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honeyhotteoks · 2 years ago

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a little more love to give (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: fifth and final installment in the husbands series; it's been years, and you life with them has grown, you just don't expect your second baby to be a surprise. part one: room for three || part two: and if i stay || part three: their gift || part four: hold fast together

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // i'm back.... with the final installment of the husbands series. it's essentially all fluff and tender smut, definitely less hard than previous chapters but you know, they're parents now lol

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, married!yunhwa, established yunhwa x reader relationship, mmf, brief mention of trouble conceiving, pregnancy, discussion of early pregnancy symptoms like nausea, headaches, dizzy/fainting spells, nervous!yunhwa, some physical body descriptions relating to body change with pregnancy including weight/physicality, but on a fun note...... praise, degredation/humilitation, body worship, so much fucking oil, vaginal and anal fingering, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), cumshots, mention of sir kink but not used, lots of verbal instruction, lots of breast and nipple play, nipple clamps, light pain play, gratuitous use of good girl, sweet girl, pretty girl, etc., essentially if you don't want to read pregnant!reader sex, don't read this but honestly they're pretty in love and i thought it was cute - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, fluff, domestic / slice of life

word count: 11.4K

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special note - their daughter's name is dasom, which literally translates to love in korean. seonghwa calls her 'nae sarang' which also translates to 'my love'. i think after all the trouble they had getting pregnant, there's nothing else they would want to call her but love. i just thought that additional context might be nice for some readers. please enjoy, and thanks for sticking with this one. x

You’re tucked away in the dim light of your bedroom nursing a headache when you hear the front door of your apartment swing open. Checking your phone for the time, you wince at the bright light and press the lock button again quickly to dim the screen. You have unanswered messages and notifications, but you can’t even think about that with the way your head is aching, you’re just glad it’s not as bad as it was a few hours ago.

With a sigh you stay settled under the covers and opt to listen, your husbands getting home from their respective days downstairs.

“Oh,” You hear Seonghwa say first, “hey, Nari,”

Your best friend’s voice is bright and clear, echoing up the stairs and you know she’s in the entryway to greet them, “Hi, Seonghwa,” and then a beat later, “baby, look who’s home!” Her voice lilts up, playful and fun.

Your daughter makes a joyful, bubbly sound, “Appa!”

“Come here, nae sarang,” He’s hauling her up into a hug, you just know it.

You duck your head up out of the blankets to listen more closely despite the throb behind your temples.

“She’s getting so big,” Nari says.

“Mhm,” Yunho’s low voice murmurs, “a proper little princess now,”

Your daughter giggles, and you smile.

“Where’s y/n?” Seonghwa finally asks.

You had all but begged her to keep your secret, but Nari is a terrible liar and all she can do is stumble over her words, “She’s, well, you know her, she’s,”

“Nari?” Yunho asks, a laugh in his voice still.

“Princess,” Seonghwa coos to your baby girl, “where did your mommy run off to?”

There’s a long pause, and you can almost picture your baby’s teary face, round cheeks pink and wet with fat tears. It took so long to get her to stop crying in the first place. “Eomma,” she wails, and you grit your teeth.

“Oh, aegiya don’t do that,” Nari soothes, “it’s okay,”

“Shh,” Seonghwa croons, and you know he’s rocking her from side to side.

“What’s going on?” Seonghwa sounds confused.

“Ah. I just got her calmed down,” Nari sighs.

“E-Eomma!” She wails again and this time Yunho’s voice isn’t so casual.

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” He maintains a light tone for her, but you can hear the anxiety in it, “Where’s mommy?”

“She,” Nari starts to say. but your daughter’s bubbling wail cuts her off.

“Eomma f-fell down!” Another pointed sob.

“What?” Alarm is laced through Seonghwa’s voice, “Is she alright? Why didn’t someone call us?”

“She’s completely fine,” Nari assures, “she just called me to come watch Dasom after,”

“After what?” Yunho presses.

“Hush, baby, it’s okay,” Seonghwa croons, trying to even out your baby’s cries.

“Where is she?” Yunho asks insistently, trying to keep calm in front of Dasom.

“She’s not hurt, she didn’t even hit her head, she’s just,” Nari back tracks, “sorry, okay, she’s in your room,”

You hear jogging, footsteps hurrying up the steps, and Dasom wails again, Nari’s soothing tone humming as she takes your daughter back in her arms.

The door pushes open wide, Yunho’s eyes searching and nervous, “Hey,”

“Hey,” You murmur, groaning a little at the harsh hallway light, “oh, please shut the door, the light,”

Seonghwa pushes the door shut as Yunho crosses the room, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking you over, “What’s going on?”

“I’m okay, don’t worry,” You reach for his hand and give him a squeeze, “Dasom just got scared because I’m not feeling well, and I asked Nari to come over so I could get some rest,”

Seonghwa eases onto the opposite side of the bed, scooting over until he’s sitting up against the headboard by your side, “she said you fell? Fell how?

You sigh into your pillow, “I was making her lunch, and I got dizzy,”

Yunho’s eyes flick to his husband’s, then back to yours, “Okay,”

You know they��ll panic when you say it but they’ll find out no matter what, “I fainted, which I think just seemed scary to Dasom,”

“Did you hit your head?” Yunho reaches for you, fingertips soft on your jaw, “Should we go to the hospital?”

You shake your head, “No, no, I caught myself fine,”

“I still think a doctor,” Seonghwa sounds nervous, “you fainted out of nowhere? I saw you eat this morning,”

Your mind flicks back to when you threw it all up in the hallway bathroom while Dasom was down for her nap, how you pulled yourself up and rallied to make her a little lunch and then found yourself stumbling in the kitchen, your daughter’s nervous voice in your ear.

“I don’t need a doctor,” You assure him, “I just need a little rest,”

“Come here,” Yunho slides closer and lays his hand across your forehead, “you don’t feel warm,”

“It’s not a fever,” You murmur, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his palm before letting him pull away.

“If you felt bad enough that you needed to call Nari,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “that you couldn’t keep an eye on Dasom, I think it’s serious enough that we should see a doctor, jagiya,”

You wanted to tell them later, to confirm things with a blood test first, to make sure everything was going well before you announced the news, but you suppose there are enough signs that you’re sure. Little things you had been brushing off for weeks, not to mention the positive test from the pharmacy. The same exact symptoms that you had with Dasom, down to the sudden migraines.

“It’s okay,” You take his hand, “I promise. It was scary for Dasom, but she’s three,”

“Then why did you call Nari?” Yunho presses, “You should have called us, I could have come home early,”

You’re hardly ever sick, and you forgot how fussy they get anytime you so much as sneeze.

Your head throbs again and you sigh. You had wanted to make it special, to make it more romantic than this, but there’s no keeping it from them now. You shake your head, “I called Nari so she could watch Dasom while I rested, and so she could pick me up a pregnancy test on her way,”

Yunho’s face goes slack, “A what?”

“I’ve been getting sick again,” You push yourself up in the bed to sit against the soft headboard, “everyday at lunchtime just like before. I didn’t think anything of it, of any of the signs because we haven’t been trying,”

“You’re kidding,” Yunho leans away, glancing between you and Seonghwa, “you… why didn’t you tell us you were sick?”

You open your mouth to explain, to find something to say, but Seonghwa finally speaks up.

“You’re pregnant?” He stammers, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sick everyday, dizzy, my headaches are back, I’ve been crying at fucking everything,” Your eyes sting at the thought, “I’m so late, I didn’t even realize it, we’ve been busy… but I’m so, so late,”

“Oh my god,” Yunho’s face lights up, and he presses a hand over his mouth.

“There’s a positive test in the trash,” You nod towards the bathroom, “I was going to go to the doctor tomorrow, confirm everything with a blood test and then tell you… so much better than this, but, yeah, yes, I’m pregnant,”

“Jagi,” Seonghwa breathes, and you realize now his eyes are full of unshed tears.

Yunho tugs you into his arms and you start with a squeak. His arms wrap around you, his face ducked into your neck, and he takes a watery breath, “I can’t believe it,”

“I don’t know when it happened,” You lean your cheek on his chest, “but if my symptoms are lining up on the same timeline as Dasom, I’m at least twelve weeks,”

“The lake trip,” Seonghwa says after a moment, and you flip back in your mental calendar to three, almost four months ago when Yunho’s parents had taken care of Dasom for a long weekend and the three of you slipped away for a much needed vacation together.

Yunho nods into your neck, his hand coasting up and down your back.

He’s not letting you go, and Seonghwa hasn’t said anything more, and your stomach flips. “This is good news, isn’t it? I mean, I know we haven’t talked about it recently, but it’s,”

Yunho laughs sharply, pulling away and cupping your cheeks, “Of course it is,” His cheeks are wet, eyes sparkling, and he surges forwards to kiss you, his breath shaky on your lips.

“Oh, thank god,” You mumble against his mouth.

A light knock on the door catches your attention and you hear the door squeak open, “Hey, y/n,”

Yunho pulls away, but he can’t quite pull his eyes away from you as you lean past him, “Yeah?”

“Dasom’s getting a little ancy,” She murmurs, “how about I take her tonight? A little sleepover with her auntie to give you three some time?”

You exhale and nod immediately, “You - Nari, that would be such a help,”

“Did you,” She looks at you pointedly and gestures between the two men on either side of you.

“Yeah,” You can’t stop the grin on your face.

Yunho wipes away the tears threatening to spill over and pushes himself off the edge of the bed, “Let me help you get her things together, is she still crying?”

“No,” Nari shakes her head, “she’s upset, but I got her to calm down for now,”

“I’ll talk to her,” He squeezes your hand and takes a steadying breath, trying to calm down his sudden swell of emotion.

“Don’t tell her yet,” You interject, “please,”

“No,” He agrees, “not yet,”

“Congratulations,” Nari says quietly, “all of you,”

Yunho grins wide, nodding and Seonghwa murmurs a quiet thank you. You’ll have to do something nice for Nari, something special for taking care of Dasom today and giving you time with your husbands tonight.

You had always talked about having more children, but the timing was never quite right. Dasom alone was a handful, plus the demands of all of your jobs growing stronger. It just became something you might do soon, but not now. Always not now.

You watch Yunho take a deep breath before he follows Nari back downstairs to tend to your daughter, and then you’re alone again with Seonghwa.

“Hey,” You murmur, shifting to meet his eyes.

“Hi, darling,” He smiles warmly, eyes still shining.

“How are you?” You gently prod his thigh.

“I can barely believe it,” He admits, “but darling, you know me, I’ve always wanted another baby,”

“You’re happy?”

“So happy,” He reaches for you, shuffling closer on the bed until you’re pressed together, forehead to forehead, “I love you,”

Tears bubble up again in your eyes and you nod against him, “I love you too, Hwa,”

“I love our little life together,” He murmurs softly, “every second,”

Your breath hitches a little, and you let your eyes slip closed, breathing together in time with him in the center of your bed. A light commotion downstairs breaks you both apart and you grin, “We should get up,”

“You should be resting,” He shakes his head, “how’s your headache?” His fingertips smooth along your hairline as he looks you over.

“Better than before, but still,” You sigh, “you remember what they were like,”

“I do,” He gives you a soft, sympathetic smile, “which is why I’m saying go back to bed,”

“I will when Dasom leaves,” You lean forward and kiss him gently, “but I don’t want her to be scared tonight, I should let her see me before she leaves,”

There’s no argument there, so Seonghwa takes a deep breath and climbs out of the bed to offer you a hand, “I’ll go with you.”

“Let me clean up second,” You blink hard when you get to your feet, the equilibrium of the room and the light from the hall a little jarring still, but you are feeling better than before, so you smooth your hair back and turn towards your vanity. You don’t bother to try and look completely normal, Dasom’s smart enough to see right through that, but you still run a brush through your hair and try to perk up just a bit to avoid looking dead on your feet.

Seonghwa stands behind you, watching in the mirror with a smile on his face.

“What?” You smile back at him, the joy in the room infectious now.

“You’re a beautiful mother,” He says softly, “and I love you,”

Pink tinges your cheeks at his words and your eyes flick down, “I love you too,”

“My pretty wife,” He wraps his arms around you again, nuzzling your cheek and peppering soft kisses across your cheek.

“Oh, stop,” You twist to kiss his soft lips, “come on, let’s go down,”

“Mmhm,” He kisses you again before he lets you go and leads the way out of their bedroom and towards the stairs.

As you enter into the light you wince a little, but it’s not so harsh that you can’t manage.

He lays a hand on your lower back and moves to see your face, “Is it too much?”

“Not yet,” You assure him, “I’ll be fine for a few minutes,”

The voices downstairs start to shift, and you realize that Yunho is walking back towards the foyer at the bottom of the steps by the front door.

“People cry for happy things too, baby,” Yunho murmurs, and from the top of the stairs you watch him walking back and forth with Dasom in his arms, her tiny face pressed into his chest.

She says something to him you can’t quite hear, muffled into his shirt.

He smiles, rubbing her back, “I can’t tell you yet,”

Her head pops up, and she rubs at her face with her little hand, “Why not?”

“Mm,” Yunho narrows his eyes at her playfully, “because it’s a surprise,”

Seonghwa wraps his arms around you from behind, listening with you.

“I want a surprise,” She nods and Nari’s laugh echoes from the next room.

“I know,” Yunho shrugs, keeping the energy light so she relaxes more, “but I promise when you come home from Nari’s we’ll have the surprise ready,”

She sighs, and Seonghwa chuckles behind you.

“Are you ready, baby?” Nari holds up Dasom’s coat and little backpack.

“Can we watch Ariel?” Dasom perks up, scrambling to get out of Yunho’s arms.

“Mhm,” Nari drops down to her height to help her put the coat on, “but I don’t remember all the words to the songs, so you’ll have to teach me,”

“I know all the words,” She says and you watch Yunho’s face light up.

Seonghwa squeezes you, “I want to see her before she leaves,”

“Me too,” You brush off your cheeks, and despite your headache you get yourself together enough to go downstairs, “do I look like I’ve been crying?”

“Not too bad,” Seonghwa assures you, “me?”

You shake your head, “Only a little,”

“Yunho’s the crier anyways,” Seonghwa grins, and then starts down the steps.

You follow him, and at the first creak of the stairs, Yunho looks up and Dasom whips right around, “Eomma!”

“Hey,” You smile, “I heard you’re having a sleepover,”

Yunho’s watching you like a hawk, his body tense like you might faint again at any moment but you give him an easy smile and shake your head a little. Seonghwa’s hand presses into the center of your back, and the minute you hit the landing, your daughter collides with your legs.

