forward, sinking into your tight heat. 

A gasp escaped your lips as the burning pain struck without warning, your body jerking and arching in response. The searing heat shot through you, leaving a trail of raw agony that seemed to freeze time itself. For a moment, you couldn’t breathe, caught between the shock and the unrelenting sting that pulsed through your every nerve.

“So pretty y/n, my pretty little girl..” A low, almost guttural moan escaped his lips as he spoke, a mixture of praise and wonder in his voice. He stared at you with dark eyes, taking in the image of you beneath him.

You laid there, your wrists cuffed and your once-perfect hair now tangled and disheveled. His hands slid down on your hips, the hold almost bruising. 

“Want daddy to stop, baby?” Yunho's voice was laced with mock concern as he spoke, his pout exaggerated and the look on his face a clear indication that he had no intention of stopping. His eyes were trained on your face, taking in the streaks of mascara that trickled down your cheeks.

He pulled back slowly, only to slam back into you, making your body jolt forward. 

You felt the tip of his cock bruise your cervix, the pain so diabolical you choked on a sob and dug your nails into your palms. 

“Aw did it hurt, princess?” he asked again, the repetition of the question almost mocking, “is daddy's cock too much to take? Too big for your tight, pretty little pussy?” his fingers traced a path over your body, before performing the piercing thrust again. 

Your back arched off the bed, your hands shaking from the intense sensations coursing through your body. Yunho set up the same relentless pace, his own pleasure apparent in his expression. He took in the image of you, the arch in your back and the tremors in your hands as evidence of the control he had over you. 

Yunho's head tilted back, his eyes closed as he let out a low moan. He was lost in the pleasure, his focus solely on the sensations flooding through him.

He lifted your hips, holding them in the air as he pounded into you, dangerously deep with that angle. Your soft cries and whines spilled out, though muffled by the rubber gag seated in your mouth.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good, so tight,” he breathed out, leaning over you and looking into your red, puffy eyes. 

“You're beautiful like this, my precious y/n,” a whisper, warm against your neck, but still sending a shiver down your spine. 

You whimpered, the pain crashing over you in waves, too much to bear. “Look at me,” Yunho commanded, his voice deep and unwavering, a stark contrast to the chaos in your mind. It cut through the fog of agony, pulling your focus, demanding your attention despite the searing discomfort.

You met his gaze, locking onto his dark eyes. The intensity in them was unnerving, the look almost psychotic—dangerous, wild, like he could see straight through you, unraveling everything. It sent a chill down your spine, the heat of the pain momentarily forgotten as his eyes held you captive.

His voice was low, controlled, but there was an edge to it as he leaned in, his breath ragged. “If I take it off, do you promise you’ll be good?” he asked, sweat clinging to his hair, dripping down his forehead. His gaze moved to the ball gag in your mouth. 

You nodded immediately, and Yunho paused for a moment, his hand lifting up your head with a firm yet gentle motion. Without a word, he moved swiftly, his fingers working to unbuckle the gag with precision. 

He tossed it aside with a swift motion, and for the first time, you were able to close your mouth. The relief was instant, but it left you swallowing the excess saliva that had built up, the sensation oddly grounding after the tension of the moment. 

“What a good doll.”

Yunho's gaze was unwavering as he continued with his quick and deliberate pace. He kept his eyes on your face, watching your expressions intently, enjoying the sight of you writhing and whimpering beneath him. 

“Who do you belong to?” he growled, his voice thick with raw intensity. His movements grew jerky and uncoordinated, as if the demand was unraveling something inside of him, pushing him to the edge. 

“Y-you…” you whined, your voice trembling as you sniffled, the words barely escaping your lips. The mix of pain and desire in the air made it hard to focus, but you knew what he wanted. Every part of you was raw, vulnerable in his presence.

“Exactly,” Yunho chuckled darkly, his voice low and almost predatory. His hand moved to your throat, fingers tightening just enough to send a shiver down your spine, a mix of power and control settling in the air between you. 

“And you deserved this, right?” he asked, his voice low and filled with dark satisfaction as he tightened his fingers around your throat, the pressure a reminder of his control. 

“Yes,” you choked out, the word strained as you swallowed hard, the pressure around your throat making it difficult to breathe. 

“Yes what?” he raised his eyebrows. 

“Yes daddy,” you sobbed, gasping for air. 

“Good girl,” Yunho smiled, his voice softening for a moment as he released his grip on your throat. 

Yunho's eyes shut tightly, his pace increasing to a quick and desperate rhythm. The change in speed caused a sharper cry to escape your lips as your hands balled info fists. 

“Fuck..fuck..” Yunho groaned, biting his lip. “Open,” he ordered, his eyes still tightly closed as if lost in the moment. His voice held an undeniable command and bit of desperation. Without hesitation, you opened your mouth and stuck your tong out, anticipating his next move, your body responding before your mind could fully catch up. 

He quickly pulled out, gripping his aching cock as he aimed at your tongue. A high pitched moan escaped his lips as he shoot strings of hot cum on your tongue, painting it white. 

“Swallow,” he said simply, his gaze never leaving you, dark and unwavering. 

You immediately swallowed the salty substance, your body trembling with the effort as you stuck out your now clean tongue, the act almost instinctual in response to his command. The tension in the air still hung heavy, your submission clear in the way you followed his every move without question.

“Such a good girl,” he groaned, his voice thick with approval. His thumb gently wiped away the excess seed from your bottom lip, the soft motion a contrast to the intensity in his eyes. Each touch felt like a reward, a subtle reminder of his control and your obedience.

“You know,” he mumbled, pulling his sweatpants back up with a slow, deliberate motion. “Only I know what’s best for you,” he added, his voice low and steady, the words lingering in the space between you. 

“Understand?” he asked, his voice sharper now, a bite of command cutting through the air. “You can’t do anything yourself,” he continued, his gaze unwavering as he unlocked your handcuffs. His hands moved to gently rub your sore wrists. 

You nodded, your body still trembling as he wiped away your tears, his touch soft and reassuring. His fingers combed through your hair, the gentle gesture almost soothing amidst the chaos. 

Without a word, he scooped you up effortlessly, cradling you in his arms as he carried you to the bathroom, ready to clean you up, his presence a steadying force in the aftermath.

After you were clean again, he dressed you carefully, his movements tender as he ensured you were comfortable before gently placing you on the bed. You were sore, exhausted, every part of you aching with the weight of what had just passed. It was clear—Yunho knew exactly what was best for you. He lay down beside you, pulling you close, his warmth wrapping around you like a protective shield, offering a sense of calm after the storm.

“I love you, my precious little girl,” he mumbled against your soft hair, but there was an edge to his voice now, something darker, like a warning. His grip on you tightened, possessive and unyielding, as if the words were more of a claim than a comfort. The room felt colder, the silence thicker, and you could sense the weight of his gaze still on you even as you closed your eyes. It wasn’t reassurance—it was control, and it lingered in the air like a shadow, heavy and unspoken.

