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room for three | the husbands series masterlist.
summary: stood up at the bar on a saturday night, you decide to have one more drink and then head home, but a handsome couple has other ideas in mind. from there, your entire life changes in more ways than one.
note: 18+ content, minors DNI. please read each chapter for specific content warnings.
pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader (non-idol au)
genre: fluff, smut, angst, domestic, slice of life
status: complete
final word count: 56K
one; room for three - the meeting two; and if i stay - the beginning three; their gift - the wedding four; hold fast together - the baby five; a little more love to give - the end
stand-alone stories or connected deleted scenes:
sunday mornings; - can be read easily as a stand alone. mind the tags, hard dom!seonghwa, hard dom!yunho, and sub!reader engage in very intense bondage play, set between parts three and four of the core series.
if you prefer to read on AO3, you can find that here
my fic masterlist can be found here!
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hello dearest 🥰
hard hours are open? so are my legs for this:
thoughts on writing a full story?
love you and your work, have a blessed new years ❤️
7 minutes of compensation
<seonghwa x fem!reader x yunho>
Coming back upset and disappointed at how your date turned out, Seonghwa and Yunho decide on a way to compensate you, in their own pretty little way.
Rating: R - explicit
Genres/Warnings: pwp, smut, 3some, oral (f receiving), riding, orgasms, fratboys!ateez, pet names, unprotected sex, face fucking, cream pies, dacryphilia, fingering, reader is a brat and it's deserved, pussy slapping (only once)
Word count: 3.6K
a/n: super late on this one, but this prompt was perfect for @atzhouse frat boys event <3 enjoy and indulge heavily 🩷 also thank you to my lovely @bro-atz for helping me develop the plot i could kiss u to death!!
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You were gonna fucking kill them. The both of them. As much as you adored them as your roommates, you swear they fucking sucked at matchmaking, or either that, their fraternity has men that are less than subpar.
Unfortunately for Yunho, he happened to be in the line of fire, and he got the heat first—meeting your cold gaze, then your sharp eye rolls which truthfully, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him until you blocked his path, arms folded tightly across your chest, your bottom lip sucked in from sheer annoyance, and even though Yunho pretty much towered over you, for once, you don’t feel small.
“Is it a thing in your little groupie that none of y’all can even reach the bare minimum of being a man?” You spit, narrowing your eyes, tilting your head.
Yunho scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. “I’m not following, y/n”, he replies. Even though you know he’s being honest, unfortunately, he’s still part of the stupid fraternity, and technically he seconded introducing this poor excuse of a male to you.
“Where’s Park Seonghwa? Is he hiding from me because he fucking knew that son of a bitch was a sorry excuse of a man?” You grunt, attempting to push past Yunho, who quickly grabs you by the shoulders before you actually start acting on impulse and causing some property damage. It works. Barely.
“Hey, hey. Y/n, you need to tell me what happened before you decide to burn our dorm to the ground,” Yunho says, trying to meet your glacial eyes. God, Yuhno is so fucking lucky that he has a personality of a cotton ball because that’s what he could turn you into in an instant just with his gentle voice and soft demeanor. You kind of knew it wasn’t really his fault that the male he and Seonghwa introduced ended up being completely a piece of shit, but still.
No. You weren’t about to falter at Yunho’s warm gaze and the way he’s leaning into you, his hands firm on your shoulders. Deep inside, you knew Yunho was the last person to be unreasonable.
Your hard stare is slowly softening and the hostility is slowly dissolving much to your dismay, but you still hold your pout, now turning more cranky than mad.
You decide taking a deep breath to start your complaint would be the right way about it, especially since it helped with hiding your tears that were just threatening to fall.
At that moment, Seonghwa emerges from his room, having heard the commotion from the common space, his face as clueless as Yunho’s. Yunho turns away from you, the grip on your shoulders lightening as he stands up straight to look at the older male.
Seonghwa’s stare blank as he shuts his door, “I heard my name. What’s going on?”
Now there the three of you were—on your bed, Seonghwa on your left, Yunho on your right, the both of them exchanging glances at each other, not wanting to break the silence or you’d end up breaking their necks. Your arms are still crossed, and your expression now a pout rather than some intention to commit murder within the dorm. You made them sit with each other in complete silence while you decided to take a shower to hopefully wash off the vexation, obviously to no avail. At least you smelled nice.
“The guy the both of you introduced”, you huff another deep breath, “not only fucking sucked in bed but tell me why none of you told me he was fucking someone else?”
Another exchange of glances, this time with panic and confusion swirling in their eyes. You stand up and face them, your hands on your hips.
“We swear we didn’t know”, Seonghwa is the first to respond, his hands raised defensively. “He said he was interested in you, and we just…”
“Linked the both of you up, since you offhandedly mentioned that he was pretty cute”, Yunho continues.
You smile, which doesn’t reach your eyes on top of dripping with anything but kindness or satisfaction, well, given the complete fuckery your stupid date put you through. You lean forward, stroking Seonghwa’s jaw, and for a moment, he seems entranced by your gaze, growing slightly breathless for a split second.
“Did you know who he was fucking?” You ask, and it comes off as a rhetorical pop quiz question, which both Seonghwa and Yunho knew better than even trying to guess, lest you have their heads in your arms by the time this is over.
Seonghwa’s tongue slips out, wetting his plump lips out of nervousness. Sometimes you think Seonghwa looks absolutely delectable when he stares up at you with his doe eyes. You watch him shake his head.
Then you let go of the poor man, leaving him to catch his breath on top of having the smell of your body soap almost shutting the rest of his senses down.
“His ex-girlfriend”, you spit, accompanied by a roll of your eyes. Both males had expressions that were equivalent to being a deer in headlights, which slightly cushioned your hostility because it seemed that they genuinely didn’t know about this.
“I’m sorry to hear about that”, Yunho says, and there’s a glint of guilt in his eyes you barely catch. His hands reach out to yours, hoping to appease your anger slightly, and Seonghwa mirrors his reaction.
“Y/n, I’ll make sure he never contacts you ever, alright?” Seonghwa follows, his fingers gently stroking yours, making a mental note to bash his fraternity mate into the wall when he has the chance to. “Yunho and I will make sure of that.”
“I can’t believe he fucking fumbled a chance like that”, Yunho mutters.
You remove your hands from the two males, crawling towards the headboard, letting your head rest on the endless amount of pillows, both Seonghwa and Yunho trailing you with their eyes, watching the way your shorts were riding dangerously up your thighs.
“I want compensation, from the both of you”, you remark, your eyes darting to your phone screen, gradually getting distracted as your anger slowly dissipates. “On top of him being a piece of shit, he fucks like a loser. You have guys like that in your fraternity to represent how y’all fuck or what?”
It takes less than a millisecond for Seonghwa’s gaze to darken, which you don’t notice until your phone gets snatched from your hands. You are about to part your lips to complain, that is, until you see the poison dripping from Seonghwa’s gaze. Before you can register it, a pair of arms lift you from below, and you’re facing Seonghwa, while being seated on Yunho’s lap. Yunho’s arms are wrapped around you, and you realise you’re trapped.
“No, Angel. We don’t fuck like that piece of shit does”, Seonghwa corrects you, his voice calm and almost angelic, if it wasn’t for the fact that his tone is tinted with anything but.
“We fuck better.”
“You shouldn’t lump us with guys like him, that hurts our feelings y’know”, Yunho chimes behind you, his voice tickling your ear.
Seonghwa’s lips are inches away from yours, “Believe me, we’ll compensate you fully.”
You feel your heart hammering in your chest, the tension in the air climbing up in levels at a rapid pace. Seonghwa doesn’t intend to give you the time to form your thoughts before his lips are on yours, gentle yet greedy, growing more possessive by the second, and you let yourself melt into his lips, his touch, his seduction.
Soft moans escape your lips the more Seonghwa lets his tongue swipe yours and your lips. Fuck. Yunho’s fingers snake underneath your shirt, sending goosebumps all over your abdomen until he reaches your tits, and his fingers begin to roll your nipples against his fingertips as he alternates between squeezing your full tits, enjoying the whimpers you’re voicing while Seonghwa makes a mess out of your lips. Your mind is slowly slipping, and the next thing you’re feeling is the way your panties are getting soaked by the second.
Seonghwa pulls back, licking away the string of saliva connecting both of your lips, watching your lips swollen and your face flush, with a smile on his face.
Yunho’s hands leave your tits, and he brings up your shirt past your shoulders while Seonghwa pulls off your shorts, exposing the pretty wet patch on your panties.
“Look at you, so pretty and wet for us”, Yunho hums, his hand reaching down past your panties, and you gasp at the feeling of his fingertips drawing circles on your wet clit. He does it so painfully slow and you swear he’s doing it on purpose.
“Yunho-“, you mutter breathlessly, your hands grabbing his muscled arm. Seonghwa pulls your panties to the side, revealing your soaking pussy, just begging to be filled up. Yunho shifts his hands from underneath your panties to where Seonghwa had pulled them to the side.
They weren’t about to let you have your way, at least not yet.
“Now, are you taking back what you said about us fucking like losers?” Seonghwa asks, guiding Yunho’s fingers going back to circling between your clit and your sopping hole. You swear you were about to lose your fucking mind.
You stare at Seonghwa, eyes slowly getting glazed out the more Yunho’s fingertips grazed along your clit.
“No.”
Yunho’s hand makes impact on your cunt, making you gasp, your eyes blowing open from the shock that climbed along your spine, the sound wet and loud.
“Wrong answer, dollface”, Yunho hisses into your ear, barely giving you a second to catch your breath before his fingers plunge into your cunt, your head falling back against his shoulders, a broken curse slipping past your lips.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet. You’ve just been thinking of this, haven’t you?” Yunho curses, feeling your soft walls squeeze against his fingers whenever his fingers enter you on top of the pretty squelching sounds your pussy was making for him.
Yunho presses against your g-spot, and you jolt slightly, your legs spreading wider on instinct accompanied by another moan, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the two males.
Yunho’s suddenly fingers pull out and you’re ready to protest from the denial, until you feel something harder and thicker pressing against your spine. Shit.
Seonghwa unlocks your phone and taps on the timer app, filtering through numbers before he shifts the screen to your view.
“We’ll make you cum in seven minutes as compensation, Angel”, Seonghwa promises. He looks so confident too. “If we don’t, then you can do whatever you want with us.”
“But if we do, you’ll take back your words, and we’ll do whatever we want with you, with your consent of course”, Yunho adds.
Truthfully, the deal was a matter of pride rather than anything else, and you being sandwiched by your hot roommates on top of it? Just the cherry on top.
“Fine”, you agree, and Yunho, tips your chin to face him, lowering himself to press his lips on yours before passing you over to Seonghwa, who also seals the deal with a kiss.
“That’s a good girl”, Seonghwa hums, pressing his thumb against the corner of your lips. “Yunho should fuck you, right? Since he was the first person who caught your heat.”
“But he’s-“
“It’ll fit, dollface. I’ve seen the dildos you fuck yourself with. My dick will fit you just perfectly”, Yunho cuts you off, leaving your heart to slam against your chest.
Yunho lifts you up as he positions you right about his thick cock before he lowers you down, completely splitting you open as his cock fills you up all the fucking way, leaving your thoughts and sanity somewhere else by now.
“How are you feeling, Angel?” Seonghwa even has the courtesy to fucking ask. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, both from pleasure and pressure.
“So fuckin’ full. Fuck”, you mutter, your mind in a complete haze as you attempt to adjust to Yunho’s size. Seonghwa swallows hard at the way your pussy is just stretching to fit Yunho in plain sight before he starts the timer.
Then he lowers himself to your filled cunt, and licks up your clit, making you jerk.
Oh boy, these two are definitely about to drive you crazy.
Your head falls onto Yunho’s shoulders as you try to pace your breathing, but with Seonghwa at your cunt lapping your cream while Yunho has your pussy filled? It seemed like an impossible mission.
As Yunho fits into you, dragging against your walls and pressing dangerously close to your g-spot, Seonghwa’s slow and wet licks against your clit only stimulated and soaked you more to widen up to further fit in Yunho—now a complete cycle of hell of Seonghwa eating your pussy out making Yunho’s cock sit deeper in you which in turn made your clit all the more sensitive towards Seonghwa eating your cunt out. You were sure you wouldn’t last long at this rate.
A quick glance at the timer��two minutes had passed, and yet it felt like an eternity from how much stimulation you were getting. Soon enough, you were confident that time wouldn’t even exist as a whole.
Your body shudders in pleasure once more when Seonghwa licks another stripe up your cunt, trying to hold your composure, only for it to be broken down when Seonghwa’s wet lips suck on your clit, your mind blanking out from the sensation.
“Such a good fucking girl for us, y/n”, Yunho’s gentle voice barely registering in your head. He glances at the timer. “Four more minutes for us to break you. You know it’s okay to just let go and ruin your bedsheets right? We’ll wash them for you.” Jesus fucking Christ.
The numbers on the timer on your phone continue to descend agonisingly slow and the looming, ticklish feeling of an orgasm is just threatening to spill over at any moment. Your mind begins to drift off, shrouded in the mist of pleasure, with Yunho, low moans as the icing on the cake whenever he feels your walls squeeze around you, his praises sounding like a hymn.
Seonghwa switches between his tongue and fingers, the only denominator is him making sure to send you off the edge, casting his gorgeous eyes upwards to meet yours, watching your reactions like a hawk. The cream around the base of Yunho’s cock grows thicker every time he pulls out from your stretched hole.
At the sixth minute, you realise you are a lost cause—Seonghwa licking and grazing his fingertips against your wet clit while Yunho has his cock balls deep in you, hitting deep fucking spots in your cunt.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, you cry out, your eyes screwed shut, barely processing Yunho’s kisses down your neck as he stuffs you full once more. Seonghwa pulls back, licking your cream off his lips before they pull into a smirk, then making sure he overstimulates and sends your whole body into an orbit with his fingers on your clit. Stars scatter and burst into your eyelids, you barely were able to keep them open when your cum spurts out of you, alongside your cries about feeling so fucking good while you screamed both of Yunho's and Seonghwa’s names, diluting the cum from Yunho who fills you up warm seconds after.
Both men watch you unravel in complete awe and adoration. They should have done this sooner if they knew your cunt would be this fucking good.
“Six minutes and fifteen seconds”, Seonghwa brings up your phone with a smile. “You did fare pretty well, Angel.”
He lifts you off Yunho’s cock, his cum trickling past your trembling inner thighs, and Yunho groans from the sensitivity, giving his wet cock a couple of pumps. You were not in any position to complain, not when your body is barely recovering from your high, because you’re on your stomach, facing Yunho’s thick cock, your eyes rolling back once more when you feel Seonghwa’s cock stretching you open once more. Your face buried in the sheets, your fist digging into the fabric, your ass automatically lifting to accommodate Seonghwa.
“Fuck. You’re still so fucking tight, Angel. Were you waiting for me to fuck you next? You’re just begging for me to fuck Yunho’s cum out of you, aren’t you?”
You could only muster a weak whine of Seonghwa’s name before Yunho’s cock gently taps on your cheek. You look up at Yunho, your eyes completely glazed out, realising your mouth suddenly feeling very empty.
As Seonghwa slides his cock out of you, your phone suddenly lights up, the vibration catching both boys’ attention. Yunho glances over and cocks an eyebrow when he sees the caller ID flash across the screen. He looks over at Seonghwa who catches his eye, then nods to his older friend to pick up the call. Seonghwa reaches over, even as he’s still fucking his cock in you, and slides answer.
“Hey.”
“Hello? Seonghwa Hyung? Isn’t this y/n’s phone?”
Seonghwa glances down at you, ass still bouncing off his fat cock while taking Yunho’s cock in your mouth, your body twitching from time to time on top trying to fit Yunho in your mouth.
“Y/n’s not available right now. She’s a little…preoccupied.”
There’s a pause for a moment.
“O-oh. ‘Cause I was meaning to talk to her about the ex-girlfriend thing and-“
“H-Hwa”, you whimper, feeling your brain short-circuiting every time his hips snap against yours, feeling your brain up with nothing but just cock. Seonghwa returns your look with nothing less than affection before he bothers to focus back on his friend’s endless amount of excuses for acting like a piece of shit.
“You don’t need to anymore, dude.”
“What? Wait I don’t-“
Seonghwa smirks into the phone. “She’s not interested anymore—Ah fuck, that’s it Angel.”
“What the fuck is going on there?!”
Seonghwa only chuckles in reply, hitting the loudspeaker for Yunho to reply him, “Don’t worry about y/n, she’s well taken care of. Better than however the fuck you did, that’s for sure.” Yunho strokes your jaw, encouraging you to fit more of him in your mouth, biting back a curse when look up at him with doe eyes, spit and precum just coating his cock every time you bob your head.
“We definitely need a little talk when we see you. Until then, maybe learn to fuck better”, Seonghwa adds, before disconnecting the line, ignoring the sudden myriad of messages barging and spamming your inbox from said male. Well, you were busy.
Seonghwa’s attention snaps back to you once more when he feels your cunt squeeze around him, and the way your pussy is just endlessly creaming on his cock is just driving Seonghwa closer to his high, partnered with the obscene sounds bouncing off the walls he knew his fraternity brother definitely heard.
“That’s a good fucking girl. You’re doing so well for me. Fuck. I’m gonna cum. So fucking close, Angel”, Seonghwa hisses, his thrusts becoming more erratic, cock mindlessly hitting deeper spots of your poor cunt before he feels you completely let go and cum right on his cock as well, his warm cum filling up your cunt.
Yunho isn’t faring any better, his eyes are glazed out at the way your throat is closing around his cock every time he slips it in, and when your eyes roll back with your mouth covering the entirety of his cock, clenching him again at the back of your throat, Yunho can’t help but cum down your tight pretty throat with a strangled groan, along with praises of you taking his cock like his good little girl, and how you’re taking all of his cum so well, which only makes your mind buzz with pleasure on top of both of your holes being filled up.
Yunho jerks back slightly on instinct from the overstimulation, before his hands cup your jaw to assist you pull out. Cum dribbles down the corner of your lips from your futile attempt to swallow it all, but Yunho simply grabs a handful of tissues for you to spit in should you need to. Then his lips press onto your forehead, his voice like honey in your ears as he praises you for taking him and Seonghwa.
Seonghwa on the other hand, had pulled out of you, swallowing hard as his cum mixed with Yunho’s seeps past your folds, dripping onto his half hard cock. Seonghwa thinks he could go another round, but not now. The thought of ruining your pussy over and over again is definitely the most enticing to him, but he makes mental note to delete and block the twat’s number on your phone while you go wash up.
The exhaustion is slowly kicking into your body, considering you’ve never been fucked this good, but Yunho insists to wash you up before you rest in either one of their rooms, which you don’t put up much of a fight against, considering the state of you right now.
Yunho, slightly displeased that Seonghwa insisted on snuggling on his bed as well, the three of you sharing Yunho’s bed, with you in the middle. As Seonghwa combs through your hair with his fingers, you suddenly remember the phone call.
You look up to both of them and ask, “Who called just now?” Evidently, you were so deep into your pleasure that who called didn’t even register in your mind, the faint memory of the dull vibration of your phone being the only thing you recall.
Yunho and Seonghwa exchange glances before their eyes shoot back to you. Yunho forces a smile and Seonghwa continues to stroke your head, slowly lulling you into an exhausted slumber.
“No one important. Someone we can thank for being able to compensate you, darling”, are the last words you barely process before you fall asleep in their arms.
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Imagine a dark fantasy yunhwa smut where Yunho is a puppet master with dark powers, Seonghwa is his puppet and you're their prey. He uses his puppet to hunt you down and use you for his pleasure. He controls him to ruin you as he watches you squirm before them. He commands Seonghwa with simple moves to make him play with you. Yunho's composed looks contrasting Seonghwa's deranged one made you weak. And you just let them use you the way they want...
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compromise | j. yh & p. sh
♡ pairing: seonghwa x f!reader x yunho features yunho x seonghwa and minor yungi x reader ♡ chapters: 1 out of 1 ♡ word count: 11k ♡ rating: mature/18+ (minors dni) ♡ genre: university au, soccer!ateez, smut, established relationship, minor angst, polyamory ♡ warnings/tags: infidelity/cheating, mentions of alcohol and marijuana use, yunho has a big dick, switch!seonghwa, dirty talk, size kink if u squint, pet names (babe, baby, princess), degradation (use of nasty, whore, disgusting), oral (female giving), oral (male giving), choking, crying, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, all the usual goodies
♡ synopsis: your relationship with seonghwa is crumbling before your very eyes. in a moment of weakness, yunho has you succumbing to your desires but you end up getting more than you bargained for.
♡ author’s note: howdy everyone !! i present to u ... compromise... >:3 likes, comments or reblogs are all greatly appreciated! if u enjoyed this lil tidbit, then dont be shy and drop a request!! or just giv me some good ole luv in the ask box... ♡
Winter has been cold; the winds unrelenting, the showers heavy, but most notably it was the loneliest of seasons. Months filled with ghostly kisses and slivers of physical intimacy that you could only reminisce of for so long.
Following the arrival of the lively blooms, you prayed for more opportunity as your newfound faith rose with the sun. Spring marks new beginnings — or so they say. The warm radiance of clear skies and gentle rains grace your heavy heart with hope. Things will be different this time around. Surely.
You long for Seonghwa's company, but you could never get more than a moment alone with the man. Maybe it was your fault for dating such a busy body, but you don't think so. The first year was filled with lovely memories and unforgettable dates, yet all too fast everything slipped away before you had any control over it.
Seonghwa is popular, smart, diligent, and responsible. With his final year at university nearing an end, his days were constantly in motion. Juggling a near perfect GPA whilst doing extracurriculars meant he had little to no time for leisurely activities. Leisurely activities included you, his girlfriend.
As of last semester Seonghwa's schedule went accordingly: Mondays are spent volunteering at the local nursing home. Tuesday through Thursday he works at the dainty little flower shop by the library and Sundays are reserved for homework and studying. On top of it all, there was mandatory soccer practice every weekday evening.
One would think that left him the weekend to spend with his lonesome lover, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case. That's what you wish to believe, but you know better at this point.
"I'm sorry, babe. Mr. Sung had an emergency at the retirement home, I don't think I can make it tonight."
"Shit! I have a test on Monday, I have to study... I'm so sorry, love. I'll make it up to you!"
"An important client needs me to stay and arrange twenty bouquets for her. I'm really sorry, baby..."
His apologies came far too frequent, and you had grown tired of his antics. You understand his priorities, but it was clear you were not at the top of the list. You're not sure if you were even on the list at all.
Despite his negligence, you still continue to try your best for him in the belief he'll slowly begin to reciprocate attention to you as he used to. No matter how demoralized, you still wished to maintain an image as his perfect girlfriend. Routinely you bring him coffee every morning, pack his lunch, attend his practices and games, yadda yadda… All the good stuff.
All of this is done with uncertain optimism though your insecurities are heavily laced in between each action. All you could really do is stay hopeful at this point.
Come the first home soccer game of Spring, your ass is presently glued to the metal bleachers as you're seated before the field. The players are hustling along the range, gunning for dominance over the ball. Your best friend Mingi sits beside you, the two of you sharing a large throw that's spread across from shoulder to shoulder.
Even with the rays of sunlight flickering between wisps of sullen clouds, the air still brings a chill with it. Blankets were a necessity at games like these. Huddling with the larger male proves to bring much needed warmth as you're cozying up to each other between idle chatter.
Mingi is a defender for KQ University's soccer team, but due to an unforeseen injury he has been forced to the bench until further notice. Thankfully, you have each other for company during his recovery.
Focusing between your small talk and watching your boyfriend, you're caught off guard by your companion's next words and nearly double take at him.
"You and Hwa still having troubles?"
You let out a quiet murmur, akin to denial and watch as the ball is passed to Seonghwa.
"Uh..."
The blonde maneuvers skillfully along the field before rounding his leg back and swinging precisely, shooting straight into the opposing team's goal.
Immediately everyone erupts into cheers and you can't help but to join them, not willing yourself to verbalize your answer at the other man's question. A small smile tugs the corners of your mouth. That's your Seonghwa: striker extraordinaire! Boyfriend? Not as extraordinary.
"You don't have to beat around the bush. I can see it all over your face. You're like an open book," Mingi points out bluntly as he speaks over the roaring crowd.
If you were such an open book then why couldn't Seonghwa pick up on how distressed you were?
"Just admit it, you guys haven't been on a date in weeks and god knows how long it’s been since you’ve been laid." Although his words sting, you know what he says is true. You visibly wince and give a sharp nudge to his ribs, earning a pained whine from his end.
"Shut up, man! There's only so much I can do with a guy that busy."
Folding your arms over your chest, a frustrated sigh comes from you. Mingi has since begun to belt out suggestions, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as he does so.
"Just break up?"
As if it were that easy.
"I don't know about that one..."
You're only half listening at this point, your eyes scanning the expanse of the field until they fall upon another player who is currently running up to Seonghwa and high-fiving him.
The man in question is tall, even taller than the giant beside you. He’s also incredibly handsome. He didn't fit the status of conventionally attractive, yet his presence isn’t one you can dismiss easily. With a towering frame and broad shoulders, it’s hard for you not to notice.
And his uniform? God. His sweat laden jersey sticks to the outline of his chiseled chest, fabric clinging and accentuating his lean form. Even worse, the shorts he wore did nothing to hide his set of long, muscular legs. You can feel yourself warming up considerably as you ogle him shamelessly from head to toe.
After their high-five he’s bouncing along the grass with a newfound spurt of energy and returning to his spot by the goal. When the ball is back in play, he takes on a defensive position, knees bent forward as his gloved hands are held out before him. Can't forget the big hands and nice ass too.
Your eyes flicker to his backside. Unable to help yourself, your stare is glued to him as you swallow thickly once he bends over, trying to ignore the full display of his butt before you. God, what were you doing?
"Ok, I know you're lonely and desperate but Yunho is not someone you should be thirsting over." Mingi's deep rumble of warning breaks you from your stupor. You tear your eyes from the goalie and meet your friend's knowing expression, cheeks aflame in embarrassment from having been caught.
"It doesn't hurt to look..." A guilty whisper comes from you as you return your focus to the goalkeeper, only to have your eyes widening in surprise when you're met by his own heated gaze.
Despite the distance from the stands, you can see a wicked and knowing smirk forming on his lips. As if he can read your thoughts, he readies himself in position once more but not before shooting a sultry look in your direction. Oh.
"That's more than just looking, babe. As his best friend and your best friend, trust me when I tell you it's not a good idea to get involved." Your companion can't help but to chastise you, shaking his head. Mingi is probably right though. He usually is.
Jeong Yunho is not someone you should be concerned with, yet there is an allusive and alluring pull to him. Everyone on the team is popular in their own right, but Yunho often has people flocking to him left and right. Amongst the boys, he and Seonghwa were probably the two most sought after men on campus.