“Hey, hey,” You smooth back her hair, “what’s this?”

“Are you sick?” She mumbles into your leggings.

You share a quick smile with your husbands, and then reach down for her. When you hoist her up, both of them take a sudden step towards you, Seonghwa’s hands around Dasom’s waist to help lift her and take any weight off, but you settle her on your hip anyways.

“I’m not sick,” You assure her, “you know how mommy gets headaches sometimes?”

She nods.

“Just a headache,” You smile, “I’m sorry I made you worry, baby,”

“It’s okay,” Her words run together, and then she twists in your arms to find Yunho, “Appa has a surprise,”

“Oh, he does, does he?” You smile, her attention back on you, and when you look up Yunho’s holding up his hands and mouthing an apology.

“I want it now,” She kicks her little legs and you smile.

“Mm,” You consider her words, and she watches your face carefully as you pretend to think, “I don’t know, my love, patience is important.”

She frowns, and at the first quiver of her bottom lip you shake your head, she stills.

“The surprise isn’t ready yet,” You tell her honestly, “but when you get home, it will be. So if you can be a big girl, and be very patient, your present will be here when you get home from your sleepover,”

“But,” She starts, but Seonghwa is quick to intervene.

“Dasom,” He says, voice soft but just a little more firm than before, “mommy’s not feeling very well, don’t argue, please.”

Her mouth snaps shut, and she still looks sad, but she nods. Every day you feel her growing up in your arms and learning little by little and your heart clenches. A sudden image of her teaching your new baby flickers through your mind and you feel overwhelmingly tender, soft like you might cry.

Seonghwa picks up on the change immediately, “Come here, nae sarang,”

She’s out of your arms and held in his a moment later. Yunho’s wide palm smooths up and down your back and you take a steadying breath.

“Can you put your jacket on for auntie, please?” Seonghwa asks, turning her away from you and nuzzling her with his nose, pressing a kiss to her soft cheek.

“Yep,” She says as she drops to the floor and stretches her arms up and wide for Nari to slide her arms through the sleeves of the puffy coat.

“God, she’s cute,” You murmur under your breath and Yunho chuckles at your side.

“Let’s go, babe,” Nari zips her up and grabs her backpack from the floor.

Yunho steps forward and snags it, “I’ll walk you down,”

“Thanks,” Nari nods, patting Dasom’s back.

Dasom says goodbye to you over her shoulder, focused on whatever Yunho’s saying to her, the stress of the day forgotten now that she’s seen you up and walking around. Yunho keeps her attention with ease and her little hand locks on Nari’s. You watch her go and despite your headache, your heart aches worse.

“Alright,” Seonghwa murmurs as soon as they’re out of sight, “back to bed,”

“Yes, please,” You admit, sighing and leaning against his chest.

“I’ll come with you,” He kisses your hair.

“It’s early,”

“So, I’ll stay until you fall asleep,” He pushes you gently towards the stairs, “just relax and let me take care of you,”

It’s easy to do, you’ve been letting him care for you for years. He takes you to bed and helps you slip into sleep. By the time Yunho gets back upstairs you’re out like a light and the two of them are left to marvel in the news by themselves.

It’s hours and hours before your headache breaks and you wake to the warm feeling of your husbands bodies pressed close to you. Someone’s arm is wrapped around your middle, someone’s thigh pressed between yours, lips on your shoulder, a hand on your backside, feet tangled together under the comforter. Morning light bleeds into the room, pale yellow and warm, one of the first times you’ve woken up by your own internal clock in what feels like months.

You’re pressed into Seonghwa’s chest, and you kiss his bare skin softly, eliciting a contented sigh from his lips. His hand slips down from its place on the small of your back and under the waistband of your sleep pants, coasting over your skin and squeezing you in all the right places.

“Mm, Hwa,” You pull him closer.

“How’s your head?” He asks softly, checking before he takes his hand any further.

“Better,” You nod, your lips traveling up his throat, “come kiss me,”

Yunho rolls closer behind you, groaning as he wakes, the familiar feeling of his morning hardness connecting with your thigh. “We haven’t slept in,” He sighs, “in so long,”

“It’s seven-thirty,” You laugh against Seonghwa’s lips.

“Exactly,” Yunho tugs you both closer, “our six am human alarm isn’t jumping on us,”

“Oh, you miss her,” Seonghwa laughs, “I know you do,”

“So much,” He smiles against your shoulder.

“Well,” You murmur, pressing your hips back into Yunho’s to feel him just a little closer, “I think our sleep is about to get worse, not better in the next few months,”

“True,” Seonghwa shifts down in the bed to kiss you properly, his fingers tangling with Yunho’s above your head.

“Mm, but I think,” Yunho reaches around and smooths his hand over your stomach, and then stills completely.

“What?” You mumble, shifting back from Seonghwa’s lips and looking over your shoulder to try and find your other husband’s eyes.

“You’re already showing,” His hand moves across you again, this time from top to bottom of your belly to trace the soft swell, “how did we not notice?”

“It’s not that much,” You shake your head, but Seonghwa is already sliding his hand out of your sleep pants to curl around your front and feel for himself.

“Yes, it is,” Seonghwa grins, backing up to look down at you, “oh my god,”

“Come here,” Yunho tugs you back onto your back gently and Seonghwa pushes the comforter down until it’s settled low around all of your hips.

“Look,” Seonghwa slides your sleepshirt up until it’s tucked just under your breasts and he smooths a hand across your belly, “that’s a bump,”

Shifting in the covers you look down at yourself, “You’re right,” you murmur softly, eyes still studying yourself.

It’s still small, not the pronounced curve of a clearly pregnant person’s body, but they know you and every inch of your skin well, and to them it’s plain as day. Your body has been so different since Dasom, softer in so many ways and even to you this little change is easy to miss until you’re really looking. To anyone else the subtle swell would be nothing, but to you it’s everything. To them, it’s your words made real.

“Look, look,” Yunho grins, sliding his hand down your side until he cups under your stomach, his hand clearly folding into the slightest curve at the change in your body, “you really are pregnant,”

“Yeah,” Your voice is small.

Yunho moves low in the sheets suddenly, pressing his lips to your stomach and smiling, “Hi, baby,”

You stroke his hair softly, “You’re so cute,”

“We’ve missed months,” Yunho says without looking back up, stroking your skin again, “we started talking to Dasom when she was the size of a pea, we’ll have to catch up with this little one,”

“God, I really do love you both,” You sigh.

“Mhm,” Yunho kisses your stomach again, “and we love you, and this new bean,”

You could cry, you really could.

“Boy or girl?” Seonghwa murmurs, propping his head up on one hand.

“Sister or brother, is the real question,” You offer, “Dasom would lose her little mind if it’s a girl,”

“Should we find out early?” Yunho asks, pulling his attention away from your stomach and looking up at you both.

With Dasom you did, you were all being too cautious and careful about the pregnancy since it had taken so long to get there that you had every health screening and pregnancy checkup known to man, so the mystery of your baby’s sex wasn’t easy to keep when you went through as many ultrasounds and doctors visits as you did.

“Maybe,” Seonghwa says, “it might be nice to know early to help prepare Dasom, they always say it’s hard for kids to adjust from only child to older sibling. Maybe if she knows sister or brother she can start to think about it early,”

You nod, chewing your lip and absent mindedly running your fingers through Yunho’s dark hair.

“She could help us decorate,” Yunho offers, “it might help keep her involved so it’s an exciting thing, not a scary thing,”

“It’s a good idea,” You agree, “but let me get a check-up first,”

“Sure,” He says, “but it’s still nice to plan for, she’s going to be so excited,”

“I hope so,”

Seonghwa snuggles into your one side, kissing you warmly and wrapping an arm around your middle, “How are you feeling so far today?”

“Normal, I think?” You smile.

“Yeah?” Seonghwa brushes your hair back, “Nausea? Headache?”

You shake your head softly and then take a moment to feel your body, taking stock of all the little things. You stretch against the mattress, arching your back a little to shift out of your sleeping position, and find yourself in a deep yawn.

Yunho’s hand smooths over your stomach as you stretch long, his fingers spread wide and grin across his face, “I really can’t believe it, I thought we’d have to try again,”

“Me too,” You admit, threading your fingers with his.

“Last time was…” Yunho trails off, and he doesn’t have to say it, you all remember.

“Let’s not think about it,” Seonghwa surprises you, reaching across to brush Yunho’s cheek, “let’s just be happy about this little one,”

Yunho swallows and clears his throat, pushing away whatever momentary emotion had flooded up inside him. It was hard for all of you, and when Dasom finally came all of those hard, bad things were easy to forget, at least for a little while.

“There’s a lot to be happy for,” You smile, pushing past those memories and focusing on the present, “for one… we’re alone,”

“That is a very good point,” Seonghwa kisses your head.

“Alone for a while,” You add, “hours, even,”

“Oh, you are feeling better,” Yunho laughs, dropping a kiss to your belly and sighing warmly against your skin.

“We’ve been so busy,” You relax between them, letting your shirt ride up a little, “don’t you miss me?”

“Don’t even joke,” Seonghwa huffs, picking up on your queues with ease and slipping the shirt up and off your head.

Yunho pulls the tie of your sleep pants open with one firm tug and slides them off in a hurry.

They crowd you on either side, lips dropping on your skin and hands smoothing over you until Seonghwa stills, cupping the beginnings of your bump and Yunho falls still beside him.

“What?” You reach for Seonghwa, trying to tug him back down to your mouth.

“Nothing,” He shakes his head, “I just keep remembering that you're pregnant again.” He smooths his hand down further, looking for your thigh.

“Mm,” You stretch, letting Seonghwa shift your leg open wide, “does this mean you’re both going to start fussing over me again?”

“Who’s fussing?” Yunho smirks, easing down the bed and pressing kisses across your belly until he’s settled between your open thighs.

“You,” You smile, “treating me like glass,”

“To be fair,” Seonghwa’s lips travel across your shoulder, teeth nipping at your collarbones, “we were all nervous last time,”

“And now?” You sigh.

“I think we know how to take care of you,” Seonghwa chuckles.

Yunho’s hands coast up and down your thighs, “And there’s nothing wrong with being gentle,”

You start to smile, but your breath catches in your throat as he runs the back of his knuckle down your slit, the fabric of your panties tickling your sensitive nub.

“Taking it slow,” Seonghwa offers, his mouth dancing closer to your nipple but conveniently never touching.

“I like slow,” You breathe, letting your eyes fall closed.

“Mm,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “no,”

Yunho chuckles.

“You like hard,” Seonghwa nips at your breast with his teeth, “and fast,”

Your breath thins as you feel your body start to respond.

“And rough,” Seonghwa adds, the pad of his thumb pressing down over your nipple, “and sometimes mean,”

“Fuck,” You hiss as he flicks your nipple hard before pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Slow,” Seonghwa adds, “just makes you whine and beg for hard and fast,”

“So?” Your hand on his back tightens.

“Sometimes we want just want to take our time darling,” Seonghwa’s tongue finally, finally flicks across your other nipple, “especially when we know how sensitive you must be,”

Yunho presses a kiss to your clit through your panties, sighing through the fabric, “Are you sore, sweetheart? Aching?”

“Does this hurt?” Seonghwa cups your breast, kneading it with a little more pressure than before and you gasp.

“N-no,” You breathe.

“Do you want it to?” Seonghwa squeezes you again.

Your hips buck softly, pressing your cunt harder against Yunho’s face and he smiles, flicking the firm muscle of his tongue over your clit, dragging the cotton fabric across it enough that you rock your hips again.

“This is too slow,” You let your head fall back against the bed, “and you know it,”

Seonghwa lifts his head, kissing your lips before brushing his fingers along your jaw, “Just for now,” he murmurs.

“Okay,” You crane your neck up to kiss him back, “but you remember what things were like with Dasom, you won’t hurt us,”

Seonghwa smiles, and Yunho lifts his mouth away to slip his fingers under the edges of your panties and drag them down your thighs. “Us,” Yunho repeats, his voice content and soft.

“I have an idea,” Seonghwa sighs, “how about you lie back and trust me, jagi,”

“You know I do,” You didn’t mean to upset him, and of course there’s nothing wrong with him taking his time, but you’ve been gifted with time alone and you really, really want to use it.

“Just hush,” He shakes his head, “close your eyes.”

You snap them closed immediately, “Yes, sir,”

“Mm,” Seonghwa makes a soft, negative noise as he shifts off the bed, “not today, okay? Just be with us,”

You nod, feeling Yunho’s hands slide up over your hips to warmly ground you.

The sound of a drawer opening perks you up though and you lift your head to try and hear better.

“Baby,” Seonghwa says to Yunho, “how’s this?”

“Perfect,” Yunho agrees, and you feel him shift on the mattress, his hands leaving your hips, “and get me the - yes, those,”

“What are you two doing?” You finally ask, desperately eager and wanting to open your eyes.

“My darling,” Seonghwa says, “we’re going to show you how much we love you,”

“For as long as you can take,” Yunho adds, “as fast or slow as we want.”

Your body melts into the mattress, you know that tone of voice. You love that tone of voice.

“Tell us if something doesn’t feel good,” Seonghwa’s voice is back at your side.

“I will,” You promise, and you can’t help the smile on your face.

“Alright beautiful,” Seonghwa kneels by your side, “lift up, eyes stay closed.”

Yunho’s hand on your hip clarifies your other husband's words and you press up to lift your hips high. They’re prepping something, communicating silently with each other, and it leaves you wanting. You’re a second away from pleading with them to tell you their plans.

“There we go,” Yunho says, “you can relax,”

When you ease back down the sensation under you is different, a soft towel underneath your hips and you’re about to open your mouth and try to guess their plan, but your husbands push your thighs open wide and something warm and wet and slippery drips over your bare mound.

You sigh out a soft moan as the warming oil slides down between your thighs, and then you feel it again. Warm oil spreads again, this time across your belly and breasts and you suddenly realize what they mean to do to you. It’s not often that you have the time for this kind of foreplay anymore, let alone the patience for it. Seonghwa isn’t necessarily wrong either, you love them when they’re bossy and firm and taunting, so room for this kind of slow worship is narrow. Except something about Yunho’s thumb gliding the oil down over your cunt is making you dizzy, so you let them give you what they want.