[mulloey]

over the line • yunho

yunho is the perfect boyfriend; kind, loving and an utter gentleman. but there’s something darker, hidden beneath the gentle exterior— and you’re going to prove it.

warnings: dom breaking, hard dom!yunho, sub!reader, heavy degradation, pussy slapping, face fucking, under-negotiated kink but it’s fiction so it’s fine but don’t do it, names (slut, bitch, little girl, sir)

word count: 1.7k

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from the moment you met, yunho was an absolute gentleman. so much so that you didn’t believe it at first— you thought surely his years as an idol, putting on a happy, adoring face to his fans no matter his mood, had merely taught him to wear a persona, and you were simply waiting for it to break. but it didn’t— as your relationship progressed you saw just how kind, generous and utterly perfect he really was.

but you saw something else, too. a darkness. a glint. a hint of something else, bubbling beneath the surface. if he even knew about it, he definitely didn’t know you knew; it was so subtle that most people wouldn’t have picked up on it— but you’re not most people. you picked up on it.

it was the twitch of his jaw when you spoke back to him. the way his eyes flashed, just for a moment, when you teased or challenged him— picking fights and daring him to retaliate knowing he wouldn’t. it was the way he held you in public; the tightening of his grip when he’d catch another man looking at you. it was the calm, collected way he did things— the control he held over every situation. it was him. you knew there was something in there, deep inside of him; a hunger, a restraint. something simmering. you wanted it.

you’d always joked around with yunho; like any other couple, you messed with each other. so it wasn’t too out of the ordinary when you ramped it up. when you challenged him more, just to see how he’d react. when you’d playfully slap him, just to see if he’d break. when you’d dare him to show you what he’s got.

what finally breaks the dam isn’t what you’d have guessed; then again, few things about yunho are what you’d have guessed. it’s a friday evening, a long-overdue quiet night-in after a hectic few weeks of promotions and awards. your boyfriend has been exhausted. you’ve seen it on his face the whole time, in the slumping of his shoulders as though his own body weight is too much to carry when he shuffles into the house at an unholy hour. but it’s over now, finally, and he’s quickly bouncing back. you’ve been so worried about him and his health that your little mission — release the kraken, your best friend had termed it when you’d discussed it with her — has completely slipped your mind. looking back, maybe that’s what he was waiting for. you to let your guard down. make it easier for him to pounce.

stepping out of the shower, you elect not to bother getting changed— the towel is warm and fluffy, fresh out the dryer, and you’re feeling lazy after a day of cleaning. seeing you prance into the living room, yunho cocks a brow from his seat on the couch, curious. “where’s your pjs, honey?” he asks.

you shrug, flopping down next to him and swinging your legs over his lap. his hand curls around your ankle instinctively, rubbing the soft skin of your leg. you sigh contentedly. you could happily stay like this forever.

but you don’t. a few minutes and some futile channel surfing later, and you find yourself in a stalemate over what to watch. you want to find a chick flick on netflix; he wants some stupid sports thing, and while you rant about how utterly stupid those sport shows are and how utterly stupid he is for wanting to watch them when devil wears prada is right there, he watches you with the same small, cool smile as always until finally, before either of you know what’s happening, he snaps.

“enough.”

it happens before you even register it; yunho moves quickly and in a moment he’s on top of you, face inches from yours with his hand on your neck. caught off guard, you yelp, struggling in his hold until his other hand comes down to grip your waist with a strength that invites no discussion and you finally still. “predictable,” he chuckles. his eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them and he looks completely irate.

“yunho—”

“this is what you wanted, right?” he asks, grip tightening around your neck. you make a noise, though a noise of what you aren’t quite sure, and he chuckles. his smile fades as quickly as it came. “fucking slut,” he snarls. “you think i didn’t know what you were doing? you think i’m stupid or something?”

you shake your head, too stunned to speak. you don’t… fuck. your brain is going fucking numb already. less than a minute and you’re complete and utter putty in his hands. he smirks, clearly thinking the same thing and you swallow a laugh. you fucking knew it.

“you wanted me to be mean to you,” he says, “you wanted me to take control. didn’t you?”

you say nothing— you don’t know what you’d say even if your mouth didn’t feel glued shut. you’re actually, genuinely speechless.

you nod and he stares at you for a second, face blank. his lips twitch, gaze flickering down for a moment before returning to meet your eyes. “open your legs.”

you don’t know why you don’t obey. you always obey yunho, from his simplest requests to those (formerly, you dare to hope) rare moments where he was a little more firm; you always listen to him. but now, with him exactly where you want him and you exactly where you’ve dreamed of being, you feel… stuck. frozen. maybe it’s the nerves; the excitement; or the helpless feeling of being under his gaze— of being prey. but your legs just. don’t. move.

yunho snorts. “pathetic.” you don’t have time to savour the way that word sounds from your sweet, gentle boyfriend’s mouth before said sweet, gentle boyfriend is grabbing your knees and yanking them apart hard. you squeak, blushing red from being fully exposed (the towel being long forgotten) and, judging by the look on his face, soaking wet.

“i’ve never seen you this turned on,” he says, “without even being touched. sick little girl.”

he releases one of your legs, hand travelling downwards until you feel something warm pressing against you; his long, thick finger, running through your folds and gathering your wetness. you jolt, caught by surprise, and the movement stops. he turns his gaze back to you, looking displeased. “bad girl,” he tuts. you don’t even have time to apologise before he’s wound his hand back and slapped your pussy with his open palm. you yell, aroused and pained— yunho hits hard. the smirk on his face tells you he knows it.

“you liked that,” he says. “you’re a painslut.”

“yunho,” you whine.

his brows furrow, displeased again. “hm, no,” he says, shaking his head. “i think ‘sir’ sounds better, don’t you?”

fuck. you’re pretty sure you’d let this man do anything to you right now. you nod. “yes, sir.”

“get down,” he says, pointing to the floor. “you’re gonna earn my forgiveness.”

whining softly, you shuffle off the couch and let yourself fall down to your knees until you’re face to face with his clothed bulge— a familiar position, but not usually so… intense. not usually with such anger and hunger in your boyfriend's eyes. he pulls his dick out, already hard and weeping as he beckons you closer. “suck,” he orders.

“yes, sir,” you whisper. you reach to hold his shaft in your hand as you usually do and he slaps you away. “i didn’t tell you to touch me,” he says, “that mouth is the only thing i have use for now. so use it.”

when this is over, you’re going to gloat, you think— gloat that you were right all a-fucking-long, you’re always right, you’re a genius, and your scheme was a success. and if that makes yunho angry like this again, so be it.

the feeling of his cock slamming against the back of your throat makes you forget everything else. you scream, as much as one can scream with a cock in their mouth, and try to pull away from it until yunho grabs your hair, forcing you back down onto it. “keep it in your mouth, bitch,” he growls. “make me feel good.”

tears already clouding your vision, you nod, beginning to work his dick with your tongue the way you’re used to. he grunts and moans, grip in your hair growing tighter and tighter as he holds your face firmly down on his cock. within a few minutes he’s fucking your face, hitting your throat again and again and you feel the drool pooling in your lap.