The goalie was known for his exuberance and friendliness, attracting attention from all types of people. In truth, it was hard for many to resist his charms. Not you though. You’d like to think you have a decent reign on your self control especially considering the fact you're not single.
Even if that wasn’t the truth, the issue with Yunho is that he's a known heartbreaker. It was apparent that he didn't date or hook up often, despite his popularity. Even so, that only seemed to heighten his desirability. And regardless of that fact, word around campus was that he was infamous for having a huge dick.
The rumors stemmed from someone who was supposedly lucky enough to sleep with him, though nobody can confirm or deny. Whether true or false, many still try to gun for his attention in hopes of finding out.
Honestly, you shouldn’t even be interested in entertaining the idea. You barely even know the guy, only having chatted with him during practices and at the occasional party here and there. Not to mention you have your lovely, smart, gorgeous, busy… busy… boyfriend. Damn it, you're a horrible person.
“Fuck!” With both hands slapping your cheeks, you groan out in frustration while sinking into your palms.
Mingi raises his eyebrows and peers at you with a questioning look.
“What?”
“Dude, why am I thinking about Jeong Yunho's supposedly big dick?!” It's his turn to groan while he's rolling his eyes.
As if things couldn't get any worse, you suddenly feel a pair of eyes on you again. The heavy stare that bores into you is enough of a tell that you don't dare to look forward, the goalie's shit eating grin taunting you from your peripherals.
"Seriously? Could you have said that any louder? He's literally staring at you!"
"Shut up, shut up! I know, dude!"
"Please just... I don't know. Please, don't."
After that you both sit in silence for the remainder of the game, left to linger amongst your own regretful thoughts.
It's not long before the bleachers begin to shake as the crowd excitedly stomps and hollers. A roar of cheering erupts from the stands once the final score reflects 4-1, the timer paused on zero.
In the rush of commotion you and Mingi forget the previous tension and untangle from the blanket, both of you stumbling slightly down the steps. You're quick to steal the throw, pulling it around yourself as you leave your seats, joining the team on the field.
"Hey! Get back here!"
Mingi shouts in complaint but trails after you nonetheless, catching up to you slowly as he rubs his arms and shivers.
You're both merging in the group of people crowding the team as everyone lets out celebratory cheers, animatedly chatting amongst each other. Mingi kisses your cheek and dips from you to join his fellow players.
You're left to battle the masses, squeezing and weaving between bodies as you try to make your way to Seonghwa quickly. When you reach him, he's surrounded by some of his peers, all of them laughing while exchanging hugs and pats on the back.
When he finally turns and sees you, his eyes light up. He's quick to wiggle away from everyone and he's pulling you into a bone crushing hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning you.
The action surprises you but it's not unwelcome as you laugh and clutch onto him tightly, a squeal coming from you.
"Hwa!"
"Did you see me, baby? I can't believe we won!" You smile endearingly, though you can't help but chuckle at his comment. Of course they won. After all, they were one of the top soccer teams in the province.
He plants a single big wet kiss on your lips before he's setting you down, arms still wrapped around you. An adoring look crosses your face as he beams proudly. The familiarity of his hug was something you missed dearly, and you don’t even mind that he’s covered in dirt and grass stains.
Perhaps corny on your end, but you didn’t want your hug with him to end. You don't remember the last time he held you so joyfully. You knew it was probably from the high of winning the game, but you can pretend just for a little while longer that it was because he missed you.
"You did amazing, Hwa!" The stars in his eyes expand, twinkling with pride as you compliment him, his smile stretching impossible wide. Your heart stutters at the sight, making you want to melt entirely within his arms.
You want to shower him with more praise but all too suddenly, he's being pulled away from you. You recognize his reluctance as he apologetically tips his head and mouths 'sorry' when the crowd pulls him away, tossing him up in their arms as they're chanting his name.
"Party at Wooyoung's!"
"Drinks on Seonghwa!"
They march further and further away from you, filing into the locker rooms as you watch from afar, standing pathetically by yourself on the field. The crowd has since dissipated and you're all too aware that you're alone now.
The forgotten blanket is still draped around you, and you clutch it tighter around your frame as the breeze sends a shiver down your spine.
"You should dump him, you know."
You jump in shock and spin on your heel, head whipping in the direction of the new voice. You're met with the very same goalie you had been checking out earlier, a sense of guilt creeping over your back. How long was he standing behind you?
"What?" You manage to say back to him, unsure of how to approach his suggestion.
"I said you should dump him."
Yunho stands tall and defiantly before you, arms folded over his chest as he cocks an eyebrow in amusement. You give him a once over before you frown, trying to look anywhere but at him.
"You don't know anything."
He doesn't miss your lingering look and the corner of his lips quirk up knowingly as he steps toward you.
You stumble back, heart catching in your throat when you look up to meet his stare, his eyes swimming dangerously with an unknown emotion.
"I know enough, princess. A good girl like yourself wouldn't be eye fucking me if your boyfriend was taking care of you well enough," he pauses and leans past you, whispering hotly against the shell of your ear, " — or if he was fucking you properly."
A tremble of desire ripples down your spine but you move back, flabbergasted by his statement. You're no sooner tripping over your own feet and you topple backwards, landing on your ass.
Yunho barks out in laughter, not bothering to offer you any help. The man is hunched over now, chuckling loudly as he stares at your frustrated form below him. He clutches his stomach and figuratively wipes his eye as if he'd just witnessed the funniest thing of his life.
"Fuck you," you spit back to him.
“Just say when and I’m all yours.”
You’re shocked by his admission, not daring to meet his eyes as your hand begins swiping the blades of grass under you. Though you're annoyed, you can't ignore the bubble of arousal that has spread through your belly. Yunho wants to fuck you. You rewind his words over and over again in your head, only snapping into focus when you hear Seonghwa’s voice calling out to you from a distance.
"Babe?" From several meters away, you see your boyfriend approaching closer in a light jog. He has since changed out of his uniform, and is now sporting a long sleeve with some form fitting jeans.
"Are you ok? I didn't know you were friends with Yunho!" Seonghwa reaches you both shortly, oblivious to the situation before him, smiling from ear to ear as he begins to help you up.
"I’m ok. I just tripped, that's all..." You offer an uncertain smile, standing up and wiping the debris from your pants.
"Hey, man! I was just asking her if she's coming to the party." Yunho throws his arm over Seonghwa, giving him a side hug before he's veering off toward the locker rooms.
"Gonna go shower. See ya both there!"
You're left with Seonghwa as the goalie's form disappears into the building. You shouldn't be upset now that you have some alone time with your boyfriend, but the encounter leaves you unsettled and questioning yourself.
You swallow nervously and lace your fingers with the man before you, gently tugging him along toward the parking lot.
"Let's go get ready, yeah?" He nods his head and lets you lead the way, happily swinging your hands.
"I missed you, babe. I can't wait for the party."
The guilt continues to fester at the back of your mind but you force it away, mustering up a half hearted smile.
"I missed you too."
The Jung family was known for being wealthy, so securing their beloved son a lavish 3 story building within your college town was no hard feat. Given Wooyoung's spacious living situation he also housed some of his fellow players. One being his closest buddy, Choi San, two being your best friend, Song Mingi and the third roomie was none other than the infamous goalie himself.
To say you're familiar with the house is an understatement, having stayed over on many occasions whether it be for a soccer function, party or to hang out with Mingi. The building itself is huge, reminiscent of someone's dream home but it was a little closer to a frat house than anything given the current occupants.
By the time you reach Wooyoung's, the sun is already setting beneath the skyline. In typical party fashion, there are people pouring in and out of the door and you see a few stragglers who are already wasted, strewn about the front yard.
The music is at full blast, some unfamiliar hip hop beats pumping from the speakers. The noise grows louder as you both near the entrance, the volume of chatter mixing in with the tempo of the current song.
When you and Seonghwa step through the bustling entryway of the Jung manor, a chorus of drunken cheers are heard amidst the packs of various friend groups.
"Yo! There's the man of the hour!" Wooyoung is ever the host as he’s quick to greet you two, shoving a can of beer into Seonghwa's hand while he slings an arm around his shoulder.
"M'lady," he playfully curtsies to you, despite the awkward entanglement of he and Seonghwa's limbs, "help yourself to some drinks. The boys want to take some celebratory shots to get things rolling!"
"Thanks, Woo!" You grin back at him and follow along as you're led toward the kitchen. Bottles of hard liquor amass the counter along with littered and forgotten red solo cups, some full and others empty.
The crowd is more dense in this room, all the soccer players packed around the island as they're downing shot after shot. Seonghwa is quick to join them, abandoning your company when he’s encouraged by their enthusiastic hooting.
The sight brings a smile to your face but your expression morphs into something unpleasant when he hooks his elbow with Yunho, both of them throwing down their beverages in unison.
You don't miss how Yunho's adam's apple bobs as he tips his glass back or how a dribble of tequila trails down his chin from his lips. When his eyes meet yours, they're narrowed playfully. There's a knowing glint behind his gaze that has you promptly turning on your heel.
With your back to the crowd, you're squeezing past the lot as you direct yourself elsewhere. You spare Mingi a pat in passing and maneuver toward the opposite side of the kitchen where you reach for a solo cup, opting to fill it from the massive dispenser of jungle juice in the corner. You make a mental note to come back for shots later once it's less crowded.
As you're filling your drink a hand lands on your shoulder, giving you a soft squeeze that makes you jolt in surprise. The liquid sloshes in your cup, narrowly missing your clothes. You turn to the perpetrator and immediately breathe a sigh of relief when you recognize the voice.
"Careful with that. It'll fuck you up good."
"Hongjoong! You scared the hell out of me!"
The man in question laughs and bumps his shoulder to yours. He's nursing his own drink which he holds up to you, nodding his head. Hongjoong and you go way back, both having an unspoken mutual respect for each other.
You've known him as long as you've known Seonghwa, but the both of them have been friends for many years prior so you have nothing on that. Even though he's not a part of the main roster, Hongjoong is the manager for the team, which makes him just as important.
The two of you met through Mingi and you both bonded instantly, enjoying each other's presence. You aren't necessarily close, but you're far from anything unfriendly. You’re also dating his best bud, so it was hard to avoid him if things were any different.
"Cheers!"
"Bottoms up, Joong."
You clink your plastic cup to his and you're both gulping down the booze in one go, a grimace overtaking your features as the concoction of alcohol and juice washes over you. Whatever that was, it was nasty.
“Dude, who made this? Isn’t jungle juice supposed to NOT taste like alcohol?”
“Probably some dumb ass.”
And that's how the rest of the night proceeds. In between failing to get Seonghwa's attention and socializing with various people (mostly Hongjoong), you're left to your own vices for nearly an hour. Like the others though, Hongjoong soon finds better company amongst his peers.
It hasn’t been long since your arrival yet you're feeling the effects of the alcohol already. Seonghwa has since been whisked away by his other friends, easily forgetting you in the midst of celebrations. It's nothing new, but the substance does help dull the pain.
To say you’re upset is an understatement. Does Seonghwa just not care? You even did up your makeup a little cuter today. Forgoing your usual attire, you wear a black strappy and skimpy little number tonight. You weren't one to usually show off your assets but it didn't matter since your efforts went unnoticed, leaving you high and dry.
Submitting defeat, you make up your mind and decide you would have fun regardless of your relationship. Fuck Seonghwa. You’re at a party, so you might as follow its intended purpose.
You've already made your rounds within the house several times, chatting amongst your friends only briefly before you wind back up in the kitchen. Although you're not quite drunk yet, you're definitely getting there as you begin to wobble over to the counter of spirits.
You're finishing your second helping of jungle juice once you've arrived at the island. A random liquor bottle is plucked from the selection and with the emptied solo cup in hand, you're quick to pour some expensive looking vodka, filling it halfway before you knock it back hastily. No chaser necessary. The sting is immediate, burning down your throat as you try not to gag down the rest.
Drinking the substance was akin to what you imagine rubbing alcohol tastes like. Disgusting, but it does the job. The cup is tossed aside and you wipe your mouth with your hand before you trudge toward the open doors of the backyard, the last area you've yet to explore for the night.
The moon now rises within the darkened skies, illuminating the expanse of the yard. From here, the music is a bit more muted and the chatter is quieter. Centered in the middle of the space was a pool, where some people were lounging about. Not a good spot for a tipsy girl like yourself.
Further to the side, the pungent smell of marijuana wafts from the corner where a large fire pit roars alive. Some familiar faces surround the area and from afar you can see they’re passing around a joint. You're quick to abandon your post by the doors, stumbling toward the lull of the flames.
"Miiiingi," you call out as you approach closer, slinging your arms around the said man.
Mingi turns slightly at the mention of his name and catches you just in time as you throw yourself into him, a loopy smile on your lips.
"Damn… You look,” he whistles lowly, “how many drinks have you had?"
"How do I look? And like... only a few!"
You drop your hold from him and step away to do a little drunk twirl, stumbling slightly. He raises his eyebrows in amusement but still claps his hands nonetheless.
"You look good enough to eat, babe. And I hope ‘a few’ doesn’t include the pitcher of that god awful jungle juice. I think Wooyoung threw anything and everything in there."
"Maaaaybe two of those and a shot!" A shot being that half cup of vodka earlier, which was basically two shots if you think about it. Mingi didn’t need to know that though.
He just shrugs his shoulders and smiles lightly. He wasn't one to stop you if you wanted to let loose. You grin and squeeze his hand once, thankful he wasn’t too concerned over your lack of sobriety. As you’re stepping around him and circling the fire pit, you greet the others surrounding you, not wishing to be rude.
To Mingi's left, your friends Yeosang, San and Jongho are in a deep debate as the lingering smoke from the weed and burning wood mixes within the air. They all wave at you and quickly return to their conversation. You think you hear something along the lines of whether or not mint chocolate chip is the superior ice cream flavor, but you don't really know.
To the opposite side of Mingi, Yunho nods his head to you as he reclines in a woven lawn chair with his legs spread apart. Even in your current state you don’t miss the way his eyes are greedily raking over your exposed form, taking in every inch of skin you’re showing. His actions have you shifting nervously on the balls of your feet and you don’t know how to approach him.
Regardless of the fact that you are ready or not, you have to face him now. Against your better judgment, you think you should enjoy his attention while you can and at this point, you were getting too drunk to care.
You aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol in your system or your disarray of emotions, but you can hardly ignore how the denim of his jeans hug his muscular thighs or how his white t-shirt rides up a little when he leans back, showing you just a sliver of his skin.
You’re both readily checking each other out and it makes you feel hot with shame. His eyes are hazy from the effects of the cannabis and he's taking a long drag before holding it up in your direction.
"Hey, princess. You want a hit?" A billow of smoke rolls over his lips as he speaks, voice low and gravelly from the dryness in his throat. You swear you’ve never seen anything sexier than the sight of him before you.
"Don't call me that," you murmur as you snatch the joint from his hand and inhale from it, sucking in a bit too sharply. The smoke that fills your lungs all too soon comes out in sputters and it has you coughing out several times.
The sound of Yunho's hearty and familiar laughter joined with Mingi's fills your ears, making your face burn with embarrassment. If you could dig a hole right now and hide in it, you would. You roll your eyes and pass the end of the blunt to Mingi while trying to recompose yourself.
"What brings you out here, pretty girl?" Yunho questions you, but you both know why. Mingi knows too, yet he chooses to ignore the unspoken tension between you two as he's too preoccupied finishing off the last of the joint.
"You know, the usual," you slur a bit as you speak, noting how the alcohol seems to pump more heavily through your veins, " — Hwa is too busy to pay attention to me so I may as well get as crossed as I can tonight."
"I told you that you should just break up with him." Mingi crushes the remainder of the joint under his shoe as he speaks, eyeing you warily.
"Yeah! You're clearly not having fun worrying about him!" Jongho suddenly butts into the conversation, his statement being followed by several nods and a chorus of verbal agreements from the rest of the boys.
"I wasn't aware that my relationship was everyone and their mother's business." You huff in response.
“Just because Hwa is our friend doesn’t mean we don’t know he’s a shitty boyfriend to you,” Yeosang pitches in.
“He’s not a bad guy. I just don’t know if he deserves that… And you guys make it sound like dumping him is the easiest thing in the world.”
You groan loudly at their insistent suggestions. All you've heard tonight is people telling you to break it off with him, but he’s still the man you fell in love with. You wish things weren’t so complicated.
“Him being a good guy is different from him being a good boyfriend. If you’re not happy, you shouldn’t stay with him,” San adds with a firm nod.
"Well whatever you do, they’re still right,” you're about to complain again but Yunho is quick to grab your hand, “Like Jongho said, you're not having fun, so let's go dance."
He’s standing up abruptly as he tugs on your hand, leading you back inside and toward the lively mass of dancing bodies within the house. The boys cheer in unison and follow suit, filing into the packed living room.
Within the dim space the lights are set down low and in the area where the speakers occupy there’s a set of disco lights atop, flickering from corner to corner, the gradient of multiple hues bobbing every which way.
Your group is weaving through the crowd of bodies until you’re all within the center of the dancing where you’re being sandwiched between both Mingi and Yunho. The room is unbearably hot, yet you’re too intoxicated to care as you lose yourself to the sultry song that plays through the house.
In front of you Mingi is clutching onto your shoulders as he easily moves himself to the beat of the music, swaying from side to side. From behind Yunho is holding your waist and you feel him bumping against your backside as he dances. You almost feel overwhelmed between the two men, but your arms loop around Mingi’s torso and you close your eyes, allowing yourself to rock against their bodies.
The boys brought you inside to have fun and you don’t want to waste the rest of the night worrying about your relationship. You’re between two ridiculously handsome men, so you might as well indulge a little.
Yunho's breath is hot against your neck as you drop your head back on his shoulder, eyes fluttering open to meet his half lidded stare. Beneath his stare is the look of something unidentifiable again, a dangerous and lustful glint. The movements never stop even as his grip tightens around you, his large hands over your hips.
"You look so fucking sexy tonight," Yunho's whisper is almost lost to the volume of the music but you hear him clearly as he mutters into your ear. You bite your lip at his compliment and feel your body heating up.
"Want to rip this tiny dress off your body." He continues his onslaught of suggestive words, not faltering even as you press yourself instinctively to his crotch.
You're not surprised that he's hard against your ass but you are shocked by the sheer feeling of his size outlined beneath the fabric of his denim. Even with the jeans covering him, you can tell that the rumors are definitely true.
The thought of his dick alone has something stirring within your loins and you can't help but to grind yourself harder against his growing erection as a whine threatens to bubble up from your throat.
"You like that, princess?" His hold slides down from your waist and he toys with the hem of your dress, fingers dancing along the material teasingly.
His blatant flirting has you feeling nervous but you can't deny how turned on you are at the way he touches and gropes at you within the public eye.
Mingi is either too high to care or completely unaware of the situation as his body bumps against yours. His elbows slack on your shoulders but you can tell he's enjoying himself from the dopey grin he has as he's watching the scene unfold before him. So much for heeding his warning about Yunho. He didn't even seem to care anymore.
If not for your friend dancing alongside you, the sight of you rubbing yourself against Yunho would definitely look suspicious. At this point, you're not sure if being caught in the act bothers you though. You're much too faded and you're reveling in the feeling of both their hands all over you. Any guilt that still threatens to ruin your night is now easily disregarded.
The actions of your bodies gyrating against each other has made your dress ride up, revealing more of your already exposed thighs. With the way your lacy black underwear is just barely beginning to peek out beneath your skimpy dress, it takes Yunho everything in his willpower not to spread your legs right there and fuck you with his fingers.
You don't notice your indecency, but Yunho certainly does. Luckily he and Mingi are there to block the view from any prying eyes. He wouldn't want to share such a sinful sight with anyone else anyway.
"Do you want to take this upstairs?"
You should say no, but you find yourself nodding instead and allowing him to pull you backwards.
Mingi doesn’t seem to mind the absence of your body and easily bids you both farewell as he drunkenly looks for a new dance partner once you're both stumbling through the mass of moving bodies.
With his larger hand clasped over yours, Yunho is leading you through the string of scattered party goers until you're both practically tripping up the stairs.
You know you should acknowledge the feeling of shame that looms over you, but there's a thrum of excitement filling your senses. The thrill of entertaining such a heinous act drives you further into some sick type of high.
As you and Yunho are both hurrying to his room, you fail to see your boyfriend hovering close by the bottom of the stairwell. The drink he has is downed in one go before he's crushing the cup in his hand and tossing it over his shoulder. There is a surge of alcohol and rage pumping through his blood as he begins to ascend the steps after you.
When you reach Yunho’s room, he leads you inside and kicks the door shut behind him. Although the room is pitch black it doesn’t stop how he clutches onto your waist and pushes you into the door as he begins to kiss you heavily.
There is no hesitance to claim your lips while his large hands are eager to explore the expanse of your scantily clad body. His touch is everywhere at once and you're breathless as he attacks your lips with fervor, drinking in your kisses whilst groaning breathlessly into your mouth.
It shouldn't feel so good to have him touching you, but each brush of his fingers feels electrifying on your skin, driving you more mad with each passing second.
All too soon he's pulling away from your mouth and backing up until you hear the click of him switching on the lamp nearby. A dull light floods the space, the interior of his room filling your vision. You’re momentarily distracted and briefly take a minute to examine the minute details of his living arrangements.
By the corner rests a black recliner and a shelf lined with family photos and awards from the numerous sports he’s played. Miscellaneous equipment and video games are scattered about the room amongst his various clothes. Everything looked pretty standard for a college guy like himself.
When he sees you're preoccupied taking in the sight of your surroundings, he uses the chance to shed his clothes, leaving only his boxer briefs. Once done, he's quick to lay back on his mattress, which rests at the center of his room and he sits up against the pillows while motioning for you to come closer.
You don't move at first, eyes zeroing in on the man who lays before you. Despite the lamp’s dull luminance you can still make out the toned muscles that sculpt his lean figure. Beneath his abs, a faint trial of his hair disappears beneath the band of his undergarments. The shape of his erection straining against the fabric of his underwear has you squirming in place.
“Princess, my eyes up here.” Immediately your head snaps up to meet his smug look, grin tugging at his lips. Even with the short garb on your body, you feel suddenly overdressed when you ogle his bare form.
He’s staring at you beneath his heavy lids, lust evident within his eyes. The effects of the marijuana still clouds his mind but he's never felt better.
“Strip for me.” The command rings in your ears, a low timber in his voice as his hand creeps over his present bulge. He’s no sooner palming himself, stroking himself through his underwear.
The sight has your mouth going dry, arousal encouraging your actions when you begin to sway your hips before him. You don't know if it's the intoxication or just the raw desire to fuck him that fuels your next actions. The sight of him spread out before you and stroking his cock certainly contributes to your newfound bravado.
You’re clumsily dancing and shimmying the dress off, your body rolling as the straps slide off your shoulders and droop down to reveal your bare breasts. When the fabric drops past your waist and to the floor, you clumsily kick the article aside and move toward the edge of the bed.
The lacy black underwear that previously taunted Yunho is now on full display as you begin to make your way onto the bed, both knees sinking into the mattress as you crawl toward him on all fours. He’s groaning as he watches your tantalizing prowl, squeezing himself hard through his delicates.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, your figure approaching closer until you hover before him, straddling his thighs.
Your mouths reconnect when you settle over him, letting your clothed mound rest on his lap before you begin to drag yourself against his length. The friction between your loins draws another noise from him as he's eagerly returning your kiss, tongue and teeth clashing with hunger.
His hands find purchase on your waist, sliding up your body and cupping your breasts as he begins to roll himself under you. As he carefully tweaks your nipples you whine into his mouth, each kiss growing more messy, your lips swollen as he devours you.
He doesn’t know if he can handle another second of being trapped beneath you as he rubs against you through the flimsy garments separating you. You feel so good and he's not even inside you yet.
The kiss is broken when he sinks further into his pillows, arching forward impatiently in a struggle to remove his underwear. Not wanting to laugh at his attempts, you lift yourself from him and help slide the offending article down his legs.
His erection springs free from its confines and your jaw goes slack when you finally take in the size of his cock. Seeing it under his boxers was one thing but this… The rumors definitely didn’t do him justice. Watching him twitch against his stomach with his precum pooling at the tip of his length makes you think you’ve never wanted to taste something as much as his dick.
When you look up to Yunho, he has his ever present shit eating grin. He knows you’re impressed and he revels in the attention, enjoying how your expression morphs from shock to pure desire.
Once you've recollected yourself he grasps the sides of your panties and tugs them impatiently. The position has you struggling to remove the lingerie but he opts to rip the fabric instead, tearing down the sides and tossing the remnants elsewhere as you’re left to gape at his hastiness.
“Those were my favori-” You struggle to verbalize your next words as a gasp escapes you when you suddenly feel his hand cupping your exposed sex.
“I was going to ruin them one way or another,” he says with a roll of his eyes as his fingers delicately run along the arousal that has collected between your folds. He experimentally rubs his thumb against your clit, watching as your body trembles from his featherweight touch.
“You’re already this wet for me? Naughty girl.”
“Shut up,” you murmur as you slap his hand away and situate yourself back on his lap, letting him feel your wetness against the length of his erection.
“Sorry, princess.” He throws his arms up in mock surrender but they're no sooner on your thighs as you both continue to hump against each other, the feeling of skin to skin unbearable as he bites back a moan.
“I told you to stop calling me that!” The tip of his cock brushes past your clit, easily sliding back and forth along your opening once you're rocking yourself faster atop him.
“You seem to like it,” he says with a knowing tone and he squeezes both your thighs, though he sounds just as breathless as he looks beneath you. His eyes are fluttering with each movement, chest rising as he tries to maintain his last ounce of self control.
He's been patient, allowing you to grind yourself on him, but he wants nothing more than to grab your hips and impale you on his cock, stretching you out so good that you can't think.
You're both gasping quietly against each other and it's only until you hear the door open that you're both scrambling for the sheets to cover yourselves.
“So, this is where you two went.” Seonghwa’s firm voice fills your ears, making your entire body freeze up as you come to a halt.
You've never heard him more angry and you're nervous to face him but you find yourself slowly twisting your head over your shoulder as you're met with his enraged glare.
Yunho stiffens beneath you and opens his mouth to speak but the other man holds up his palm to signal his silence. Your boyfriend closes the door behind him, not uttering a word as he takes a seat on the recliner that's situated in the corner.
The tension is thick but you can’t help the bewilderment showing on your expression as you watch him settle into the leather, spreading his legs wide while he dips his hand into his pants.
“Don’t stop on my account. Carry on.” There is a dangerous hint behind his tone and you can feel his anger radiating off him in waves but the thought of him watching as Yunho fucks you makes you even more turned on.
You’re unsure of what's going on anymore at this point, but even in your confusion you know you don't want to disobey Seonghwa. The guilt that you had been ignoring all night hits you tenfold, sitting present in your consciousness. Despite this, your arousal is obvious as your pussy grows messier, drooling on the cock beneath you. It's apparent to him as he twitches against your sex and he catches on quickly, though initially he seems just as shocked as you by Seonghwa’s admission.