“You’re beautiful,” Seonghwa murmurs into your ear as he smooths the oil up your chest and spreads it across your skin, “always, jagiya, but something about this,”

“Mhm,” Yunho hums, his fingers slowly massaging your skin, close to your slit but never parting your folds, “so perfect,”

“Please touch me,” Your voice is breathy, “please,”

“We are touching you,” Yunho says and you can hear the teasing smile in his voice.

“You know what I think?” Seonghwa sighs, sliding his hand over your breast again and massaging.

“Tell me,” You arch into his touch, opening your legs wider for Yunho.

“I think,” He squeezes your nipple a little harder than before, “we clearly haven’t been taking care of our darling properly if we didn’t even notice this.” He massages the oil down your chest over the soft, small swell of your stomach.

You twitch beneath him, breath quickening.

“We need to make it up to you, my love,” Yunho’s voice is low, husky as he stays focused on his task. Every warm rub of his fingers anywhere near your dripping slit has your hips jerking.

“Oh, god,” You sigh.

“Mm,” Seonghwa massages your chest again, “I think these are fuller, we missed that too, love,”

“Oh,” You moan sharply as he pinches your nipples again.

“You’re being so patient, sweetheart,” Yunho murmurs, the tips of his two fingers dipping inside you for just a moment.

“G-God, do that again,” You press your body forward, begging for just a little more.

“Yunho,” Seonghwa says, his voice firm, “hands off,”

Suddenly no one’s touching you, and you’re a breath away from screaming. Your body’s pulsating with need, not just the extended, slow foreplay bringing you up but the sheer amount of hormones coursing through your body that make you want to come so hard you hear colors.

Still, you know better than to open your eyes.

Seonghwa descends over you with ease, his mouth hot at your ear, and his words have you arching in the sheets. With a nip at your soft earlobe he says low, “Can we play with you, baby?”

All you can manage is a stammering yes.

“Let us play with your pretty body, baby,” He kisses your throat and a warm hand fully cups your sex.

“A-anything, anything,” You’re almost embarrassed by how much of a puddle you already are, but it was exactly the same last time you were pregnant and you’re sure they’re loving every second.

“Good, good girl,” Seonghwa murmurs, his voice tender, “I love you so much,”

Blush floods your cheeks and you feel warm pinpricks behind your eyes, “I love you too, Hwa,”

He kisses your cheek, your jaw, your throat, and then pulls back slightly before you feel the bed move, “Would you like clamps, or are you too sensitive?”

Your eyes fly open and you immediately see Seonghwa above you, in his hand a familiar silver chain. You nod immediately, “Yes please,”

“Are you sure?” He smiles, a little teasing as he palms one of your breasts and starts to lovingly tweak your nipple into a hardened peak.

Warm pleasure sparks through you at his ministrations and you whimper, “Yes,”

He preps you easily, making sure you’re ready to take the clamps and your skin there is dry enough that they won’t slide off. Your eyes flick to Yunho who watches with rapt attention, his lips parting as Seonghwa secures one nipple clamp and then the other.

“How’s that?” Seonghwa checks as he sets the second one.

You’ve been sensitive lately, he’s certainly not wrong about that. Your breasts aching with the changes of your body, and you’ve been hyper aware of anything brushing along your nipples at all, let alone the sensation of a clamp, and if you're being honest it hurts. You hiss sharply as he releases the pressure of his hand and lets the clamp close, and he doesn’t rush to remove it but his eyes flick to yours.

The initial pain fades to a kind of numbing warmth and you exhale slow and steady, “I’m okay, it feels good,”

“And this?” He draws the chain tighter in his hand, just enough that the clamp pulls at your nipple.

A shock of pleasure runs through your breast down your back, “Oh fuck, Hwa,”

“Good,” He smiles, dropping the chain on your chest, “sit up a minute, would you?”

“Sure,” You push yourself up and Yunho takes your hand to draw you up into a seated position on the towels. Seonghwa spreads another towel down behind you before shucking off his boxers and sliding behind you. As he situates, you realize what’s on the bed next to you. Next to the bottle of warming oil are two vibrators and a dildo. Yunho smiles as he sees your expression.

“Come here,” Seonghwa says from behind you as he scoots closer, one leg on either side of you now, “lay back,”

Yunho eases you back down onto your husband’s bare chest, “Comfortable?”

“Mhm,” You assure him, “but I know you’re planning something, I know that look,”

Yunho laughs and shakes his head, “If spending the morning making my wife come is planning something, then sure,”

Your muscles clench around nothing at his words and you can’t help but wet your lips.

“Now,” Yunho smiles, “just relax for us,”

You nod, and Seonghwa pushes your hair back as you lay on his chest. His hands settle on your slick skin, massaging the oil into every part of you that he can touch, his hands never quite coming back to touch the clamps or their chain. With a sigh, you let your muscles relax fully and your legs fall open and slack against Seonghwa’s thighs.

Yunho pushes off his knees and settles down next to you, sitting almost hip to hip with you, before uncapping the bottle of oil and pouring a little more out in his hand.

You exhale low and slow, “Should I close my eyes?”

Yunho glances back at you, “Do you want to?”

“Do you want me to?” You clarify.

He shakes his head, “We want what you want,”

You swallow hard, your body lighting up at just the sight of his hands glistening and ready to please you, “I want to watch,”

“Good girl,” Seonghwa chuckles, nipping at your ear and pressing kisses anywhere he can.

“Now, please,” You sigh, widening your legs a little more, “Yunho, please,”

“Shush,” He shakes his head, and you’re about to protest, but then he’s touching you and your mind is singing.

Yunho slides his hand down and parts your slick folds with ease, his middle finger teasing your entrance repeatedly until he sinks it inside. You moan, tilting your hips up a little more.

Seonghwa hums behind you as he watches, his cock stiff and aching behind you, but it hardly matters because right now their attention is laser focused on you and you alone. One of his hands travels up to cup your breast and slowly he starts kneading your soft flesh.

“You’re so wet,” Yunho murmurs, almost to himself as he starts to rock his hand in a slow massaging rhythm, dragging his fingers down and back up your swelling clit before dipping inside you each and every time, “and tighter,”

The feeling of his hand is already too much, applying perfect pressure and speed to knot your body up with need but never push you anywhere close to the edge of anything. He’s taking his sweet time, savoring you and your body, and you’d be embarrassed by the intensity and intimacy if it were anyone in the world but them.

Seonghwa’s plush lips start to work over your throat, sucking at your pulse points and placing tender bites along the column of your neck. Your breath is thinner, thready and you can’t help the little whimper that bubbles out of you.

Your eyes almost flutter shut, but Yunho’s other hand dips under your raised thigh and he glances back at you with warm eyes.

“W-what,” You start to ask what that face is for, what he means to do, why he won’t speed up, but then his fingers press down on the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks and your voice cuts off in a tight moan.

“Does it feel that good, baby?” Yunho presses his fingers inside, pumping them slow and deep.

“Yun,” You moan, “more,”

For the first time all morning, he listens.

Yunho slides one hand to your clit, setting a firm pace of massaging circles while his other steadily pumps two fingers in and out of your ass, curled in just the right way to apply pressure where you need it while the slick pad of his middle finger stimulates your aching bud.

“Oh, baby,” Seonghwa smiles against your throat, “is he making you feel good?”

You nod, your face crinkling up as the edge of your orgasm starts to curl up and over you.

“Tell us how good,” Seonghwa directs, and his hand slides down your sternum and takes the chain.

“I’m,” Your breath catches and you roll your hips, “it feels so, so good,”

“Good enough to come?” Seonghwa pulls the chain and you arch with it, the pull of the clamps against your prone nipples combined with the steady pulse of hands inside you making you keen.

“Yes, fuck,” You choke.

Yunho chuckles and his hand speeds up.

“God, oh god,” You pant.

Seonghwa massages your body with his free hand, deft fingers pressing in all the right ways over the soft, plush curves of your sides, your stomach, your thighs. His opposite hand pulls the chain with the slightest bit more force.

You cry out, voice dying in your throat and your eyes clamp shut, body arching up in their hands.

“Color, darling,” Seonghwa asks quickly, “you alright?”

“Green,” You shake your head, “don’t you dare fucking stop,”

“Come,” Yunho commands, doubling his efforts on your clit, “I know you need it,”

“F-fuck,” Your body flushes with heat, slick wetness everywhere, and you can’t really get purchase on anything, but you try, your oiled hands gripping Yunho’s back and Seonghwa’s thigh.

“Come on,” He bids again, “let go,”

Seonghwa tugs the clamps again and your vision whites, your legs snapping shut and body curling as you crack open, nothing but a stuttering mess of moans and shivering limbs.

“No,” Yunho wrenches your legs back open, “I’m not done with you,”

Your mind doesn’t make sense of it until you feel the silicone nub of the suction vibrator. He works quickly, locating your clit with ease and closing the mouth of the toy over it before clicking it on. The sensation is immediate and it takes both of them holding your legs open wide to keep you from closing down on yourself and riding out the sensation.

“Good, baby, yes,” Seonghwa’s fingers are tight on your skin, “what a fucking mess you are,”

It takes all but thirty seconds of the sucking toy and Yunho’s fingers working your ass open for the familiar tight bubble to build again, only this time the pressure is all encompassing and you only have a second of conscious thought before the sound that leaves your lips is desperate and feral.

“I’m gonna fucking come,” You scramble in Seonghwa’s arms and he tugs the clamps again, “I’m- I’m gonna,”

Yunho rocks the toy, circling with the suction, and you swear you lose time.

You come so impossibly hard you think you just might bring back your migraine, but it would be worth it for this. Clear fluid pulses out of you as you release and Yunho’s saying something encouraging as he coaxes you to come more with his fingers moving fast across your slick folds, but you can’t hear him.

When your body starts to pull away from him and your moans turn to little overstimulated sobs, he pulls back and clicks off the toy, and drops low to press hungry kisses across your skin. He sighs against your inner thighs, nips at your soft belly, and can’t help himself when he takes a long, slow lap of your cunt.

“I need you right now,” He confesses, “H-Hwa move,”

“Slow down,” Seonghwa tries to bring him back down to earth, “take a breath,”

Yunho’s hands tighten on your thighs.

“Seonghwa,” You shake your head, “please,”

“Alright,” He murmurs, dropping the chain, “I got you.”

He slides out from behind you, and then Yunho’s above you, wasting no time at all. He finds your entrance with ease, rocking his hips slowly until his cockhead catches inside you, and then with a slow press forward of his hips he fully seats himself inside.

The stretch is delicious, dizzying and deep, and you moan, biting down on his shoulder.

“Am-am I hurting you?” He asks, breathless.

You shake your head, “No, you feel so perfect,”

He drops his head against yours and sighs into your hair, “God, you’re so tight, I can’t,”

Your muscles clench around him, pulsing wet and warm around his cock and he chokes, his hips dropping lower.

“Jesus, fuck,” He breathes low through his nose, “I’m trying really hard not to fuck the life out of you,”

“Mm,” You rock yourself up against his pelvis, “why don’t you,”

“Because,” He shifts back enough that he can see your face, “I said slow,”

He draws his hips back, dragging his hot length almost all the way out of your channel, before pushing in again just as torturously slowly. You moan, hard and arch in his hands, “Again, please, again,”

He does, just as slowly. He repeats himself, and then his eyes flick over your body, softening at the sight of you below him. Yunho sighs, dropping over you so that your bodies are flush together, still careful to keep the bulk of his weight off you. His mouth closes on yours, tongue dipping into your mouth, sharing one single warm breath between you as he starts to roll his hips. You taste yourself on his skin, the sharpness heady and hot between you.

You moan against his mouth, your skin slick with sweat and oil. He cups your cheek, drags his hand down your side, slipping a little and his head bumps softly against yours. You grin against his mouth and he laughs and suddenly you realize, this is your life. Held beautifully between these two men who love you like no one else has ever loved you, their child inside you, not a single second of it a dream.

Your breath hitches softly and you can’t stop staring up at him grinning.

“What?” He asks softly, studying your face.

You kiss him soft, “I love you,”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” He breathes, “so much, I can’t… I don’t even know how to say how much,”

“Show me then,” You cup his cheek, drawing him closer, “please,”

He slides his hands up the back of your arms, drawing them above you, “Hwa,”

Seonghwa catches your wrists with ease, holding them to the mattress as he moves closer to watch you both and have his hands on you. Yunho turns his head and kisses his shoulder, the closest part of Seonghwa’s skin he can reach, before snaking his way down your chest.

“Use me,” He cups your hip, drawing you tight to his body, “I don’t want to hurt you,”

“You won’t,” You assure him, threading your fingers into his hair.

He shakes his head, “Use me anyways,” he says, bearing down his hips so that your clit is pressed up hard against his pubic bone, “please,”

You draw him close, finding purchase with your heels on the mattress, and slowly you start to rock, grinding your body up into his. You sigh, the pleasant feeling of it spreading through you already, and he smiles against your chest.

Yunho’s kisses grow hotter, little bites across as your skin and his hot breath across your nipples, but you moan when his teeth close over the chain and he draws back his head, pulling it taught.

“Oh,” You shake, your hips stuttering to a stop, “oh, god,”

Yunho nods, tapping your hip with his hand and begging you to start moving again. He holds your gaze as he pulls back, and suddenly you’re straining against the lead, the clamps pulling you perfectly and striking a hot stroke of need through your entire body.

“Don’t stop,” Seonghwa offers, filling in where his husband can’t given his full mouth.

“I can’t,” You whine, almost too tired and raw to work yourself against him like he wants.

“Give her more,” Seonghwa instructs, and with just the slightest adjustment of Yunho’s head, the clamps pull harder.

You’re crumbling. Desperate need strikes in your belly and you roll up into him, your muscles are aching but if you just keep going, just a little more, you’ll give him what he wants and what you know your body needs.

His hips drop a fraction more and he hisses through his teeth, your cunt pulsing and aching as you build up, close to the edge and ready to tip over it.

“Please,” You babble, even though you don’t know what you’re begging for.

Yunho groans as you shift, his cock inside you bumping again and again into a velvet spot.

“Beautiful,” Seonghwa sighs, his hands squeezing your wrists, “look at how well you take Yunho’s cock, hmm?”

Your eyes roll, thighs starting to shake.

“Is he deep in your pretty cunt, sweet girl?” He drops his lips to your ear, pushing you closer and closer, “Do you love it?”

“Y-yes,” You work yourself against him harder, the rolling pressure of his firm body against your sensitive clit bringing you closer and closer to release.

“You do love our cocks, don’t you?” Seonghwa smiles, reaching between you and taking the chain from between Yunho’s teeth.