“stop fucking choking on it,” he grunts. “i trained you better than that, fucking act like it.”

you know you’re fully crying now; you feel the tears streaming down your face as you struggle to take him in your mouth, gagging and spluttering while he fucks your throat faster and faster. “fuck,” he says, “fuck, i should’ve whored you out like this so fucking long ago. keep fucking taking it.”

so you do; you take it with everything you have. all your focus is on yunho now; on making him feel good the way he’d ordered you too. and if he’s noticed the way you’re grinding against the floor, desperate for friction against your sopping pussy, then you’re doing such a good job that he’s chosen not to mention it. when he finally comes down your throat, unloading with a yell, you’re both on the brink of collapse and desperate for more. “swallow,” yunho says as he pulls out. he watches as you obey and when your vision finally clears and you come back down to earth, he has that same gentle expression he always does. he leans down to gather you up, lifting you into his arms and running his hand up and down your back.

“well,” he says, “that’s what you wanted, right?”

“yes— fuck,” you breathe. “yes, yunho.”

“good girl,” he smiles. he strokes your tear-streaked cheeks tenderly, watching as your eyes begin to droop and he chuckles. “go to sleep, baby,” he whispers. “and when you’re up, i’ll fuck that little hole until you see stars.”

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[ateezscupid]

nerdy pervy bf yunho who instantly got red and hard whenever you wore his clothes

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST yunho sees you in his hoodie and shorts ♡

"Yunho!" You jumped up and down excitedly as you stood on the other side of the door, watching as he walked into the apartment with a tired smile. His eyes searched the room, looking for the source of the noise. When they landed on you, his expression brightened. "You're home!"

You were wearing one of his hoodies with your pretty white pajama shorts, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him at the sight. He dropped his bag on the floor, a mix of textbooks and gym clothes spilling out. "Jesus…"

"What-?" you started to ask, but the words got stuck in your throat as Yunho stepped closer, wrapping you in a bear hug that was at once comforting and overwhelming. He smelled faintly of rain and mint, the scent of the outdoors mingling with the clean scent of his deodorant. It was a smell that was uniquely him, one that never failed to make you feel safe and loved.

"Oh- okay-"

"I love when you wear my things." he murmured into your hair, his voice gruff with affection. You couldn't help but lean into his embrace, feeling the tension of the day melt away as his arms tightened around you. His hand traced patterns on your back, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

You pushed yourself closer until you felt something poking your stomach. You furrow your eyebrows. "Yunho,"

"Hm?"

"Are you hard?" You whispered the question into his ear, your voice barely audible over the sound of his steady breathing. He pulled back slightly to meet your gaze, a playful glint in his eyes.

"It's not my fault," he said with a smirk, his cheeks flushing slightly. "You just look so… tempting."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. "Well, I'm not complaining," you admitted, leaning in to kiss him lightly. His lips were warm and familiar, and the taste of mint from his breath washed over you.

He kicked the door closed behind him and picked you up, spinning around with you in his arms. You giggled, feeling lighter than air, as he carried you into the bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the evening light at bay. He set you down gently on the bed, and you watched as he pulled off his shoes and socks, then reached for the hem of his shirt. His muscles rippled with the movement, and you felt your breath hitch in your chest.

"Yunnie~" You teased as he threw his shirt aside, his abs flexing with the motion. He chuckled, a sound that never failed to make your heart flutter. You scooted back on the bed, making room for him as he climbed in.

"Yes, baby?" He said as he climbed into bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He leaned over you, his eyes darkening with desire as he captured your mouth in a kiss that was anything but light. His hand slid under the oversized hoodie, tracing the line of your waist before moving up to cup your breast. You moaned into his mouth, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

"Can you eat me out-?" you mumbled against his lips, feeling a blush creep up your neck. It had been a long week and you hadn't seen him much. Your body craved his touch, the feeling of his mouth on you.

Yunho's eyes lit up, and without a word, he kissed his way down your neck, peeling off the hoodie as he went. He left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your chest, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your collarbone. You shivered, arching into his touch.

When he reached the hem of your pajama shorts, he took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes lingering on the lacy underwear you had chosen for the night. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slowly dragged the fabric down your legs, leaving you exposed to the cool air of the room. You watched him, anticipation building in your core.

He took a moment to gaze at you, his eyes roaming over your bare skin. He leaned down to kiss the inside of your thigh, the gentle pressure of his lips leaving a trail of heat. You bit your lip to stifle a gasp as he continued his exploration, moving closer and closer to your center. His tongue flicked out to taste you, teasing your clit with feather-light strokes. You arched your back, silently begging for more.

Yunho chuckled, enjoying the way you squirmed under him. He took his time, savoring every inch of you. His tongue swirled around your clit, pressing harder, then retreating. Your hips bucked in response, seeking more of the delicious friction.

"Mmm, Yunho," you gently grabbed his hair, urging him closer as your legs fell apart. His mouth was hot and insistent, the pressure of his tongue increasing with each pass. Your breath grew ragged as he began to suck, the sensation shooting straight to your core.

You could feel your arousal building, the ache growing with every flick of his tongue. The sound of his mouth on you filled the room, a wet, intimate rhythm that echoed in your ears. Your hands tightened in his hair as you lost yourself to the sensation, the world outside the bedroom fading away to nothing.

"Yunho, please," you begged, your voice strained. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust, and then he was diving back in, his tongue pressing against you more firmly, more urgently. You felt yourself getting closer, your body tightening with each stroke.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice muffled by your cunt. "You taste so good."

The words sent a new wave of heat through you, and you bucked your hips, trying to get more of his mouth on you. He groaned in response, his hands moving to grip your thighs, holding you in place as he licked and sucked with a fervor that was both thrilling and overwhelming. Your toes curled, your nails digging into the sheets as the orgasm built within you.

It crashed over you like a tidal wave, a powerful rush of pleasure that had you crying out his name. Your body convulsed, your muscles tightening around his tongue as the sensation washed over you. Yunho didn't stop, continuing to kiss and suck at your sensitive flesh.

"Y-Yunho! Oh my god-!" You gasped out, your eyes flying open as the intense wave of pleasure subsided. Your body was a trembling mess, the aftershocks of your orgasm still pulsing through your veins. His mouth remained on you, gently lapping at the wetness he had created, his hands still gripping your thighs.

"You're so beautiful when you come," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. You couldn't help the blush that spread across your cheeks at his words. He kissed his way back up your body, his eyes never leaving yours. When he reached your face, he captured your mouth in a kiss, the taste of yourself on his tongue.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing to feel his warmth enveloping you. His hands roamed over your body, touching every inch of you, as if he hadn't seen you in years rather than just a few days. You moaned into his mouth, feeling yourself getting wetter with each stroke of his thumb on your clit.

"I'm gonna treat you so good, princess."

[mingi-s-dimples]

Taught to Behave - Sanhwa

"You like this, don't you, baby? Getting used. Getting ruined. Getting owned."