It doesn't take a second longer for Yunho to recognize the look behind Seonghwa’s eyes and he has a twisted smirk pulling at his lips in realization. Before you can protest, he suddenly takes ahold of your hips and lifts you with ease before he's sliding you down the entirety of his length. Your walls drag past his cock, swallowing him whole as he fills you to the hilt.
The noise of surprise that escapes you rings high when you feel him stretching you apart. He’s much bigger than Seonghwa and you don't think you've ever felt so full in your life. If you weren't already so wet, you knew the stretch would sting much more than it did. You're so clouded with pleasure that the pain is barely present.
“You like watching your girl get fucked by someone else, Hwa?” He taunts your boyfriend, snide in his tone as he ruts himself up into you. You whine loudly.
The man in question only responds with a grunt, his eyes trained on the view of your pussy swallowing his huge cock. Seonghwa squeezes himself harder and begins to pump into his hand, gritting his teeth.
“You're both so fucking nasty. You love this, don’t you?” Even as Yunho sneers, he doesn’t stop rocking his hips.
“Look how well she takes me, Hwa. You like seeing her little cunt stretched out by another man’s dick?” This time Seonghwa moans in response. His jeans have been kicked aside and he's left in his shirt, jerking himself in his palm as he watches you both through his hazy eyes.
With your head overlooking your shoulder, you still don't entirely know what's happening, but the sight of your boyfriend fucking his hand makes you overwhelmed with the need to press on. Knowing you're both getting off as he watches you get plowed has your stomach churning with some sick sense of pleasure.
Suddenly you feel Yunho’s hand cupping your chin, forcing your eyes away from Seonghwa. As you both stare at each other, you’re readily bouncing yourself on his lap, sinking deeper onto his cock with your every movement. You’re greedy to have him inside you, enjoying how each thrust has him filling your pussy so well.
There’s a sound of clattering from the other side of the room and you want to turn your head, but the hand gripping your chin is firm. Seeing his eyes flicker behind you makes your curiosity grow, but when you feel a hot breath against the back of your neck you now know that Seonghwa has joined you on the bed.
His presence has the man beneath you waning his pace, his hips working in a slow and sensual grind. As he hovers behind you his nose runs along your nape where his lips latch down on your skin. His teeth drag against your shoulder and you're whining quietly when he bites down particularly hard.
“Did you miss me so bad that you had to cheat me on with my own teammate?” Seonghwa is speaking against your skin, but he doesn't stop nipping at you, sucking harshly until you begin to bruise beneath his lips. You don't know how to respond, your body trembling as he continues to press at you.
“You think you can just fuck Yunho and get away with it?” Shaking your head, you let out a meek ‘no’ as his fingers tangle within your hair.
“Get up.” Seonghwa has never spoken to you with a tone like this before. It fills you with apprehension but your body is still thrumming with arousal and you're quick to follow his instructions, whimpering when you slide off of Yunho’s lap.
Yunho wishes to pull you back onto him but he hesitates, deciding he wants to watch how the scene unfolds. Even then, his cock continues to throbs as he takes note of how an intensity is overtaking the normally sweet and kind Seonghwa.
Your boyfriend leads you by your hair, ignoring you as you whimper out in a pained protest. You’re forced onto your hands and knees, your head hovering between the apex of his legs as he presses his hard cock against your mouth.
“You're going to let me use your mouth like the disgusting whore that you are, got it?” You feel yourself clenching at his words, nodding as your tongue darts out to taste the head to his dick. It's been so long since you've had him, you're desperate for his cock. He scoffs at your eagerness.
Seonghwa grasps his length, smearing his precum against your mouth as he uses his free hand to motion the other man forward. Yunho is no sooner scrambling toward you both, pupils blown wide with anticipation as he awaits further instruction.
“Go ahead.”
His words are all that Yunho needs to hear. Holding your hips once again he grabs you from behind and he begins to sheath his cock back within the slick warmth of your hole, relishing in how tightly your walls surround him. You both moan loudly. At the same time Seonghwa slides himself past your lips, the hand within your locks tightening their hold when he eases himself into your throat.
Your eyes flit up to watch him as his lips are pulled back in a displeased scowl. You've never seen him so upset and it makes you remorseful knowing you're the cause of his distress but at the same time he’s never looked so sexy glaring down at you.
He catches your stare but continues to frown even as his cock twitches in your mouth. His fingers fist at your tresses, guiding you further down his shaft until your nose is flush to his pelvic bone.
You're breathing heavily through your nostrils as you continue to look at each other, your eyes watering with tears. He doesn't move, but instead allows Yunho to bury into you. The snap of his hips against your backside causes your body to jerk forward, forcing Seonghwa’s tip to hit the back of your throat. He’s groaning when you gag against him, the action clearly catching you in surprise.
“Such a needy slut. Just one dick wasn't enough for you, huh?” You whine against him, drooling over his length as Yunho sets the tempo for how fast your head is bobbing along his cock. He’s pounding into you harder, enjoying the sight of you struggling to suck the other off while he's working open your tight pussy.
“You should lighten up, Hwa,” he says between thrusts as he reaches out with one arm to grab the older man.
“Are you serious? What the hell does that mean?” Seonghwa’s fingers slacken as he peers over at the goalie, his dick pulsing in your mouth while he’s watching you get fucked.
You're thankful for the moment of reprise but your eyes go wide as you watch Yunho hover above you, grabbing Seonghwa by his hair and pulling him in for a kiss.
You gurgle on Seonghwa’s cock at the sight, your pussy clenching down tightly as the two begin to make out before you. To say your boyfriend is shocked is an understatement, but he’s quick to indulge in the kiss, clearly as aroused as you are.
Yunho has some type of unexplainable charm to him. Whatever he's doing, it clearly affects Seonghwa just as much as it does you.
Their mouths are locked together, wet kisses amidst their tongues intertwining as you feel Yunho begin to rock his hips again. The movement has all three of you moaning and encourages you to begin sucking harder on the cock inside your mouth.
There is saliva coating your lips as you're bobbing your head down the length of Seonghwa’s erection, more drool dripping down your chin while you're sloppily getting your face fucked.
When Yunho breaks the kiss there is a line of spit stretching between them as they're both panting heavily, trying to regain their breaths. The taller of the two ushers the hand away from your locks, taking a hold of your hair before he’s tugging your head back as he withdraws slowly, pulling himself completely out of you.
Seonghwa’s dick pops out from your mouth when you’re yanked back and he’s left staring at your desperate form below him, your body wiggling with need at the loss of Yunho.
“Take this as a lesson, Hwa. You’re in a win-win situation, no?” Even as Yunho says this, the other’s expression twists between a flurry of emotions. The confusion is written all over his face, but something seems to click in his brain as he watches Yunho slam into your squelching hole with a single powerful motion.
Seonghwa feels humiliated as he watches his lover enjoy another man’s cock so readily yet his own arousal throbs with need when Yunho continues to coax him. He can’t help the hand that slips between his thighs, palming his aching length again as the goalie continues to ravage your body before him.
When Yunho’s fingers tangle within your tresses he cannot deny how much he’s enjoying the way your back arches as he begins to pound himself into you relentlessly, his pace steady and calculated. Despite the sting of your scalp and how the position aches on your back, your cries are immediately filling the room, loud and pitchy.
“You see, Seonghwa. This,” he grunts and thrusts heavily as he’s plowing into your cunt, enjoying how you clench around him so greedily, “— is how you should be fucking her.”
Your boyfriend is fisting his cock harder, biting his lower lip as he stares down at you. You’re barely meeting his gaze, tears lining your eyes as you whimper and moan. Each movement of the man behind you has you lurching forward, your torso threatening to sink forward if not for the constraint on your hair.
Looking to Seonghwa seems impossible as your eyes roll back into your head, so consumed with pleasure that you can hardly think properly. The guilt that previously haunted you is already dissipating with every sinful plunge of Yunho’s hips.
“Does Seonghwa fuck you like this, princess?” He jerks at your hair again, a guttural noise spilling from him when he feels how you constrict around his girth.
“Answer me, naughty girl. Does his cock feel as good as mine?” He stills his movements and his eyes are lighting with amusement as he watches you twist in place, writhing around for his cock.
“No, damn it! Fuck me, p-please, Yunho!” You practically shout, overcome with need as you’re whining and clutching at the bedsheets, rutting back against his pelvis. He’s ecstatic to hear your begging and he resumes his pace, watching as you immediately fall into a state of euphoria and begin garbling a string of unintelligible noises.
“Such a cock hungry girl. Don’t you enjoy seeing her like this?”
“Y…Yeah,” The older of the two manages to sputter out his reply between his breathy groans, his eyes glazing over. He’s clutching the entirety of his dick, tip leaking at the display of your ruined and blissful state before him.
“How about I give you a taste?”
“Huh?” Seonghwa’s brain short circuits at the suggestion and he glimpses up to meet Yunho’s darkening stare. The look the taller man gives him has him swallowing thickly, his eyes flickering down to watch as he slides his cock out of your fluttering hole.
“A taste,” the goalie repeats as he holds his length up, the dim lighting reflecting the trail of your juices that glisten along his shaft. Seonghwa hesitates at first but finds himself nodding.
You want to complain when Yunho withdraws from you again, but you have no time to as he's hoisting you up right into a kneeling position. The fogginess of the pleasure begins to clear from your mind though you can still feel yourself clenching around nothing as the heat within you simmers to a pulse between your legs.
Like you, Seonghwa is eagerly anticipating Yunho's next actions, unsure of what to expect. He’s thrilled at the prospect of having his turn with the larger man, his body alight in flames. The anger has seemingly diminished from him, only a hot wave of lust coursing through his veins.
The effects of the alcohol is still present in his body, but he knows he's not delirious when he realizes just how delighted he seems at the idea of tasting Yunho’s big cock. He doesn't know if he can blame you anymore when he seems just as excited to submit to the other.
Yunho is maneuvering off the mattress, walking around to the front until he's facing you both. He motions for you to scoot back and you do so obediently, eyes wide as you await for what's to come.
“Turn around, Seonghwa.” As swift as he can, he practically gets tangled in the bed sheets when he turns his back to the goalie. The action has him locking eyes with you, face burning up when he suddenly begins to feel shy about the notion of you witnessing his submissiveness.
“Good boy. Now lay back for me.” Seonghwa shivers at the compliment, his cock twitching against his thigh as he falls back on the bed, his head hanging off the edge. It's in this position that he realizes what's about to happen, though he’s not sure if he's prepared. It didn’t make him any less excited though.
“Think you can take my cock?” Simultaneously the blood rushes to his head and his erection at the question. He nods eagerly and wets his lips, mouth dropping open. He’s never done something like this before yet he’s too thrilled to pass up the opportunity.
Yunho steps forward and presses the tip of his cock against the man’s lips, humming appreciatively as his tongue darts out to circle around the tip.
“Your boyfriend is so hungry for my dick. Doesn’t he look cute? So needy.” You squeeze your thighs together and moan, the sight of the two men shooting straight to your core in a rush of wetness.
“So pretty, Hwa…” You join in the praises as Yunho tenderly strokes along your lover's jaw, thumb grazing his lower lip before he’s sliding the first few inches of his length into Seonghwa's mouth.
The praise shoots straight to Seonghwa’s loins, his dick pulsing with arousal as he’s taking the cock further down his throat. He’s compliant and docile as Yunho eases deeper, his eyes trained on the sight of his dick bulging from the other’s throat.
“So good,” Yunho groans quietly and clasps his palm around your lover’s neck, wanting to feel his own outline stretching his throat. Your mouth waters at the sight, not wanting to be left out while you’re watching Yunho slowly fuck himself into your boyfriend’s mouth. The scene before you has you dripping with desire.
“C-Can I?” A single nod from Yunho is all you need and you’re no sooner clambering toward Seonghwa. In his position the man doesn’t notice your movement as he’s so focused trying to hollow his cheeks around Yunho’s cock.
When he feels the familiar weight of your body settling on top of him, he starts to gag when you suddenly sink down on his erection, clearly catching him off guard. Yunho’s length slips from his mouth in the process and he’s sputtering quietly, trying to regain his bearings.
You’re straddling your boyfriend and dropping onto his lap, his cock getting swallowed by the warmth of your hungry walls. Seeing how he jerks up beneath you it spurs you to bounce harder on his dick, letting him stuff you full.
“Missed your cock, Hwa…” He moans at your words and flutters his eyes, his jaw slack as he feels Yunho sliding himself back into his mouth. Seonghwa is so overcome with pleasure, his body blazing with lust that he can barely process what’s happening to him. He’s never felt bliss like this before — having his lover fuck herself onto him as his mouth is being used.
Seonghwa looks so fucked out as he’s splayed across the mattress, his hair messy and his body sheen with his sweat while you’re both stimulating him. Yunho welcomes the display wholeheartedly, grinding himself into the other’s face, groaning as saliva and drool coats his cock.
“Such a good boy, aren’t you, Hwa? You like when I fuck your mouth? You miss her pussy around your cock?” A garbled noise comes from the man, his throat tightening as his hips buck up in response. You feel his cock pulsing within you with each sinful word that leaves Yunho’s mouth. You know he’s close but you’ve yet to scratch the surface of your orgasm as you begin to rock yourself faster on his lap.
Quickening your pace you slip your fingers between your thighs and begin to rub your clit as you’re bouncing yourself on Seonghwa’s cock, each movement dragging him back within your sopping core. The man beneath you is trying to meet your thrusts, his hands falling over your thighs and gripping tight as he begins chasing his climax.
Seonghwa’s eyes are screwed shut, breathing heavily through his nose and he’s letting out choked and muffled noises of pleasure. The need to cum is urgent and the feeling of your walls squeezing around his length has him realizing just how much he misses your tight little pussy.
He no longer focuses on sucking Yunho’s cock, simply allowing the other to abuse his throat as he fucks himself into your cunt. The drool that dribbles down his face is evidence of Yunho’s own pace growing sloppy, his release not far behind.
“Come for me, baby,” you gasp to him, your back arching as you feel the heat of your orgasm stirring in your belly. You’re leaning forward against his torso, your chest flush to his as you’re lifting your ass and slamming it back onto his lap repeatedly. The sound of your skin slapping resonates throughout the room, pace increasing with a hurried need as you’re moaning into his neck.
Feeling a similar air of impatience, Yunho holds Seonghwa by his hair and pulls himself back before he’s thrusting forward powerfully. The single motion of Yunho’s cock hitting the back of his throat causes the male to gurgle in discomfort but the goalie doesn’t pull away and he groans deeply, his cock spasming in the other’s mouth until he’s spurting his thick and milky seeds down Seonghwa’s throat.
At the same time, your lover feels how your hole clenches and gushes around his cock. The needy pace you’re rocking against him has his length throbbing within you. Your actions combined with the lack of air in his lungs and the impact of Yunho’s thrusts into his mouth has his vision going spotty. His thighs shake and he’s seeing white as he orgasms hard and abruptly, his load filling your cunt with rope after rope of his hot release.
As he’s climaxing, he’s struggling to swallow the cum in his mouth, most of it spilling out past his lips and dripping down his nose and down his cheeks. When Yunho finally pulls away, Seonghwa is coughing and sputtering as he tries to regain his breath. The high of his orgasm is still clouding his mind even as he’s left a panting mess.
On top of him, you’re still desperately trying to chase your own crescendo as you work yourself feverishly on his lap. Your fingers are slick and slippery with your arousal, gliding over your clit over and over as your cunt begins to convulse around Seonghwa’s cock.
You’re both still moaning and you’re riding out his orgasm, your own looming closely. Yunho is stroking Seonghwa’s cheek, moving away the strands of hair that stick to his sweat laden face. He has already recovered from his own climax and leans down to purr encouragingly into Seonghwa’s ear.
“Such a good boy. Make our princess cum, hm?”
Seonghwa keens at the other’s words and snaps his hips upward, driving himself into you with the last semblance of his strength. Your eyes are blearily focusing below you, taking in the view of your sweaty and fucked out boyfriend who’s so determined to make you come.
Similarly the sight of Yunho hovering before your lover with his cum painted on Seonghwa’s face has you shaking with arousal, your thighs quivering when you feel yourself coming undone on your boyfriend’s cock. With a final slide of your digits past your swollen nub, you peak into your orgasm, his slowed thrusts combined with your sloppy movements sending you over the edge.
Your hole squeezes around his cock and your juices mix in with his release as you finally climax. He can barely take the overstimulation as you clench around him a final time, your bodies coming to a still. Even after you’re past your high, he can still feel the after effects that are evident from your fluttering walls.
Once you’re finished, you tiredly slump against his torso, your skin sticking together from the perspiration that covers both your bodies. You’re too worn out to move, simply resting against your lover’s chest as you both breathe quietly. The fatigue overtakes you before you know it and your eyes are falling shut before you can stop yourself.
You don’t know how much time passes before you awake but someone has helped you clean up and you now lay cozily beneath Yunho’s blankets. Between a series of blinking and yawning, you groggily note that Seonghwa lays beside you peacefully, his eyes widening with joy as he’s watching you come to.
“Hey, sleepy girl.”
There’s a pregnant pause and you try to recollect your thoughts, trying to recall all that has happened up to this moment. Dread and realization falls over you immediately and you’re shooting up, blanket slipping off you. With your back straight, you hastily try to get up from the bed as a feeling of panic floods you.
You fucked up, you fucked up. You royally fucked up!
“Woah, woah. Slow down, babe.” Your boyfriend coos softly and tries to work you down, pushing you back against the mattress and rubbing your shoulders in slow and soothing motions.
“How are you being so calm? I literally just cheated on you!”
Seonghwa scratches the back of his head nervously and looks away for a moment before he grasps both of your hands, squeezing them in his palms.
“Listen, uh… I gave it some thought and I think Yunho is right.” Your jaw drops.
“Huh?”
As if on cue Yunho steps into the bedroom, one towel around his waist while he’s drying his hair with another. He blinks in surprise at you both but smiles nonetheless, taking a seat at the edge of the bed.
“Oh good! You’re awake, princess.”
“What the hell is going on?” You look between the pair in confusion.
“Long story short, I know I’ve been a bad boyfriend but I think Yunho can help us work through some of that. I mean… if you’re down, of course.”
“I-I… I mean. What? Are you sure? Yeah, I-I think I am down.” They chuckle at your rambling.
Despite all that has happened, you never expected this type of proposal from Seonghwa. You honestly thought you would wake up to the shit show of him dumping you after you all sobered up.
Yunho somehow worked his magic on the both of you and to your benefit as well. Even with your circumstances, you can’t deny the idea of it all excites you. You just knew that Mingi would have a field day after he found out.
“I’m still mad at you though. You could have just talked to me,” he tuts at you, shaking his head slightly.
“I tried, Hwa! You were always too busy!”
“You’re right and I’m sorry. That was definitely my bad but it’s alright, babe. I’ll make sure we make it up to each other. Plus we have Yunho now.” A tremble of excitement runs down your spine at the mention of your new partner.
Seonghwa has an adoring look in his eyes, though there is a dangerous intent behind his smile as he reaches up to gently stroke your cheek.
“I know you won’t betray me again though. We’ll make sure of it.”
His words have you nervous and aroused, rubbing your thighs together as you feel a heat pooling in your lower belly.
Beside you Yunho sports his own wolfish grin when he meets your stare, placing his hand over your thigh and rubbing circles close to your sex. “Hwa is kind of scary when he’s mad, huh? Don’t worry though, princess. When he’s begging for my cock, you can help me make sure he’s the one being a good boy.”
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honestly, i dont see enough yunho + seonghwa double teaming the reader🥹 like, yunho the hard dom, and seonghwa the soft dom. or maybe its the other way around
honestly i love that both of them have the duality and capability to take on both roles. depending on the agreement of the night, it could honestly go either way — one going hard and one going soft or both falling into the same role at the same time.
yunho as the hard dom would be so teasing — he’d make sure that with his time with you, he’d make you a shaking and crying mess from just the foreplay alone. in this duo, i think yunho would like prepping you for seonghwa, and tends to get more rough even in prep alone. he’d draw two or three orgasm from you with his fingers and tongue and would leave your ass red from every spank of disapproval from him.
when it’s seonghwa turn… my man is so gentle with you. his smooth palms soothe over the redness of your ass and he kisses away any tears still dripping down your cheeks from his counterparts roughness. hwa would make sure you’re calmed down before he has his way with you. when he finally sinks his cock into you, he’d be whispering the cutest shit into your ear :
“such a good baby for me.”
“yunho was too mean on you wasn’t he? it’s okay, i’m here to make you feel good now.”
“hold onto me princess, tell me if you need a minute.”
afterwards, i think both of them would slip into a caring mode for a few minute, trying to gouge if you can take one more time, this time with the both of them.
if not, yunho slips into his regular golden retriever mode and cuddles you, hands soothing over the marks he left on your body, whispering light apologies into you ear for how rough he was, and seonghwa falls into the task of getting all three of you cleaned up, hydrated, and cared for before bed.
however… if you whine out a yes…
your soft dom hwa might embrace the darkness a little bit and more times then not you’d find yourself stuck between the two boys, taking both cocks at once as you plead for the both of them to stop being so damn mean and to let you cum.
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The Lone Shadow
pairing: Bounty Hunter Yunho x Outlaw Seonghwa - (with a hint of woosan)
tag warnings: wild west au, smut, noncon, stalking, obsessed yh, dom yh, (bratty) sub hwa, gunplay, murder!, graphic violence, threats of violence, anal sex, degrading, coming inside, yunho is eeeeevil 😭, dead dove do not eat
summary: Seonghwa got himself in trouble with a bounty on his head. Unfortunately for him, the infamous Bounty Hunter has set his eyes on him, and no, it’s not for the gold reward.
disclaimer: This work does not represent any of the ATEEZ members in any way. This is purely created for fiction. Also, I do not condone to ANY of the actions displayed in this story. Please read at your own risk. MDNI!
wordcount: 6.6k
note: Idk about you guys but i still haven’t moved on from cowboy yh… & this fic is mostly improvised. Open for any thoughts & feedback! I want to become better at writing. Also, English is not my first language. Enjoy reading! 𐚁
(dedicated to mango, who also proofread this filth ♡︎.)
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Seonghwa tore the wanted poster from the notice board. Not quite the nicest welcome upon entering the seemingly modest looking village he just sought refuge in. He gave the poster a final glance even though he already knew its details. A rough drawn sketch of him, with underneath bold letters announcing the high bounty on his head, including ‘dead or alive’. He adjusted the scarf covering his features, hoping to stay unrecognizable. Then, he mounted back on his brown-spotted horse in the hopes of finding a saloon still open at this late hour.
How he ended up wanted? Well, it was no surprise his so-called friends betrayed him and decided the gold was worth more than his companionship. But what he did not anticipate was the original ‘owner’ of the money to take it so personally. Going so far as wanting his head, with or without the rest of his body. Resulting in uncountable copies of his face being spread around towns on wanted posters.The worst part? He knew the bastard lacked the money to pay any bounty hunter for it. As it was in fact, stolen. Feeling exposed and shattered, Seonghwa was left with no choice but to escape town. Forced to flee and start life anew elsewhere. He never imagined his life turning to this.
Honestly. it’s not like he enjoyed his bandit life. But poor life choices lead to desperate measures. At some point, stealing was the only option he had. It was pretty lame theft, wallets and jewelry from the upper class. Pick-pocketing is not something he was proud of doing, but it was easy money. Seonghwa preferred to work alone, naming himself ‘The Lone Shadow’, finding safety in solitude. His work was stealthy, avoiding any conflict as he was simply not good at it. Sure, he owned a gun, but that was only for emergencies. One day Seonghwa was approached by two bandits, offering him to join a side-hustle. Promising him a fair share. Seonghwa couldn’t resist his temptations, desperate for the coin. Deep down, he should have known better than to trust the two men. In the thievery world, their loyalty and promises were questionable. Since most bandits had simple intentions with their stolen money. Selfish desires like drugs, alcohol, gambling or sex. And of course that reflected in their personality. Just moments after the job, his ‘allies’ took the coin and ran off. They anonymously tipped off the authorities about Seonghwa’s appearance. Clearly in the hopes of keeping themselves out of trouble. So, now he was identified to the whole Wild West, leaving him without a single profit for it.
Seonghwa took a sip from his refreshing drink, watching the waiter bring him his late dinner. He thankfully nodded. The Outlaw was cautious, continuously scanning his surroundings. He had yet to set up camp outside the village, but risked himself out here to enjoy the comfortable warmth of the saloon on this chilly late evening. Even though he had enough of his uncomfortable nights sleeping outside. The dangers were too high. So far, he managed to escape a few encounters. Luckily those occurred during busy daylight hours so it was easy to slip away. He had been on the run for a week or three, having traveled further up north to unexplored territories. Yet, every time he encountered a poster containing his face, he felt his stress levels rise. At times, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, sensing that he was being pursued, but never finding the source. So Seonghwa restlessly kept on relocating, not stopping until he had traveled far enough.
Seonghwa finished his lukewarm food. A meal that tasted heavily to him, for someone that was nearly starving that is. He pulled his red scarf back up and rested his tense shoulders against the chair. Just a few more minutes, he told himself. Seonghwa’s eyes got lost staring at the candle on his wooden table. He wondered how much longer he could keep this up. He knew he messed up bigtime, and running away from problems never worked in his favor. But what choice did he have?
A sudden gust of wind blew into the saloon, nearly blowing out the candle. The heavy sound of boots followed, killing the peaceful silence. Seonghwa lifted his gaze cautiously, to not seem too alarmed , avoiding suspicion. A tall figure, dressed in a long black coat walked in. His cowboy hat covering his facial features. He headed straight to the bar. Seonghwa lowered his own stampede hat, sinking in his chair deeper. “Sir, we’re about to clos-” the bartender swallowed back his words upon apparently recognizing who was standing in front of him. The stranger didn’t respond and simply sat down. The bartender fetched him a drink right away. With the new heavy tension in the air, Seonghwa felt like this was bad news and his instinct told him he should leave.
Checking his pocket, he only found a few coins, and placed the amount on the table as payment for his meal, even leaving a small tip. But in a cruel twist of fate, one slid off and clattered loudly to the floor, rolling in the direction of the mysterious individual. As Seonghwa bent down, attempting to grab it, he uncontrollably glanced at his direction. The intimidating stranger had his head partially turned towards him, Seonghwa’s eyes meeting a cold, unyielding look in return. And then he knew. he knew he was in real trouble once the infamous ruthless bounty hunter was after him.
Panic seared through him. He had heard the stories of this bounty hunter’s reputation. The living Grim Reaper. Known for his merciless tactics and usually going for the ‘dead’ in ‘dead or alive’. He was no hero to anyone, that much Seonghwa knew. He was convinced he usually chased the real bandits from gangs, not some average lone thief. But then he remembered the reward on his head.