“God, yes,” Your legs wrap around Yunho’s hips and hold him steady as you jut against him.

“Are you close?” Yunho asks, voice broken and tight.

“L-let me go,” Your wrists jerk against Seonghwa’s hands and he releases you immediately. Your hands fly forwards, bracing on Yunho’s shoulder and side, nails digging in as you hold onto him, “please, Yunho, move, please,”

He sighs heavily, his hips jerking against yours and finally, finally he can’t resist it.

You can feel how much control he’s using, trying his best to not thrust too hard or hold you too tightly, but it doesn’t matter. The rhythmic drag of his cock over your g-spot over and over sends you up, and when Seonghwa pulls down on the chain between your bodies, it all crashes into you again.

Yunho groans at the feeling of your release, pulling back and out of you suddenly and Seonghwa switches focus. The chain drops on your chest as he moves and when your eyes open, you nearly come again just from the sight.

Yunho still has one hand braced on your hip, but leans against Seonghwa, their lips crashed together. Seonghwa’s hand works fast over Yunho’s slick cock, and with a shuddering groan Yunho comes hard, his nails digging into your skin as he paints your body with ropes of hot, white cum.

“Oh my god,” You breathe, your body still trembling.

Yunho’s chest is heaving, bright pink with blush and shining with sweat, and Seonghwa brushes his fingers through his hair, pressing kisses across his face as he releases Yunho’s now softening cock. It takes him a moment to recover, but when he does, Yunho’s eyes find yours immediately, “Okay?”

You nod, emotion flooding you as your mind finally starts to reconnect after the haze of orgasm after orgasm. Now your body is aching. You wince a little at the taut clamps, reaching for them to remove them yourself but Yunho moves more quickly.

“I got it,” He soothes you, “Does it hurt?”

“Not too much,” You ease him, sighing pleasantly as he unclips them.

“Here, love,” Seonghwa uses a towel to clean you off, and it’s no replacement for a shower but it’ll let you relax here for a little bit longer until you can trust your legs.

Yunho drops the clamps onto the side table along with the other toys, any of the ones unused forgotten in a minute. He hadn’t meant to fuck you, that wasn’t in the plan necessarily, but logic and reason left his brain the minute he saw you falling apart on his fingers.

You’re blushing hard and recovering, limbs still a little shaky, when Seonghwa clears away the towels and pulls the sheet up over your body. He tosses the towels in the hamper and clears away the clothes off the floor, and he’s heading for the shower when your brain starts firing on all cylinders.

“Seonghwa,” You call into the bathroom, listening as he starts the water.

“Hmm?” He calls.

You trade a quick smile with Yunho who’s still collapsed at your side before you call back, “Baby, I’m not done with you,”

The look on his face when slips back into the bedroom is priceless, one brow raised and his shaggy black hair a mess of slight curls, “You need more?”

“No,” You sigh, stretching and rolling onto your side, “you do,”

His eyes flick over you, “You really don’t have to,”

Yunho huffs behind you, “Just come back to bed,”

“I know I don’t have to,” You sigh, pushing yourself up to a kneeling position on the bed, “but I want to,”

Since getting up, Seonghwa had thrown a towel around his hips but you can still see the hard line of his cock beneath it, pushing against the thick fabric and begging to be touched. You wonder if he was going to try to quickly take care of things in the shower, try not to bother you with his needs, and that thought makes you want him even more.

“Hwa,” You repeat, “come over here,”

The corner of his mouth tips up in a smile and he makes his way back to the edge of the bed, “Yeah?”

Your hands slide over his chest and find the top knotted corner of the towel, “Yeah,” you breathe, pulling the towel apart and letting it drop to the floor, “Yunho, can you help?”

“What do you need, baby?” Yunho shuffles across the bed to be at your side.

“Do you think Seonghwa would like my mouth? Or yours?” You ask, feigning innocence.

“Yours,” Seonghwa interrupts, cupping your cheek, not waiting for flirty banter.

Yunho laughs softly and nods, “There’s your answer,”

“Sorry,” Seonghwa sighs, “I didn’t mean to answer that fast,”

Yunho shakes his head, “I’d pick her too,” he stands, “but maybe I can still help, hmm?”

You feel Seonghwa’s fingers twitch along your jaw as he waits for what’s next, and you take the moment to reposition. You slide down onto your front, propped up on a pillow and using your leg for leverage, and then when you look back up you’re perfectly eye to eye with his pink, aching cock.

A hand closes around it and Seonghwa moans, and your eyes flick up to see Yunho pressed flush behind Seonghwa and reaching around him. The smile on Yunho’s face is wolfish and hungry, his lips at his husband’s ear, “Do you like when I touch you?”

Seonghwa sighs heavily and melts back into him, “Yes,”

“Do you like when our baby touches you too?” Yunho pumps his hand and meets your eyes, nodding for you to get involved.

You let saliva gather in your mouth, and slowly rake your nails down Seonghwa’s bare thigh, then back up to dance close to the base of his cock, down again so your fingers can slide over his balls.

“y/n,” He chokes, “Jesus,”

“Shh,” You murmur, and with your hands braced on his hips, you let the gathered saliva drip from your tongue over his cockhead.

His cock jumps at the sensation, and Yunho’s hand sweeps up to take your saliva and work it down Seonghwa’s shaft as lubricant. You spit again, and once again Yunho catches it and pumps his hand up and down.

“Baby,” You say softly, almost lazily, pressing a featherlight kiss to his velvet tip, “can I have a taste?”

He fights the urge to jerk his hips and he nods.

You lean forward, and Yunho slides his hand away so you can work your mouth deeply over him. Seonghwa might want to take it slow with you, but you don’t want to take it slow with him. You know they’re just being careful with you, considerate and lovely given the baby, but there’s nothing you want less than to take it slow right now.

You surge forward, taking him down your throat in one move, your tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft until you’re pressed against his pubic bone and steadying your breathing.

Seonghwa’s cock jumps in your mouth and he curses, hand tight in your hair now.

“Oh, she’s hungry,” Yunho teases, “look at her,”

“I’m looking,” Seonghwa’s voice is breathy, “God, darling, warn me next time,”

You make a negative noise, and he groans at the vibration. You don’t warn him, when you draw back and sink forward again and then set a pace, your wet lips tight on his cock, tongue flicking at his length, hollowing out your cheeks to draw that suction you know makes him crumble.

“Fuck,” His hand locks onto your scalp and you moan around him.

“Does that feel good?” Yunho’s voice is husky above you, “I can give you more,”

You suck hard and Seonghwa groans and you know whatever combination of your mouth on his cock and Yunho’s hands doing something has Seonghwa ready to melt.

“Mess,” Yunho groans, “you and your pretty fucking mouth,”

Seonghwa shudders.

You pull back, taking a heaving breath and clearing your throat before you find your voice, “Fuck my face,”

Seonghwa moans and you look up to see the way that Yunho’s teeth are attached to his husband’s throat, fingers expertly tweaking at his nipples and helping make the man a shaky mess. At you words, Yunho lifts up and moves right back to Seonghwa’s ear, “Don’t make her wait,”

There’s a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, and you’re about to tell him that being pregnant does not in fact make you a virginal saint and he can and should come down your throat, but he reaches the same conclusion a second later and tugs you forward by the hand in your hair.

“I didn’t say stop,” He says gruffly, pushing your head back towards him.

You open your mouth wide and accept him with a deeply genuine sigh.

“Your mouth,” Seonghwa thrusts forwards, knocking his hips against your lips and forcing your throat open, “is almost better than your pretty pussy,”

You whine, breathing slow through your nose and opening up the back of your throat more for him.

“Almost as tight,” His hips find a rhythm, “almost as warm,”

“Almost as wet,” You feel another hand in your hair, Yunho brushing the hair from your eyes.

“But I only get to hear you like this when I’m down your throat,” Seonghwa pants, bucking his hips as he holds you perfectly still to accept him, “I’m in love with this sound,”

You choke a whine, trying again to regain your breath, and you’re dizzy but he’s so, so close.

Yunho’s hand finds yours and he gives you a squeeze, an offered lifeline if it gets to be too much, but you don’t need it. You brush your thumb along his knuckles to let him know you’re more than fine, despite the heady, wet noises in the room.

“Oh, fuck,” Seonghwa curses as his pace stammers a moment, and you double down with the suction, “fuck, darling,”

“Fill her pretty mouth,” Yunho urges him, “come,”

It takes two more thrusts before he groans, locking your head to his pelvis and spilling himself deeply down the back of your throat, so far you barely taste him.

You give him a moment, but when you’re sure he’s done and just holding you in the afterglow you squeeze Yunho’s hand.

“Come here,” Yunho must indicate something to Seonghwa, because he pulls out of your mouth slowly and takes a step back. Yunho drops into your eyeline and finds your gaze, “okay?”

You swallow hard, clearing your throat and nodding, “Mhm,”

“That was,” Seonghwa trails off, no words really enough to justify the orgasm he just had but he leans against the side table and exhales heavily.

“Really hot?” You offer.

He chuckles, “Yeah,”

As you steady you see immediately that Yunho is rock hard again and you smile, “Are we ever going to get out of this bed?”

“I have a better idea,” Yunho grins, and he moves forwards and wraps his arms around you.

“What-” You start to ask, but then he’s hauling you up over his shoulder and you’re falling apart into hysterical laughter, “Where are we going? Put me down!”

“Nope,” He says, “I’ve got more plans for you,”

Seonghwa follows you both, and then you realize the shower was never turned off. The bathroom is full of hot steam, enveloping all of you the minute Seonghwa shuts the door.

“We’re multitasking,” Yunho slides you off his shoulder to the floor, kissing your cheek as he does and reaching in to check the temperature.

Seonghwa wraps his arms around you, hand closing over your belly as he nuzzles your head, “Good, because I have plans too,”

They have you again in the shower, Seonghwa on his knees between your thighs, and then once more braced against the glass doors. It’s insatiable, your need for each other, even after all these years. You’ve shared everything with them, every inch of your body and desires. Not a single moment of it worth trading away.

It takes time to come out of your hazy morning, every time you think of pulling away something brings you back. Their lips, hands, tongues, cocks. Every part and piece of them.

But eventually, after what feels like hours, you’re clean and dry and changing the sheets.

You only have a little more time before Dasom comes home and your life changes once again forever, so you slip back into bed with them for just a little while longer.

Seonghwa strokes your stomach slowly, lips on your cheek as he does and kissing the corner of your mouth, “I think it’s a girl,”

“Yeah?” You murmur, Yunho curling closer behind your back so that you’re all tighter together.

“Mhm,” Seonghwa smiles, “I have a feeling.”

“You thought Dasom was a boy,” You point out softly.

“No,” He shakes his head, “I know it this time,”

“Do you want another girl?” You murmur.

“I think so,” He confesses, “it just feels right,”

“You know,” Yunho kisses your shoulder softly, “I think you’re right, I think it’s a girl,”

“I don’t want you to be disappointed if it’s a boy,” You find his hand between you, threading your fingers together.

“Nothing about our baby could disappoint me,” His brows knit together as he shakes his head, “girl, boy, Yunho’s… mine, it… none of it matters, it’s just a feeling,”

“You really mean that,” You smile softly.

“I really do,” He nods, “no matter what, they’ll be so loved,”

Yunho’s breath catches in your ear, and you can’t quite see his face but he reaches past you and cups Seonghwa’s face, his thumb stroking along his husband’s cheek, “Oh, yeobo,” he sighs, “of course they will.”

You duck into Seonghwa’s chest, pressing a kiss to his skin, “You have so much love to give, Hwa,”

His warm hand on your belly is a comforting weight, grounding and sure and he nods against your hair.

“Dasom will be home soon,” Yunho murmurs, and you can hear his voice is tight and shaky, “we probably shouldn’t be crying messes when she gets here,”

“I’m not crying,” You grin against Seonghwa’s chest.

“Me either,”

“Right,” Yunho takes a deep breath, “fine, I can’t be crying when she gets home then.”

“Aw,” You twist in his arms to face him, cupping his cheek, “baby,”

“Don’t,” He scrubs at his eyes, “you know I cry at everything,”

Seonghwa laughs, snuggling closer, “We know,”

“I’m just,” He sighs, “fuck, I’m really happy,”

“Me too,” You kiss him softly.

Seonghwa nods, “Me too,”

“Sometimes I think about the night we met,” Yunho smiles, pushing your hair behind your ear and glancing over your shoulder at Seonghwa who makes a soft humming noise of recognition.

“Yeah?” You cup his cheek.

“We almost left you there,” Yunho confesses, “did I ever tell you that?”

“No,” You study his eyes.

“We were watching you for a little while,” He strokes your neck softly, “and I said we shouldn’t bother you. You looked ready for a date, I was sure whoever the guy was was just running late. You looked… beautiful, I thought there was no way someone would let you just sit there all night.”

“You’ve never told me that,” You shake your head, “are you serious?”

“Mhm,” He nods, and then his eyes travel up to Seonghwa, “but then he said, ‘What’s the worst that happens? We buy a pretty girl a drink and go home?’”

The idea that they would have left, there at the end of the bar one second and gone the next. Interesting strangers and a passing thought in your whole life.

“So you changed your mind?” You manage.

“It would have been the worst mistake of my life,” Yunho says.

“Our lives,” Seonghwa corrects.

“Mine too,” You tug them closer, wrapping them tight around you, “and I wouldn’t have even known it,”

Your phone buzzes on the side table and you smile, it’s probably close to that time. Dasom would be ancy to come home and at the end of Nari’s good graces. You shift to get up, but they tug you right back down.

“Five more minutes,” Yunho shakes his head.

“But,” You start to say.

“Just five,” He repeats.

For a little longer, it’s just the three of you. Tucked between them, you imagine the life you might have had without them. You would have found someone, you might have had children with them. You might have bought a house or moved out of Seoul. You would probably be happy, in that other life in that other place, you might be happy it’s not impossible. But it wouldn’t be this. Full, complete, whole. You might in some other life be a wife, but not their wife. You might in some other life have a child, but not Dasom. Not this new life. You can’t conceive of it. You’re sure you would have figured it out, but you can’t really imagine how without them.

Your phone rings again on the nightstand, and slowly you unfold yourself from their arms to pick it up. Yunho slips his hand under the hem of your shirt while you talk to Nari, Seonghwa presses warm kisses across your neck. Not long now.