~"sanhwa being possessive, college & party au, some random guy flirts with the reader, sanhwa take her back to the dorm to remind her who she belongs to" - req. by anon

pairing: sanhwa x fem!reader

genre: 18+, college au, filth

summary: you're just too innocent and dense to realise someone is flirting with you... and your boyfriends see everything. and they ruin you.

wc: 6.7k

warnings: boyfriends!sanhwa, rough doms!sanhwa, possessiveness, choking, deep throating, bargain, begging, multiple ruined orgasms, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, oral fixation, oral (both m and f), cum play, cum eating, clit slapping, ass spanking, thigh slapping, forced eye contact, teasing, biting, marking, hickeys, restraints (cuffs), dacryphilia, degradation, praising, dumbification, orgasm control, forced orgasms, gagging, nipple play, nipple sucking, breasts fondling, ownership kink, punishment, verbal control, 3some, completely consensual, unprotected (boo use protection irl!!), for damn sure forgot something this was insane, will edit later.

Author's Note: this was fucking insane hello... I loved writing this as much as it took me 2 days 🤡 but hey! It’s finally done, hihi 🤗 anon pls enjoy it, is... FILTH.. ilysm. stay safe 🥰🤍 lmk in asks how you liked it hihi 😂🤍

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the members in any way.

The party was buzzing, the air thick with laughter, music, and the faint scent of alcohol. You weren’t much of a party girl, but with Seonghwa and San by your side, you had agreed to come along. They had promised they wouldn’t leave you alone for a second, but promises like that were easy to break in the chaos of a college party.

Just for a moment, they had stepped away to grab drinks. That’s all it took.

“Hey, you having a good time?” A smooth voice cut through the noise beside you.

You turned to see a guy—tall, confident, a casual smirk playing on his lips. You didn’t think much of it. He seemed friendly, and you weren’t the type to be rude.

“Yeah! It’s fun,” you answered with a small laugh, completely unaware of the way he edged closer, leaning in just slightly to hear you better over the music. The conversation continued— light, easy. He made a joke, and you laughed, a sweet, unknowing smile gracing your lips. You were just being polite, just making conversation. Nothing more.

San and Seonghwa saw the whole thing.

Seonghwa’s jaw tensed first, a sharp clench that San caught immediately. He was already moving before San could stop him, but there was no need—San was right behind him, dark eyes flickering with something unreadable.

They knew you weren’t flirting.

They knew exactly how you got when you flirted, all shy glances and nervous little twitches. But this? This was something else. You were just being polite. Laughing at whatever bullshit this guy was saying, not realizing the way he was inching closer, the way his eyes flickered down to your lips between words.

San let Seonghwa handle it. He stood behind you, pressing close enough for you to feel the heat of his body against your back, and let Seonghwa’s icy voice do the rest.

“Hope you were enjoying the conversation,” Seonghwa said, his hand curling around your waist as he tilted his head, eyes sharp enough to cut. “But we’ll be taking her now.”

The guy blinked, shifting awkwardly as he took in the way both men now flanked you, protective and unyielding. “I was just—”

“You were just leaving,” San cut in, voice deceptively light, though the hand sliding down your hip was anything but.

The man opened his mouth, but the warning look in Seonghwa’s eyes made him think better of it. He muttered a quick, “Yeah, sure,” before disappearing into the crowd.

You barely had time to process it before San’s hand was tightening around yours, tugging you toward the exit with Seonghwa right at your other side. Your heart picked up at the suddenness of it, but you didn’t question them, letting them lead you straight back to the dorm.

The second the door clicked shut behind you, locking out the world, you knew something had shifted.

San was the first to move, stepping behind you and brushing your hair over your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. “You really don’t have a clue, do you?” he murmured, fingers pressing into your waist.

Seonghwa took your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to his. His expression was unreadable, dark eyes flickering over yours. Then, a small, knowing smile appeared on his face as he brushed his thumb over your lip.

"Guess we’ll have to remind you who you belong to.”

You barely had time to process the shift in the air before San’s hands were already at the hem of your dress, his fingers grazing your thighs as he lifted it just enough to make you shiver.

Seonghwa, still holding your chin, tilted your head further back. His eyes bore into yours, dark and unreadable, but the corners of his lips curled with something dangerously soft. Too soft.

"Why—" Your voice came out small, barely above a whisper as San’s fingers dug into your skin, pressing against the meat of your thighs. "What did I do?"

San’s chuckle was warm against your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin before he answered. "Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, dragging the hem of your dress higher, higher. "You didn’t do anything."

"Not a thing," Seonghwa agreed, voice deceptively soothing as he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. "But we still have to remind you."

Your breath hitched as San suddenly lifted your dress over your head, leaving you in nothing but lace beneath their burning gazes. The second the fabric hit the floor, Seonghwa’s hands were at your waist, smoothing over your stomach, tracing upwards, fingers ghosting just beneath your bra.

San, still pressed behind you, let his hands settle on your hips, kneading the flesh there as he let out a low hum. "You let some random guy stand too close to you, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against the back of your neck. "Didn’t even realize it, did you?"

You blinked, heat creeping up your spine as you processed his words. "I was just talking," you whispered, chest rising and falling as Seonghwa finally slid his hands up, pushing your bra straps off your shoulders.

"We know," Seonghwa said simply, voice velvety smooth. His fingers flicked at the clasp of your bra, and before you knew it, the lace joined your dress on the floor. "That’s what makes it so adorable."

Your stomach flipped, their hands working in tandem to undress you as if it were second nature.

San’s fingers dragged along the waistband of your panties, snapping it lightly before he let out a quiet sigh. "You really have no idea how fucking precious you are, do you?"

Your thighs pressed together instinctively, but San tsked, nudging them apart again with his knee from behind you. "Not so fast, baby."

Seonghwa stepped back just enough to shrug out of his jacket, the sound of fabric hitting the floor sending a fresh wave of heat through you. "We’re not mad," he reassured, eyes locked on yours. "We just need to make sure you don’t forget who you belong to."

And as San finally peeled your panties down, pressing a lingering kiss against your hip before standing to remove his own shirt, you realized—there was no escaping this lesson tonight.

San settled himself against the headboard, his bare chest gleaming under the dim light as he spread his legs slightly, motioning for you. His jeans hung low on his hips, and his briefs did nothing to hide the outline of his hard cock.

"Come here, sweetheart," he murmured, voice dripping with something both soft and demanding.

With a gentle tug, he guided you onto his lap, his strong hands gripping your hips as he positioned you exactly how he wanted—your back flush against his chest, thighs draped over his, legs spread open for Seonghwa, who had just settled onto his knees between them.

Seonghwa’s gaze dragged over your exposed body, dark and unreadable, before flickering up to meet San’s. Whatever unspoken agreement passed between them sent a shiver down your spine.

San’s lips found your neck first, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. His hands roamed upward, cupping your breasts, kneading them with a slow, deliberate squeeze that had your breath hitching.

"You’re so pretty like this," he murmured against your skin, teeth grazing along your jawline.