Shit shit shit. Forget the coin, he had to leave. Right. Now. he hurried outside, untangling the rope attached to the hitch. Attempting to free his horse who was blissfully unaware of the danger lurking in the saloon. Inside, the hunter chugged his drink in one go and hit the glass back on the bar. All while Seonghwa stressfully fiddled with the knot he made in this cursed rope, his fingers trembling. When he finally got it undone the bat-winged doors to the saloon were pushed open. The hunter stepped outside, a ominous aura hanging around him. All Seonghwa could see was the silhouette of his figure, perhaps even the smallest glint of teeth displaying a smile on his face. Seonghwa wasted no more time and mounted his horse, who stamped nervously. He tugged the reins, kicked her sides and dashed off blindly into the night.
He raced as fast as his horse could let him and entered the darkness of the desert, leaving the town behind him. Wind whipping through his black hair as his own hat nearly flew off. Hooves pounded loudly on the gravel as the moon shone bright, the only source of light.
Behind him, he could sense the hunter closing in, locking his focus on Seonghwa. How was he this fast? Seems his little head start only lasted that long.
Seonghwa’s heart raced with adrenaline. All while his only safety out of here started to pant louder by the minute, reaching her limit. He urged his steed to go faster. “Please, please!” he pleaded in desperation. Just further up ahead laid the woods, feeling confident in his skills to lose the hunter there, he only had to reach them. He had to.
He could sense the hunter getting closer and closer, and for the second time he dared to peek behind him. Fuck, there was only around forty feet distance between he two. Watching him terrified, the hunter moved his hand to his side, reaching for an object attached to his hip. Intending on ending this chase.
Panic set in Seonghwa as he faced forward again. “Faster!” he cried, kicking his heels against his horse’s sides, feeling her pants turning more frantic. He tried to reach for his pistol in his pocket but struggled to do so due to the bumpy movement, it nearly slipped out of his hands. The gap between the two of them kept closing in. The forest was so near. His only hope of finding an advantage in this scenario. Just a bit further. He could outsmart the hunter there, he trained his horse well to handle difficult terrain. The trees could give him cover from any bullets.
Suddenly, Seonghwa felt himself get violently snatched off his horse .The hunter had aimed his lasso perfectly to capture his target. With a quick snap, air was knocked out of Seonghwa’s lungs. He hit the ground hard, hat flying off, his body spinning until he came to a halt. Dazed, he groaned before his chaser stopped and dismounted his horse in front of him. A set of heavy boots covering Seonghwa’s view. He instantly tried to get up in the hopes of finding his own horse to get away as quickly as possible. Adrenaline blocked out any pain he was feeling from his fall. But he couldn’t move his arms, as they were tightly constricted to his sides with the lasso. He stumbled pathetically, face front on the gravel. Seonghwa tried to look up, seeing his captor looking down at him. He could vaguely see the sinister grin appear on his face again. An uneasy feeling bubbled up in Seonghwa’s stomach. The bounty hunter bent forward, a scent of leather and gunpowder enveloping him as he tugged the lasso hard, rising Seonghwa from the ground to get closer into his face. He was met with hooded eyes, darker than the night itself. “Got you” he spoke for the first time, in a low, seductive voice. The hunt was over.
Seonghwa felt exposed, eyed by him in his now bound body. The hunter’s gloved hand slowly made his way to his torso. Seonghwa flinched, trying to pull back but he held him tightly in place. The hunter chuckled before taking out Seonghwa’s gun from his jacket, placing it in one of his own empty holsters. Hiding it behind his long fringed coat.
The moonlight caught glimpses of his sharp jawline and the edge of his lips that curved into a smirk. Seonghwa never wanted to live so badly now that he realized he was stripped from freedom. Not like he had a pleasant life to begin with, but it was still better than being behind bars, or worse, dead by the hands of this bounty hunter. He glanced up to the man in front of him who towered over him completely, seeming to drink in this sight of him, his victory.
“That was unnecessary. Could have just asked me to stop, you know?” Seonghwa attempted to humor him. Maybe if he complied he could find an opening to escape. “A little mercy, perhaps?” Seonghwa eyed the lasso in Yunho’s hands. Possibly befriending and not angering the man that held him captive was his only chance of survival. The bounty hunter let out a chuckle in return.
“Oh Lone Shadow, I don’t do mercy.” His eyes pierced right into his soul upon saying those words. “Or should I say.. Seonghwa’’ when his real name escaped his lips, Seonghwa felt like he wanted to sink through the ground. His captor grinned, seeming pleased with his reaction.
“How do you know my-?” He suddenly tugged Seonghwa back up to his feet, causing him to nearly stumble into his chest. Seonghwa could sense he reveled in his discomfort. This guy was a freak, that much he could tell. What else did he know about his life? With a sudden move, he pulled down Seonghwa’s scarf. The hunter seemed to marvel with delight. Seonghwa swallowed hard, trying to read him through his calm demeanor. He squirmed in the tightly secured rope, the cruel reminder of this reality. God how he wished he left the saloon just a bit earlier to have avoided all of this.
“My name is Yunho” the hunter shared. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, and nearly scoffed. “Didn’t ask but nice to meet you!” He spat back sarcastically. So much for staying on friendly terms with him.
“Since we are on a first name basis now. Perhaps you're willing to take me out of these ropes so we can have a conversation like normal people?”.
Seonghwa could see Yunho twitch his eye, resulting in Seonghwa quickly moving on to his next technique of talking himself out of possible death. He discarded his sarcastic tone to replace it with a serious one.
“I promise you, I’m worth more alive than dead” which was, according to the posters, not true. Yunho turned around, whistled loudly to fetch Seonghwa’s horse, who had seemed to graze on some grass not far away.
“Let’s see if you can live up to that promise then.” Yunho answered, grin widening, sending chills through Seonghwa as he now forced this challenge upon him.
- One week ago -
For Yunho, it was child’s play to track his new target. The outlaw seemed confident to hide in plain sight, thinking he was safe by simply wearing his scarf as a mask. His poor choice of surviving skills was proof enough for Yunho to conclude he was practically harmless. If he wanted, he could have ended his life with numerous opportunities. So, it was clear that something didn’t add up with the bounty on his head. Yunho has had more than enough experience with bandits to know the difference, sending plenty to their demise. The Lone Shadow was cautious, but simply bad at checking up on his surroundings. The outlaw’s behavior clearly did not match that of an experienced bandit.
Observing him from a distance, following his routine, The Lone Shadow’s frustrated exhales upon finding yet another poster brought a smile to Yunho. The way his target would walk away defeated. It didn’t take long to figure out he was just a fragile thing. Maybe framed, was Yunho’s guess. His interest grew. He started following him around, town by town. During one night of patrolling the outlaw in his tent, Yunho noticed a fellow co-hunter sneaking out the bushes. He couldn’t have that, his target needed his sleep after all. The fellow hunter seemed convinced at his job. That was until Yunho appeared behind them, ending their life with practiced ease, a swift slice of his knife at their neck. They didn’t even see him coming. Probably too money hungry their guard was dropped, and their life for the taking. Sloppy.
He made sure to clean the mess, of course, he wouldn’t want to surprise the fugitive with a dead body right outside his tent next morning. But the thought of him witnessing the startled look on the outlaw’s face had tempted Yunho. Perhaps as a warning sign for him to be more careful. Though he discarded it, not wanting to create panic just yet. He couldn’t have him start acting reckless. Prolonging his ‘hunt’.
Yunho wondered how long he would keep this up before revealing himself. His mind racing with possibilities. He was so ripe for the taking. Watching the Lone Shadow struggle to get through the days entertained him, he wanted to get closer to the one who has captivated his attention. He craved to know everything about him. What put him in this situation, or who? Who was hiding behind the name Lone Shadow? Questions were piling up and he needed answers. Curiosity grew, and once his outlaw made it to a rather safe village. Yunho believed the Lone Shadow to at least stay alive for a few days without him needing to take care of his surroundings. And so far, he kept going in a straight line up north, exactly where Yunho wanted him to go. Plus, he was certain of tracking him back easily.
He took this opportunity to finally find some answers to his burning questions. Soon, Yunho promised himself, very soon, he would come for him. His heart raced at the thought as he set his plans in motion.
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Seonghwa’s body felt sore from draping over Yunho’s horse, facing the gravel. He had no idea how long he had been in this position, still secured tight to Yunho’s rope attached to his belt. So bailing was not an option. Seonghwa’s boots were dangling in the air and he arched his back to look up, catching a glimpse of his own horse gently trailing behind, also tied to Yunho’s horse. Poor thing, he grew attached to her. His hunter would probably sell her. His eyes shifted to Yunho’s back, who was calmly riding his horse. He had been quiet since their trip to God knows where. If only his hands were free, Seonghwa might have been able to snatch a weapon from his satchel. To his knowledge, most hunters carried a few.
Just as Seonghwa was about to break the silence, Yunho suddenly stopped his tracks. “We’re here”. He dismounted his horse and pulled Seonghwa off as well. Making him stand on his feet again. His legs felt numb and he was slightly dizzy from hanging upside down for so long. As he steadied himself, Seonghwa took in the sight of a simple cabin in front of him. Nestled among towering trees, isolated and far from any traces of civilization.
Yunho brought the horses to the stalls. Seonghwa was forced to follow, dragged along by the rope that still linked him to Yunho’s belt. Everything about this felt so uncomfortable. “Why not just take me in like any other bounty hunter?” he asked bluntly as Yunho was securing the horses inside. Seonghwa tried to mask the fear bubbling inside him with a facade of defiance. He didn’t understand why Yunho hadn’t taken out his pistol yet, why he wasn’t rushing to collect his reward. Why was he still alive? This was supposed to be one of the most dangerous bounty hunters and now he was doing errands with him? Yunho walked back to the front door, Seonghwa right behind.
“At this hour?” he finally answered, as if not taking him seriously at all. He shoved a key inside the keyhole and unlocked the door, pushing it open to reveal a dark unlit interior. Yunho stepped in, Seonghwa initially remained at the door frame, but was pulled along inside.
Yunho hit the lightswitch and unpacked some gear he had on him, placing them on the table. He took off his hat, revealing his dark brown hair. Then his hand found the silver pistol he took from Seonghwa and took it out of his holster. He inspected it up closely, admiring the subtle decorations. Floral carvings and Seonghwa’s initials. “What’s it’s story?” Yunho then asked, seeming genuinely interested. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, confused by his change of persona. “Custom made, back when I still had a life” he answered nonchalantly. He never used the gun before, but Yunho didn’t need to know that.
“You take good care of it. It’s in a good state” Yunho added. Seonghwa felt the urge to roll his eyes. Like what, was he supposed to thank him? What was this weird attempt of small talk? But yes, he was going to miss his gun that was now in his captor’s hands.
“Come with me” Yunho tugged him back outside. As if Seonghwa even had a choice. He was dragging him like a dog on a leash to the backyard. Seonghwa had a bad feeling about this. Yunho stopped in front of a root cellar and unlocked the door, revealing a wooden staircase leading down. It was pitch black, like a void. Yeah, hell no. Seonghwa held a firm stance. If he gets murdered after all, preferably not in a creepy cellar. But what could he do against the man in front of him? His arms were still tight around the lasso, he had no weapon on him, and had no idea where he was. Yunho turned on the lightswitch, bright light flickering down in the basement. Seonghwa swore he could hear a noise coming from down there, something like a gasp. He held people there? Panic set back into Seonghwa as he was now pulling away from the entrance. Yunho didn’t even glance back at him and tugged him back. “Don’t be difficult," he warned, the same low tone he used when he had just taken his freedom a few hours ago.
Seonghwa nervously gulped as he was faced with two figures. They both lay on the ground, shivering from the cold, clothes covered in dry blood. And both of them were blindfolded with a brown simple sack over their heads. Their wrists and ankles were tightly bound. One of them was whimpering. “On your knees, both of you,” Yunho's hard voice echoed in the cellar and proceeded to stride towards them. The two men did as ordered, one of them grunted, seeming, irritated? Yunho put his attention back to Seonghwa, who tried to process what was happening in front of him. “See this as a little present” with that he pulled off both sacks simultaneously, revealing the two bandits that ruined Seonghwa’s life. His mouth fell wide open, and so did theirs.
“San? Wooyoung?” Seonghwa was shocked with disbelief. Both of them looked terrible. San had a split lip and it seemed his nose had been bleeding, possibly broken. Wooyoung had a black eye. A nervous smile appeared on Wooyoung’s face. ‘H-hey hey! Lone Shadow!’ he forced his laugh. ‘Good to see y-!’ Yunho’s strong hand gave his head a shove forward, urging him to shut up. A signal well understood by Wooyoung. Yunho returned back to Seonghwa and slowly started untying him. The outlaw tried to process what was going on, Yunho carelessly continued as if this was a normal day at his job. “They were a pain in the ass to drag here, but I thought it would be fair for you to seal their fate”.
As the rope fell to the floor with a dull thud, Seonghwa could finally feel his tense limbs again. His arms, once restrained but now freed. The moment of relief was short lived. He felt the weight of a gun being pressed firmly into his palm. Yunho had placed it there, his grip strong. His gloved hand covered Seonghwa’s hand completely as he moved the firearm in the direction of the two men on their knees. Seonghwa’s heart raced as he tried to grasp the gravity of the situation he was put in. Yunho leaned forward, whispering in his ear, his breath hot. “Go on then” his hand left his as he took a deliberate step backwards.
Seonghwa hated both of them. They ruined his life! San looked at him, split lip pouting with mercy, sniffing and sobbing. Wooyoung was quiet for once. The same Wooyoung, who was usually filled with arrogance, now stared at Seonghwa, as if daring him to act. Seonghwa’s gun kept switching between the two now powerless men. He felt angry, but why was his arm trembling? Killing them wasn’t going to fix the bounty on his head. Not that that even mattered now that he was captured anyway. But why would Yunho give him this opportunity? How did he know this duo?
“C'mon then!" Wooyoung suddenly shouted angrily, as if he already accepted death. “Rather you than that fucking psycho”. Seonghwa flinched at his sudden outburst. San just started wailing louder. “Do it. Can’t listen to this guy’s ugly sobbing anymore” Wooyoung nudged his head to his partner in crime. San continued pleading, as he began stammering. ‘We’re sorry- I’m sorry!’ followed by a list of excuses, each one more pitiful than the last.
Seonghwa felt trickles of sweat forming on his brow. Why couldn’t he do it? Why couldn’t he pull the trigger? Damn it! He didn’t want to become a murderer, he swore to only do it in self-defense and right now the only danger is the man behind him. Surviving means his captor had to die, that much was clear. Well, this might be his only chance now, he had to take it. Seonghwa gulped and just as he intended to turn his gun to Yunho, he suddenly snapped it out of his hands.
“Can’t do it, huh?” he taunted, his voice sickly sweet. Without another word, he determinedly made his way towards Wooyoung, jammed the pistol inside his mouth and pulled the trigger. Pulled it out from what was remaining of his head, moved to San and proceeded to do the same. Two loud bangs, bodies fell, blood sprayed the walls in a dark red, and then silence.
Seonghwa stood frozen in shock, heart pounding against his ribs. “Finally, quiet” Yunho wiped the pistol clean against one of the sacks on the floor. The gun was clean, but his outfit and face were covered in blood spats. Then he looked back at Seonghwa, with a wide eerie smile that sent him shivers. “Like I thought, you don’t have the guts, but that’s what makes you entertaining”.
Seonghwa glanced back at the lifeless bodies, the floor slowly turning crimson red. He had no words for the horror that just unfolded. Yunho casually placed the gun back in its holster as if it was nothing. Clearly having done these gruesome acts plenty of times. “This kind of treachery deserves to be dealt with, don’t you think?” the sadistic smile not leaving him.
“You’re mad,” Seonghwa spat out before thinking about the possible consequences. “Oh honey, but this is all for you," he purred, slowly making his way over to Seonghwa as he removed his bloodied glove, gently brushing Seonghwa’s sleek hair aside to caress his cheek. His hand felt warm, it felt out of place given the situation. Seonghwa flinched at his touch, causing Yunho to chuckle softly. “Sensitive..” Seonghwa backed away slowly, looking at him with disgust. He knew he was a cold hearted murderer, but seeing him actually perform the cruel act in person made Seonghwa want to vomit. However, now that he was free from his lasso, he felt the tiniest flicker of hope. Yunho’s hand was left in the air, watching him intently, curious to see how he would react.
“Look, I appreciate the.. effort..” Seonghwa spoke, refusing to look back at his fellow, now dead bandits. “You can keep the gun, it’s real silver. Just let me go, ok?”. Yunho’s smile disappeared. Seonghwa didn’t know which side of him was scarier. “Believe me, leave, and you’ll be dead by tomorrow," he warned. As if, Seonghwa thought. Yunho felt irritated, both at Seonghwa’s stupidness and the fact he was being unthankful.
Ignoring his warning, Seonghwa sprinted upstairs to the door that led outside. He didn’t know how he got this cocky, maybe it was the belief of Yunho keeping him alive for some fucked up reason that gave him this sense of confidence. He’ll get his horse and will travel even further, as long as he’s away from this place. Away from this maniac.
Just when he grabbed for the doorknob, a sudden force shoved him hard against the door, pinning him between the solid wood and his body. Seonghwa's cheek squished painfully against the surface. “You're so ungrateful, you know that?” Yunho's voice was low, a mix of anger and something darker. He pressed his big hand down on Seonghwa’s head with such force he grew fear of breaking his skull. It shut him up momentarily. “You’d be dead already if it weren't for me.” Yunho didn’t anticipate Seonghwa to show him this side of brattiness, but sure, if needed, he can force, or better put, fuck that out of him.
“What did you expect?” Seonghwa suddenly felt a rage overcome him. ‘That I would go on my knees and thank you? I never asked for your help!”. Yunho tightened his grip, yanking his head away from the door only to smash it right back, causing Seonghwa to let out a painful scream. His head throbbing with pain. “You’ve got an awfully bad mouth for someone who doesn't even have the guts to fire a gun” Yunho hissed and pulled him back by his hair, breathing on his neck. Seonghwa tried to brace himself for another hit. “Time to teach you some manners”. With a swift kick, he flung the door open and dragged Seonghwa back to the cabin, his hand entangled in his hair. He struggled and scratched at Yunho’s strong arm. Feeling like a kitten grabbed by their neck, aimlessly trying to free themselves. Back inside Seonghwa was hurled to the hard floor. He scrambled to rise until a heavy boot clashed on his chest, pinning him back to the ground with brutal force. Seonghwa wheezed out, but continued thrashing around, trying to pry his boot off of him.
“Get off!” his voice cracking. Yunho kept him in place, looming over him, putting more pressure upon him instead as he placed both hands on each of his pistol holsters. That of his own, and his new gift from his outlaw. With a swift, fluid movement, he drew both out, aiming them at Seonghwa, who’s eyes widened in fear as he stopped.
“Which one to have fun with…” Yunho mused to himself, admiring his guns and pretended to be ignoring Seonghwa’s presence. He moved his boot lower, applying pressure on his groin. Seonghwa gasped at the sudden unwanted feeling. The heel of Yunho’s boot painfully crushed him, a throbbing ache swelling up in his balls. Seonghwa held his breath, holding back tears from the intense torment. He refused to give Yunho the satisfaction of seeing him cry. Yunho took a final glance at both weapons. A choice made easily, as he kept the sleek silver gun, tucking the other one back.
He directed it back at Seonghwa. “Take off your clothes” he demanded. Seonghwa’s heart sank at those words as Yunho lifted his foot, a cruel invitation for him to comply. “Y-you can’t be serious”. Seonghwa stuttered as he tried to crawl backwards on his elbows, away from him. “Hm?” Yunho taunted, he smiled maliciously as he hovered above him, locking his outlaw’s torso between his legs. He leaned down, tapping the gun against Seonghwa’s firmly closed lips.
“Is this not serious to you? Do you enjoy complicating your own fate?” He mocked, as he forced the tip of the gun inside his mouth before he could talk back again. Seonghwa was overwhelmed with the sudden intrusion as he tasted the cold steel of his own gun. Yunho pressed the barrel deeper, past his teeth, a choking gag escaping Seonghwa. “Do you like it? The thought of me ending your pathetic life with just a flick of my finger?”. Seonghwa's memory was flashed with the images of San and Wooyoung's final moments as Yunho replicated the scene.
He felt his stomach twist, not sure if it was from Yunho’s degrading words, the boot from just now or the gun down his throat. Yunho eyes gleamed with delight, seeing enough proof in Seonghwa’s terrified yet defiant look to conclude he was made for him. He slowly pulled the gun out of his mouth, coated in his saliva. “You ugly thing, guess you really need help with everything”. In a flash, Yunho pulled him up by his collar and dragged him to the table, several tools of his equipment falling from it. Seonghwa held onto the table edges in protest, but Yunho easily overpowered him and forced him on his back. He roughly unbuckled Seonghwa’s belt. “Don’t!” he yelled. The outlaw panicky tried to block his hands, resulting in a hard slap against his cheek. Stunning him momentarily at the burning sensation. Yunho took this chance and pulled down his jeans, welcoming the erection that was hiding under Seonghwa’s underwear. Shame fell over Seonghwa upon Yunho finding out. His cheeks flushing as he didn’t know where to look. Heavily embarrassed by the fact that Yunho was responsible for his hardon. But Yunho drank in the sight with delight. He discarded Seonghwa from his boots and remaining clothes, then grabbed his chin firmly, forcing his eyes on his. “So you were turned on by it”. Yunho lifted his legs over his own shoulders, giving him a good view.
Before Seonghwa could react, Yunho pressed the head of the gun against his hole. He felt his muscles twitch involuntarily. Seonghwa sputtered in terror. “W-wait hold up!”. Slowly, Yunho applied pressure, allowing the tip of the pistol to slip inside. “It’s so tight” Yunho spoke with sick interest. Seonghwa let out a loud gasp, clenching his hole around the barrel as it invaded his private part. He tugged at Yunho’s arm, nails digging in his skin. The bounty hunter didn’t even flinch at it.
Seonghwa’s complete body tensed up. This can’t actually be happening. His breathing intensified, bringing him to a near hyperventilating state. “If you don’t loosen up now, it’s not going to get any easier for you soon” Yunho teased, another side of him Seonghwa was now introduced to. How was he supposed to relax in his situation? Especially with that new information? He knew the sick fuck did it on purpose, he wanted him to hurt. Got off of it. Yunho pushed it deeper inside, Seonghwa pulled his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “How cute, and it’s not even halfway in” he spoke low. “F-fuck you” Seonghwa managed to get out. It only spurred Yunho on more.
He used his fingers to spread his rim further open, pushing the barrel to a deeper point. Inch by agonizing inch. Seonghwa tried to keep quiet, but still let out a small moan with his lips pursed. Something Yunho saw as a challenge. He moved the pistol out, leaving his hole empty for a second only before violently pushing it all the way back in. Seonghwa’s cock twitched at the impact. A grin returned to Yunho as he leaned forward, invading Seonghwa’s personal space some more. “Look at you” he gave his cock a sloppy slap before giving it a few pumps. His own pants tighten upon hearing Seonghwa’s pathetic held back moans. Yunho wanted to break that spirit, hear his cute little gasps more. Seonghwa felt the gun leaving his body as Yunho tossed it aside without a care.
The bounty hunter unbuckled his own belt and pulled down his pants and underwear in a swift movement. His long, big, erect member springing free. Greeting Seonghwa with need. Precum dripping from the tip. Seonghwa's survival-mode activated as he jerked up and tried to thrash himself away from Yunho. To his surprise, he let go of Seonghwa which he did not anticipate causing him to fall from the table with a loud thud. Seonghwa's eyes met with his used gun, laying a few feet away from him. He jumped towards it, grabbed it, turned around and aimed at Yunho. This time, he wasted no time to pull the trigger. Ready to save himself out of this mystery he was put in.
Only for nothing to happen. Just the sound click of an empty barrel. Seonghwa tried again, but to no avail. “Fuck!”. The guy had unloaded it when he didn’t notice! A loud laugh filled the room and Seonghwa swallowed hard. “So you’d try and kill your savior? The one who has been watching your back for the past weeks? But not the ones who put you there in the first place?” There was a shift in Yunho’s expression. He made him.. angry. He made the relentless bounty hunter angry. No, not annoyed, not pissed. Angry. “Oh, you’re going to wish you were dead," Yunho's veiny arm lunged forward to Seonghwa’s neck, dragging him to the carpet a few feet away from them.
Once dropped, Seonghwa tried to crawl away on all fours but was grabbed by his waist in an iron grip and pulled back. “No, wait!”. Yunho aligned himself, not wasting any second and forced his cock into Seonghwa's quivering hole. His size going lengths the pistol could never reach. He savored the feeling of Seonghwa’s tight hole stretching out to adjust to him. Seonghwa screamed, his body shivering uncontrollably. It was music to Yunho’s ears. Seonghwa choked back tears. It felt like he was being split open. It hurt, it hurt so bad.
“You do realize you're nothing without me?” Yunho leaned over, covering Seonghwa’s body beneath him to whisper in his ear, his tone emotionless. “Actually, it’s no wonder you're wanted dead. You’re a fucking piece of shit” he spat. Just when things couldn’t get worse, Yunho began pumping in and out of him. Revlishing in his agony. Seonghwa could no longer hold back his moans and cries against Yunho’s hard, rough thrusts.
“S-stop, enough. 'P-please'. Yunho slapped his asscheek hard. Once, twice. The pain was unbearable. Yunho moved his hands from Seonghwa’s sides to his neck, fingers tightening around it to pull him closer to him, arching his back as he increased his speed. “Aww, begging now are we? You sound pathetic’’ Yunho spoke through his pants, driven by his lust for Seonghwa. He finally had him falling apart. The lewd slapping noises filled the room. Seonghwa whimpered as he tried to control his very limited breathing ability, tears streaming down his face. He tried to disconnect himself from the assault. Resisting the underlying pleasure Yunho forced upon him.
Yunho moved his hands from his neck to his mouth, covering it as he bended him even closer to him, reaching even deeper inside him. Seonghwa’s spent cock spasmed at it. It felt like he was losing his mind.
He used his remaining strength to try and pull off Yunho’s hands clasped over his mouth. Yunho abruptly withdrew his throbbing cock, watching Seonghwa squirm below him. Oh? So he still had fight left in him. Yunho was far from done with him as this only fueled his desire. He wanted to fuck him until he stopped resisting. He sank his cock back in, doubling his effort. His outlaw continued his now muffled cries. Who had a false hope of thinking his torture was over. How wrong he was. “God, I could just snap your neck now”. Seonghwa instantly climaxed upon hearing his gruesome words, his untouched hard cock spurting his seed on the carpet. Feeling betrayed by his own body. Yunho however, simply let out a laugh and continued following his own high, pounding relentlessly. It was overwhelming to Seonghwa, the humiliation, the threats, the fear, the pain.