The day stretches into itself until the afternoon sun warms your sheets and your skin. The door downstairs opens and you hear your daughter's fast footfalls on the stairs. Your stomach turns with nervous butterflies, but your husbands hold you close and the wing beats calm to a subtle flutter. You think maybe they’re not butterflies, maybe they’re something more. In an excited rush Dasom pushes through the door and throws herself up on the bed. Strong arms catch her and bring her in to cuddle close. She’s home, and now you all are too, together always.

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hold fast together (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: fourth installment in the husbands series; you want more, you want a family, but it’s never quite that simple part one: room for three || part two: and if i stay || part three: their gift

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // this is just all the husbands yunhwa angst, fluff, smut, love, all of it. check the warnings before you read though!

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, married!yunhwa, established yunhwa x reader relationship, mmf, fertility issues, period talk, conception talk, stress and angst over conceiving, mention of adoption, brief mention of parental disapproval of reader’s relationship with yunhwa, but then on a lighter note.... praise, degredation/humilitation, reference to bdsm collar, use of puppy but not pet play this time, rough foreplay, rough sex, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), face riding, cum eating, cumshots, creampie, heavy handed breeding kink obviously, hard dom hwa and use of sir, hard dom yunho and use of daddy, anal play (m receiving), gratuitous use of good girl, sweet girl, pretty girl, slut, etc., spanking/impact play..... anyways this one starts off emo and then gets into filthy breeding kink that very few people asked for but HEY here we are - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 12K

my masterlist || read it on AO3 || part five; a little more love to give

A little part of you is hoping you’re wrong, that the cramping is something else, but you’ve gotten so used to the feeling over the course of fifteen plus years of having a period that you know your hopes are just that. You use the bathroom quietly, chewing the inside of your lip and thinking about the unopened pack of pregnancy tests in the drawer next to you. The telltale feeling of blood makes you ill.

You’ve been trying for a baby for a while. Longer than some of your friends, but not as long as other people you know who’ve struggled with fertility issues, but none of it makes you feel any better. For all the years of birth control pills, condoms, panicked emergency contraception and cycle tracking, you always thought that once you were ready this was going to be easy. Decades of messaging about how birth control was never one hundred percent effective always made it seem like a single misstep would leave you knocked up in a minute. You never really considered you’d have to really try to get pregnant.

You give yourself a little time to cry, slapping the tap on high to muffle some of the sounds of your sniffling. You give yourself five minutes, just five, to live inside this confusing sadness, and then you pat your face dry and resolve that it’s time to get on with it. You open the drawer, ignore the pregnancy tests sealed tightly in plastic, and fish a tampon out of their open box. When you’re finally ready to leave the bathroom, your eyes are a little red but it’s not immediately obvious that you’ve been crying, and that’ll have to be good enough.

Yunho and Seonghwa are still sleeping when you quietly pad out of the room, though they’ve rolled closer to each other with you out of bed. In the kitchen you start your morning routine, and you try not to think about it. You make coffee, disregarding the ache in your back. You put away the dry dishes, trying not to fixate on the number of periods you’ve gotten since you started trying for a baby. But that’s hard, especially with the pain of your first day cramps and the way you just want to curl up in a ball and go to sleep until it’s over.

Your eyes fill with tears again, and you pour yourself a cup of coffee through blurred, cloudy vision. You reach up into the cupboard above the stove where you keep the medicine and the first aid kit and find the bottle of pain-killers, your breath hitching as your tears come faster. You knock your hand against your too-full cup of coffee and it spills across the counter, and you bite your tongue to keep from letting it get to you. It’s just an accident.

It isn’t until you are trying to open the top of the bottle that your brain really starts to spiral. You can’t quite get the child lock arrows to line up, and the lid just won’t budge. Through your hazy tears you can’t really see where the arrows are, and frustrated heat flushes through your cheeks. Can’t one, single thing be easy? The arrows align right as you double your efforts pressing up on the lid in an attempt to force the bottle open, and it all but explodes in your hands. Tiny blue pills scatter everywhere, clattering across the counters and floor, the entire contents of the bottle upended.

The white hot rage that bubbles inside you is fast and hard and you snap, throwing the empty bottle down with a tight sob, “God dammit!” You sink low, dropping to your knees on the tile and biting back the urge to break something else, anything else.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been kneeling here, trying futilely to gather up a little pile of the pills while the coffee finally makes it to the edge of the counter so it can drip down onto the tile next to you, but you hear his footsteps before he says anything. Yunho waits a moment, and you hear him pick up the bottle to your side before he sighs, “Oh, my love,”

“Please, don’t,” You shake your head.

“It’s okay,” He tries to soothe.

“Do not tell me this is okay,” You say sharply, “nothing about this okay,”

“Alright,” He murmurs, crouching by your side. His broad hand rests in the middle of your back, and you jerk at the sudden contact.

“Just give me a second,”

“Okay,” He draws his hand back.

“I’ll get it together,” You such in a sharp breath, “and I’ll clean this up,”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Yunho shakes his head, “just take a deep breath. Everything is,” he pauses, “going to be fine,”

“Is Seonghwa awake?” You turn towards him, scrubbing your tears away with the towel you had picked up to mop up the coffee.

“Not yet,” The face he’s giving you is so soft that you might scream.

“Don’t tell him,” You shake your head, “just… I’ll do it later, I just,”

“y/n,” Yunho murmurs, “come on, don’t do that,”

You haul yourself up from the floor and drop the towel over the coffee spill, watching the way the dark liquid seeps into the white cloth. Your jaw locks together and you swallow tightly, kicking yourself back into gear and cleaning up the mess.

Yunho stands behind you and lays a hand on your neck, kneading your skin here gently, “Baby,”

“Just don’t,” You repeat, “please, don’t tell him today,”

“Don’t tell me what?” Seonghwa’s voice cuts through, muffled by his yawn and you curse softly.

Yunho sighs and drops a kiss to your hair before turning to him, “Morning,”

“Good morning to you too,” You hear the confusion in his voice but he makes it further into the room and you can practically hear the puzzle pieces slot themselves together in his brain, “oh,”

That’s the tone you were hoping to avoid, Seonghwa’s soft disappointment.

You release the collection of pills that you had picked up from the floor, leaving them in a neat little pile on the counter, and your tears rush up again. Yunho folds his arms around you instantly, cradling you against his chest and hushing you, his broad hand rubbing a firm, comforting line up your back.

“I know you don’t want me to say it’s okay,” Yunho says, his voice low, “but I promise you that it is,”

You squeeze your eyes shut tight, hiding in his chest and hanging onto the back of his shirt while you try to get yourself under control. You can’t help the way your mind starts counting though, going through every month. The first couple were easy to brush off, but now it’s not so easy.

“Ten months,” You sob into his chest, “it’s been ten months,”

“I know,” He murmurs.

“We’ve been trying so hard,”

“So we’ll try harder, or something different,” He soothes, “and they said it can take time for your body to re-regulate after coming off birth control. We’re not in a rush,”

“I’m thirty-two,” You push back from his chest and wipe the tears away.

“Mhm,” He nods, “I know that,”

You can’t even so much as glance at Seonghwa, a single shred of his sad eyes at yet another month with no happy announcement would have you spiraling. You know how much he wants a child, how deeply he wants to be a father.

You drop your eyes, shaking your head as your back cramps again, “I just don’t know why I can’t even give you this,”

“What?” Yunho’s voice is suddenly small, soft.

“I’m supposed to be able to do this,” Your real fears bubbles up your throat, “y-you want to be parents so badly, I should be able to do this,”

The silence stretches. Yunho looks stricken, your words rooting him to the spot.

Seonghwa steps closer, resting his hands gingerly on your arms and finally breaking his silence, “Do you think that’s all we love you for? All we want you for?”

You can’t answer.

He shifts to your side, kissing your temple and cupping your cheek in his warm palm, “You’re our wife,” he insists, “we didn’t want you because we thought you could make us parents, y/n, we want you. We all want to be parents, all of us together. Don’t we?”

Hot pinpricks behind your eyes start again, but you nod into his palm, “I know, I’m sorry, I know,”

“Yunho,” Seonghwa reaches out a hand, tugging him in close to make a circle. Seonghwa smiles, kissing you tenderly and then says, “This, the three of us, that’s what’s right.”

“What if I can’t get pregnant?” You sigh, “What then?”

“Then we see a doctor,” Yunho says, his voice thick with emotion before he clears it and gives you a comforting smile, “and if that doesn’t work, we’ll find another way. We’ll get a surrogate. We’ll adopt. There’s a million ways to have a baby, we just have to stay calm and stick together in this,”

“I know you wanted it to be easy,” Seonghwa murmurs, “we all did, but sometimes it’s not easy. For millions of people it’s not easy,”

Your mind flicks back to the expression on your mother’s face when she suggested it was because you were being greedy trying to love two men. You haven’t spoken to her since. You shake that off and lean into your partners, “Okay,”

“Yunho’s right,” Seonghwa reassures you, “we have time, and we have options.”

You know they’re right, it’s the speech you’ve been giving to yourself too in moments of panic, but hearing them say it finally starts to put you at ease.

“For right now just relax,” Yunho kisses your hair, “you’re not feeling well so let’s go back to bed a while, it’s still early,”

“Mm,” You nod, wiping away the last remnants of your tears and pushing away from them with a sigh, “you’re right, I’m tired,”

“Let’s go,” Seonghwa says.

Yunho and Seonghwa communicate silently with their eyes, and Yunho stays behind in the kitchen to clean up while Seonghwa ferries you back to bed. He makes short work of getting your heating pad plugged in and laid out across the bed and fluffing up the pillows before tucking you back in. Yunho brings you a fresh cup of coffee and a glass of water, two pain-killers tucked into his palm for you.

“I’m sorry about before,” You sigh as he passes the pills over to you.

“Don’t be,” He brushes off your words.

“No,” You insist, “I shouldn’t have talked to you like that,”

He nods, a soft murmur of thanks on his lips.

You sigh heavily, rubbing your hands over your face and smoothing back your hair, finally getting your emotions back in check, “Are you getting up, then?” you ask them.

Seonghwa shakes his head immediately, crawling back into bed, “You’re stuck with me,”

“Yeah?”

“Mm,” He nods, snuggling close and kissing any scrap of skin he can reach, “we can spend the day in bed if you want, whatever you want,”

“You’re supposed to write today,” You remind him, painfully aware of his fast approaching deadlines and how the stress has kept him from staying on track.

Seonghwa shrugs, “That’s the beauty of my job,” he smiles, “I can do it whenever I want,”

“Hwa,” You hesitate.

“If I tell you that I need this too, will you stop arguing and just let me hold you?” He sighs.

You nod, your voice stuck in your throat and you simply take his hand, letting yourself soften in his embrace. Behind you, Yunho slides into bed himself and tucks himself long against your back. He’s quiet though, so much more silent than you normally see. He should be complaining about the heating pad being too hot or your feet being too cold, he should be making some kind of joke or trying his best to comfort you both, but instead all you can feel is his tension.

“Yunho,” You brush your hand over his, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, sweetheart,” His hand slips away.

“You can talk to me,” You press him, “I know this is hard on you both too,”

There’s a long pause, Yunho shifting in bed behind you until he settles but still says nothing. Your eyes flick to Seonghwa who watches him intently, trying to read into his husband’s sudden silence.

Finally, Yunho sighs. “What you said earlier,” He murmurs, “I don’t understand why you’re blaming yourself for something that isn’t your fault. And it’s upsetting you more than you’re letting us know, and I don’t like it.”

“Oh,” You breathe

“It’s no one’s fault,” He presses, “and I don’t want to hear you say something like that again,”

You’re silent, still as you take in his words, but Seonghwa laughs humorlessly and then says, “Besides, it could be me,”

“What?” You twist in Yunho’s arms to see Seonghwa better.

“It takes two,” He shrugs, rubbing his hand over his neck, “someone has to actually get you pregnant, and it’s entirely possible that I can’t,”

“Stop it,” Yunho says immediately, shifting up to a sitting position, “we’re not doing this,”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Seonghwa says, and you watch his expression fall when he realizes his words.

Yunho’s jaw tightens but he shakes it off, “Like I said, we’re not doing this. There’s no blame, no fault, this is just a thing we have to figure out. Together.”

“I’m sorry,” Seonghwa murmurs, and Yunho reaches across you to take his hand.

“I’ll make an appointment,” You interrupt softly, “I think it’s time,”

Yunho eases back down on one side, and Seonghwa follows on your other. You’re tucked between them on your heating pad, and Yunho pulls the comforter back up over the three of you to combat the winter chill of your apartment. Seonghwa smooths his hand over your lower belly and starts to gently press and circle his fingers, lightly massaging your tense muscles in just the way you need.

“So, we’ll talk to a doctor then?” Seonghwa nods, “and go from there,”

“Yeah,” You feel tears in your eyes again but you take a deep inhale and will them away.

“For now,” Yunho says, brushing your hair away from your face, “let’s not think about it. Let’s relax and go back to normal, I can’t watch the stress eat you both up anymore,”

“Are you okay?” You meet Yunho’s eyes.

“I’m always okay,” He shakes off your question.

You lean up to press a soft kiss to his lips, relishing in the feeling of his warm hand brushing over your cheek. You know this process is taking a toll on him too, but he takes being the rock in your relationship so seriously that you can almost barely tell. He’s been the voice of reason and positivity ever since things started to get harder and harder. He manages the worries of both of you, he keeps you calm and steady.

“We’ll make an appointment,” Seonghwa agrees, “and then you’re right, let’s just live our lives a bit. If it happens, it happens. And whatever the doctor says, we’ll go from there.”

“And if there is something wrong?” Your murmur.

“There’s a million ways,” Seonghwa repeats Yunho’s words, committed to them, holding them like a sure prayer.

“A million ways,” You repeat softly, nodding.

You’re doing your best, and so are they. Almost a year of this stress fundamentally changing so many aspects of your relationship, parts of it are almost unrecognizable. You’re caught with a foot in two lives, missing the way it used to be but desperately aching for something more. You have to keep telling yourself that it’s a test, that’s all this is. Nothing can be so easy that everything always and forever falls into place.

*****

“I miss coffee,” You sigh, propping your head up on the pillow behind you and looking down at Yunho.

He smiles, lips curving up against the skin of your belly as he gives you featherlight kisses, lying between your open legs and smoothing his warm hands over your skin. He presses another kiss to your hip and then looks up at you, “I know, but she said it could help,”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t miss it,” You nudge him with your knee and he chuckles.