Seonghwa, still kneeling between your legs, trailed his fingertips along the inside of your thighs, slow and teasing. His lips followed the path of his hands, leaving featherlight kisses in his wake, the contrast between his softness and San’s firm touch making your head spin.

"Spreading so easy for us," Seonghwa mused, his voice dipping into something deeper, rougher. "You really are ours, aren’t you?"

San hummed in agreement, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples as his teeth scraped along your earlobe. "Ours to touch…" He gave your breasts another squeeze. "Ours to ruin."

Your breath caught as Seonghwa’s kisses inched higher, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin near your core. Your fingers gripped San’s forearms, nails digging into his skin as anticipation coiled tight in your belly.

Seonghwa glanced up, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Look at her, San," he murmured, lips ghosting over the very place you needed him most. "Already shaking, and I haven’t even started yet."

San chuckled against your neck, his hold on you tightening. "Then don’t keep her waiting."

And then Seonghwa dove in.

He wasted no time, his tongue dragging over your folds in one slow, teasing motion before pressing deeper, tasting you like a man starved. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging in as he pulled you even closer, burying himself between your legs.

Your back arched against San’s chest, breathy gasps spilling from your lips as Seonghwa worked his tongue over you, alternating between slow, deliberate licks and quick flicks over your sensitive bud.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” San murmured in your ear, his voice heavy with arousal. His grip on your breasts tightened, rolling your hardened peaks between his fingers, adding to the overstimulation that was quickly driving you insane.

Seonghwa groaned against your core, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through you. But it wasn’t just from eating you out—his other hand had moved to his own cock, stroking himself as he devoured you, his pace rough and desperate. He didn't bother taking off his pants yet.. he was just as gone as you were. He just pushed them down slightly and.. got to jerking off.

“God, Hwa,” San chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Are you that impatient?”

Seonghwa didn’t respond—his only answer was a deep, hungry moan against your folds as he sucked on your clit, his own strokes growing even faster. Your thighs trembled in his grasp, your entire body strung tight, every nerve buzzing with the approaching orgasm.

San could tell. He felt it in the way your breath hitched, in the way your hips bucked into Seonghwa’s mouth, in the way your nails clawed at his arms.

And just when you thought the pleasure couldn’t peak any higher, San slid one hand down your stomach, his fingers finding your clit.

Your entire body jolted. “S-San—”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, pressing slow, torturous circles against the swollen nub. “Feels too good, doesn’t it?”

Your only response was a desperate whine, a sound that had both of them groaning.

Seonghwa flicked his tongue faster, his strokes on himself turning erratic, his grip tightening against your thigh.

“You better cum,” San murmured, his fingers moving in sync with Seonghwa’s tongue. “Right now, sweetheart. Give it to us.”

Your body was wound so tight it was a miracle you hadn’t snapped yet. The combination of Seonghwa’s tongue and San’s fingers was sending you hurtling straight toward the edge, your thighs trembling, your hands desperately clutching San’s forearms for some semblance of control.

But they weren’t about to let you have any.

Seonghwa moaned against your folds as he sucked harder, the obscene sound only making you more desperate. San’s fingers didn’t let up either, rubbing ruthless, fast circles over your swollen clit, his other arm keeping you firmly locked against his chest.

“S-San—Hwa—” You barely got their names out, voice breaking into breathy whimpers.

“Hmm?” San hummed mockingly against your ear, his breath hot. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Can’t even talk anymore?”

Seonghwa groaned at your taste, tongue delving even deeper as his strokes on himself grew messier. He could feel the way you were tightening, how your body was twitching, how your moans were growing sharper—so fucking close.

San grinned, knowing it too. “Come on, baby,” he whispered, breath heavy, fingers never slowing. “Show us who you belong to.”

And just like that, the coil snapped.

Your back arched against San’s chest, a sharp, broken cry tearing from your lips as your orgasm crashed into you, waves of pleasure rippling through every inch of your body. Seonghwa groaned against you as you pulsed around his tongue, drinking in every last drop.

But they didn’t stop.

San kept his fingers moving, rubbing relentlessly over your sensitive clit. Seonghwa kept licking, eating you up like he’d never get another taste.

You jerked against them, the overstimulation hitting you like lightning. “T-Too much—”

“Too much?” San cooed mockingly. “You can take it.” His grip on your hips tightened as you writhed. “You’re ours. That means we get to ruin you.”

Seonghwa hummed in agreement, his lips still latched onto you, his own pleasure teetering on the edge. He was painfully close, his cock throbbing in his hand as he kept stroking himself, desperate for release.

San noticed.

“Look at you,” he chuckled darkly, tilting his head. “You’re just as bad as she is, aren’t you, Hwa?”

Seonghwa groaned, pulling away from your drenched folds, his lips swollen and glistening. He didn’t say a word—he just shifted up, still kneeling between your legs, his hand wrapped tight around his cock. His breaths were heavy, his brows furrowed in blissful frustration.

San grinned. “Go on, then.”

Seonghwa exhaled sharply, his free hand reaching out to tilt your chin up and he got up halfway, still on his knees. His thumb traced your bottom lip, his dark gaze locking onto yours.

“Open.” His voice was hoarse, barely more than a command.

You obeyed without hesitation, lips parting as he slid his thumb past them first, groaning when he felt your warm tongue against it. But it wasn’t enough—he needed more.

His hand left your chin, wrapping around the base of his cock again. He stroked himself a few more times, sharp and fast, before his control finally snapped.

His head tipped back, a deep, guttural moan spilling from his lips as he came, hot and thick onto your tongue. Some of it dripped down the corner of your lips, but he was quick to swipe it up with his fingers, pushing it back into your mouth.

San, still holding you against his chest, chuckled. “Goddamn, Hwa.”

Seonghwa’s chest was heaving as he collected himself, his dark eyes still locked onto you as you swallowed. “Shut up,” he muttered breathlessly.

San smirked. “Impatient fucker.”

Seonghwa only huffed, finally shifting off the bed. “You’re one to talk,” he murmured, eyes flicking down to San’s *very* obvious problem.

San only grinned, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Don’t think we’re done yet, sweetheart.”

Seonghwa exhaled heavily, raking his fingers through his hair before reaching for the waistband of his pants. His movements were smooth, deliberate, his belt unfastened with a sharp snap before he let it fall to the floor. His zipper came next, the slow, teasing sound only adding to the anticipation thickening in the air. He shoved his pants down, leaving him in only his briefs, his cock straining against the fabric, desperate for attention once again.

San followed, already shirtless, his toned torso illuminated by the dim light of the room. He made a show of unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them down his strong thighs before kicking them off entirely. Unlike Seonghwa, he didn’t hesitate to strip fully, pushing his briefs down as well, letting his cock spring free. He was already painfully hard, the tip glistening, the sight making your mouth water.

San wasted no time, pulling you against him as he settled onto his knees, your chest flush against his. His arms wrapped around you possessively, one hand pressing firmly against your lower back, keeping you in place, while the other gently tilted your chin down—guiding your gaze toward the thick length standing right in front of you. His hard, dripping cock.