Yunho’s own release was near, especially after witnessing Seonghwa’s pitiful display. “Take this”. Only a few more thrusts were needed to send him over the edge as he brutally slammed deep inside him. His fat cock spilling his cum far up his hole. Yunho shot his head backwards, moaning deeply in pleasure as he remained seated within him. Releasing all he has to give. He let go of Seonghwa’s mouth, whose head fell forward in defeat.
Then Yunho finally pulled out, dropping Seonghwa’s now limb body to the carpet, stroking his own slick cock a few more times. He watched as his cum seeped out of Seongha’s hole. The one he abused with sick fascination. It leaking down his spread legs, his pride broken.
“Why?” Seonghwa asked, voice hoarse from screaming. Yunho leaned over, pulling away a strand of Seonghwa's sweaty hair locks. Then he moved it back to his wet cheek, stroking it almost delicately. Seonghwa panted heavily, trying to catch his breath.
“Why, you ask?" Yunho answered. “Shouldn’t petty thieves pay for their crimes?” He rose up, looking down at him.
“Know this, Seonghwa”. Seonghwa felt another wave of unwelcome arousal rush through him at the sound of his name. “I’m far from done with you” promising him a life he couldn’t imagine getting worse than it already was.
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YunHwa is gonna own this CB ! LOOK AT THEM !!!!!! 🔥
I SHIP THEM , YOU SHOULD TO !!
Imagine Yunho's pretty, gorgeous long fingers grabbing seonghwa's beautiful waist !
Or maybe , YOURS ?
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yunhwa stripper au
oh my FUCKING GOD, shut up, SHUT UP. this is >>>>
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ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ (ᴊ.ʏʜ + ᴘ.ꜱʜ) *ੈ✩‧₊˚
After briefly dating his best friend Yunho, Seonghwa asks for a little space. ⋆song recommendation ⋮ a little space - pentatonix ft. San, Yunho, and Jongho ⋆word count ⋮ 9.3k+
⋆Pairings ⋮ Heartbroken!Seonghwa x BestFriend!Yunho ⋆Genre ⋮ Smut/Angst/Romance/Love ⋆Rating ⋮ 18+ (minors DNI) (Warnings after the break.)
Warnings | explicit smut, explicit language, heavy angst, drama, a sad yunho, a sad seonghwa, , oral (receiving + giving), unprotected sex without it being talked about, cream pie, pet names such as ‘baby’ and ‘pretty’.
It was a dreary day, the color of the city seemingly unsaturated in color compared to how it usually looked as thick, gray clouds billowed across the sky. Not only was the black sky promising rain, it was threatening rain: endless and merciless. There was something about rain in the city that didn’t quite compare to rain out in the countryside; no wind whistling through the trees, creating a natural song without structure or reason; the fresh, cool feeling replaced with a bone-chilling coldness; and lacking in the scent of petrichor, Seonghwa’s favorite part of rain. Over all, the city was overcast with doom and gloom, a picturesque moment that matched perfectly with what was going on in Seonghwa's heart.
This weather had approached rather abruptly, as there were earlier promises of a sunny forecast for the rest of the day. Seonghw knew better, it was when the summer season was meeting autumn, which would bring along random rainfalls that seemed to overwhelm the day with what felt like emptiness. At least - today it did. He didn’t think to bring a jacket, or even an umbrella, and the heat from the cafe was barely enough to keep his body warm as he shivered away. Taking another sip of his hot chocolate, using the warmth of the mug on his hands, it wasn’t enough.
None of this was enough. Suddenly, Seonghwa felt something warm wrap around his shoulders, encasing his entire upper body, and he looked down to see the fabric of a very familiar sweater, which held a very familiar scent. A presence loomed closely to the side of his face, a warm breath that smelled like spearmint dancing across his cheek in a pleasant way; something that should make his heart race, but instead making it fall through his stomach.This was a conversation that he wasn’t ready to have, but knew it needed to happen soon, because this wasn’t fair to the other man. He had to be honest about how he was feeling, and what he needed. Long arms encased him between the bar he sat at that lined against the window of Seonghwa's favorite coffee shop, hands bracing against the side as he felt a gentle set of lips against his cheek that had formed into a smile. “I should start texting you the weather forecast in the morning from now on, hmm?” The joke made him smile. As long as he’s known this man - which had been since childhood - he’s been the one to rescue Seonghwa countless times with an umbrella or a rain jacket. He’d done so much for Seonghwa in his time as his best friend, but now he wanted something from Seonghwa.
He wanted more.
And Seonghwa couldn’t give it to him.
But fuck, did he try.
Taking the seat next to Seonghwa, he leaned his elbow against the bar top, his head against his hand as he looked at Seonghwa with that smile. One he had never considered more than friendly not too long ago, having been completely oblivious towards his feelings. Seonghwa looked back at him with a somber expression, and his smile dropped, almost as if he knew what would be coming out of his mouth. Reaching out, Seonghwa grabbed onto his hand, and his jaw clenched in response. “Yunho…” the name sounded apologetic as he said it, and Yunho looked away from him, out through the window. His fingers twitched in Seonghwa’s hand, but he didn’t pull his hand from the grasp, but instead just lazily left it where it was, not bothering to hold Seonghwa’s hand back. He knew where this conversation was headed, and if he were being honest with himself, he knew it was only a matter of time before it happened. Not only that, but he knew he was partially to blame.
“Just say it, Seonghwa,” For the first time in Seonghwa’s friendship with him, Yunho’s expression was unreadable to him. Nothing about his handsome face betrayed his thoughts or feelings, keeping them tightly sealed. Seonghwa’s frown deepened. He had hoped to procrastinate with some small talk, and at least get to hear Yunho’s laugh before breaking this news to him, but Yunho could read him too easily. Truthfully, there was probably nobody else that could read him better than Yunho could.
Letting out a sigh, Seonghwa’s gaze followed his for a moment, settling on one of the storefronts across the street as pedestrians continuously passed by with colorful umbrellas. He turned back to Yunho to find him studying his face, his deep brown orbs full of sadness.
“It’s just, I-” it’s not that Seonghwa didn’t know what to say, the words just wouldn’t leave his mouth. Almost as if his voice was trying to do him a favor by not working.
“You’re still in love with him,” Yunho said finally, saying the words that Seonghwa couldn’t produce. He just sat there, slack jawed, staring at him with apologetic eyes and no excuses. Most importantly, no denials. His eyes dropped as he finally reciprocated the way Seonghwa held his hand. “It’s okay, Seonghwa, I’m not mad.”
“No,” Seonghwa agreed, knowing the tone of his voice well. Just as Yunho had known him better than anybody else, Seonghwa also knew him better than anybody else. Being attached at the hip to somebody for that long most certainly ends that way. “You’re hurt.”
Yunho didn’t respond, he just gazed at Seonghwa as if he was wondering what to say next. This had been new territory, usually he was the one who always knew what to say. He always had the answers. After a long, dreadful moment of silence, he eventually clicked his tongue, his hand still absentmindedly holding Seonghwa’s. Truthfully, he had forgotten he’d been holding it - holding his hand felt as natural to Yunho as having a hand.
“I guess it can’t be helped,” he eventually said, breaking the silence. A sheepish grin formed on his face, though it didn’t reach his eyes. Everything on his face looked hurt, with only feeble attempts to mask it. “This is my fault, I shouldn’t have confessed to you that soon.” He did feel responsible, having immediately regretted confessing that he’d been in love with Seonghwa after Seonghwa’s long-time boyfriend had broken up with him over text one day.
It had just slipped out of his mouth, his heart breaking in half as he watched Seonghwa sob over a man that didn’t even deserve him. All that time, he stood on the sidelines, forcing a smile on his face as he watched that man neglect Seonghwa and treat him poorly. Yunho had years to sit and stew about how he could treat him so much better, that the first opportunity that he had gotten, he would scoop Seonghwa up and dote on him. Most importantly, he would show him what it was like to be loved. That’s exactly what Yunho did.
But it was all too soon, and Seonhgwa hadn’t given himself time to truly grieve his last relationship. He found himself thinking a lot about the other man, even when he was with Yunho. About his plush lips against his; how his arms enveloped him perfectly at night, probably the most important factor in his entire night time routine; and despite what Yunho thought, he was always there for Seonghwa when he needed him.
So the break-up text came as a wild shock, when he had thought they were about to move in together.
“Seonghwa,” Yunho breathed out, bringing Seonghwa’s attention back to him, that unreadable expression still on the other man’s face.
“Yeah?” Seonghwa questioned, almost as if he was in a daze trying to understand what Yunho was thinking. Would this be the moment that Seonghwa’s best friend became a stranger to him? Seonghwa’s favorite book that was suddenly written in a language he didn’t understand?
“Where do we stand?” Yunho’s question came as a surprise to Seonghwa; he had been so worried that after this conversation, his friendship with Yunho would have been ruined. As it turns out, he had the same worry right now, not wanting Seonghwa to suddenly vanish from his life. Yunho had promised Seonghwa love, and comfort, and happiness in a moment he was most vulnerable when what he needed the most was his friendship, and he hated himself for it. It felt like nothing less than taking advantage of him.
“Yunho, you’ll always be my best friend,” he said softly, squeezing Yunho’s hand as he held it. After all of the fights they have had over the span of their friendship, and everything they had been through, Seonghwa knew that they could get through anything together, “I just need a little space.”
Letting go of Yunho’s hand, Seonghwa took Yunho’s sweater from off of his shoulders and handed it back to Yunho, but he had pushed it back. “Keep it, I know it’s your favorite sweater.” Seonghwa shook his head, pushing it back his way despite being grateful for the offer.
“Thank you, but I really just need to be able to clear my head and having this is not going to help,” Seonghwa knew himself well enough to know that he would be wearing this around his apartment just for emotional comfort. Pursing his lips, Yunho had accepted it back, keeping it folded up in his lap as his gaze returned back to the storefront across the street. There was nothing special about that storefront, but if he looked at Seonghwa right now, he might start tearing up.
He was already feeling like he wasn’t enough for Seonghwa, he didn’t want the other to see him as weak, too.
“So I guess that’s it then? Unless there was anything else?” He questioned, still not looking at Seonghwa, who had begun chewing on the inside of his cheek to the point where it felt raw, wishing things had never gotten to this point.
“I guess,” Seonghwa’s voice came out weak, just barely above a whisper as his eyes were trained on Yunho.
“Okay, then. Get home safe,” Though Seonghwa had been looking at him, his eyes didn’t follow Yunho as he got out of his seat, or even when he re-wrapped the sweater around Seonghwa’s shoulders before leaving the cafe. Grabbing both sides of the sweater, he pulled it more tightly around himself, shutting his eyes tightly to try and hold back the tears while hoping he hadn’t just lost his best friend for good.
The sweater may have protected him from the cold, but it most certainly did not protect him from the emptiness.
| wooyoungie [5:07pm] | | Seonghwa-ssi, come out tonight | | wooyoungie [5:08pm] | | we miss u | | Seonghwa [5:23pm] | | who is ‘we’?
Seonghwa hadn’t intended it, but over the last month he had become extremely introverted, even from his friends. After the last conversation he had with Yunho, Seonghwa really tried to focus on himself, and healing, but something just wasn’t clicking. Nothing made him happy anymore. His appetite wasn’t even present, and Seonghwa found himself in a seemingly endless cycle of work and sleep. Now it was the weekend as he lounged around his living room in comfy clothes and the sweater Yunho had left him with. It didn’t even smell like him anymore, so it had begun to lose its comforting touch.
Yunho had made efforts to reach out to Seonghwa since then, however sparse, likely because Seonghwa had told him what he needed was space. Yunho would send him text messages that he hoped he was doing okay, and that he missed him. Or he would send memes that would make Seonghwa laugh, but then make him cry to the point where he wondered why he was even ignoring him at this point. Perhaps he knew it would hurt to be at Yunho’s side knowing he couldn’t be with Yunho the way that he wanted Seonghwa to be.
In all honesty, Yunho didn’t just miss Seonghwa, but his friendship. He would have been more than happy to be able to just spend the day on his couch watching b-rated horror movies and eating all of the food in his kitchen. However, Seonghwa still got it in his head that there was no way to be with Yunho without being with Yunho.
Maybe that should have been his first hint.
| wooyoungie [5:24pm] | | me and mingi | | wooyoungie [5:24pm] | | shooting pool at the bar | | wooyoungie [5:25pm] | | you better show up >:(
Seonghwa thought about it, heavily leaning towards not going. In fact, he sat further back on his couch and flipped through Netflix to find a movie to take his mind off of how he was feeling. As he flipped through everything that was available, all Seonghwa could think about were the endless shows and movies he’d either seen with his ex or Yunho, and it wasn’t helping ease this gutless feeling he had in the pit of his stomach.
God, Seonghwa would do anything to escape this feeling, right now. So after a shower, and pulling on a simple outfit, Seonghwa slipped back into Yunho’s sweater, which at this point, he’d wondered if it was truly Yunho anymore or if Seonghwa had acquired it permanently. Somehow, the latter seemed to connote that he wouldn’t see Yunho again, and that their friendship couldn’t be repaired, so he liked the idea that this was still Yunho’s sweatshirt much more. Seonghwa opted on walking to the bar, which really wasn’t too far from his apartment - plus, it was nice to get out of that small stuffy place and get some air. After some time, Seonghwa walked into the bar, which had been more packed than it usually was on a Saturday night. It took him a few moments to spot Mingi and Wooyoung tucked away in a booth, and Seonghwa decided to stop by and see them before going up to the bar and literally compete in a WWE wrestling match just to get a drink. “Seonghwa! You came!” Wooyoung leaped out of the booth the moment he saw Seonghwa, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, tightly holding Seonghwa into his chest. His voice dropped lower as he spoke softly into his ear, “I’m so sorry, I had no idea Mingi would invite him.”
“Huh?” Placing his hands on Wooyoung’s chest, Seonghwa gently put some space between them as he looked at him and turned around to follow his gaze. Yunho stood there, two pints of beer occupying both of his hands as he stared at Seonghwa as if he were a deer caught in headlights. Yunho studied his face for a moment before they trailed down to the sweater Seonghwa was wearing. Seonghwa had absolutely no idea how fast it made Yunho’s heart beat, or how much he wanted to just fold Seonghwa into his arms and never let him go.
Seonghwa had tried not to think about it, but not seeing Seonghwa, or hearing from him for the past month has taken a huge toll on Yunho as well.
Wooyoung placed his hands on both his shoulders from behind him and leaned into his ear, the only proof that time wasn’t frozen, “Why don’t you go talk to him? It didn’t work out, so what? You guys have been friends for years.”
“It’s not that simple,” Seonghwa mumbled, wishing he could explain why it wasn’t simple. He was still trying to figure it out on his own as it was.
“Yeah,” Wooyoung said, a slightly irritated tone unlying his voice, “Because anything that has any value is simple, Seonghwa.” He let out a sigh before walking over to Yunho and grabbing one of the pints from his hand. “Come on,” now Mingi’s voice was behind Seonghwa as he slung an arm over his shoulder, “Let’s go get you a drink. And, uh, sorry if inviting him made things awkward. Wooyoung made it sound like you probably wouldn’t come.” Mingi started guiding Seonghwa towards the bar, and he hoped that Mingi’s slightly larger frame would make it easier to get a drink.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, he’s your friend, too. I’m not going to ask you guys to choose sides,” Seonghwa explained, using the term for lack of a better phrase.
“But…does it have to be like that? Two different sides?” Mingi questioned, helping Seonghwa slither through the bodies piled up at the bar and getting them both immediate access to it.
“I’m just trying to sort my feelings out without hurting him more than I have,” Seonghwa explained. In his mind, he was truly doing the better thing by keeping him at an arm’s distance while he figured himself out. He just hadn’t expected it to take this long.
“I understand that, but what you’re doing to him now is hurting him,” Mingi objected, holding his hand up for the bartender in order to catch his attention. This wasn’t anything Wooyoung hadn’t already explained to Seonghwa, but Seonghwa just didn’t seem to grasp onto that fact. “You know he is more than willing to put his feelings aside to be there as your best friend.”
Of course he is, Seonghwa thought. According to him, that’s what he’s been doing since both of them were teenagers.
“I know,” Seonghwa said simply, not sure he wanted to continue having this conversation. After all, this was supposed to be a fun night out with his friends. But damn, if he didn’t miss his best friend.
Seonghwa ended up getting a couple of bottles of Soju for the table, walking back with Mingi as he explained how school had been going for him. He’d just taken his Nursing Entrance exam, and was waiting on his results, and Seonghwa let him know that he was sure Mingi would get accepted into his Program of choice.
Once Seonghwa and Mingi got back to the booth, it had just been Yunho sitting there, and he looked around to find Wooyoung at one of the pool tables, flirting with a small group of women as he held two pool sticks in his hand. Taking a second to look over in his direction, Seonghwa saw Wooyoung raise an eyebrow towards Mingi before gesturing towards the pool table. Seonghwa looked back up at Mingi with his lips slightly parted, suddenly frantic that he’d be left here alone with the one man he’s been trying to avoid.
“Mingi,” Seonghwa whisper-yelled to his friend who was totally betraying him at the moment.
“You’ll be fine, Seonghwa,” Mingi assured Seonghwa with a smile, “Just talk to him.” Picking up his half-empty drink from the table, he clanked it against one of his unopened Soju bottles and walked off towards where Wooyoung was, leaving Seonghwa here alone with his estranged best friend. Without meeting Yunho’s eyes, Seonghwa slipped into the booth across from him, awkwardly placing his bottles on the table and opening one. Not bothering with pouring it, he drank it straight from the bottle.
“Seonghwa, you’re going to make yourself sick,” Yunho protested immediately, reaching across the table to grab Seonghwa’s drink from his hand, and softly place it down on the table in front of him. “You don’t have to do that just because I’m here.”
Yunho was truly too good for Seonghwa.
“Don’t,” Seonghwa snapped, though his voice was soft. Yunho swallowed before retracting his hand, looking at Seonghwa with sad eyes. Seonghwa immediately wanted to reach out to him and hold onto his hand, and apologize to him for being bitchy, but Seonghwa had felt so overwhelmed by suddenly having to face Yunho that it was hard for him to take control of his words.
Yunho swallowed thickly in response, not sure what to say as he looked at Seonghwa with wide eyes. Seonghwa had never talked to him in that way before, even through all the fights you’ve had together, this sounded…bitter. As if Seonghwa wanted nothing to do with him. Yunho could handle a lot, but he didn’t think he could handle that.
Despite his love for Seonghwa, that didn’t mean Yunho would let Seonghwa talk to him out of spite, knowing that all he’s done is try to be there for him. Maybe it was because he was still trying to recover from his own broken heart, but that tone Seonghwa had used on him had not only struck a nerve, but it crossed a boundary. “Fine, Seonghwa,” Yunho said, his jaw clenching, “I’m done. I’m so done with this.” He didn’t say anything else as he got up from the table, leaving his barely touched drink on the table as he made a hasty exit. As Seonghwa watched him leave, his eyes drifted over to Wooyoung and Mingi, they looked over at him with disappointment. Turning in his seat, his head fell into his hands - how did he fuck this night up so bad? “What happened?” Wooyoung asked, the leather of the booth across from Seonghwa groaning as he sat in it. Seonghwa looked up at him, tears threatening to spill over as he did.
“I think coming out was a bad idea,” Seonghwa sniffled, and Wooyoung reached across the table to hold onto his hand. “I don’t know why I’m reacting this way Woo. It’s like I’m empty and angry all the time.” Using the sleeve of Yunho’s sweater, Seonghwa wiped away his tears as friend gives him a sad frown. “I’m sorry for ruining tonight.”
“You didn’t ruin anything,” Wooyoung reassured while resting his elbow on the table. “You could always stay and have fun, but if you think that really shook you up, maybe going home and getting some rest may be better.” Seonghwa’s friend felt guilty for how things had played out tonight after he’d been the one to invite him, and even worse, Wooyoung didn’t know the answers to his problems right now.
Seonghwa had to agree with him, wanting to just go home and curl up into a ball, and cry his eyes out.
“Y-yeah, I think I’ll go home and maybe we can try again next week?” Seonghwa suggested feebly, at this point not sure why his friends would want to hang out with him anyways.
“Of course,” Wooyoung gave Seonghwa a bright smile, that helped a little to reassure him that he wasn't the absolute worst, “I’ll book you an uber, okay? I don’t want you walking home alone this late.” “I can take you home,” Seonghwa knew the voice that offered instantly, before he even looked up, and it caused goosebumps to run up his back and down his arms. The effect had been so strong that Seonghwa could even feel pressure building behind his ears, and given his already emotional state, he had to bite back tears.
“I can book the uber,” Wooyoung repeated, his eyes not leaving Seonghwa’s. Seonghwa held his gaze for a moment before looking up at Hongjoong and giving him a weak smile; this had been the first time that Seonghwa had seen him since he’d broken up with him. Since then, he hadn’t answered his texts, his calls, or even his door, and Seonghwa wasn't crazy enough to try and follow him around.
“What are you doing here?” Seonghwa questioned, wondering why Hongjoong was at the bar he knew Seonghwa frequented with his friends. When Seonghwa came in, he definitely hadn’t seen him, and unless he had been tucked away in a corner or something, Seonghwa had doubted that Hongjoong had been here first. Seonghwa hated how he wondered if the other man was here with anybody else, how he wondered if he had already moved on from Seonghwa when he was still struggling to do so.
Hongjoong’s eyes flickered over to Wooyoung before returning to Seonghwa, almost in an uncomfortable way, before his hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck. “I was looking for you. You weren’t home or answering my calls, so I figured you might be here or at Yunho’s,” he explained, and he didn’’t know which feeling was more overpowering; the shock of Hongjoong coming to look for him after a month of radio silence, or how Yunho’s name felt like he was getting punched in the chest.
Somehow, it was the latter that affected Seonghwa the most.
Looking down, Seonghwa turned his phone over so that the screen was facing up, and there they were: missed call after missed call, sprinkled with texts, all from Hongjoong. But what had caught his attention immediately was a missed call from Yunho, placed just a couple of minutes ago, along with a new voicemail.
Seonghwa hadn’t processed it at the moment, but that meant Yunho had called him after he left.
All Seonghwa could think about was what could be in that voicemail.
“Seonghwa?” Hongjoong said, and Seonghwa looked at him, a quizzical look on his face as he looked up at Hongjoong with wide eyes and parted lips. Seonghwa hadn’t realized it at that moment, but as he looked up at him, he didn’t feel those butterflies he had gotten around him for all of those years. Still slightly in shock of what was happening, he’d mistaken that feeling for excitement.
“Yeah?” Seonghwa questioned aloud.
“Can I walk you home?” He asked again, his eyes staring straight into his, and somehow Seonghwa knew Wooyoung was looking at him with concern. Seonghwa knew that perhaps this wasn’t the best idea - what Hongjoong had done felt unforgivable and tonight he had sought Seonghwa out, so he knew there was some intention there. Maybe, just maybe, he had come to offer an explanation, which is what Seonghwa wanted more than anything.
It had been immensely hard for Seonghwa to process this whole ordeal without even knowing why Hongjoong had broken up with him in the first place.
“Sure,” Seonghwa said, nodding slowly.
Wooyoung had reached across the table, placing a hand on his shoulder, finally capturing his attention. “Text me when you get home. Please.” Wooyoung was an honorary member, if not the president of the ‘I don’t like Hongjoong’ club, if that hadn’t been obvious enough.
“I promise,” Seonghwa gave him a small smile as he placed his hand over Wooyoung’s, giving it a soft squeeze. “I’ll be going straight home, Woo,” Seonghwa said before looking back up at Hongjoong with a pointed expression.
“Straight home,” Hongjoong promised.
With a final goodbye to Wooyoung and Mingi, Seonghwa followed Hongjoong out of the bar, heading in the direction of his home. Although they’d been walking quite close together, arms bumping into each other, Seonghwa couldn’t get his mind off of the voicemail.
But before Seonghwa could face that, he had to face this.
“So…” Seonghwa started, breaking up the awkward silence that lingered between the both of them, “Is this the part where I get an explanation, or is this the part where you ask me to forget that the past month happened?” Seonghwa couldn’t help but wonder aloud. He didn’t want to beat around the bush or exchange casualties, he just wanted to get this conversation over with.
“Would I be the worst person in the world if I asked for the second option?” Hongjoong questioned quietly, as if he knew that was the wrong answer. Seonghwa stopped abruptly to look over at him, and he quickly mirrored his actions, earning a scoff from Seonghwa before he walked away. He was fast, capturing his wrist in his hand and pulling Seonghwa over to him. Seonghwa stopped just short of his chest and looked at him.
“We were talking about taking huge steps, Joong, and one day you just disappeared from my life!” Seonghwa countered, as if it were obvious that he couldn’t just forgive and forget.
“I know!” He shot back instantly, “You wanted to move in together and I got cold feet!”
Seonghwa pursed his lips together at his answer, most definitely catching on to his wording.
“Oh, I see. It was just me, then,” Seonghwa let out a laugh void of humor as he turned back around and began walking back home. He was done with this conversation, there was nothing further for him here.
“That’s not what I meant!” Hongjoong called out, running after him.
“But that’s what you meant,” Seonghwa huffed, his footsteps not faltering as he stormed off just out of his reach.
“Well at the time, yes! You kept bringing it up and honestly, no, I didn’t think I was ready,” he further tried to explain himself, his breathing becoming heavier as he tried to keep up with Seonghwa. “But after this past month, I realized that it’s exactly what I want. I need you, Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa stopped dead in his tracks before he whipped around, seething with anger.
“It took you a month to realize you wanted to be with me, Hongjoong, and that’s where we are different because it took me a whole month to realize I don’t want you,” Seonghwa hissed, his hands clenching up in fists.
Then Seonghwa’s eyes grew wide and his fingers became slack as the realization hit him like a brick wall, his stomach falling and slamming against the ground as if it were dead weight.
“You what?” Hongjoong’s voice was barely audible, his eyebrows cinching together as he looked at Seonghwa with a painful expression. “You said you loved me.”
“You said it, too,” Seonghwa reminded him, “and then you broke up with me through a text.”
“I was wrong,” Hongjoong’s voice didn’t get louder. He didn’t argue back. The softness of his tone had almost broken Seonghwa, in fact, yet something else weighed much heavier on his mind.
“And now you are late,” Seonghwa responded, his tone matching Hongjoong’s. “Let’s end this for good and stop seeing each other.” Seonghwa wasn't suggesting this of him, he was telling him that he was done.
“And if I say I’m not ready to let you go?” Hongjoong reached out for Seonghwa, but Seonghwa took a step back and shook his head. He had cried enough tears over this man. Above all else, he destroyed the safety he felt with him. Even the loneliness would be better than the uncertainty he’d end up feeling with Hongjoong.
“Please, Hongjoong…” Seonghwa kept taking steps backwards, distancing himself from the other man, “Please just let me go.” Seonghwa took a few more steps, creating even more distance, and when he was sure that Hongjoong wasn’t going to follow after him, Seonghwa turned around and continued walking to his apartment. Fleeting thoughts coursed through him, and his mind ended up on that voicemail again.