The doctor had told you a lot of things, an overwhelming amount of advice on how to increase your chances of getting pregnant before she would recommend putting you on any kind of formal fertility treatment. You and Seonghwa both turned out to both be perfectly healthy, not a risk factor in sight for why you are having this much trouble conceiving. It’s a relief, but it isn’t an explanation. Aside from limiting caffeine, you’ve quit drinking, started better regulating your diet and taking a whole host of targeted vitamins and natural remedies. You’ve spent the last month and a half plotting out your ovulation days, and while it isn’t the most romantic way to conceive, at this point it doesn’t matter.

“Baby,” Yunho smiles, “as soon as you can have coffee again, I’ll buy you the fanciest espresso machine. You’ll have all the coffee you want,”

“Mm,” You reach for him, “promise?”

“Promise,” He nods, kissing you again.

“You think it’ll work this time?” You squeeze his hand.

Yunho sighs and squeezes you back, “I think it might,” he murmurs, “we know a lot more than we knew three months ago,”

“True,” You grin, “I didn’t know there could be so much to it,”

“Mm,” He nods, “but you’re feeling good? Stressed?”

Of course the thing Yunho heard at the doctor’s office louder than anything else was to limit stress. It made conceiving harder, and the early days after conception riskier. Ever since he’s been following you around with his every spare second, attempting to keep every tiny moment stress free.

“Yunho,” You assure him, “I’m just fine,”

“Sure?”

“Honestly, I’m weirdly zen about this whole thing,” You admit to him, “I feel really good about this time,”

He smiles, opening his mouth to say something but his phone rings next to you both and he reaches for it to cut off the sudden harsh sound. Seonghwa’s picture lights up his cell, and he slides his thumb across the screen, “Hi, yeobo,”

You can’t quite make out Seonghwa’s side of the conversation, but you can hear the intonation of his voice, and you smile at the sound of it.

“Yeah, she’s here,” Yunho says, looking up at you from his relaxed position, “mhm, yeah,”

You tap Yunho’s arm and get his attention, “He’s on his way?” you mouth to him quietly.

Yunho nods and then turns his attention back to his husband’s words. He smiles, “I’ll keep her company until you get here. Did you want to talk to her?”

You reach out your hand eagerly, wanting to hear Seonghwa’s voice and Yunho nods, passing the phone over to you.

“Hwa?”

“Hi, my love,” He says, his voice warm and lovely, “I’m on my way home,”

“I know,” You murmur, watching as Yunho starts fiddling with the fingers of your free hand, “we’re not in a rush or anything, take your time.”

“And you feel okay?” He asks.

“You both need to stop worrying,” You chuckle into the phone, “I feel good, positive,”

“Me too,” He murmurs.

It makes your heart warm, after all the months of struggling, this month you were approaching things differently. You’ve made a pact with them, to be hopeful and to not let any of the long term anxieties trickle in. The doctor had given you all the right assurances to help calm your minds, and you had been doing all the right things.

“Seonghwa,” You murmur, your thumb rubbing soft circles into Yunho’s palm as you talk to your other husband, “I love you so much,”

There’s a pause, but you hear his soft exhale, “Me too, I love you so much, darling,”

“I can’t wait for you to come home,” You admit to him, “I just know this is it,”

“Twenty minutes,” He says, “I’m on my way,”

“Okay,”

“Can you give the phone back to Yunho a minute?” Seonghwa asks softly.

“Mhm, I’ll see you soon,” You tell him, and reach the phone back out to Yunho.

“Hey,” Yunho says as he takes the call back.

You watch him listen, and then smile, throwing a quick glance at you. His hand tightens on your hip just a little, giving you a comforting squeeze, and then he says, “Of course, I can,” another beat passes, “Alright, I love you too,”

Once Yunho drops the phone he pushes himself back up onto his knees and slides over to your side, wrapping an arm around you and drawing you up onto his chest.

“Hey,” You laugh, letting him pull your body into the position he wants against his chest.

“Come here,” He squeezes you, “let me hold you a bit,”

Smiling against his shoulder you shake your head, “Did Hwa tell you to distract me or something?”

“No,” He answers quickly, “not exactly,”

“God,” You laugh, “you’re both going to be the most attentive fathers, we’re going to have to have more than one kid,”

Yunho’s hand pauses on your back and he gives you another squeeze, “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” You kiss his chest, “all that attention on just one baby? You’ll spoil them so rotten,”

Yunho cups your cheek, drawing your eyes up and he studies your expression. He looks like he has something to say, but he’s debating, so you prod him a little to get him to give it up, whatever it is that he’s thinking. He strokes your cheek, “This is the first time you’ve talked about it since we started trying,”

“Kids?” Your brow furrows, “We talk about it constantly,”

“No,” He shakes his head, “we talk about getting pregnant constantly. We haven’t talked about kids, our kids, in… I don’t know, yeobo, it’s just… god it’s nice to hear,”

He’s right, you realize it instantly. You haven’t taken a moment to imagine it in a long time. The way you want your baby to have Seonghwa’s eyes and good head of hair, the way you always used to imagine your next child with Yunho having the perfect curve of his cupid’s bow. You used to fantasize about it all the time, a clear image of your husbands reading a storybook aloud with different voices for all the characters to make your babies laugh. Seonghwa fixing breakfast, Yunho grilling them meat for dinner. Painting their bedroom ceiling a starry sky, little lights in the night to hold them safe.

“I didn’t realize,” You admit, smoothing your hand over his chest, “I guess I was so afraid it might not happen,”

“And now?” You haven’t seen him look so truly hopeful in months.

“I realized you’re right,” You smile, “if it doesn’t work one way it will work another way. I’m not scared anymore,”

He smiles, his brown eyes soft and warm.

“I know it’ll happen,” You murmur to him, “as long as it’s the three of us, it’ll happen,”

His eyes are shining when he pushes forwards and captures your lips, pulling you up to meet his mouth and bruising your mouth with his. When you met them, you had no idea. Date after failed date with men who were right for you on paper in every possible way, but you could never, ever make yourself care. When you saw them across the bar that night, something different stirred in you, something clicking into place.

Yunho’s lips are warm, his tongue dipping into your mouth to catch against yours, and his hands suddenly feel everywhere, starving for you, aching. Your leg hitches up on his hip, drawing him closer and he slots himself back above you, his sweet, soft kisses from earlier are nowhere to be found now. His hands push up your sweater, like he’s desperate to find your skin, and you moan into his mouth.

“I need you,” He chokes against you, tugging down your leggings with his free hand.

“Y-Yunho,” You shudder, “slow down,”

He shakes his head, leaving them half off and caught around your knees, and he shifts to tug the sweater off over your head instead. Blush ignites up your chest as he touches you, so much needier and frantic than you’ve felt from him in months, and you feel your body responding, a rush of wetness between your thighs.

“You’re perfect,” He palms your breast, almost a little too roughly, pulling down the strap of your bra and kissing across your pink chest. You gasp as he tweaks your nipple between his fingers, your body already sensitive and on edge. Yunho shifts up between your knees, yanking your leggings down further, dragging your underwear with it, pushing your thighs open as wide as the fabric around your calves will allow.

You’re lost in the feeling, his tongue drawing a stripe up your chest and his hot hands traveling everywhere, and it takes a second for you to realize that he’s pushed his own sweatpants down. At the first bump of his hard cock against your wet folds, you moan, your body arching up into him. When he starts to press down, finding your entrance, logic and reason flood back into you.

“Yunho,” You push at his shoulders, “baby, wait,”

He pulls back a little, but his hips shift forward still.

“Baby, stop,” Your voice is firmer now, and he stills completely.

“Fuck,” His hips shift back, drawing his cock away from your core, “I’m sorry, god, I don’t know what got into me,”

“It’s fine,” You shake your head, kissing him again and smoothing your hands up and down his back, “we don’t have to stop, we just can’t,”

“I know,” He relaxes again, and this time the stiff line of his cock simply nestles between your wet folds, pressing the underside of his shaft firmly along your clit and he smiles when you shiver beneath him. He smooths the hair back from your face, “I fucking miss being inside you though,”

Despite Seonghwa’s protests at the beginning of it all, you and Yunho had made an agreement. Your first baby would be Seonghwa’s, and if you were only ever blessed with one, Yunho wanted his husband to be happy more than he needed a baby with his genes.

“I miss you too,” You sigh, “so much.” You roll your hips, dragging your clit along his shaft to chase a delicious pulse of pleasure, and you watch as his face falls, his hands tight on you again.

“If you keep doing that it’s going to make it really hard not to fuck you,” He groans, “it’s been months,”

It wasn’t for lack of trying other things though - he’d had you every other way imaginable since you stopped taking birth control, but your body still clenches at the thought. Smiling up at him you cup his cheek, running the pad of your thumb over his plush bottom lip and roll your hips again, “How would you fuck me?”

He swallows hard, his resolve crumbling and his eyes flick down to the necklace around your throat, “You really want to know?”

You haven’t heard that low voice in ages, so long since you’ve dipped into a scene with either of them. They’ve spent months being tender and careful with you, too cautious to really engage in the more intense dynamics you were used to. At the sound of his dominant tone slipping through, you whimper, nodding up at him.

Yunho drops low over you, his thick length pressing against your core more firmly and his arms caging you in. He nips at your lip and then drops slow kisses down your jaw, “You want to know what I’d do to you, baby?”

“Please,” You let your eyes slip closed.

He rocks his hips to give you a single stroke of friction on your clit and you gasp, warmth bubbling in your belly already. His teeth catch your earlobe and pull gently before he says, “Mm, you don’t sound like you really want to know,”

“I do,” You moan, your head falling back as he pumps his hips once more, “fuck, please, Yunho, tell me,”

“That’s better,” He praises softly, kissing along your throat.

You make a soft moan, your hips canting up once to drag your clit along his shaft again, and you can feel just how wet and slick you are as you try to catch better friction.

“I’d fold my pretty girl open,” Yunho says, his hand running a firm line over your exposed breast and down to your waist, “and I’d stuff her perfect, pink pussy full,”

“Fuck,” Your nails dig into his arm, “Yunho, oh my god,”

“You’re so wet, puppy,” He murmurs, rocking his hips again, “do you miss coming on my cock that badly?”

You moan again, choked and desperate, your mind spinning at the sudden change in heat between you and you think for a split second if he keeps talking to you like this you might come just from the sound of his voice alone.

“I asked you a question,” His words rocket you back into the moment, “are you too desperate to answer?”

“Yes,” You rock your hips again, rolling them now at a slow and steady pace to maintain the bubbling feeling of pleasure.

“Yes, you’re too desperate?” He teases, rising up above you so that you have to meet his eyes.

“Yes, I miss your cock,” You whine.

“What about it, pup?” He prompts you, a firm push on your cheek to bring your face back to center, “Come on,”

“Yes, yes, I miss coming on your cock,” You manage, dizzy and hot all over.

He pauses, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, and when the next words roll of his tongue you nearly come on the spot, “Say it right, babygirl,”

“Oh, fuck,” You shudder, and he takes over for you, working his hips a little faster so that his cock slips back and forth between your slick folds at the pace you need. Pleasure sparks from your core to your chest and you let your head fall back as you give him what he needs, “Yes, Daddy,”

He groans at your words, “Louder,”

“Yes, Daddy, I miss coming on your cock,” You moan, holding him closer, “god, Yunho, I’m, fuck, I’m gonna come,”

“Yes, you are pretty girl,” He pants.

The sound of keys dropping onto the dresser by the door shocks you both, and Yunho stills, a gasp bubbles from your lips at the noise and the sudden lack of steady stroking on your swollen bud and you whine softly under him.

“Shh,” Yunho soothes you, “hold on, baby,”

Seonghwa appears in your periphery, handsome as ever, and he unfastens the top two buttons of his shirt, his eyes hungry and dark already at the sight of you both. With a half smile on his lips, his eyes raking over your tangled bodies, you know which Seonghwa you’re getting. “You two look like complete messes,” He says, slipping off his jacket and laying on top of the dresser.

Your body is trembling, you had been so, so close to your orgasm and the sudden pull back of sensation has you feeling absolutely raw. Your hips twitch slightly under Yunho and he exhales tightly, giving you a look.

Yunho clears his throat softly and twists his torso so that he can better see his husband, still not making any moves to pull off you, “Hey,”

Seonghwa grins, softly biting his lip, and you watch as he takes the decorative chair from the corner and drags it along the carpet until it’s next to the bed. You watch as Yunho’s lips part, and you feel his cock twitch between your thighs.

“My beautiful, beautiful wife,” Seonghwa smiles, leaning forwards with his elbows resting on his splayed knees, “is Yunho making you feel good?”

You haven’t heard this voice in ages either, and your butterflies churn in your belly. You nod, your eyes locked on Seonghwa.

“Is he taking good care of you?” He asks.

“Mhm,” You sigh, “so good,”

“My love,” Seonghwa says, turning his eyes to Yunho, “you couldn’t wait?”

Yunho can’t answer, simply shaking his head.

“Good,” Seonghwa sits back in the chair, “don’t let me interrupt,”

“This isn’t really what we should be doing right now,” Yunho says, his voice still a little breathy.

“This is exactly what we should be doing,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “besides, our girl deserves our attention doesn’t she?”

Yunho’s hips shift forwards unconsciously, just a little, but the press forwards onto your clit has your breath caught in your throat and Seonghwa’s eyes shift to yours. He smiles, nodding at your little sound of pleasure, “It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”

“Hwa, please,” You feel like your entire body is trembling now, anticipation and adrenaline flooding through you.

“Alright, darling,” He soothes you, but his voice is still firm and controlled. He looks to Yunho and nods, “Make her come, I want to watch,”

“Fuck, yes,” Yunho drops down over you again, his hips pumping again, and he slips a hand under your backside to palm the soft swell of your ass and tilt your body into a better position.

The sudden fast drag of his skin over yours rips a choked moan from your lips and you grip down on Yunho’s shoulder, your other hand fisting into the bed sheets at your side, “Yunho, baby,”

“Tell me you missed me,” He threads his hand into your hair, softly tugging your head back and you arch beneath him, pushing your hips against his harder and harder.

“Ah,” You whine, “ah, fuck, baby I missed you so much,”

“You want to come don’t you?” He keeps thrusting up between your folds, dragging over you at the most perfect rhythm and you can barely breathe, rocketing back towards your orgasm at what feels like a blinding pace.

“Yes, god, yes,” You feel like you could cry the pleasure is so heady, your body missing this dynamic so much more than you even realized, and he isn’t even inside you.