Seonghwa had taken off his briefs and positioned himself behind you, hands gripping your hips, his breath hot against your shoulder as he leaned in. His lips brushed against your ear, a low chuckle vibrating against your skin. "You look so fucking perfect between us." His fingers traced down your spine, slow and deliberate, before he gripped your waist, adjusting your position.

San hummed in agreement, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. "Be a good girl for us, yeah?" He didn’t give you time to answer before slapping the tip of his cock against your lips, urging you to open up for him.

At the same time, Seonghwa’s grip on your hips tightened, and with one slow, torturous thrust, he bottomed out.

Your gasp was swallowed by San’s cock as he pushed further into your mouth, the intrusion forcing your jaw open wider. His fingers tangled in your hair, not pushing—just holding, controlling. Letting you know he could take over anytime he wanted.

Behind you, Seonghwa groaned as he buried himself deeper, your tight walls squeezing around him perfectly. His grip on your hips was bruising, nails digging into your flesh as he bottomed out, a low curse leaving his lips. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

San exhaled sharply above you, watching as your lips stretched around his length. “Bet she feels even better wrapped around you, huh, Hwa?” His voice was laced with amusement, but the slight tremor in it gave away just how much he was enjoying this.

Seonghwa let out a breathy chuckle, pulling back before thrusting in again, setting a slow but firm pace. “She’s perfect.” His fingers slid up your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades to arch your back deeper. “And she’s ours.”

San’s grip in your hair tightened slightly, guiding you as he rocked his hips forward, pushing deeper into your throat. He groaned when he felt you swallow around him, his free hand cupping your cheek. “So pretty like this, taking everything we give you.”

Seonghwa’s thrusts grew rougher, each snap of his hips pushing you further onto San’s cock. The stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being completely at their mercy—it was too much and yet not enough. You whimpered around San, your hands gripping his thighs for stability, nails digging in.

San chuckled breathlessly, wiping a tear that slipped down your cheek. “Mm, look at you, baby. Crying already?” His voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “We’re just getting started.”

Behind you, Seonghwa groaned at San’s words, his thrusts turning sharper. “She can take it,” he muttered, almost to himself. “She’ll take everything we give her.”

San smirked. “That’s right.” He guided your head down further, letting you take him all the way. “And she’s going to even thank us for it.”

San was as close as Seonghwa was initially, his cock throbbing in your mouth with every thrust and every lick. As soon as you licked around and sucked him off for a couple of times, strings of white silky cum shoot out in your mouth as he came. He pulled back with a slick pop, his cock leaving your mouth coated in your spit and his cum. A string of it clung to your lips, and he wiped it off with his thumb, only to push it right back into your mouth.

“Swallow.”

You did.

Seonghwa growled behind you, his thrusts slowing—dangerous. “You’ve been so, so innocent, talking to that man tonight…”

San hummed in agreement, running his fingers through your hair before gripping the roots at the base of your skull, yanking your head back. “And now? Now you think you can just take our cocks and be done?” He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice dark. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re fucked if you think that.. more than fucked.”

Seonghwa pulled out entirely, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing, a desperate whimper escaping your lips. But before you could even beg, he flipped you onto your back with ease, your body barely having time to register the shift before he was on you again.

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. His other wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. His dark eyes flickered down, filled with something wild—something dangerous. “You want to be a brat?” he murmured, voice like velvet laced with steel. “Then you’ll be treated like one.”

San’s chuckle was low, amused. “You know what brats get, don’t you, baby?” He trailed a finger down your stomach, light, teasing. His touch stopped right above your swollen clit, not giving you what you needed.

Your thighs trembled, your hips shifting to chase his fingers, desperate for friction. “P-Please—”

San tsked. “Oh, you wanna beg now?” His hand suddenly came down on your inner thigh. A sharp slap that had your breath stuttering, the sting blooming instantly. “Where was this obedience earlier, huh?”

Seonghwa tightened his grip around your throat, his lips curving into a smirk. “She’s only good when she’s desperate.”

San hummed. “Then let’s make her desperate.”

He moved faster than you could process, reaching to grab something from the nightstand. A second later, the sharp *click* of metal filled the air.

Handcuffs.

You barely had time to gasp before Seonghwa was snapping them around your wrists, locking them above your head. “There,” he murmured, leaning down, his lips ghosting over yours. “Now you’re ours to do with as we please.”

And then, without warning—Seonghwa *slapped* your clit.

Your whole body jerked, a choked cry ripping from your throat as the sudden jolt of pleasure-pain sent electricity shooting through your veins.

San groaned. “Oh, that was pretty.”

Seonghwa did it again. Harder.

Your back arched, the metal of the cuffs digging into your skin as your body struggled against them. But there was nowhere to go. Nothing to do except take it.

“Aw,” San cooed mockingly, watching as your thighs trembled. “Too much?”

Seonghwa’s fingers traced over your dripping folds, gathering the slick that had only worsened with the punishment. He brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a groan. “I don’t think so,” he murmured. “She’s fucking dripping.”

San chuckled. “She likes being punished.”

Seonghwa smirked, pressing a single finger against your clit—not rubbing, not moving. Just applying pressure, the promise of more. “You like this, don’t you, baby?” His voice was low, intoxicating. “Getting used. Getting ruined.”

San leaned down, his lips barely brushing yours. “Getting owned.”

Seonghwa hummed, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. “You love this, don’t you? Being at our mercy.” His free hand traced down your torso, his fingertips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your stomach before sliding lower, teasing but never quite giving.

You whimpered, your body trembling under their touch, craving more—needing more. The metal of the cuffs bit into your wrists as you instinctively tugged against them, your need for control slipping further away.

San chuckled, his lips curling against your skin. “Already so restless,” he mused. “Should we give her what she wants, hyung?”

Seonghwa smirked, his grip on your throat tightening just a fraction more. “Not yet. She hasn’t earned it.”

Your whine of frustration only made them laugh, a mix of amusement and satisfaction evident in their voices. San’s hands roamed your sides, tracing the curves of your body with deliberate slowness, savoring the way you squirmed beneath his touch.

Seonghwa’s grip finally loosened, only for his fingers to trail down your spine, sending a fresh wave of shivers through you. “Patience,” he whispered, his lips grazing the back of your neck. “We’ll take our time ruining you.”

San caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back until your lips were just a breath away from his. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with both praise and possession. “But you can be better, can’t you?”

The tension between you all was electric, your body trapped between them, your mind clouded with need. They were in no rush, savoring every reaction, every twitch, every sound that escaped your lips.

You were theirs. And they were going to make sure you never forgot it.

They both suddenly lift you on your legs in front of the bed. Your own arousal drips on the floor, legs shaking and Seonghwa standing in front of you.

Seonghwa’s hum is like silk, deceptively smooth despite the rough grip he has on your jaw. His fingers dig into your skin, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to meet his dark, unreadable gaze. San stands behind you, arms crossed, tongue running over his teeth as he watches you with amusement.