Not knowing the contents of it had Seonghwa nervous to listen, but the longer he held off, the more it would eat at him. Not being one for long, quiet walks, he had opted to listen to it on the rest of his walk home. He was almost there, anyways, the building not too far in the distance.
With a shaky breath, Seonghwa pressed play, and put it to his ear.
“Seonghwa,” Yunho started off. His voice was deep, but Seonghwa could also tell it was uncertain, probably unsure of himself for calling, or unsure of what to say. “What can I say, Seonghwa? I guess tonight I’m not as strong as I usually try to be. I don’t ever want you to see the weaker parts of me, so I’m sorry.”
Seonghwa took in a deep breath, his lips quivering and his chin scrunching up as he did so, but he exhaled the need to cry.
Just a few more steps to the stairs leading up to his apartment. He could make it. “I know you need your space, and I will wait for you as long as I need to, and in whatever way is best for you - whether it’s as friends, or something more -”
Seonghwa got to the top of his stairs to see a long frame leaning against his front door, his forehead leaning against the navy blue metal, sure that it was cool to his touch. Just as Seonghwa reached the second floor, the other looked over at him. “I love you.”
Seonghwa’s world seemed to pause at that moment. The Earth no longer spun on its axis, the wind had frozen in the air, and all of the noise stopped. It all melted away, and the only thing left was Yunho as he hesitantly stood in front of Seonghwa, slowly approaching him as Seonghwa lowered his phone from his ear.
“I love you, too.”
“Seonghwa?” Yunho questioned, a confused look on his face as if he hadn’t heard Seonghwa. His stupid lip began to quiver again, and this time Seonghwa didn’t think he’d be able to stop it as tears started slipping down his cheeks. “Oh, Seonghwa,” his tone shifted as he closed the distance between him, using his thumbs to wipe away his tears before enveloping Seonghwa in his arms and holding him close to his chest, his hand on the back of his head as the other one wrapped around his shoulders tightly.
Yunho invaded every single one of his senses; his beautiful face that always looked towards Seonghwa with a long-standing love; the warmth of his touch that corresponded well with the softness of his clothes, almost as if him wearing them was the reason they felt so soft; the gentleness of his voice that had been subtly deep; his signature scent, a beautiful mixture of vanilla orchids and christmas pine.
The only thing that was missing was taste.
Reaching up, Seonghwa wrapped his arms around Yunho’s shoulders, locking them behind his neck to help him get close enough to reach the taller man’s lips. Not that it was necessary; the moment Yunho understood what Seonghwa was doing, he craned his neck down to take his lips with his. This kiss…it was soft, yet needy, very much like an apology. It didn’t last long until they were both slowly pulling away, his eyes locking with his, that unreadable expression clouding them. How had Seonghwa not known before that the look Yunho gave him was one of a man hopelessly in love?
“Seonghwa?” He asked again. Even though he’d only said his name, the question was quite clear.
“I love you,” Seonghwa repeated more boldly, loud enough for him to hear it. “When I think about my past, it’s hard to think of a time where I haven’t loved you, and when I think of my future, it’s hard to think of a time where I’m not by your side.”
Seonghwa truly left Yunho speechless by this confession, and although he tried to speak, he just stood there as he looked down at Seonghwa, lips parted as words formed in his head but not quite in his throat.
“I want everything with you, Yunho,” Seonghwa finally declared, making it clear that this love had reached far beyond friendship for him as well.
Yunho’s mouth shut once he figured out a better way to express his feelings other than words. The hand he held behind his head moved to cup his jaw as he leaned down to take his lips into another kiss, this time one that was much more deep. Seonghwa lengthened his body against Yunho once again, helping to deepen the kiss as his tongue swiped along the bottom of his lip, wanting access to the rest of his mouth. The moment Yunho’s lips parted, his tongue was there, ready to invade.
His other hand slid down to his lower back, pressing Seonghwa closer to him in a kiss that had Seonghwa unsure of whether it had lasted five seconds, or five minutes. “Baby,” Yunho whispered down towards him as he pulled away from the kiss with a soft pluck. “Hmm?” Seonghwa questioned as he chased Yunho’s lips with his, eyes half-lidded.
“Unlock your door,” Yunho smirked, reeling his head back and successfully preventing Seonghwa from capturing his lips.
“But…” Seonghwa whined, completely in a trance from the way Yunho had just kissed him. He leaned down close to his ear, placing a kiss next to his lobe, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words from you,” he nuzzled his face next to Seonghwa’s, causing a smile to crawl onto his face, “I want to celebrate by making love to you.”
Suddenly, Seonghwa could hear his heartbeat in his ears again, but that didn’t stop his hand from reaching into his pocket and pulling out his house keys. As if he knew the effect his words had on Seonghwa, Yunho reached down to grab the keys from his hand, which he had taken hold of with his free hand, leading Seonghwa over to his front door and unlocking it. The way he managed to do everything in life so casually yet graceful had always been something Seonghwa found attractive about Yunho, but now that feeling had amplified.
And, fuck, was this the most nervous Seonghwa had ever been walking into his own home.
Knowing what waited for him once the door closed behind him: it made his heart accelerate, and his hands gripped at the ends of his sweater. When Seonghwa and Yunho had started dating the first time, you both had taken it so slow that you never did anything more than kiss. So here Seonghwa was, with his childhood best friend, with the man that he was in love with.
And he wanted to make love to Seonghwa.
Yunho made sure to lock the front door once they were both inside, and place both sets of keys down at the entryway key bowl before taking his shoes off and looking down at Seonghwa, now placing his wallet on the table. “Are you okay, sunshine?” he questioned, searching Seonghwa’s eyes, looking for any signs of uncertainty or hesitation. Although his nerves could probably pass his, if not exceed them, he would never want Seonghwa to regret this moment with him, or feel like this was something that he was obligated to do.
As Yunho searched Seonghwa’s eyes, he couldn’t help but allow his eyes to travel down to his lips, noticing how plump and swollen they were from their kiss.
“Nervous,” Seonghwa answered him truthfully, not feeling the need to hide it. Yunho wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him into his chest as he placed his chin on the crown of his head.
“Me, too,” he admitted softly. As Seonghwa breathed him in, it worked wonders to calm his nerves, and he once again found breathing to come a little more naturally. When his body shifted, Seonghwa looked up at him before Yunho bent down, hooking an arm underneath his knees to easily lift him up bridal style and look back down at Seonghwa so he could place a kiss on his forehead. “Come on.”
Carrying Seonghwa through the halls of his apartment, Yunho took Seonghwa back to his bedroom, a place he’d hung out with him many times before but never in this context. Something about crossing over that bridge from friends to something more had started becoming more exciting for Seonghwa, and he found himself tightly wrapping his arms around Yunho’s shoulders as Seonghwa placed feather-light kisses into his skin. Specifically, he concentrated them around that vein he always noticed protruding from the base of his neck, gently nipping at his skin here and there.
Yunho had always been pretty stoic in nature, even now, so Seonghwa had no idea of the effect he was having on him; how his heart was doing flips, how goosebumps raised all over his skin, or how his cock twitched against his pants that were gradually becoming tighter.
When he placed Seonghwa down on the bed, he did so carefully, before leaning down next to the bed as he trailed his hands down his legs and towards his feet, slipping off his shoes and placing them down next to the bed. With his palms, he re-traced his hands back up to his hips, placing his hands down on either side of Seonghwa before leaning over his body and taking a moment to admire his features.
God, he was in love with Seonghwa’s eyes.
It was the first thing about him that Yunho had fallen in love with.
Leaning down, he captured his lips as one hand slid up his side, his hand slipping under the shoulder of the sweater and sliding it down his arm so he could slip his hand out of the sleeve. After shifting his weight to the other side, he repeated on his other arm, and discarded the sweater to the side. He reached behind his waist, picking him up off of the bed and sliding him up further, giving him enough room to slide in between his legs. He settled himself there and reached down to undo his button and zipper, the tip of his tongue poking out in the corner of his mouth as if he were deep in thought.
The moment his zipper had been undone, Seonghwa reached for Yunho’s arms, pulling him down towards him so that he was flush against his body, Seonghwa attacked his lips as he began to feel aggressively more needy for him. Yunho, on the other hand, seemed to handle Seonghwa as if he were glass. It was a nice sentiment, knowing he wanted to be kind and gentle to Seonghwa, especially during his first time with each other, but Seonghwa wanted it wet, sloppy, and hot. “Yunho,” Seonghwa breathed out, separating his lips for what felt like the millionth time. Yunho’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at Seonghwa. “What’s wrong, pretty?” he questioned, a little worry in his tone. Reaching up, Seonghwa wrapped onto his shoulders and smiled warmly. “Don’t be gentle,” Seonghwa said, his voice soft, “I promise you won’t break me.”
Yunho took a moment to search his eyes, wanting to be sure. ‘Don’t be gentle’ hadn’t been very specific, leaving him a lot of room to do the wrong thing. But as he looked into his eyes, he realized that he couldn’t say no to Seonghwa. His hands continued to fondle Seonghwa, his breathing becoming heavier as his fingers slid up his sides, underneath his shirt so he could slip it off of him and discard it in some random direction.
He began to place wet sloppy kisses down Seonghwa’s neck, his tongue brushing against his sensitive skin, all the way to his collarbone. With a grin, he blew on the damp skin as he took one of Seonghwa’s nipples in between his thumb and pointer finger. Seonghwa let out a soft moan, his chest pushing upwards as he arched his back, earning Yunho’s limps clamping down on his collarbone as Yunho continued to roll his nub around between his fingers.
Despite how lovely this was, Seonghwa couldn’t help but feel like Yunho was being extra gentle with him, and Seonghwa opened his mouth to protest. “Yunho, I-” before Seonghwa could get out his complete sentence, his mouth had been stuffed with two fingers flat against his tongue and pushing back towards his throat, stopping him mid-sentence. Instinctively, his mouth closed around his fingers, allowing his spit to coat them as Seonghwa rolled his tongue around and in between. The mixture of Yunho’s digits in his mouth and his tongue rolling around his nipple shot electric pulses towards his core that had his thighs clamping shut.
Almost as if Yunho was reading every word Seonghwa’s body was telling him, his fingers slipped from his mouth and into the waistband of his pants - but not his underwear. The palm of his large hand began rubbing towards the quickly hardening mound between Seonghwa’s thighs, changing his tempo over and over again before finally slipping his hand into the waistband of Seonhgwa’s briefs and wrapping around the tip of his cock as his thumb brushed against his slit, spreading around the pre-cum that had been absolutely leaking from him. “Oh, Seonghwa, is this how badly you want me?” Yunho questioned as he began lowering himself between Seonghwa’s thighs.
Reaching down, he grabbed the waistband of Seonghwa’s pants, as well as his briefs, sliding them off of Seonghwa’s legs and tossing them to the floor before lowering himself down to Seonghwa’s painfully hard erection, which was now laying flat against his lower stomach. Yunho cupped his balls in his hands as he lay his tongue flat against the base of his cock, licking a slow strip up to the tip before taking it in his mouth. He ran his tongue in circles around it before sliding the tip of his tongue through the slit, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked. His free hand came up and wrapped around his dick. As he started slowly bobbing his head on his length, his hand shafted him at the same speed. His tempo would change; speeding up and then slowing down in a calculated manner.
It drove Seonghwa absolutely insane, one second he was chasing his high, the other, he had completely lost it, just to get it back again. Yunho worked him up enough so that by the time Yunho had sucked one of his balls into his mouth, it had caused Seonghwa to jump, a loud moan escaping before he attacked it with his tongue. As Seonghwa’s legs began trembling, Yunho placed his palms flat against the back of his thighs, pushing them up to keep them out of the way as his tongue traveled down lower to Seonghwa’s ringed muscle.
Seonghwa’s hips bucked as his hand reached down, lacing into Yunho’s locks while whimpering out his name, receiving a laugh of endearment from Yunho. Yunho sat up, his eyes locking with Seonghwa’s as he began to prod at his entrance with the tips of his fingers. “Oh baby,” he smiled widely, “even your asshole’s pretty.” Yunho grinned as he disappeared into Seonghwa’s center again, the tip of his tongue at his entrance as he slit it around in wet, sloppy circles, leaving his saliva pooling around the hole as he reached around and began pumping the tip of Seonghwa’s cock, twisting his wrist as he did so.
As Yunho started pressing his tongue flat against the muscle and moving his head around, Seonghwa’s hand weaved into Yunho’s hair again, the sting for gripping it causing Yunho’s cock to twitch. By now, his pants had become uncomfortably tight, and he was absolutely throbbing just from the thought of being inside of Seonghwa. Seonghwa’s moans, meanwhile, started becoming much more wanton, his free hand now fisting the sheets below him. With just his tongue and his hand, Yunho was causing him to become completely undone.
“Fuck, Yunho, please…” Seonghwa mewled, his back arching as Yunho placed a soft kiss on the skin just above his entrance, and slipping two fingers inside of him. Raising his head up, Yunho looked at Seonghwa with a raised brow.
“Baby?” he questioned with innocence, a humorous glint in his eyes as he watched the way Seonghwa’s lips parted, and the skin in between his eyebrows wrinkled up from pleasure as Yunho hooked his fingers up, and started massaging stars into his sweet spot. This caused Seonghwa to buck his hips again, his orgasm not too far out of sight. “Tell me what you want, pretty.”
The way he called Seonghwa that once again had him teetering on the edge.
“Please, I want to feel you inside of me,” Seonghwa’s hand reached down to grab onto Yunho’s wrist, practically desperate as his insides clenched around his fingers with need. They weren’t enough.
“You will,” he promised, “I just need to make sure I fit.” It was hot how he said that without sounding smug, and more importantly, how big was it exactly? His lips returned to Seonghwa’s balls as he began to pump his fingers in and out, still pointing them upwards so they hit Seonghwa’s spot with every thrust, every once in a while stalling his thrusts to scissor them, then returning to the former.
All the while, Seonghwa was yelling out explicits, biting down on the nearest pillow he could get his hands on as Yunho told him how amazing he tasted and how he was his favorite flavor. Just like that, Seonghwa was about to climax, and he pushed Yunho’s hand away and covered his own tip, pressing his thumb against the slit as he placed his foot on Yunho’s chest to push him back. “I don’t want to cum unless it’s with your cock inside of me,” he explained as he sat up. Even then, he wanted to savor that, too, so he needed a moment to calm down. “Let me taste you, Yunho.”
Crawling up and over Seonghwa, Yunho leaned down to press their lips together, allowing Seonghwa to taste himself on Yunho’s tongue. With the way his body shifted, Seonghwa could tell he’d reached down to undo his pants, and broke the kiss so he could get rid of them, his shirt as well. By the time Yunho leaned down to place another kiss against Seonghwa’s lips, they were both completely naked.
Finally.Standing up, just off the side of the bed, he turned towards Seonghwa, holding his cock in his hands. Seonghwa’s eyes widened as he looked at it, almost thinking to himself that it won’t fit. Yunho was a big man, after all, tall and with large hands, but he never would have guessed Yunho was that big. Swallowing thickly, he slid down the bed until his knees were on the floor, kneeling in front of Yunho as if he were in a place of worship.
Grabbing the base of his own cock, Yunho looked down at Seonghwa expectantly. “Well?” He wondered aloud, and Seonghwa wasn’t sure what the question was aimed towards; was he asking if he was big enough? Was he waiting for him to start? Seonghwa didn’t bother using words to answer, and instead leaned forward to place a small kiss on the side of his head before grabbing the base, replacing Yunho’s hand, and using his tongue to collect the pre-cum that was already spread around, causing this tip of his cock to appear shiny. Seonghwa moaned at how sweet Yunho had tasted, tilting his head back to look up at Yunho as he flattened out his tongue, taking Yunho’s entire cock in his mouth until his lips were barely able to meet the end. He gagged silently, tears beginning to peak from the outer corners of his eyes as he struggled to swallow around him. After focusing on breathing through his nose, he had finally managed. Tightening his lips around Yunho’s shaft, he slowly retracted his head before repeating this entire process a few times, covering him in saliva before moving his hand to cup Yunho’s balls, which felt tight to the touch.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to put this inside of you,” Yunho regained control of his dick, grabbing it as he slapped it a couple of times against Seonghwa’s outstretched tongue, his other hand coming up to brush Seonghwa’s ebony locks out of his face and caressing his jaw. “So perfect. I don’t think I’ll last if you keep doing this.” Seonghwa had gotten the hint, and climbed back onto the bed before Yunho crawled back in between his legs.
Yunho grabbed himself at the base of his cock, rubbing his head in between Seonghwa’s cheeks and spreading more of the pre-cum that leaked from his slit around as he felt the other’s eyes on his, Seonghwa’s large brown orbs peering up at him. A large smile bloomed on Yunho’s face as he resumed sliding his head around, pressing it against Seonghwa’s entrance, thrusting towards it a couple of times before slowly pushing it in. He grinned as he slowly slipped his head into Seonghwa’s entrance before pulling it out, earning a gasp from the both of them, just to press it back in again. This time a little farther. Seonghwa had no idea how close Yunho already was to cumming.
“Oh, fuck, Seonghwa. I had no idea you were this tight,” Yunho groaned, now burying his face into Seonghwa’s neck. “I barely even fit,” he mentioned, emphasizing his words as he pressed into him all the way, earning a long, drawn out moan from the both of them. Seonghwa could tell that Yunho was right - he filled up his channel so perfectly that Seonghwa was sure if he was any bigger, he wouldn’t have fit. The idea caused him to clench around Yunho’s cock, and now this time Yunho was the one moaning; he could feel every movement of Seonghwa’s inner walls and it made him absolutely fucking feral. He sat up, his hands placed on the back of Seonghwa’s thighs to keep his legs wide open and began thrusting into Seonghwa relentlessly, not able to take his eyes off of the way he filled him up over and over again. He didn’t waste any of his length, pulling out nearly to the head of his dick before pushing back in, as if he were confidently sheathing a sword.
This had been something he thought about a lot; just about every time he jerked off was to the thought of being balls deep inside of Seonghwa. So when he finally had this chance…he wasn’t sure how long he would last. “Fuck baby, I need you to cum for me,” he pleaded, though his thrusts did not slow down. He was chasing his high, and he wanted Seonghwa to chase his as well.
Collecting both of Seonghwa’s ankles, Yunho placed them on one shoulder, causing his thighs to squeeze together as he wrapped an arm around them. With his free hand, he reached down and slapped Seonghwa’s ass, causing a stinging pain that turned into something hypersensitive as he began rubbing the area. “Fuck, Yunho,” he hissed out, his back arching once again. Seonghwa’s legs were starting to tremble, and although he was chasing his climax, it still hadn’t come. “Are you going to be a good boy and cum for me?” Yunho growled, his fingers squeezing into the meat of Seonghwa’s thighs, his thrusts becoming long and slow as he tried to prevent himself from releasing before Seonghwa was able to.
“Baby, I’m trying,” Seonghwa moaned, clenching around his cock forcefully. Just then, Yunho’s hand came down to strike him again in the same spot on his ass, followed by his gentle caress, and the sequence of actions had Seonghwa drooling at the mouth. Seonghwa could feel his essence dripping from the tip of his cock, his balls tightening up in an uncomfortable way. Desperate to cum, Seonghwa’s hand slid down to his core, his palm barely pressing into the head of his cock before he felt his wrist captured in Yunho’s large hand, and he was flipping Seonghwa over onto his stomach with his wrist now against his lower back. Just a moment later, both of Seonghwa’s wrists were in Yunho’s hand as he positioned himself to press back into Seonghwa’s entrance.
This was Yunho’s time to be selfish. After all of these years of pining over him, the only way Seonghwa would cum tonight was solely by Yunho.
And, god, Seonghwa? Seonghwa was better than anything Yunho could have ever imagined.
Leaning forward, he reached an arm around Seonghwa’s thigh, leaning over as he maintained his grasp on Seonghwa’s wrists. It caused a little bit of a strain on his shoulders, but nothing he couldn’t happily handle just to be in this moment. “Was this what you wanted?” Yunho asked as his fingers wrapped around Seonghwa’s cock, quickly stroking him from head to base, his wrist twisting again as he did so.
The feeling that previously had pooled at Seonghwa’s core had returned, this time at a lightning speed that had him seeing stars that blurred his vision and had loud, aggressive moans escaping his chest before he could even tell Yunho he was about to cum. It was as if Yunho knew the moment Seonghwa’s hips started twitching, and Seonghwa’s cum began to sputter from his cock, covering nearly all of the space underneath him as his walls continued clenching around him as if he was trying to milk him. And Yunho obliged, spilling hot cum deep into Seonghwa’s hole as he groaned out his name. Yunho had ridden the both of them through their orgasms, having him breathing heavily as sweat collected at the ends of his hair. He hadn’t pulled out of Seonghwa yet, but he could already feel the warm liquid dripping down his inner thigh. “Holy shit,” Seonghwa gasped, his face still pressed into his sheets as Yunho gently rubbed at his hips, looking down and admiring his body. “Hmm,” Yunho hummed in concurrence, eyelids covering his eyes halfway. Slowly, he pulled out of Seonghwa, leaning down to watch as the cum started to drip out of his entrance. Using two of his fingers, he gathered what had begun to leak out, and pushed it back into Seonghwa, earning another moan to slip past his lips.
“Was it worth the wait?” Seonghwa teased as he tilted his head enough to see the side of Yunho’s face as he watched what was going on at his entrance with enlightenment, his lips parted and turned up in satisfaction. He collected more of what was dripping, putting it back in keeping his fingers pressed there as he looked over at Seonghwa, blinking as his face grew into a smile of adoration.
“More than,” he verified, “I’d wait every day of my life for you if I had to, pretty.”
“I love you,” Seonghwa said confidently, the position he was still in only fueling that feeling.
“I love you,” he leaned forward, placing a kiss on his ass cheek, “Now, let’s take a bath.”
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sunday mornings (j.yh + p.sh)
summary: one sunday morning yunho and seonghwa decide they want more than just coffee, they want you; a husbands story deleted scene
note: this is not an official installment in the husbands series, more like a deleted scene of just straight smut, no real plot. still... it's feral and i figured you might all enjoy it still. however, please read the warnings, this is one of the most intense dom/sub scenes i've ever written.
warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, established relationship, established dom/sub dynamics with hard dom seonghwa, hard dom yunho, sub reader. specific content warnings for: slight somno vibes, dub-con vibes though truly there is nothing but boundless consent here, pet play and use of the pet name 'puppy', collars and leashes, ball gags, bdsm, restraints, overstimulation, use of latex gloves, spitting, mean language like slut and whore, taunting and humiliation play, with a lil praise we gotta get our 'good girl's in there, intense fingering, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, rough and i mean rough sex, slapping of all kinds, impact play of all kinds, use of dildos, squirting, multiple orgasms/pussy torture.... basically the husbands fuck the hell out of her and engage in lots of pain play.
pairings: seonghwa x yunho x reader
genre: smut and more smut
word count: 8.2K
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You wake on Sunday morning to kisses along the back of your neck and familiar fingers slipping under the hem of your underwear. The warm weight of your husband’s body behind you in the yellow glow of the late morning sun. For a minute you let him explore you, let his hand part your thighs and the tip of his middle finger gently flick across your clit. He’s breathing softly, your hair shifting with his every exhale against your skin. His teeth pull gently at the necklace around your throat.
You don’t remember how you made it to bed last night, the last clear thought you have is the movie playing in the background and your head on Seonghwa’s thigh. Someone must have carried you upstairs, and judging by your bare legs and lack of bra, someone must have undressed you before tucking you in.
Yunho’s arm tightens around you, adjusting his positioning, reaching around as he searches you more, sliding one finger further through your folds and seeking some wetness to spread over your sex.
“Sweetheart,” He murmurs low, soft like he’s trying to ease you awake.
You keep your eyes shut, letting your body stay relaxed and pliant. You sigh softly as he pushes the tip of his finger inside you.
“Come on, my love,” He returns his fingers to your aching bud and circles softly, “it’s time to get up,”
You’re not sure if he knows you’re awake, normally if he does he teases more than this. He turns the moment into a punishment and holds you down on your front while he takes you rough and quick from behind, but this morning he’s moving slowly. This morning he has plans.
You stretch a little, your thighs parting.
“There’s my love,” He kisses down the exposed skin of your upper back, fingers rocking more firmly with every shift of your body into consciousness.
“Hi, baby,” You sigh, letting your eyes open finally.
“Morning,” He nips at your shoulder.
“Where’s Hwa?” You ask through a yawn as you realize he’s not on your other side.
“Coffee,” Yunho explains, staying focused on touching you.
You exhale slowly, letting him move you onto your back so he can touch more of you, “Did you just wake up?”
“Mhm,” He pushes his hand up your shirt and over your stomach, up further to cup your breast, “I had a dream about you,”
“Yeah?”
“And I woke up needing you,” He explains, lips traveling across your throat.
He’s rock hard against your thigh, his hips pushing against you to feel some friction and you slide your hands under the covers to find his bare chest. His teeth catch against your necklace again, tugging softly as he sighs hot across your pulsepoint.
“What about Hwa?” You tease him.
“I need him too,” He dismisses, “but that’s not what I want right now,”
“W-what do you want right now?” You ask, your voice caught when he pulls his hand out from under your shirt and cups your cheek, fingertips dragging down your neck.
His hand closes over your throat in an instant as he leans back to watch your eyes, “Can we play, sweetheart?”
A shock of warmth fires through your belly, heat pooling in your core and you wet your lips before nodding, “Please,”
His fingers squeeze just a little and then his hand releases, and despite the way you can see in his face that he wants to move so much more quickly than this he remembers himself, voice softening, “Are you sure?”
“Why?” You murmur, your fingertips coasting up his bare ribs.
“The other night,” He says, nodding, “I know we were rough, you can say no if you’re not feeling up to it,”
Three nights ago they had been rough. Your body twisted up and locked in place with silk ropes affixed to the hooks behind the headboard, their words had been harsh and demanding, and the way they both took you after what felt like hours of denial made your head spin and your legs numb by the time they released you into the soft sheets.
You crane up just enough to press a kiss to his lips, “I’m sure, baby, I feel fine,”
He studies your face for a moment, “You were sore Friday,”
You smile, “It’s Sunday,” you nudge him, “but if you don’t want to fuck me,”
He laughs and drags you up to his chest, kissing you soundly and shaking his head as he does, “No, no, I’m just checking,”
“Thank you,” You squeeze his hand, “but I feel good, and we don’t have any plans today,”
“True,” He murmurs
“You two do what you want to me,” You grin, pressing another kiss to his lips, “I’m all yours,”
His hand tightens on your hip and he swallows hard, “You might regret that, I’m in a mood,”
“I doubt that,” You roll your hips against him, catching his cock between your bodies.
“Yeah?” He smirks, “You do like my moods, don’t you,”
You can practically feel his words making you wetter. Downstairs the sound of the cabinets and dishes echo up and Yunho glances over his shoulder at the closed door.