“Then come, pretty girl,” he tweaks your nipple again, drawing you up faster, “I know you can,”

Your head tips back into the pillows, your body locking up with pleasure, hot with blush and inches from the edge. Yunho sucks in a sharp breath and when you open your eyes again you see Seonghwa shifting onto the bed behind him. He pulls your leggings the rest of the way off your body and Yunho shifts, dropping his hand over your clit to replace his cock and circle it quickly, dipping you backwards into your pleasure again so you don’t lose the orgasm once more.

“Harder, harder,” You choke, “I’m c-close,”

His fingers bear down a little more, and with a sudden hot rush you fall apart in his hands, body shaking and vibrating with sharp shocks across your spine. Yunho’s fingers lift, and his cock slots back down against your core. Your eyes snap open when you hear Yunho let out a tight moan, and you’re still trembling when you watch Seonghwa toss the bottle of lubricant from your nightstand onto the bed. He’s pressed up against his husband’s back, one arm reaching around to run along his chest and the other hidden out of your view, but from the blown out look on Yunho’s face you know exactly what he’s doing.

Seonghwa sidles close to Yunho’s ear, and at the shift of his arm and Yunho’s sudden pant you imagine he’s pushing a finger, maybe two, inside him. “You look so fucking perfect,” Seonghwa says low in his ear.

“Jesus,” Yunho falters forward a little above you, and Seonghwa sticks to him like glue, “fuck, Hwa,”

“y/n, jagi,” Seonghwa says, and you meet his gaze over Yunho’s shoulder, “give me your hand,”

You reach out, and Seonghwa takes his hand off Yunho’s chest to cup yours, drawing it down between your legs and settling it on Yunho’s aching cock. You wait on baited breath for instruction, your eyes darting between them, and Seonghwa wraps your hand around his cock and starts to draw your hand up and down.

“God,” Yunho’s head drops, his hand fisting into the sheets by your side.

You shift your hips away so that you can properly work his cock, and once you take over the rhythm, Seonghwa lifts his hand away so that he can return his fingers to Yunho’s chest, ghosting over his skin and coming dangerously close to his nipples.

“F-fuck,” He chokes, “you two are going to be the death of me,”

“You love us,” Seonghwa teases him, flicking his nipple sharply.

Yunho’s hips jerk, pushing himself into your fist and you smile up at him. “You want to come, baby?”

“Mm,” He manages, his eyes closing as Seonghwa closes his lips over his shoulder.

“That’s it,” Seonghwa murmurs, and then the tone shifts, his hand pumping his fingers faster and you see the moment that he reaches the right spot inside Yunho.

His mouth drops open, his muscles tensing, “I’m,” he shudders above you, “fuck, I’m,”

“Baby, look at me,” You work your hand faster, ignoring the awkward angle and the burn of your muscles as you pump him harder, “look at me,”

His eyes flash open.

“Come, on me please,” With your free hand you coast it up the length of your body, slipping up from your stomach to your chest, palming your breast, “please, baby, I need it,”

His hand grips your waist and you cover it with yours, holding him to you, your pace over his slick cock never faltering.

“Right there?” Seonghwa murmurs in Yunho’s ear, knowing that he’s hitting the right spot inside him, earning a staggered groan. Seonghwa sighs pleasantly, “Right there, I got you baby,”

He comes suddenly, releasing across your belly and breasts in thick, warm ropes and he shakes his head when your hand slows, “No, no,”

You match your previous pace, pumping him fast and hard and drawing out every ounce of his release until he collapses a little more, pushing your hand away and reaching back to still Seonghwa’s motions. His chest is heaving, pink blush from his chest to his cheeks.

“I love you so much,” Seonghwa murmurs softly, pressing a tender kiss to Yunho’s shoulder and another to his hair.

It takes him a moment, but eventually Yunho’s eyes reopen and he pushes back up to a sitting position, twisting around to catch Seonghwa’s mouth. He murmurs his reply, a hushed, dazed confession of his own. You will never, ever get tired of watching them like this. They both sit back on their heels, Seonghwa wrapping his arms around Yunho and leaning his cheek on his shoulder.

You move quietly, pulling your legs back and gingerly rolling off the side of the bed, but as the weight of the bed changes both their eyes open, searching for you.

“Are you alright?” Seonghwa leans back a bit to see you.

“Mhm,” You nod, “relax I’ll just be a sec,”

You silently slip into the bathroom and take the time to clean yourself up. You take care of things with a damp washcloth, and then catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Your hair is a mess, and your makeup is smudged under your eyes. You clean your face off completely with a wipe, splashing cool water over your still warm cheeks, and brush through hair until it’s smooth again.

When you open the door to the bedroom, they’re still wrapped tightly around each other, sitting relaxed in the center of the bed. You kneel on the mattress and shift towards them, “Let me in,” you murmur as you make it to them.

They draw you in against their chests with ease, cuddling you close and pressing kisses against your skin. Seonghwa nuzzles your cheek and sighs, “Sometimes I think I’m the luckiest man,”

“Same,” Yunho smiles, dipping down to kiss his husband’s cheek.

“I missed this,” You sigh, held between them.

“Mm,” Seonghwa chuckles, palming your hip and squeezing you a little possessively, “What got into you both? I feel like I just hung up the phone,”

Your eyes crack open and you grin at Yunho, “All I did was start to talk about babies and he jumped me,”

“Really?” Seonghwa all but purrs, quirking a brow at Yunho.

Yunho doesn’t answer right away, and then you register a few things at once. Seonghwa is hard against your back, Yunho’s hand on your inner thigh is coming dangerously close to your center again, and your foam angled pillow is resting at the foot of the bed where it wasn’t a few minutes ago. You feel your body start responding again with ease, goosebumps erupting over your flesh and nipples pebbling.

“I think,” Seonghwa brushes his fingers over Yunho’s chest, “he might like the idea of getting you pregnant,”

Yunho’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, his eyes flicking down your naked body.

“Yeah?” You breathe.

“Mhm, but he’ll just have to wait his turn,” Seonghwa pushes Yunho’s hand away from your thighs.

Your head snaps to the side, and Seonghwa kisses you sweetly before pushing you back onto the mattress. Yunho smiles at your confusion and settles down on his side, stretching long next to you.

Seonghwa finishes pulling off his dress shirt and unclasps his belt, and your body starts buzzing once again. When he finally eases back onto the bed he moves between your knees, “He likes the idea,” he says, “but so do I,”

“H-Hwa,” Your voice cracks when he squeezes your thighs hard in his hands.

“We’ve been trying for so long,” He opens your legs, “but I haven’t been honest about what I want,”

Your breath is coming in short staccatoed pants, and your voice is trapped in your throat, unable to even ask what he means or where things are suddenly going. It was supposed to just be another night of maximizing the fact that you’re ovulating and then sitting with your hips up for fifteen minutes to hope gravity might help things move along, but so far that’s not at all where things are headed.

“Tell her,” Yunho prompts when he sees you unable to answer.

“I haven’t had you the way I want in months,” He hooks his hands behind your knees, “I haven’t heard your pretty moans, and I miss the way you beg, darling,”

“Oh, god,” You breathe.

“But most of all,” he tips your legs back with a push of his hands, his gaze intense with heat, “I want to fuck you so full of my cum you can barely keep it inside, I want you to fuck you until you can’t take any more, until you can’t help but get pregnant,”

“W-wait,” You’re shaking under his hands, feeling spread and exposed and raw, “baby, I,”

He stills, his voice still firm but checking in all the same, “Love?”

“I… I don’t,”

Seonghwa shakes his head and interrupts, “y/n,” his voice is softens a little, “I’ve missed you, and I want you, but if this is too much right now or if I’m hurting you, tell me now,”

Another night his words might have caused you stress, might have filled you with feelings of grief or shame, but not tonight. Something deep inside you knows, every tiny sign your body has given you over the last week to tell you that this is it. And where you were so focused on the end result for so long, tonight all you can think about is his cock filling you to the brim.

He holds your gaze, and he waits, but he sighs with relief when you nod, “Take me,”

“That’s our girl,” Yunho kisses your shoulder.

Seonghwa folds you open, your knees back so far they’re touching the mattress and he bites his lip as he looks over your glistening folds, “Darling,” he says, his voice shifting back, “tell me what you want,”

You’re trembling now, the ground you’re on feeling uncertain, unfamiliar, and you look to Yunho.

He smiles at you warmly, cupping your cheek, “Why do you look so shy, baby?”

“I don’t know,” You manage, “this is new,”

He shifts closer, his skin pressing along yours, “Maybe I can help,”

You nod, and he cranes forward to kiss you. He presses your mouth open, tongue flicking along yours, and when you feel a soft press against your clit you whine. Yunho breaks away from our mouth and nods with his forehead against yours, “Our pretty girl wants a baby, but she’s too shy to ask, my love,”

“Is that what she wants?” Seonghwa asks, feigning disbelief with a wry smile on his lips.

“Don’t make her wait,” Yunho says softly.

Seonghwa shifts forwards, and then you feel him, the sudden push of his hard cock stretching you open, dipping so deep inside you in this position that you shudder under him.

“Come on,” Seonghwa sinks fully down so that your hips are pressed together, “beg,”

That voice you know well, and you respond perfectly like a reflex, “Please, sir, please,”

“Please sir, what?” He grinds down and you groan.

“Please sir, get me pregnant,” You finally get the words out, and when you finally do Seonghwa’s hands tighten on your hips.

“Fuck,” He breathes, “again,”

With your eyes locked on his, everything else falls away. Nothing exists now but the feeling of him buried inside you, the desperate wanting in his eyes, and Yunho’s warm hand stretched over your stomach. All of a sudden it all feels like it should. The words come easily now, “Seonghwa,” you reach for him and rest your hand along his cheek, “get me pregnant,”

You see the moment in his eyes he loses all sense of control, the idea of tonight clouding his thoughts so thoroughly that all he can do is focus on fucking you. He drops down over you fully, his head buried in your neck and his lips on your shoulder. He lets the rest of his body drop too, his hands slipping down to the mattress, but the weight of him on top of you and your bent position just pushes you into a deeper press, driving his cock in more and more.

Yunho’s hand is still warmly over your stomach, trapped between you now as Seonghwa’s body pins it down and you feel his fingers flex.

Seonghwa kisses your shoulder, your neck, choking with need and pulsing inside you, “Our baby wants a baby?”

Your muscles clench around his cock in response and he groans.

He rolls his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your wet core and he makes a soft, needy sound against your throat, “Oh you do, don’t you? My perfect girl,”

His hips start up again and you moan, your head dropping to the side fully to let Seonghwa suck on your pulse points. As your eyes flutter open and meet Yunho’s, you realize he’s slid a little closer.

“Our husband,” Yunho says, “is going to give you what you want,” He presses down with his hand over your lower abdomen and you whine at the sensation, “right here, sweetheart,”

“Oh fuck,” You jerk beneath Seonghwa, but in the position you can’t really move.

Seonghwa pumps his hips faster, his hot breath on your ear, “Tell me you want it,”

You’re losing yourself to the sensation now, and you nod, frantic, “I want it,”

“Tell me you need it,” Seonghwa groans.

“I need it,” You whine, “please, god, please,”

“I’ll fuck a baby into you,” Seonghwa bites down on your shoulder, “you’ll take it,”

Hot need and waves of pleasure ripple through you, warm heat flooding up your spine and spreading a blush over your chest and cheeks. All you can think about is how you will, how you have to. With a choked moan you grip down on his shoulders, “Yes, fuck,”

“Fill her up, baby,” Yunho’s voice is low and husky, and you know he’s probably hard and ready all over again.

“Yes, yes,” Seonghwa pants, shifting above you fast and pressing his lips to yours.

You moan into the kiss, now nothing but hot panting between you and Seonghwa’s slick forehead pressing against yours. He’s so close, you can feel it, and so are you - your walls pulsing around him with every hard thrust. You grip down on his shoulders and nod against him, “F-fill me up, Hwa, please come inside me,”

He shudders, groaning and with one hard snap of his hips he thrusts in as deeply as your body will allow a sudden warm rush pooling in your belly. He grinds his hips into you as he comes, his fingers tight on your soft skin, and the sudden sharp spark of pleasure that rushes to your core tips you right over the edge into your own orgasm.

“Oh, god,” You whine, your head falling back as you let it wash over you.

“Perfect,” Yunho sighs next to you, his fingers soft on your scalp, “take it all, sweetheart,”

“Fuck,” Seonghwa pants against your throat, “I can feel you,”

The rolling wave of your release crests and recedes, and as your mind starts to clear all you can feel is their skin on yours and your mind thrums, echoes of their words inside you, the promise of this time leaving you boneless and sated.

Seonghwa’s shaking as he recovers from his own orgasm, still slick with sweat and breathing heavily against you. When he finally pushes up and off you, your body starts to uncurl from its bent position and you hiss at the sudden ache through your hips.

“Hey,” Seonghwa soothes, slowing down his movements immediately so he can find your eyes, “did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, “No, no, I’m okay,”

“Yunho,” Seonghwa looks up and smiles when he sees his husband already grabbing the foam pillow from the end of the bed, “perfect,”

Yunho tucks it under your lower back, and with slow movements Seonghwa drops you down on the pillow and comes to your side. Yunho starts to softly massage your aching muscles and looks down at you, “This okay?”

“Mhm,” You sigh, smiling at him.

Seonghwa’s hands drop to your opposite hip and thigh and he starts to work his hands in time with Yunho before he says, “I know the doctor said this is kind of an old wives tale,” referring to the elevation of your hips, “but it can’t hurt,”

“Yeah,” You agree, “and it feels nice,”

“Good,” Seonghwa murmurs, smoothing a hand over your hip, “just relax,”

You almost forgot how much you love the way they care for you after an intense scene or even just a rougher moment in bed. Your sex life with them had changed so much over the past year to be so focused on the mere idea of conception, and your body has been so full of stress and anxiety. Formal scenes or even just passionate sex had fallen by the wayside, and tears bubble up inside you at the realization, a sudden overwhelming emotional current taking you in.

“Baby, what, what’s wrong?” Yunho registers the change in your demeanor easily and cups your cheek.

“Nothing,” You sigh before sniffing back the tears and smiling, “honestly, I just missed you both so fucking much,”

Yunho grins, dropping to your side so he can once again lay lengthwise next to you, and kisses you soundly, “Yeah?”

“Mm,” You murmur against his mouth, “let’s not let ourselves get that lost again, okay?”

Yunho nods, his thumb sweeping over your cheekbone.