You don’t even get the chance to respond before Seonghwa’s grip tightens, his other hand gripping your wrist and twisting it behind your back. In an instant, you’re spun around, body pressed flush against his as he manhandles you toward the bed.

San is already sitting at the edge of it, legs spread, waiting.

Seonghwa forces you forward until you’re straddling San’s lap, his strong arms keeping you in place. You squirm instinctively, your knees digging into the mattress, but before you can adjust, San grabs your hips and yanks you down onto his cock.

There’s no warning. No easing in. Just one brutal, unforgiving thrust that stretches you open in an instant.

You cry out, body lurching forward, hands flying to grip San’s shoulders. He groans at the feeling of you clenching around him, his nails sinking into your waist to hold you in place.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” San murmurs, his head tipping back as he exhales sharply. His grip tightens, keeping you from moving even an inch.

Seonghwa chuckles behind you, his presence overwhelming. “Of course she is. She’s been teasing all night, acting like she wouldn't know the consequences. But her little cunt says otherwise.”

You whimper, already lightheaded from the way San is seated so deep inside you. But before you can even adjust to the stretch, Seonghwa moves behind you, pressing your back to his chest. One of his hands snakes around your throat while the other grips your hip, holding you still as he presses the blunt tip of his cock against your entrance—the exact same one where San is already buried inside you.

“No—wait, I—”

Your words cut off into a choked sob as Seonghwa thrusts inside in one stuttering, brutal stroke. The stretch is almost unbearable, your walls struggling to accommodate both of them at once.

San curses beneath you, his hands gripping your ass to spread you wider, while Seonghwa groans into your ear, his teeth scraping along the shell of it.

“Look at that,” Seonghwa murmurs, his voice laced with mock sympathy. “You can take us both so well, but you don’t even realize how much of a slut you are, do you?”

You can’t answer. Not when they’re both inside you, so deep, so thick, making you feel so impossibly full. You can’t even *breathe*.

And they don’t let you adjust.

Seonghwa’s grip on your throat tightens as he pulls back just enough to slam forward again, making you jolt. San follows immediately, thrusting up into you, their movements perfectly synchronized as they set a brutal, punishing pace.

There’s no teasing. No mercy. Just raw, relentless fucking.

Your body is caught between them, used, controlled, forced to take every ruthless thrust as they fuck into you with no intention of slowing down. Your nails dig into San’s shoulders, your head tilting back against Seonghwa’s shoulder, mouth falling open in a silent moan.

“That’s it,” San breathes, watching your ruined expression with half-lidded eyes. “Already so dumb for us, huh? Can’t even think, can you?”

Seonghwa hums in agreement, his free hand sliding down to your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles just to toy with you. “She doesn’t need to think. She just needs to take it.”

You do. You take everything they give you, let them use you however they want. And the worst part? It feels so fucking good.

Your orgasm builds fast, your thighs trembling, body tightening as they drive you closer to the edge. Seonghwa feels it immediately—the way you clench around them, the way your breaths become short and desperate.

And just as you’re about to break—

They stop.

Seonghwa pulls out. San follows.

You sob at the loss, your walls spasming around nothing, your body trembling with frustration. Your hands claw at San’s arms, trying to ground yourself, trying to *understand*—

But they don’t give you a moment to recover.

Seonghwa grips your chin, turning your head so you’re forced to look at him. His lips are parted, his pupils blown, his cock glistening with your arousal. And yet, his expression is entirely composed, utterly controlled.

“That’s one,” he murmurs.

You let out a broken whimper, your head falling forward against San’s shoulder.

San chuckles, running his hands up your sides, his touch almost gentle despite the cruelty of his actions. “Oh, baby. We’re just getting started.”

You don’t get a second to prepare before Seonghwa pushes you down onto the mattress, pressing you flat as he lines himself up behind you again.

Then he’s inside you. Deep. Hard. Devastating.

San stands, stepping around the bed until he’s in front of you. His cock is still slick with your arousal, glistening under the dim lighting. He strokes himself lazily, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

"Open," he orders.

You hesitate for only a second before parting your lips. That second costs you—Seonghwa’s palm comes down on your ass, the sharp smack making you jolt.

San grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Did you forget how to listen, baby?" he taunts.

Before you can answer, he slides his cock past your lips, filling your mouth in one smooth motion. He doesn’t let you ease into it—his hips push forward until he’s deep in your throat, making you gag instantly.

Seonghwa takes advantage of the momentary distraction. His hands grip your hips, spreading you open before slamming into you from behind.

There’s no warning. No build-up. Just one devastating thrust that has your body lurching forward, San’s cock slipping even deeper down your throat.

You choke, your hands clawing at the sheets as your body struggles to handle both of them. But they don’t stop. They *don’t care*.

Seonghwa sets a brutal pace, fucking you into the mattress like he’s trying to break you. His nails dig into your waist, keeping you exactly where he wants you, forcing you to take every punishing thrust.

San isn’t any kinder. His grip tightens in your hair, keeping your head still as he fucks your mouth with the same merciless rhythm. His cock drags against your tongue, hitting the back of your throat with every movement.

Tears sting your eyes, drool spills from the corners of your lips, but they only seem to enjoy the sight of you unraveling.

“Such a good little slut,” Seonghwa growls, voice breathless yet firm. “Letting us ruin you after acting like an innocent little thing at that party."

San groans, his thumb brushing over your cheek, feeling the way his cock bulges in your throat. "She’s *perfect* like this."

The pleasure is unbearable. The way they use you—force you to take them, to surrender completely—has you spiraling. Your body trembles, your walls clenching around Seonghwa, your throat tightening around San.

You're close. So close it’s humiliating. The heat in your stomach coils tighter, the pleasure building to a breaking point—

And then they pull away.

San slides his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, watching with amusement as you gasp for air, your lips red and swollen. Seonghwa drags himself out of your soaked cunt, his cock slick with your arousal, and delivers another sharp slap to your ass.

“That’s another one,” he breathes.

A strangled sob escapes your lips, your body still trembling from the denied release. Your cunt clenches around nothing, desperate, aching, ruined.

San runs his fingers over your swollen lips, tilting his head as he admires your wrecked expression. “We can keep this up all night, baby,” he coos. “You know that, right?”

Seonghwa grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. His expression is composed, utterly in control. “Sweetie.. you know what to do.”

Your pride is shattered, your desperation unbearable. But you don’t hesitate.

“Please,” you whisper, your voice wrecked. “Please let me cum. Please, I need it—I need you, I need to—”

San chuckles, running a thumb over your spit-slick lips. “Mhm. that’s much better."

Seonghwa smirks. "I guess she’s learned her lesson."

San hums in agreement. "Yeah. I think she deserves a reward now."

"Aww, she’s shaking," San murmurs, voice dripping with amusement.

You *are* shaking—your body writhing between them, overwhelmed and desperate. They’ve been teasing you for what feels like forever, pushing you to the edge only to pull away, leaving you ruined and empty.

But now?

Now, they’re finally giving you what you want.