You kiss his chest, just below his throat and sink into his skin, “I love your moods, Daddy,”
He groans at your words, his breath caught in his chest. You smile against his skin, knowing you’re giving him the perfect permission. You want him to put you on your knees so badly you could beg for it.
Yunho presses one more sweet kiss to your lips once he recovers and then pushes you off him and back into the center of the bed, “Take your panties off,”
“Yes, Daddy,” You respond, anticipation building as you slip them off and kick them beneath the sheets at your feet.
Yunho crosses to the closet, pulling open the doors and locating the long shelf where all your toys and gadgets are laid out ready for use. He slides it open and selects his favorite collar and leash, and then steps back towards you. His face is starting to even out, gain that smooth, dominant passivity that you love and you’re sure that you’re in for some punishment today.
In preparation, you gather your hair up high in a ponytail and secure it back and push yourself up on your knees.
He stands before you, thumb rubbing against the leather of the collar, “Tell me, what are you, baby?”
“A good puppy,” You respond with practiced ease.
“Who’s good puppy?”
“Daddy’s,” You answer instantly, “and master’s,”
“That’s right, pretty girl,” He murmurs, his tone slightly exaggerated like he’s speaking to a child. He unhooks the collar and places it around your neck, securing the black loop of leather around your throat. He slips a finger in between the fabric and your skin to ensure it’s not too tight or too loose, and then he clips on the leash to the front loop.
He gives it an experimental tug, just enough to ensure it’s latched properly and then he smiles, “How’s that, puppy?”
“Good,” You promise him, “perfect,”
“Alright,” He murmurs, “let’s surprise Seonghwa,”
He steps away, stretching as he does and adjusting his black t-shirt, and you watch him carefully, waiting for instructions. It’s so easy to get into this headspace with them after so much time, years spent growing your levels of comfort with each other. In moments like this, every ounce of stress and worry falls away from your mind, and you know they’ll lead you safely into everything you need. Years ago you would be bubbling with nerves, but now you can just feel your skin tingling in anticipation, so you wait patiently.
Yunho turns back to you and lifts the leash in his hand, beckoning you forwards, “Come,”
“Yes, Daddy,” You answer with ease and a flicker of a smile passes over his lips before he clears his throat and lets the smooth mask of play fall into place.
He leads you down in front of the bed with the leash, not pulling but guiding, until you’re squarely at the foot of the bed on your knees with your head bowed in supplication. Yunho settles himself behind you, seated on the bench in front of the bed, and he opens his legs to place one on either side of you.
The leash pulls softly at your throat and you straighten up with its guidance.
“Show him how pretty you look, pup,” He instructs until your back is perfectly straight and his hand slides over the front of your neck, dragging up to hold your jaw steady.
You hear the creak of the stairs from the hall.
“That’s right,” Yunho’s other hand wraps around the leash to keep it in his grip before he moves his hand hotly over your body through your thin sleep shirt, his fingertips tugging at your nipples. You whimper at the harsh tug, “Shh, shh, I won’t hurt you,”
A pretty lie from his lips as he pinches your skin, but you lock lips shut and breathe slowly through your nose at the sensation, pleasure bubbling in your core again at his attention.
Seonghwa’s footfalls are audible now as he crosses the landing to your bedroom, and then the door opens. He’s paying absolutely no attention, three cups of coffee balanced in his hands as he pushes the door open with his hip and keeps his eyes trained on the liquid in the cups to ensure nothing spills over onto the floor.
“Good morning,” His voice is soft and pleasant, quiet so he doesn’t inadvertently wake you, “I hope you didn’t steal all the covers,”
Yunho’s fingers tighten on your jaw and you hear him laugh softly, “Not exactly,”
“So then you’re,” He finally looks up, the words dying in his throat and you watch him struggle not to dip the coffee out at the sight of you and Yunho.
You’d laugh if you thought you’d get away with it without punishment.
“Well,” Seonghwa grins, his eyebrows shooting up high, “good morning to me.”
“That’s the idea,” Yunho smirks.
Seonghwa laughs softly and spins slowly to place the coffee cups on the dresser, “Did she just get up?”
A thrill runs through your belly at the way he doesn’t even look in your eyes, picking up immediately on the tone in the room and what Yunho wants to do with you.
“Mhm,” Yunho lifts the hem of your shirt to expose your bare lower half, “she woke up so wet and wanting, darling,”
“Is that right?” Seonghwa murmurs, running a hand through his long black hair.
Yunho’s quiet for a moment, and then he taps your cheek with his index finger, “Seonghwa asked you a question, pup.”
“Yes, sir,” You jump at the chance to speak now that you’ve been acknowledged.
His eyes flick down to yours and you see a softness there for the briefest moment before he straightens up and crosses the room to stand in front of you, “I’d like to see for myself,”
“Yes, sir,”
He drops to a crouch, only inches away from you now, and his fingers tap your bare thigh, “Open up,”
Despite the rough drag of the carpet under your knees, you part your legs open.
“Yeobo,” Seonghwa says to your husband, “has our sweet puppy been touched yet today?”
“A little,” Yunho confirms, “just a warm up,”
Without meeting your gaze, Seonghwa’s hand pushes between your legs and his fingers find your wet slit, rocking back and forth to gauge your wetness. You physically fight the urge to roll your hips into his hand or make a sound.
“Perfect,” He breathes.
A small sigh makes it through your lips.
Sometimes you don’t know which of them will take the lead, and given the way Yunho woke you and spoke to you, if you were betting in this moment you would have said him. Seonghwa’s still wearing his sleep pants with a kitschy cute print, he just entered the scene, he hasn’t had more than a minute to adapt and sink into the headspace, and yet when your eyes meet his again you know you’ve never been more wrong.
His gaze is hard, passive and dismissive, and with ease he addresses Yunho without breaking eye contact with you, “I want her in the chair, and I want you both stripped. Now.”
Yunho drops your chin and your leash immediately, his hands finding the edge of your shirt to pull it up and over your head before tossing it to the side. When he moves to strip off his own clothes, Seonghwa reaches forward to take your face in his hand.
“Open,” He says.
Your lips part obediently.
“Wider,” He scolds, delivering a tight slap to your cheek.
You whine, but your mouth drops open wider and you extend your tongue.
Seonghwa angles your face upwards with his hand, spitting directly into your mouth and delivering another quick slap, “Swallow.”
You don’t make the same mistake twice, and you clamp your lips shut and swallow, letting him watch the bob of your throat so he knows you’re being honest.
“Chair,” Seonghwa repeats to Yunho, “Now.”
The leash grows taut suddenly, and Yunho stands and shifts to your side, stripped bare now with his cock standing hard and aching pink before you.
Your lips part softly at the sight and Seonghwa laughs. “Such a little slut,” He teases, “one look at his cock and you want a taste?”
“Yes, sir,”
“Too bad,” He shrugs.
He stands a moment later, moving out of your eye line behind you, and though you hear the shift of the bed, the drag of drawers opening and the rustle of fabric, you don’t even think about turning to look.
“Pup,” Yunho tugs the leash and you lurch forward to follow his hand, bracing yourself on the floor with one hand, “come.”
“Yes, Daddy,” You manage, finding your balance on your hands and knees, scrambling a little to keep up with how tight the lead is and how quickly he’s pulling you forwards across the bedroom floor.
He makes a displeased noise with his tongue against his teeth and then suddenly there’s no tightness in the leash at all and his hands are on you, lifting you up off the ground with ease before depositing you into the aforementioned chair. He pushes your legs open wide and you comply quickly to get into position but he shakes his head, “You need to do better than this, puppy.”
You huff softly as he pulls your body into the position he wants. This chair normally sits in the corner of your bedroom looking nothing but decorative, but it’s a favorite for moments like this. As he locates the silk ropes in the nearby storage ottoman, you realize several things at once. The chair beneath you is covered in plush towels, Seonghwa has shucked off his pajama pants in favor of just boxers, and in his hands he holds a collection of toys.
Your muscles clench.
“Stay still, baby,” Yunho murmurs as he drops down in front of you, winding the silks tightly around your skin.
You’re nervous, desperately so, like you always are before a scene like this. You fell into this morning so quickly it feels especially unpredictable, but that’s always part of the fun. Yunho ties your legs tightly together and affixes you well to each arm of the chair, leaving you spread open, unable to close your legs no matter how hard you try.
He smooths a hand up your shin once he’s done, and checks his knots, “Color?”
“Green,” You assure him.
“Good,” Seonghwa’s voice enters the mix as he steps closer, “now tell us, puppy,” he says with a wry smile, “what do you want?”
Yunho’s hand slowly shifts down your inner thigh.
You swallow hard, your hips jerking involuntarily as Yunho’s finger’s coast over the top of your mound, “I want to be good for you, sir,” you confess, your voice breathy and tight.
“I’m sure you do,” Seonghwa nods and then he reaches out and gives Yunho’s shoulder a squeeze, silently communicating that he should shift away from you.
“Hwa,” Yunho starts to say, but Seonghwa jumps back in.
“y/n,” He steps to your side, “open wide again,”
“Yes, sir,” You lean your head back, mouth falling open.
“That’s a good girl,” He coos.
“Thank you, sir,” You sigh before returning your mouth to its open position.
“Yunho,” Seonghwa murmurs, passing him most of the items in his hands. When Seonghwa reaches out to you, you see the ball gag in his hands and he nods, “that’s right, that’s a very good girl.”
You take a deep breath and exhale slowly, calming your fluttering heart rate and opening yourself up to their desires. He tucks the ball between teeth and watches you carefully as you slide it into the right place and get comfortable with the obstruction. You make sure you can still breathe somewhat around the ball, but mostly make sure that you can freely take steady breaths in and out through the nose.
When he’s sure you’re ready, and you give him one small nod, he wraps the leader around the back of your head and secures it tightly.
“Hands?” He asks, and you know he’s giving you the option but you don’t care, you extend them out and press them together.
“Such a good girl today,” Yunho hums, pressing a kiss to your shin as he leans against you, “maybe we should reward her,”
“We’ll see,” Seonghwa says, wrapping your wrists tightly together with a familiar silky rope of black fabric.
“You’re in a mood,” Yunho chuckles.
“I’m not the one who put our girl on a platter,” He smiles, and he lets your hands drop, “and besides, she likes it.”
“Oh, I know,”
“Now,” Seonghwa takes a step back, gathering the top section of his hair into a bun and securing it neatly with an elastic from his wrist, “one more thing,”
You can feel yourself trembling, your hips already starting to ache from their prone position, and you think to yourself that if he brings out a blindfold too you’ll have to stop the scene. Your skin already feels flushed and tingly, your whole body tight on a razor wire and you don’t think you can handle a single thing more.
But instead of blindfold, Seonghwa snaps up a little cube shaped object from your bedside table and presses it into your hands. You recognize it immediately and without hesitation you press the button on the one curved side, the object strobing a sharp white light in fast flashes. Once you register that it’s on and working you click the button again and extinguish the light.
“Good,” Seonghwa murmurs, “tell me again darling, what do you do when you want to stop?”
You press the button once more, the light flashing white.
“And for an emergency?” He asks, holding your gaze.
You find the small switch on the side and push it to the right and then click the button again. The light flashes red now, an insistent bright hue where there can be no mistaking of your intentions.
“Very good,” He nods as you click the light back off and slide the indicator into the safe position. Seonghwa picks up one more item on the table to your side, “Yunho, behind her, please,”
“Anything you like, yeobo,” Yunho gives you one last squeeze, and then he’s gone from your field of vision.
Your fingers fiddle with the object in your hands. You’ve only used it once or twice to slow a scene in the whole time you’ve been together, but you’ve never flicked it red. Once when you were dizzy, mouth stuffed full and everything in your brain starting to swim deliriously towards unconsciousness, you had flicked the indicator into the red position, but they had noticed the change in your body in seconds and stopped before you even decided to press stop.
Behind you, you feel the heat of Yunho’s chest as he settles close and waits for more, the leash sliding over your shoulder and disappearing behind you as he turns your collar around.
“Hold her steady,” Seonghwa instructs, and then he drops to his knees before you.
You’re trembling in anticipation, your clit pulsing with need between your legs, and you’re sure that if he doesn’t touch you soon, you might fall apart from anxious need alone.
With no warning, he lays one hand over your mound and cups you, and you realize he needed the moment to put on a pair of black latex gloves. Your hips jump.
“She likes it,” Yunho murmurs low, “look at her,”
“Mm,” Seonghwa nods, applying pressure with his fingers and rocking them in a circle once, “that’s because she’s ours. She always likes what we give her,”
A sound bubbles up from your throat and Seonghwa chuckles, “Oh, you do don’t you?”
He taps his hand once, a quick slap against your swollen nub, and your head falls back as you moan.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Seonghwa slaps your cunt again, “eyes on me,”
You breathe through the sensation pulsing through your core and lift your heavy head back up. Yunho drags the leash to help direct your head and then steps close to brace you against his body.
Seonghwa smiles, his hand massaging you a few more times before he lifts it and glances up to Yunho, “Let’s see how quickly our silly puppy will make a mess,”
His fingers are inside you before you have a chance to take a breath, and your teeth clamp down on the silicone ball as you moan sharply.
Seonghwa crooks his gloved fingers just right, and then his hand starts to pulse. He starts off shallow at first, knuckles pressed up to your slick folds as he simply pushes his fingers deeper in short little bursts, the sensations in your belly doubling as he strokes his fingertips over your spongy g-spot again and again.
Your body jerks in the chair, a groan caught somewhere in the back of your throat.
“You like it that much, pup?” Yunho’s lips against your ear send a shock through you, “You really are such a little whore, aren’t you?”
“Our whore,” Seonghwa grins, and he delivers a slap to your inner thigh with his free hand as he picks up the pace of his opposite.
You moan tightly, teeth digging into the ball now, and Seonghwa starts to fuck you in earnest on his fingers, fast and hard and as deep as he can reach at this angle. It doesn’t feel good, not really, it feels tight and humiliating and your chest is broken out in a pink panicked flush, but it only takes a few more moments of that initial discomfort until the bubble inside you starts to build.
You choke a curse around the ball in your mouth, hands gripping together tightly.
“Our whore who’s going to make a mess for her masters,” Seonghwa pants, adjusting his angle and driving into you more forcefully, “over and over again.”
You moan tightly, pressure dropping low in your abdomen.
“Isn’t that right?” Seonghwa groans, never changing the pace of his hand.
You moan tightly, nodding as best you can to comply, but the tautness of the leash keeps you stiff.
“Make a mess,” Seonghwa commands, “come on,”
The pressure in your belly drops further, a tight, tense feeling that almost brings tears to your eyes. You whine desperately, clamping your eyes shut, sensations washing through you, and your body tries to jerk and respond but you’re incredibly stuck stock still.
“Come when I say,” Seonghwa directs you and your eyes fly open to watch him.
You moan, choked against the ball.
“You come in three,” He begins to count, his fingers crooking inside you and his opposite hand pressing down over your abdomen, “two…”
Yunho grips you harder and the sound that leaves you is one of muffled desperation.
“One,” Seonghwa orders you, and your body crumbles, trained perfectly to their commands.
All at once the pressure snaps open and you feel your cunt pulsing, all but forcing his fingers out of you as you squirt clear liquid in a rush.
“Good girl,” Seonghwa encourages, his hand flattening over your clit to rub back and forth harshly, your release splattering across your thighs and his bare chest, “oh, what a good girl,”
Your chest heaves as you breathe deeply through your nose, trying to settle your trembling body, but he doesn’t even give you a moment of reprieve. The sound of a vibrator makes your eyes flash, searching for the source of the noise and then he lifts the wand.
“Relax,” Yunho soothes you, petting your hair and giving your shoulder a squeeze, “be good,”
You nod, pressing into his hand and he hums pleasantly.
“Listen to Daddy, baby,” Seonghwa smiles, a little taunting and you wonder how this is about to go, your conscious thoughts starting to slip back.
The wand connects hard with your clit a second later and you all but shriek against the gag, shaking your head hard and your hips jutting.
“Stop squirming,” Seonghwa orders, delivering a harsh slap to the back of your thigh. The position you’re in has you bent in half, almost in a perfect press and at the flash of pain through your backside from his hand you settle, letting your legs sink back.
He circles the vibrator, rocking it over your clit again and again and your body flushes pink with pleasure and stinging pain. Your hips rock again, just the smallest amount to try and disconnect the powerful vibrations from your aching clit for just a second so you can get your head around the sensations and he hums, displeased.
He lifts the wand and delivers another harsh slap, his slick glove against your bare skin, stinging and turning your flesh redder and more numb, “You’re being selfish, puppy,”
You whimper, shaking your head a little.
“You are.” He insists, “I thought you said you wanted to be good for us.”
You nod, trembling.
“Then you’ll sit still,” He lets his hand crack down against your skin again and you tighten your teeth around the ball, moaning against it.
A hand winds into your hair suddenly and Yunho tugs your head backwards. You yelp in surprise, eyes watering.
“If you want to touch Daddy’s cock,” He says, with no sympathy in his voice, “you’ll take every bit of what you get, do you understand me?”
You make a muffled noise.
“I said, do you understand me, puppy?” His free hand delivers a stinging slap to your cheek, “Answer,”
You whine a yes and then a yes, Daddy for good measure. You try to nod but his fist in your hair holds you too still and you wait to see if he’s accepted your garbled words.
“Very good,” He nods, his hand loosening slightly, “now hush,”
The vibrator lands once again on your pulsing clit and you cry out against your restraints, but this time you don’t move your hips, you take it just like they told you to. Your bound hands have nowhere to go, the cube twisting in your fingers as your arms shake, and Yunho’s hand wraps around your wrists to tug them back up into your chest and keep them out of Seonghwa’s way.
“Better,” Seonghwa says, pressing down harder with the bulbous head of the vibrator, “there you go,”
Everything feels sharp, aching and barely pleasurable, but you trust them.
“A wet little mess,” Seonghwa teases you, rolling the vibrator in a circular pattern, lifting it and spitting once again, this time directly over your sex, “look at that,”
He shifts his hand now, dragging the vibrator up and over your bud and then off it completely before repeating the motion, a rhythmic teasing of your most sensitive parts that leaves you choking moans against your gag.
“Don’t come,” He presses the vibrator down hard and your eyes tighten shut, a keening sound against the gag now, “hold it.”
You can’t, there’s no way, the flood of heat through your body and the rush of sudden pleasure between your thighs is so strong you feel like you might crack open in his hands. You whine, your wrists jerking against Yunho’s wide palm, but all you get in return is a tug against the collar that silently communicates everything you need to know - don’t move.
“Hold it,” Seonghwa repeats, shifting closer on his knees, adjusting the angle of the vibrator, and laying one wet, gloved hand on your tender thigh.
The sound that leaves you is animal, somewhere between a moan and a sob and if you had any conscious thought left in your body you’d be glad the walls are thick in this apartment so that no one can hear you but them.
“Now, come now,” Seonghwa commands and your brain blanks, ears ringing hard as your body responds to him, your legs trembling uncontrollably as the waves of pleasure roll through you.
Your breath is caught, your mind spinning, and you jump with a start when Seonghwa drops the vibrator and pushes something thick inside you.
“Mm!” Your head snaps up, fighting against the position Yunho has you in, and you feel him give you a little slack so you don’t actually injure your throat straining against the collar.
“Don’t whine,” Seonghwa scolds, “you can take more than this any day,”
Your eyes fill with unshed tears, the sudden intrusion of the dildo startling you in a way you really hadn’t expected, and you don’t mean to try and pull away from the toy, but your hips do it anyway. He pulls it free and drops a slap over your core, and you write against them with a tight cry. Your fingers twist the safety indicator in your hands and your thumb finds the curved button, but you don’t press it quite yet, you wait and breathe deep and let your panic settle.
“Tell her,” Seonghwa directs.
The toy plunges back inside you, deep in one shockingly quick thrust and you suddenly can barely breathe. The dildo itself is a standard size, no bigger than either of your partners, but with the position you’re twisted into and the relentlessness of Seonghwa’s attention, you can barely take it. You can feel your walls pulsing around it, hot and fluttering.
Yunho nips at your ear, dragging your head to one side so you can hear his low voice, “We want you to come again,”
You huff against the gag.
“All over,” He kisses your throat, dragging his teeth over your pulsepoint, “can you do that for us, baby?”
You make a noise, just enough to confirm you’re still with them.
Seonghwa pulls the toy back and thrusts forwards again, only this time he doesn’t pause and let you get accustomed to the feeling, this time he goes faster, harder. You squeal against the gag and pull tight again against the leash, and this time Seonghwa reaches up to take the lead from Yunho and drag it forward between your legs.
“You like being our filthy little toy?” Seonghwa asks you, tone laced with mocking sympathy, “A doll for us to fuck when we feel like it?”
Your eyes roll back, a tightening in your gut, the sounds of the room nothing but lewd and wet and careless.
“Eyes up, pup,” Yunho’s deep voice in your ear makes you moan but he punctuates his words with a firm slap against your breast and you jolt up again.
“So rude,” Seonghwa tuts, “can’t even answer a simple question,”
You moan something garbled, but you don’t even know what you were trying to say.
“Is your head so full of cock you can’t even think straight?” Seonghwa laughs, tugging the leash again until you’re straining forward and moaning at the aching position, “It is, isn’t it?”
“Dirty girl,” Yunho bites down on your shoulder.
“Fucking filthy,” Seonghwa curses, letting the leash go suddenly and you fall back hard with a whimper. He slaps your thigh again and you jerk.
For a moment they let you lay back as reclined as you can be in the chair in this pretzel of a position, but the dildo doesn’t stop, the curve perfectly angled to press up into your g-spot over and over again. You’re going to come, the realization slamming into you like a train and with the gag in your mouth there’s no way to ask for permission.
You squirm in the chair, blinking hard and whining against the ball, trying to get their attention so they realize. You don’t want to break a rule, you can’t take much more, but it’s going to happen anyways.
“There we go, there we go,” Seonghwa thrusts the toy as quickly as he can, his fingers digging into your thigh where he holds you steady. He’s talking to himself now, watching his work.
You moan against the gag, and if your mouth was free you’d be asking - Sir, please may I come?
And he’d say yes.
And you’d fall into pieces in his palms.
Instead all you can do is whine, and he drops a hard slap to your thigh, and it’s all over. You release hard, fluid erupting from your abused core yet again as he pulls back the dildo on one of the thrusts, forcing it free. Your bound hands break out of Yunho’s hold and you shove them downwards to try and cover yourself, to try and get him to stop torturing you with the silicone cock. The sounds you make are harsh and wheezing, tears streaming down your temples.
Seonghwa slaps your hands back and drags the head of the dildo over your clit fast, dragging out the intensity of your orgasm and making a wet mess of you both as he does. In the moments after, as your shaking body comes down from the hardest orgasm yet, you realize the rest of the morning is not going to go like any of you planned.
“Disappointing,” Seonghwa’s hand connects once again with your thigh and you can already see how red and aching the flesh there is, “you know the rules,”
You whimper against the gag.
“If you wanted to come on a cock that badly,” He spanks you again, “you should have waited for us,”
You squeak, shaking your head, eager to explain yourself.
“No, no,” Seonghwa hand comes down again, lighting up your skin with pins and needles, “you be quiet,”
You swallow hard, jaw aching against the gag.
Seonghwa reaches up, picking up the leash as it lays down your front, and he pulls it just enough that you have to arch your head up to follow it. He licks his lips and sighs, trading a quick look with Yunho, “I was going to let you out after that last one,” he says, “and take you both to bed.”
“Is that so?” Yunho murmurs, kissing your shoulder.
The tenderness does little to quell your nerves, you feel the way his hands grip you.
“Mhm,” Seonghwa nods, “I was going to fuck you soft, like you like sometimes in the mornings. Maybe make you come on my tongue,”
Your breath leaves you in a shudder.
“I would have let you rut your sweet self on Daddy’s thigh until you fell asleep,” His eyes turn soft, apologetic even, “but I can’t do that now.”
You sob softly against the gag.
“Now you need a lesson,” He pushes away from you, standing and gesturing for Yunho to follow.
You watch them as they work, adjusting your binds so that you tip further back into a proper press and they adjust the chair so that they can access you the way they need to. Your legs are open wider now, the ache in your hips deep, but you wait, you wanted this.
Yunho pulls the binds on your gag unexpectedly, the ball falling loose from your mouth and you groan at the sore state of your jaw.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” He says, pushing a hand back into your hair.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” Your throat feels hoarse and tired, but you clear your throat lightly and let his hand against your scalp support the weight of your exhausted neck.
Yunho adjusts his stance by your side and comes closer, his leaking cock an inch away from your cheek. As Seonghwa moves between your spread thighs, Yunho finds your hands and opens your fingers, checking to see that your safety light is still tucked between your hands. You give him the smallest nod, and he gives your fingers a squeeze.
“This time,” Seonghwa interrupts your thoughts as he braces himself on the chair and finds the right positioning for him to be able to sink his hard length inside you, “you don’t come until I say.”
“Yes, sir,” You confirm with a sigh.
“Good girl,” He says, and then he slides home.
You moan, voice unobstructed this time, your head falling back into Yunho’s wide palm.
“Come on, pretty,” Yunho shakes you a little as Seonghwa starts to work his hips, “you wanted to suck Daddy’s cock so bad and now you’re too tired?”
You shake your head, blinking hard and turning your face towards his aching length, letting your mouth fall open and extending your tongue.
“Good,” He soothes you, and then he dips forwards, sinking his hardness past your lips and down your throat.
You grip your hands tightly together and steady your breathing through your nose.
“Taking it all like a good fucking slut,” Seonghwa sighs, jutting his hips up and forcing the rest of himself deep in your cunt, “God, I can feel it, you’re gripping me like a vice, baby,”
Your head goes fuzzy at the sudden praise.
Yunho adjusts his position, leaning over you and bracing himself on the edge of the table behind the chair with the hand that isn’t cupping the back of your head. He thrusts once, experimental to test your limits and the position, and you moan against his cock as it connects with the soft back of your throat.
“Fuck,” Seonghwa curses his fingers gripping your side, “you should feel her,”
“Mm-mm,” Yunho shakes his head, “I like her choking on my cock,”
“Of course you do,” Seonghwa laughs, thrusting hard and knocking his hips into yours.
“Pretty little cockslut,” Seonghwa grunts as he pistons his hips faster, every thrust stretching you wide and sending sparks of pleasure up your spine, “isn’t that right?”
You moan around Yunho’s thrusting cock, your eyes clamping shut as you try to focus on your breath and let them take what they want from you.
“Yeah,” Seonghwa huffs, mocking, “that’s right, puppy,”
Your eyes roll back, body locking up, another orgasm so close you can almost brush right against it.
“I bet you want me to come inside you,” Seonghwa says hot against your skin, “I know how you beg for it,”
Your body jerks, your hands scrambling against his chest but he ignores you.
“You think you deserve that, baby?” Seonghwa presses messy, angry kisses over your chest, teeth catching on your skin.