Seonghwa’s hand shifts forward over your skin and settles over your belly, softly stroking your skin here as he eases down on your opposite side. Yunho looks down, smiling at the sight before dropping his own hand over Seonghwa’s, their fingers slotting together over your warm belly.

“I’m not pregnant yet,” You joke softly.

“Mm, I don’t care,” Seonghwa sighs hot against your shoulder, his eyes glued to your body, “I can’t stop thinking about it,”

You’re quiet for a moment, breathing slow and relaxed and letting the weight of their hands soak into you. Your hips are starting to lose their little aches now that you’re uncurled, and you nearly drift into sleep. You stay connected loosely to consciousness when you feel Seonghwa kissing your shoulder, curling closer to your body so he can stroke a line up from your stomach to your chest, his fingers deliberately soft and gentle.

“You know,” He murmurs, nipping at your skin, “I think to make sure this time it takes, I might just have to keep you in this bed for a few days,”

“Oh yeah?” Your eyes pop open and you look down at him.

“I think I should keep you nice and full of my cum,” His voice is husky and hungry again already, “and keep you right here until we’re sure,”

“Fuck,” You curse softly.

Yunho’s hand tightens over your belly and you look to him, his lips parted and his cock standing hard again, the tip already red and leaking beads of precum.

“Will you do that for us, darling?” Seonghwa shifts, kissing up the smooth column of your throat, “Will you be good and take my cum until you can’t take any more?”

“My god, yes,” You whine, your body coming alive again.

Yunho’s hips jerk on the bed beside you, his cock connecting with your thigh and he groans, wrapping a hand around his shaft to get a little relief.

“Hwa,” You cup his cheek, bringing his face up to yours, “I’ll do whatever you want, you can have me anyway you want, but look,”

Hwa’s eyes flick past your shoulder and catches sight of Yunho working his aching cock.

“Yunho’s been so patient,” You murmur, “let’s help him come,”

“So generous,” Seonghwa teases you, kissing you firmly before shifting over you and running his hand along Yunho’s chest.

“Mm, no, it’s okay,” Yunho sighs, “keep taking care of her, I’m good,”

“Baby,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “stop, just tell me where you want to come,”

He hesitates, but only for a moment before he says, “Your mouth,”

Seonghwa grins, his hands leaving you as he starts to reposition on the bed.

You slide back a little to give them room, but Yunho’s hand closes around your wrist to stop you. “Where are you going?” He smiles.

“You want Hwa,”

“When have I ever not wanted you too, pretty girl?” He squeezes his hand, tugging you a little closer by your wrist but not hard enough to hurt.

“Where do you want me?”

“Right here,” Yunho smiles as he pulls you forward again, tapping his chin with his free hand, “I want to taste you both,”

Your stomach flips at his words and you let him draw you forward, settling your body over him and bracing his hands on your hips. You brush his hair away from his forehead, carding your fingers through his dark curls and smile down at him, “Is this what you want?”

His hands shift to your ass and he pulls you down a little further, “Get down here already,”

You fall forward a little and brace yourself on the mattress above him, “Baby!”

“I’m not going to ask nicely again,” His teeth gently drag along your inner thigh and his fingers flex hard when he feels you jump in response.

“God, you’re bossy today,” You tease him, but you love every second of it, so you drop a little lower and sigh when you feel his tongue part your folds.

“Yunho?” Seonghwa’s voice comes from your side.

“Hmm?” Yunho hums as he starts to gently roll his tongue over your clit, his eyes closed as he focuses on your pleasure.

“Can I take care of you?”

Yunho nods, and you feel his body shift around under you, relaxing with his legs open so Seonghwa can easily slot between them. You know the moment Seonghwa stops teasing Yunho and sinks his mouth down over his cock, Yunho grips you hard with his fingers and moans into your heat, his tongue stalling out as he lives inside his own pleasure for a few moments more.

“Yunho,” You whine, rocking your hips just a little.

His eyes flash open up at you and you can tell his smiling from the way his eyes crinkle up, “Needy,”

“Mhm,” You sink your hand into his hair, rolling your hips again.

Yunho’s voice catches and you hear the wet sound of Seongha’s mouth behind you, but Yunho holds his attention on you, “Stay still,”

“Make me,”

His eyes harden, and he doesn’t hesitate to push you up away from his face so he can better address his husband, “Hwa, a little help?”

You hear Seonghwa take a sharp inhale and he lightly clears his throat, “What do you need?”

Yunho smiles, and then reaches around you, trapping your hands together and wrenching you backwards a bit so that you have to arch your back to keep the position comfortable, “Do something with her, she’s being a brat,”

Your eyes nearly roll back in your head and Seonghwa laughs. You hear him shuffle around you behind you for a moment, and then fabric closes around your wrists to bind them together. He taps your arm to prompt you, and Yunho’s hands leave you as you pull on the cloth restraint, testing its tightness so that Seonghwa can see your mobility and ensure the binds aren’t too tight.

“You want a lesson, baby?” Seonghwa laughs again, his edge back again now that he knows what Yunho and you both want.

“Yes, sir,” You nod frantically.

Yunho’s hands return to your hips, settling you over his mouth again, and without hesitation Seonghwa tugs softly on the fabric lead that controls your wrists and your stability over Yunho. Seonghwa settles down between Yunho’s legs again, gently pulling on the lead again so that you have to arch further, your arms stretching out behind you a little painfully. He hums, content when he says, “Everytime you move, I’ll pull. If you stop counting for Yunho, I’ll pull. If you don’t beg when we ask, I’ll pull. Hell,” He tugs gently again and you hiss at the sensation, “if I feel like it, I’ll pull.”

“Yes, sir,” You pant.

“Good,” He says, and Yunho groans into your thigh so you know Seonghwa must be teasing him too, “now be a good slut and come on his face,”

“Ah, fuck,” You choke, Yunho’s mouth attaching to your clit again as he sucks hard, almost painfully so.

“Color,” Seonghwa says, his voice crisp and clean.

“Green, sir,” You confirm with a nod, and you interlace your fingers to ground yourself a little.

“Good girl,”

You hear the wet sound of Seonghwa’s mouth on Yunho’s prone cock again, feel the vibration from him groaning between your thighs, and you fight the urge to work your hips fast against him. Painful pleasure shoots up your spine as Yunho devours you, no longer tender but all his attention aimed on making you fall apart fast and hard.

You almost forget that you’re supposed to count and what that means for you, so when Yunho’s hand cracks down over your ass cheek you sputter and jerk. Seonghwa tugs the lead and you remember yourself, “One!”

The lead stays steady.

Yunho drags his tongue through your folds, pressing it up inside you and you shudder knowing he’s tasting his husband’s release, making a mess of himself between your legs.

His hand descends again and you stay still this time, “Two,”

Once more. “Three!”

The sting from the next three spanks has tears gathering in your eyes but you manage to stay put and count perfectly on each. When Yunho’s opposite hand shifts up from your thigh to your waist to hold you steady, you know everything’s about to get much more intense. You’re completely unprepared for the sting this time, it’s been so long since your last session like this, and the sound that breaks out of your lips is raw. You jerk your hips and Yunho sucks your clit again harshly, the bubble of sharp, hot pleasure running up your chest.

You move, and you forget to count, and Seonghwa tugs, wrapping the lead around his hand to shorten it. You rock backwards, and Yunho’s broad hand on your waist steadies you just enough so that you can regain your bearings, but now the position is stretched and taut. Your arms are stretched long behind you, your back arching to accommodate the position, and your thighs start to burn from the effort of holding you steady.

“Six!” You choke out, but you realize your mistake fast. Seonghwa tugs again and you whine, “Please, please, I’m sorry, seven!”

The lead relaxes the exact amount he had just taken up and you almost sob in relief.

Seonghwa says nothing, normally he would be goading you or verbally directing you, they both would. This time they keep quiet and let you figure things out for yourself, Seonghwa’s mouth too busy working over Yunho’s cock. You make it to ten spanks before they give you any more relief, and you suspect it’s because Yunho himself is close to coming.

Seonghwa chokes behind you, Yunho twitches beneath you, and with one shuddering moan you know he’s spilling himself down Seonghwa’s throat. His mouth only stills for a moment, but the moment his head clears he redoubles his efforts and he pulls your hips closer, burying his face into your wet cunt with fervor, your clit rocking steadily over his nose as he fucks you with his tongue.

Seonghwa drops the lead, and the change in balance has you falter for just a moment, but Seonghwa’s hand connects between your shoulder blades and he keeps you steady.

“Can’t you come?” His voice is hoarse.

“I’m close,” You pant, still fighting the urge to participate like they know you want.

Seonghwa settles behind you, reaching around to tweak a nipple between his fingers, “Then show us,”

You whine softly, your head dropping back onto his shoulder, your orgasm rushing towards you but still just out of reach.

Yunho shifts his hands, one splaying wide over your abdomen and the other gripping your hip. Seonghwa’s voice is low when he breathes against your ear, “Show us what a good slut you are, fuck his face,”

You crumble, his words all the permission you need and you blink your eyes open and look down to Yunho. With an experimental roll you find exactly where everything feels best and then sink into your rhythm. Yunho moans into you, pressing up with his tongue and guiding your hips with his hand.

“Does that feel good, jagiya?” Seonghwa nips at your ear.

“I’m,” You shudder, “I need to come,”

“No one’s stopping you,” Seonghwa squeezes you.

You’re tired, exhausted from the tough position that they held you in, your thighs shaking as you hold yourself up and keep moving, but you need it now, so close on the razorwire of pleasure that you know you can’t stop. Blush heats your cheeks, tears bubble up, and the knot of release inside you tightens further still.

“Please, please,” You beg, and their hands grip you harder.

Yunho repositions his mouth, adding the rough pad of his tongue to the sensations you’re riding and it all comes apart. You moan and squirm, body twitching and rolling as you unravel into your release, and Seonghwa’s murmuring praises in your ear but all you can barely make sense of the words. Yunho’s tongue flicking across your clit shifts suddenly from pleasurable to painfully overstimulated and you jerk your hips back, leaning further into Seonghwa’s embrace.

“Shh, shh,” He soothes you, tugging smoothly at the binds around your wrists so that you can release your arms, “settle down, baby, we got you,”

You’re breathing heavily, shaky and weary, and with slow movements, Seonghwa lifts you off of Yunho and eases you down onto the bed. You’re suddenly warm, wrapped up between them and covered in blankets and Yunho’s fingertips on your jaw ease your eyes open.

“Sweetheart,” He murmurs, “talk to us a minute,”

“I’m good,” You sigh, a lazy, satisfied smile on your lips as you snuggle into them, “tired,”

“You know you’re our beautiful girl, right?” Seonghwa spoons you, nuzzling into your shoulder and kissing your skin softly, “You know we love you?”

Anytime they touch you like that, talk to you like that, or control you like that, it always ends this way. Seonghwa’s soft and kind assurances that despite the names or the degrees of punishment, you’re theirs and you’re loved. No matter how many times you play this way, they never let you forget that.

“Mhm,” You nod sleepily, “I love you too,”

“Are you hurting at all?” Yunho checks as you drop your forehead to his chest and let your eyes drift closed again.

“Mm-mm,” You shake your head.

“Should we let you sleep, pretty girl?” Seonghwa chuckles.

All you can do is nod. You fall asleep to soft kisses, gentle stroking touches, and warm arms around you. You fall asleep more sated than you’ve been in months, and they drop into sleep right behind you. You sink into each other in the center of the wide mattress and you rest.

In the morning you wake up tangled together, a mass of limbs and sleepy sighs. Seonghwa has clearly been awake a little longer than you, and he massages your skin, peppering kisses over your shoulders and back. Yunho snores softly and adjusts next to you.

Seonghwa shifts behind you, slipping his hand between you and Yunho, and he kisses the hollow of your ear softly.

“One more time,” He says, his voice low as he rolls you towards him, “please,”

You nod, leaving your body pliant, letting him move you where he wants you. With ease he pushes you onto your side, and he slides behind your back between you and Yunho. He pushes up your leg to open up to him and you arch your back to position yourself a little better to take him again.

His fingers slip through your folds, testing your wetness and finding you need a little stimulation before he can take you the way he wants. He wets two fingers in his mouth and then slides them over your clit, still a little swollen and sensitive from the night before. With slow, gentle circles he gets your body responding.

“There we go,” He murmurs, “you want me too, don’t you?”

He sounds hoarse and a little desperate and you nod again, your fingers gripping down on the sheets as a rolling rush of pleasure echoes up your body. He wets his fingers again, rocking them over your clit and dipping them inside again and again until you’re trembling and dripping for him, and then he repositions. In one smooth stroke he thrusts inside, and then he stills, gathering you close to his chest with a shaky sigh, his hand slipping over your stomach once more.

“Hwa,” You murmur, your voice incredibly small.

“Right here,” He murmurs, caressing your skin and kissing your temple, “god, you’ll be so beautiful for me, jagiya,”

The purpose of the night comes back to you in a rush. You sigh and groan softly, “All for you.” You push your hips back into his.

He thrusts slowly this time, taking his time with you and savoring the pulsing wet feeling around him, “I’ll come right here,”

You moan softly under him.

“I’ll make you ours forever,” He pants, his hips moving a little faster.

“Hwa,” You sigh, “please, please get me pregnant,”

His breath catches, and his hand slides lower to cup your abdomen, “You could be already,”

His words make your muscles twitch and clench around him and he sighs against your skin. You push back with your hips again, “Let’s make sure, don’t stop,”

He shakes his head against yours, holding you to him as he thrusts, his fingers tightening when he gets closer and closer.

“Please,” You murmur softly, “Don’t stop,”

He spills himself inside you with a quiet moan, holding himself still and deep as he comes down from his hard release, and without saying a word he slips his hand between your legs to gently work you up to your own orgasm. He stays inside you all the while despite his softening cock, not wanting to risk losing a single drop, and it takes time before he feels comfortable enough to pull out.

The bed shifts behind you both, and gentle hands tuck you both in. You listen to the sound of your other husband making breakfast in the kitchen. Something feels like it’s shifted, both new and familiar. With your eyes closed you listen. Seonghwa’s steady breath, the clicking of dishes, the movement of the city outside on a bright spring morning.

Soft music starts to play from the other room. Yunho hasn’t started his day with music in a long time, and you used to love waking up to the sound and his easy energy as he drew you both out of bed and into your mornings. You forgot it, easily eaten away by stress and worry and doubt. You let yourself listen a little longer, quietly willing this time to be the time, and though you’ve made the same silent plea before, this time everything feels different, feels possible.

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