Seonghwa's fingers press deep inside your dripping cunt, curling perfectly against your sweet spot. His other hand holds you down, keeping you spread open as he works you over with precision—slow, deliberate, *taunting.*

San, meanwhile, sits beside you, his gaze locked onto your wrecked expression. His fingers tug at your swollen, spit-slick lips before sliding down your body, reaching between your thighs to toy with your aching clit.

"Poor thing," San coos mockingly, his fingers circling your sensitive bud. "All worked up with nowhere to go."

Your back arches violently, your body instinctively chasing the pleasure, *begging* for release without words.

Seonghwa chuckles. "She’s *so* close," he muses, his voice smooth but firm. "I can feel her clenching around my fingers."

You let out a strangled moan, your body tensing, your climax teetering right on the edge.

And this time—this time, they don’t stop.

San leans down, his lips ghosting over yours as he presses just the right amount of pressure to your clit, rubbing tight, devastating circles that send you spiraling.

Seonghwa crooks his fingers inside you, hitting that perfect spot, his pace unrelenting. "Cum for us," he murmurs, voice low, commanding. "Now."

The moment his words hit you, the coil in your stomach *snaps.*

Pleasure crashes over you like a violent wave, your body convulsing, thighs trembling as your orgasm tears through you. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry, your hands grasping at nothing, desperate to ground yourself.

But they don’t *let* you recover.

San grins wickedly, watching your face twist in pleasure. "That’s it," he murmurs.

And then Seonghwa pulls his fingers from your still-clenching pussy, slick and drenched, only to drag them up to your lips.

"Open," he orders.

You barely register the command, still reeling from your orgasm, but when you don’t respond quickly enough, San grips your jaw, forcing your lips apart.

Seonghwa slides his fingers past them, pressing down on your tongue. "Taste yourself," he whispers darkly.

Your body is still trembling when Seonghwa shifts behind you, his hands grabbing your thighs to spread you open again. San moves, kneeling between your legs, stroking himself as he watches you come down from your high.

But the moment you manage to catch your breath, Seonghwa’s lips ghost against your ear, his voice a promise.

"You begged so pretty for it,' Seonghwa

murmurs, his fingers ghosting along your

jaw as you tremble between them. "But did

you really think we'd stop just because we're finally letting you cum?"

San chuckles darkly, his thumbs pressing

into your waist as he aligns himself with

your entrance again. "Oh, baby," he sighs,

mockingly sweet. "You're so fucked."

You barely have a second to catch your

breath before they thrust into you at the same time.

Your body jolts forward, mouth parting in a

silent scream as they stretch you open all

over again. There's no slow buildup--no

mercy. Seonghwa drives his cock into your

drenched cunt from behind, his pace deep

and punishing, while San grips your hips

and thrusts into you from the front.

There's nowhere to run. No escape. You're

trapped between them, your body forced to take every relentless thrust as they fuck into you, raw and unyielding.

San presses his forehead against yours, his breath hot and uneven. His hands roam over your body, gripping your waist, your ribs--before sliding up to cup your breasts. His thumbs brush over your hardened nipples before he pinches them, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers. You cry out at the sensation, your back arching.

"That's it," San groans, voice wrecked with

lust. "Let us hear you."

Seonghwa tightens his grip on your throat,

not hard enough to cut off your air, but

enough to remind you of his control. His

free hand moves to join San's, fingers

teasing and squeezing your breasts, while

his cock slams into you even deeper.

"You look so fucking good like this," he

mutters against your ear. "So cock-drunk,

so ruined--taking us like you were made for it.”

Your nails dig into San's shoulders, the

pleasure so overwhelming it's unbearable. And as if it isn't enough, San leans down,

his lips finding the curve of your throat.

He doesn't kiss you gently. No, he claims

you--his teeth sinking into your skin

sucking hard enough to leave dark bruises

in his wake.

"You're ours," he growls against your neck,

"You know that, don't you?"

You sob, your body shaking as he moves

lower, his tongue trailing down between

your breasts. His mouth finds one of your

nipples, wrapping around it as he sucks

harshly, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin.

Your entire body shudders, overstimulated

beyond belief. Seonghwa tightens his hold

on your throat, his grip grounding you, while his hips snap forward, hitting that spot inside you with every thrust.

"You're close again," he breathes, his lips

brushing against your ear. "I can feel it."

You can't deny it. You're so close, the

pleasure coiling impossibly tight in your

stomach, your body on the verge of

breaking

San releases your nipple with a sinful pop,

his lips moving back up to your throat. His

hands grip your hips, keeping you steady as he fucks into you even harder, his cock

slamming into you in perfect sync with Seonghwa.

Your body was theirs to control, to break apart and piece back together, and they knew it. You were caught between them, helpless, overpowered, your body shaking as pleasure warred with the overwhelming force of their touch.

San had one hand wrapped around your throat—not tight, just enough to remind you who was in control—while the other gripped your hip, forcing you to take everything he gave. His dark eyes bore into yours, drinking in every whimper, every twitch, every desperate attempt to hold yourself together. Behind you, Seonghwa was just as relentless, his grip bruising as he held you steady, his pace unyielding, punishing.

"You’ve taken your punishment so well," San rasped, his breath fanning against your lips. "I think you’ve had enough for tonight."

Seonghwa groaned behind you, his teeth scraping over the shell of your ear. "Mm, barely. But she’s been good." His fingers dug into your waist before he added, "Let’s give her what she needs."

And then they did.

San’s fingers found your most sensitive spot, ruthless and precise, stroking with an expertise that made your head spin. Seonghwa’s grip tightened, his lips curling against your ear as he whispered, "Come for us, baby. Now."

The command sent you spiraling, your body locking up before pleasure tore through you, raw and blinding. A cry ripped from your throat as you shattered between them, your body shaking, utterly wrecked.

They didn’t let you fall.

Seonghwa caught you first, his hands smoothing over your trembling frame, pressing you back against his warm chest. San was just as quick, brushing damp strands of hair from your face as he pulled you close, his touch now gentle, soothing. The shift was effortless—ruthless dominance melting into something tender, something worshipful.

San kissed your forehead, murmuring, "Did so well for us, sweetheart."

Seonghwa hummed his approval, his hands never stopping their slow, grounding strokes along your sides. "So perfect," he praised, voice softer now. "We’ve got you."

For a long moment, the only sound was your slowing breaths, their warmth pressing into you, keeping you anchored. And then, as expected, the teasing began.

San's fingers trailed lazily up your thigh, his lips curling into a smirk against your temple. "Who do you belong to, sweetheart?"

You barely had the energy to answer, but you knew better than to keep them waiting. "You…"

Seonghwa chuckled, his grip tightening slightly. "Who, baby?"

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but they heard it—felt it. "San… Hwa… Both of you."

San grinned, dropping a kiss to your lips. "That’s right. Good girl."

Seonghwa’s arms wrapped around you tighter, his voice low, possessive. "Ours."

Wrapped between them, sore in the best way, you let yourself sink into the safety of their embrace. Completely spent. Completely theirs.

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