You whine, gripping your hands tighter, your head swimming. You’d nod if you could, say yes, say anything if you could.
“I’m,” Yunho chokes, his hips rolling into you forcefully as he drags your head forwards with every thrust of his cock through your lips, “H-Hwa,”
“Make her swallow,” Seonghwa tells him, ordering him just as much as he’s ordering you.
Yunho groans, locking your head against his pubic bone as he spills himself down the back of your throat in one final, shaking thrust. You choke against him, spluttering a little and trying to pull back but he holds you steady. Your fingers find the curved side of the safety light once more, but he pulls back before you have to use it.
You swallow hastily, less in an effort to take his release and more in an effort to take a deep breath of air, but his fingers find your chin to tip your head back so you don’t waste a drop as you sputter and cough.
“That’s my good girl,” He soothes you, “so sweet for letting me use her mouth,”
You sigh, swallowing again and leaning your cheek against his palm.
Yunho takes a deep breath and then reaches past you, reproducing the gag.
“N-no, wait,” You take a deep breath and scramble to find Seonghwa’s eyes, but he’s intensely focused on the sight of his cock plunging in and out of your aching slit, muttering obscenities through his own sounds of pleasure.
Yunho gives you a full second to click on the light and stop things, but when you don’t he moves forwards and stuffs the ball back into your mouth, securing the grip behind your head.
“Shh, shh,” he strokes your hair, “you can do it,”
You’re not sure that you can, but you nod.
“Fuck,” Seonghwa pants, collapsing over you further as Yunho shifts away from you, “you feel like heaven,”
Your walls clench around him, the sudden rush of pleasure building again inside you.
He tugs your hair, pumping his hips in deep snaps that run sharp pulses of pleasure up your spine, “Come on my cock,” he commands, “Now, baby, come on,”
You sob against the gag, so close you want to reach out and take it, sweat breaking across your brow, blush across your body.
“I know you’re close,” Seonghwa taunts, “I know you, baby, I own you,”
Your head drops back, swimming with an explosion of another orgasm, your vision swimming, but suddenly he’s gone, no longer inside you and stimulating you and dragging you up and over the edge. You cry out, harsh and desperate and needy, your cunt clenching around nothing.
Your eyes stay shut, you can’t muster the strength to lift your head.
He says something more, but you can’t quite make it out, and you feel it when he comes hot and wet across your belly.
The vibrator presses down on your clit once more, and he turns up the intensity, and once again you jolt, a broken, raspy cry from your throat.
“Now,” Seonghwa commands once more, “now, hard, come on,”
The pain of your overstimulated clit is almost too much to bear but he rocks the vibrator just right one more time and the orgasm he snatched away from you a moment ago rips you back under tenfold. Every part of you is aching, muscles screaming and joints stiff, but this final wave of ecstatic, orgasmic pleasure loosens the last conscious fibers of your mind, leaving you floating and boneless. You can’t quite feel anything anymore except a dull buzzing through every inch of your skin. The little light in your hands falls free, clattering to the floor.
It takes a moment for your ears to stop ringing, but when they do the first thing you hear is the soft voices of your husbands.
“Get her legs,” Seonghwa instructs, and then his fingers are in your hair uncoupling the gag from your mouth, “Jagiya, can you hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” You breathe as the gag falls away, and soft fingers find your jaw to massage warm circles into your skin.
“Open your eyes, jagiya,” Seonghwa murmurs, “come on,”
You blink furiously, fighting with the rush of light and the misty tears that cloud your vision.
“Come on,” Seonghwa murmurs, his fingers sweeping through your hair, “there we go, give me a deep breath,”
You take a deep inhale in through the nose, and Yunho finally loosens the ropes around your legs enough so that they unfurl, an ache suddenly ringing up your thighs through your lower back. On your exhale the pain of it makes you cry out softly and you let your legs fall slack.
“Darling,” Seonghwa cups your cheek, bringing your eyes to his, “this is very important, alright?”
You nod.
“Does anything hurt?” He asks calmly, thumb stroking along your cheek.
“Hips,” You manage, but if you’re being honest your jaw is sore too.
“Okay,” He nods, “anything else?”
Your head floods with dizzy confusion, the influx of oxygen too much to handle and you let your eyes droop closed again, your head feeling heavy.
Seonghwa’s hand cups your head to keep it from lolling backwards and you feel his fingers on the collar, “Yunho, do you,”
“I’ve got it,” Yunho replies smoothly, and you feel his hands on your skin, strong arms lifting you up as the collar falls away.
“Mm,” You sigh, blinking again to open your eyes and get your bearings, “where?”
“Shh,” Yunho soothes you, “we’re just going to bed, sweetheart,”
You suddenly feel like falling, your brain floating and disconnected, and the next time you open your eyes it’s to both of their faces above you.
“y/n,” Seonghwa asks, gently tapping your cheek to get your eyes to focus on him, “tell me again, what hurts?”
This time, your brain seems to start working. You exhale slowly, taking stock of your limbs and stretching against the sheets, “I’m okay,”
“Are you sure?” He cups your cheek, “Think for a minute,”
You shake your head, winding your fingers together with his, “I’m good, for a second I was stiff, but I’m good,”
Yunho’s fingers slide over your bare hips and start to press gentle circles into your skin. He watches your face carefully for any signs of deeper discomfort and murmurs, “You’re supposed to use the light if you feel dizzy,”
“I know,” You breathe, “it happened quick,”
His lips close and he nods, focused again on your stiff limbs.
“Next time you have to tell us,” Seonghwa presses, “alright?”
“I promise,” You swear, “I just couldn’t think straight there for a minute,”
Seonghwa sighs, relieved and exhausted, and he drops lower on the bed to kiss you, “You did so beautifully, baby,”
“Yeah?”
“You were perfect,” He assures you, voice relaxing now that he knows once again you’re fine and responsive.
“Can you hold me?” You murmur against his cheek, “please?”
“Of course, of course, I can,” He peppers kisses over your face, easing down into the covers gathering you close, “how’s this?”
“Good,” You nod.
His hand caresses your back, massaging your sore muscles.
“Yunho, you too,” You sigh with your cheek against Seonghwa’s bare chest, and you reach up blindly for your other husband’s hand.
“I’m right here,” He murmurs, slipping behind you and snuggling close, “how do you feel?”
“Warm,” You murmur, “and so sleepy,”
“You rest,” Yunho kisses your shoulder, “you did so well for us, my love,”
“You liked it?” You blink, trying to find their hands to hold.
Yunho’s hand closes over you and Seonghwa’s entwined fingers and brings them to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles to try to ease you, “I loved it, I love you,”
“I love you too,” You sigh.
Seonghwa caresses your cheek softly, “He’s right, you did so well, and I know you pushed yourself today,”
“Yeah,” You feel a little rush of emotions, thankful that he noticed the way you quelled your own panic to trust that they would keep you safe.
“We’ll always take care of you, my darling,” He kisses your hair, warm hands stroking your skin, “and it means so much to us that you trust us, just don’t push yourself too hard next time,”
You can’t fight the yawn, but you nod, “I will, I’m sorry,”
“Hwa,” Yunho murmurs softly.
“Hmm?”
There’s a quiet exchange above you, but you’re too tired to make it out. Seonghwa’s hand untangles from yours and his fingers rest along your jaw. Slowly he massages the muscles there, giving you relief you didn’t even know you needed after the aching extension of your mouth for so long around the gag.
“We’ll talk about everything later,” Yunho murmurs, “she’s exhausted,”
“You’re right,” Seonghwa murmurs, and then he shifts to soothe you, “y/n, you sleep now, and Yunho and I will be here when you wake up, alright?”
“Mhm,” Your body starts to go boneless.
“I love you so much,” He presses a warm kiss to your forehead.
“I love you,” You breathe, your stiff joints relaxing under their hands.
“I know, darling,” Seonghwa murmurs, his voice starting to sound far away, “we know,”
It’s hours before you wake again, but when you do they’re with you, just as he said. Between them you stay held, cherished, never a broken promise between you.
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Mommy? - Yunhwa
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ot28JAZ by slvt4Skzz After a tough wake up, Seonghwa tries to comfort his puppy. Or Yunho just wants his mommy. Words: 840, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Park Seonghwa, Choi San (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang Relationships: Jeong Yunho/Park Seonghwa, Choi San/Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ) Additional Tags: Talks of smut, Fluff, Crying, Background Poly, Mommy Dom Park Seonghwa, Puppy Jeong Yunho, Jeong Yunho-centric (ATEEZ), yunhwa, Yunhwa fluff, Yunhwa smut, Subspace, Subdrop, puppy space, sorta - Freeform, First Ateez fic read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ot28JAZ
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heating up
pairing: seonghwa x reader x yunho
tags: polyteez, f!reader, smut, idk how to tag things anymore, praise kink, aftercare, shower sex
notes: i wasn’t prepared to post anything here for a long time (maybe never?), but someone had gone out of their way to try and track down this fic for them and their friend, and they were so sweet that i couldn’t NOT post it. originally this was posted on my old account, atotheteeny, so if you recognize it then you probably saw it way back then. please let me know if i should include more tags/warnings, i don’t really remember how i used to do this lol
It had been far too long of a day for you, getting stuck in rush hour traffic, and then in the downpour as you walked from the car to the building. And of course you had slipped trying to run to get inside faster, not really hurting anything other than your pride as you climbed back to your feet, completely drenched. All you wanted was to go home to your boys, take a steaming hot shower, and go to bed, but for some reason the world just wanted to flip you off every chance it could. The whole ordeal left you awfully irate, cursing under your breath about everything you came into contact with once you finally got inside.
“Stupid fucking stairs, stupid fucking shoes,” you mumbled grumpily to yourself, now trying to unlock the ‘especially stupid fucking door’ with your ‘really stupid fucking keys’. When the door swung open you almost screamed out in relief, charging inside.
“You okay, baby?” Mingi shut the door behind you while kicked your wet shoes off. He glanced over your appearance, and decided not to make a comment on it based off of the look you gave him.
“Just fuckin’ peachy,” you huffed. He quickly planted a kiss on your cheek, making you swat at him, though without any real intent to push him away. He grinned, going in for another kiss, earning a smile as you pushed at him again.
He followed you to the living room, where the majority of the boys seemed to be. San was curled up next to Hongjoong on the couch, who was on his computer, headphones on while he concentrated deeply on his work. Yeosang waved at you from his spot next to the two, before turning back to the tv. You made a round, giving them all quick greeting kisses, as to not disturb them, but also to get to the shower faster. Just like Mingi, they took one look at you and decided it was better to not say anything.
“I’m going to take a shower,” you announced.
“Ah, Seonghwa just went in,” Mingi called after you as you headed for the bathroom, making you pause. You threw your head back and groaned, eyes closing as you weighed your options.
“Whatever.” You decided, opening your eyes and continuing on your path. The closer you got to the bathroom, the louder the music got. You tried knocking a few times, wanting to give him some semblance of privacy, but he didn’t seem to hear you. So you stuck your head inside, talking over the music. “Hwa? I’m coming in.”
He made a noise of acknowledgment and you stepped into the room, shutting the door behind you. The steam that greeted you was overwhelming at first. You took a deep breath, beginning to peel off your soaked clothes that were now starting to stick uncomfortably to you. As you did, Seonghwa started asking you about your day, seemingly unaware of your intentions to join him. After a few moments of you struggling out of your clothes while venting about how stupid of a day it was, you were finally free.
“Scoot over.” You pulled the curtains back slightly, taking in a startled Seonghwa. A delayed moment later, he made room so you could both stand comfortably inside.
The feeling of hot water finally on your bare skin made you close your eyes and tilt your head back, sighing in bliss. You couldn’t see the way he looked at you, swallowing deeply as he looked you over, eyes falling on your bared neck. After relishing in your moment, you met his gaze, smiling softly now that the water seemed to be washing away the tension from today. You pressed a quick but loving kiss to his parted lips, before turning away to get your hair wet.
“Can you pass me the shampoo?” His eyes trailed down your backside, briefly distracted, then placed the bottle into your waiting hand. The next few minutes went by simply enough, both of you continuing your own routines, you oblivious to the heated looks he was giving you.
It was when you started washing your body that he couldn’t take it anymore, pressing himself to your back and trailing one hand up your stomach to cup your chest. You let out a surprised gasp, body leaning back into him reflexively. “Seon-”
His other hand had found its way between your legs, heat pooling at your core embarrassingly fast. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, not sounding sorry at all, “you’re just too tempting.”
His long fingers made fast work of you, teasing your clit until you were bucking into his touch for more. When he pressed the first one in, you mewled, throwing your head back as he quickly added a second. The hand that had been teasing your breast moved to cover your mouth, making you suddenly aware of how loud you were being.
“Look at you,” he spoke directly into your ear, voice low, full of unspoken promises. His fingers had been working you towards your end for a few minutes now, thrusting and curling and hitting all the right spots. “So needy.”
If it weren’t for his hand on your mouth you would’ve been a begging, whining mess. You felt your orgasm climb, making your legs shake and your hands desperately search for something to hold on to. His fingers sped up just slightly, making a point to hit your sweet spot. And when he pulled his fingers from you, you let out a choked sob, your release so close that it left a painful throb in your core.
He switched his hands, the fingers that had just been inside of you now pushing into your mouth, making you taste yourself. You whined around the digits, but your tongue swirled around them anyways, wanting to please him if it brought you even one step closer your release.
“Good girl,” he praised, and you were suddenly filled again, his other hand pushing two digits inside you right off the bat. The words went straight to your heat, making you even wetter. After you had finished cleaning your slick from his fingers, he took them from your mouth to place them on your chest, teasing your nipple with a sharp pinch.
Again, you could feel your climax building rapidly, and you started working yourself back onto his hand to help chase it. Seonghwa didn’t appreciate you taking matters into your own hands, reprimanding you with a sharp slap to your ass, making you squeak. The sound was drowned out by the music, but the sting made it clear that it had happened, making you suck in a breath.
He once again removed his digits from you, and you began turning to complain only to be met with his hand covering your mouth again. You huffed into his palm, making him tilt his head and smirk at you while you glared back. “Brat.”
If it weren’t for his stupid hand you would’ve cursed at him, but you were quickly distracted by the feel of the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. Suddenly you were thankful for his stupid hand, as it did a good job at muffling the pathetic whimpers you were making. He took his time filling you, savoring the way you clenched around him with every move he made, his free hand braced itself on the small of your back, pushing down so you were more bent over for him. When he was finally fully inside of you he cursed under his breath, dropping his hand again, taking in the view.
“Seonghwa, please, plea-” your frantic pleading cut short with a moan as he almost completely pulled out, before roughly thrusting back in, making you see stars. His hand wrapped around your throat again, gradually applying pressure as he started a rough pace, keeping all of your whines and mewls trapped.
The music was loud but it didn’t drown out the obscene sound of skin on skin, accentuated further by the water running down both of your bodies. You felt your release creeping up on you again, making you desperate to reach it this time. And of course that’s when the door opened, making you both come to a stuttering stop. Seonghwa’s hand around your throat kept the bubbling whine of frustration at bay, which you were thankful for.
“Sorry, just need some bandaids. San and Wooyoung were wrestling again.” Yunho’s voice cut through the music, but it was still hard to hear him with your heartbeat in your ears.
“Are they okay?” Seonghwa asked, not sounding particularly interested in the answer.
He rolled his hips, making you reach back and did your nails into his thigh. You did not want to play this game, but it didn’t seem like you had a choice. To make matters worse, the hand around your neck fell to your hip, gripping roughly as he slowly started to pull out, leaving you to keep yourself quiet on your own. You shot a glare back at him, which was met with a smug smirk and a quick thrust. Even covering your mouth with your hand couldn’t completely drown out your moan.
“Uh, yeah, they’re fine.” Yunho’s answer was delayed, but he didn’t say anything further. The soft shuffling of him searching could just barely be heard. “San just scraped himself a little, but of course he’s throwing a fit. Where the hell are the bandaids?”
You waited for Seonghwa to reply again, but instead he thrusted shallowly into you, making you gasp. When you look back again, he was watching you, like he was waiting for something. His cockiness was infuriating.
“Bottom shelf of the medicine cabinet,” You huffed out, eyes still locked with his. The corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly, and he rewarded (or punished?) you with his fingers finding their way back to your clit. You hung your head, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, desperate to keep your voice under control. If this got out to the other boys, there would be a riot.
Yunho saying your name distracted you momentarily- that is, until a certain someone decided it was a great time to pick up the pace. “I didn’t know you were home.”
“Y-yea, I just got home a little while ago,” you wanted to cry, getting more and more frustrated with how this was playing out. You wanted to scream at Yunho to get out, and scream at Seonghwa for teasing you, but all you could manage was a strangled moan.
Yunho fell quiet again, the sounds of him searching stopped as well. “What are you doing..?” He asked suddenly.
“Noth-” You tried to steady your voice, but Seonghwa cut you off with a sharp rut of his hips, and this time you didn’t have the time to stifle the whine.
“Do you want to see?” He asked smugly, already going for the curtain without waiting for an answer. Yunho had found the bandaids it seemed, the box nearly slipping from his grip as his eyes widened, pupils blowing out immediately at the sight. Water dripping from your chest, face twisted beautifully in ecstacy. “Isn’t she perfect? She’s taking me so well.”
And you were. You looked so good, bent over, panting, and desperate. But you weren’t ruined, not yet- and he wanted to ruin you.
“Fuck.” Yunho swore under his breath, eyes glued to you.
“You want to join?” Seonghwa questioned, his hand pulling you up by your throat so your back arched against his chest, baring you completely to Yunho. You mewled at the thought of taking on both of them at once. “I don’t mind sharing.”
There was a brief moment of conflict on his face, and you knew that him staying would be even more dangerous. At the very least San would notice, and throw a fit if he knew something like this was going on without him. But fuck, it was too good to pass up, and the decision was quickly made. He locked the door, all but throwing the box to the side to pull his clothes off as fast as he could manage without tripping himself.
While he freed himself, Seonghwa had gone back to torturing you, alternating between shallow thrusts and teasing your clit with not enough pressure- just enough to get you going, but not enough to finish you off. By the time Yunho stepped into the shower, which was getting a little cramped, you were a heaving wreck. Whines and pleads tumbled from your lips, begging for more, and he swallowed up the noises as his lips met yours in a heated clash.
He quickly dominated your mouth, and you let him, hand falling between the two of you to grasp at his already hardened dick. He hissed, teeth latching on to your bottom lip and biting down hard enough to make you gasp.
While your hand started working its way up and down his length, his fingers trailed down your stomach and pushed Seonghwa’s hand away. He wasted no time giving you the pressure you craved, making you cry out as your head fell to his shoulder. But unlike Seonghwa- who had now put his focus on pounding into you- Yunho didn’t tease you, and quickly brought you to your first orgasm. All you could manage was a broken sob, eyes screwed shut, all of it suddenly becoming too much as you shuddered helplessly through the intense waves of pleasure.
You didn’t even get the chance to come down from your high, both of them being relentless, working you into an oversensitive mess, neither stopping their ministrations. The high pitched moans tumbling from your lips were growing in volume, making Seonghwa grab your hair in his fist.
“Shut her up, will you?” He grunted, pushing your head down to where your hand was working. “Don’t need the whole damn building knowing how good she’s being fucked right now.”
“I’d be more worried about the people in the other room.” Yunho joked lightly, his thumb tapping your bottom lip as he held your gaze. You parted your lips, letting him push himself inside your mouth without much protest. The way he groaned as you swirled your tongue around his shaft made you clench, setting off a chain reaction. Seonghwa bucked his hips harshly, losing his rhythm momentarily before ramming into you even faster, causing you to whine around Yunho.
“Holy shit.” Yunho’s head fell back, both of his hands coming up to hold your head. He thrusted roughly, hitting the back of your throat and holding you there, making you try not to gag. After a moment he resumed fucking your face, holding your hair out of your eyes. “You take us both so well, baby.”
The praise made your eyes flutter shut, focusing more on sucking him off the best you could to please him. One hand wrapped around what you couldn’t reach with your mouth, jerking him while you alternated between bobbing your head and letting him have his way with you.
Behind you Seonghwa started to slow his pace, and you could tell he was nearing his end. When he bent over to bring his hand back to your folds, you pulled yourself off of Yunho, your clit feeling incredibly sensitive as he rolled his fingers over it harshly. He was merciless, uncaring of how you bordered the line of pain and pleasure, just wanting you to finish with him.
And you did, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your vision went white. Your second orgasm tore through you, making you violently shake as your cunt tensed around him, tears pricking your eyes as the ecstasy overwhelmed you until they overflowed. It was further dragged out by the feeling of him pumping his cum into you, pushing himself in as far as he could while he cursed between uneven breaths.
You were barely given a moment of reprieve when he finally stopped his assault, trying to bring yourself back to the present when Yunho tugged you back to him. You were so focused on one being close, that you didn’t realize the other was too, and you let your jaw fall open again, forcing yourself to stay conscious long enough for him to finish too.
It didn’t take long, as he thrusted deeply into your mouth repeatedly, telling you how good you looked and felt taking his cock. You moaned tiredly around him, relaxing your throat as much as possible for when he inevitably pushed all the way in with a grunt. You swallowed as much as you could, most of it easily pouring down your throat anyways, but some of it spilled out, mixing on your chin with your own spit and tears.
Both of them pulled out from you at the same time, Seonghwa catching you before you collapsed, and turned you to hold you against his chest. He murmured soft words of praise into your ear, grabbing a washcloth and dampening it with the now lukewarm water, before setting on cleaning the mess they made of you.
Yunho watched as he tried to catch his breath, smiling to himself upon recognizing that he had succeeded in his plan to ruin you. They hadn’t just ruined you- they had completely destroyed you. He wasn’t even sure if you were awake at this point, only stirring when Seonghwa passed him the washcloth to clean your thighs. The sight of cum dripping out of your cunt and down your legs was almost enough to get both of them going again, but the fear of them actually fucking you to death overrode that desire.
You twitched from being so incredibly sensitive, tears springing to your eyes again as he tried to be as gentle as possible while cleaning the mess between your legs. There was a knock at the door, and it was then you all realized the playlist had finished, and no one was sure how long ago that happened.
“Uh, guys?” Hongjoong’s voice called out from the other side. The two boys glanced at each other before Yunho stepped out, unlocking the door and peeking his head out. The leader peered inside, seeing you nearly passed out in Seonghwa’s arms before his vision was blocked. “Jesus, she looks even more of a mess than when she got home.” He mumbled under his breath.
“What are they doing in there!?” San yelled from from somewhere behind their leader, sounding like he was getting closer.
“Here are the bandaids.” Yunho grabbed the box off the counter where he had tossed them, shoving them into Joongs hands and shutting the door in his face, locking it just as San started pounding on the door.
When he turned back around, Seonghwa had managed to get you out of the shower, and they both helped dry you off and put you into a clean change of clothes. Yunho carried you out after getting dressed, while Hwa stayed back to finish cleaning up the room.
Upon seeing you curled up in his arms, looking absolutely spent, the room fell silent. San and Wooyoung both went into a fit at the same time, almost beginning to wrestle each other again, but were quickly silenced by Jongho with a firm smack across the back of their heads.
#polyteez smut#ateez smut#ateez x you#ateez x reader#dude how do you tag things#ateez fic#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#idk what im doing#ateez yunhwa#thank you again to the person who reached out for this#I haven’t written anything in over a year#but seeing that someone still thinks about my writing#makes me go: 💕💖💓💗💖💓#also i did try and edit this#but if you see any errors#no you don’t <3#seonghwa smut#yunho smut#yunhwa smut#member x reader
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compromise — coming soon !
♡ pairing: seonghwa x f!reader x yunho ♡ chapters: 1 out of 1 ♡ word count: 11k ♡ genre/tags: university au, soccer!ateez, smut, minor angst, infidelity/cheating, polyamory, switch!seonghwa, mentions of alcohol and marijuana use
♡ synopsis: your relationship with seonghwa is crumbling before your very eyes. in a moment of weakness, yunho has you succumbing to your desires but you end up getting more than you bargained for.
♡ author’s note: hey, everyone! i'm excited to announce that i'm just about finished writing this one shot that i've been planning for a while. i'm hoping to publish it within the next few days. if you're interested in being added to a tag list, just drop an ask or reblog idk!
4/1/23:
compromise is out! read here:
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Because we have been in a YunHwa mood lately always. Enjoy.
Some extra tags:
Tags: @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers-writes @serialee @galaxteez @cometoceantrenches @em--ilysm @deja-vux @aurianaaaa @ddeonghwva @ateezappreciation @sansbun @runaway-fics @princessmingiuwu @hijirikaww @nari-nim @yunkiwii
Help me relax.
Summary: They had an exhausting day and Seonghwa asks you to help him “relax”. But you forgot to lock the door.. or just didn’t want to.
Word count: 2k+
Genre: Smut
Pairing: OT8 x female!reader (mentioned), Seonghwa x female!reader, Yunho x female!reader (poly relationship)
Warnings: threesome, oral (male receiving), hand job, cum, begging, unprotected sex, a little dirty talk, double penetration, use of Sir, praise kink, size kink (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.
Notes: I guess I really like making Yunho walk in on people.😂 This was requested by an anon and damn, I feel like I went a little too much on my own way. It got a bit more Seonghwa focused (yes i am sorry but I guess that’s the bias power) and the dirty talk fell a bit short. But I hope you still enjoy it! It was hella fun to write. Thank you for the request!
Tags: @jonghoisbabie @multidreams-and-desires (let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist)
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You were relieved when you heard the familiar click of the door. It was quite late and Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Yunho hadn’t texted you anything about when they will be back. The other members were home already, taking a shower, playing games or watching videos. Anything to relax. But you were a bit worried when Wooyoung told you that those three stayed at the company to practice some more.
“You’re back!” You exclaimed, happy that they decided to come home. But one was missing.
“Where is Hongjoong?” You asked, hoping for him to just be late but you already knew the answer. Seonghwa sighed in response.
“At the studio. Not sure if he will sleep here.” He answered, a little short. He looked exhausted. And Yunho did as well.
“Do you need anything?” You asked, smiling softly. Yunho shook his head.
“Nothing, I’ll just go take a shower. I feel disgusting.” He answered, letting out a short laugh and making his way to the bathroom. You looked after him, chuckling at the little wink he gave you before disappearing through the bathroom door.
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blessing ur life with yunhwa ;)
of course they just gotta look so scrumptious here but i couldn't help but look at how much bigger yuyu is than hwa and now my size kink has risen.... and yunhos hands
like yall are lyingggggg, where all the atinys with the hand kinks bc im currently freaking out on my own here
his hands would make such a lovely necklace<3
#kpop#ateez#ateez smut#kpop ateez#ateez yunho#yunho packs#ateez seonghwa#park seonghwa#jeong yunho#yuyu#yunhwa#yunho hands#irl hands#hand kink#show me ur hands#size kink#size difference#them <3
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